Chapter One: Unexpected Arrival

"So how is it with your dad back," Stiles asked curiously as he focused on the road waiting to see if Scott would answer. He shifted his hands on the steering wheel awkwardly.

Scott sighed before answering,"Honestly... kinda weird, I mean I haven't seen him in years and he just shows up expecting to be able to rekindle what little relationship he has with me and my mom." Scott paused for a moment thinking before continuing to speak. "My mom isn't mad with him, but it's awkward with him around. She just acts odd. I don't blame her, he's come knocking at my bedroom door constantly expecting me to act like I adore him. You'd think he would get the clue and realize that just because he's staying doesn't mean he's welcome. I think that my mom going missing and me not saying anything scared him."

"Well then at least you know he cares for you guys still," Stiles replied. Scott smirked at him doubtfully. "Hey, I'm just saying. Trust me I'm not taking his side, especially since the first thing he says to me was ask me if my father was still drinking," Stiles retorted.

"Sorry about that. I don't think he has any deep sympathy especially if he's working on a case. But I'm glad to see he's not just singling me out with the rude greetings, he practically called me an embarrassment and told Isaac that he couldn't careless whether his parents were dead or not during our first conversation since his return," Scott said recalling the events and giving his friend an apologetic look.

"So you haven't told him anything about you or the pack or Allison and her dad," Stiles asked glancing back at Scott, worried but curious.

"I barely talk to him when I have to, I'm definitely not gonna go up to him and tell him that his son, which he barely even knows, is a werewolf. And when it comes to Allison, her dad, and the pack it's not really my secret to tell so...," Scott replied honestly.

"Technically it is your secret since its your pack now, being the alpha and all," Stiles replied in his typical humorous nature. His eyes searched into the distance of the road they drove on.

"Just because I'm the alpha doesn't mean I can go around and tell people who's a werewolf and who's not," Scott said shaking his head slightly. Stiles snorted and suddenly his face fell serious. Scott looked over at his friend and raised an eyebrow,"What?"

"I don't know I've just been thinking...," Stiles shrugged his shoulders and continued, "I mean alphas have been a pain in our asses for a while. First, we had to figure out who the alpha was that bit you. Then, we had to deal with Derek and him creating new werewolves left and right. Then Deucalion comes along with his whole pack of alphas to recruit Derek and stop you from becoming a true alpha by just turning you into a killing machine. Not to mention harass and destroy the rest of the pack. But through everything you were an alpha all along." He finished and glanced at Scott with a look of slight amazement.

Scott turned his head to avoid meeting his friends gaze. He smirked and stared out the car window blankly staring at the trees rapidly passing trees. As he gazed at the various shades of green and brown he started to think about what Stiles said. The concept was ironic and yet strange and surprising. Scott thought of what the alphas they had encountered were capable of. He shook his head in discomfort. He refused to be anything like any of them even Derek. Killing people or torturing them wasn't the right way to handle things and Scott knew it.

"Sorry," was all Stiles said as they turned down the street returning to Scott's house for the day. They both remained silent until the car was stopped in the driveway and Stiles turned the key silencing the jeep. "So... you ready for lacrosse," Stiles asked his voice casual with a hint of hesitance. Scott turned and looked at his friend and nodded exiting the car. "We'll if Ethan and Aiden join the team we'll have four werewolves on the team. That sort of puts us at an advantage I'd say," Stiles said nonchalantly, closing the car door behind him and following Scott to the front door.

A smile returned to Scott's face as he climbed the steps to the front porch and opened the front door. He was greatful for his friend's obvious humor about everything normal or supernatural. As he and Stiles entered the house he heard his mother yell his name. Closing the door, he walked into the living room Stiles close behind him. He glanced into the room and saw his mother standing beside his father and a girl with dark hair, her back turned to Scott as she sat in a chair. His mother had a hesitant look on her face and sighed. "Scott," she said pausing momentarily, "meet Brooklyn, your sister."

As Scott's mother said the girl's name she turned her head to look over her shoulder at Scott and Stiles, a neutral look on her face. There were slight resemblances between the girl and Scott but there was a startling difference between them, their eyes. Where as Scott's were a rich, dark chocolate brown and Brooklyn's were a bright blueish green hazel. Scott stared at the girl shockingly, his mouth slightly open in shock and disbelief.

Looking between the two teenagers Stiles grabbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor for a moment then returned looking at the two teens once more. "Oh boy...," he said with a mixture of nervousness and exaustion.

Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. I only own my original character, Brooklyn. The story line follows that of the show up to the end of season 3A. It is my spinoff of what happened after the season finale. As of now I'm not following the storyline of season 3B.