Chapter Three

Being his twin, his other half, it was Wendy's job to worry about Scott especially now that he was a werewolf who happened to be dating the daughter of a werewolf hunter. Wendy had theorized that Allison had no clue what her dad actually did for a living but decided to keep a close eye on her anyway. Now, here she was sitting next to Stiles instead of next to Allison and Lydia. The two of them watched as the coach egged on her brother to move faster and then suddenly he slammed into Jackson causing them to both to collapse on the field. Wendy shared a wide eyed look with Stiles and the two of them rushed over to him.

"I can't control it," Scott said, breathing and grunting heavily. "It's happening."

"What? Right here? Now? Come on, get up. Come on," Stiles said.

Stiles and Wendy took each of his arms, dragging him away from the fields, and into the locker room. They tried to see if he was okay but he growled at the both of them to get away. His eyes glowed yellow and his fangs were out. Stiles scrambled back, gripping Wendy's arms. They run as Scott leaped onto the lockers in pursuit. Scott jumped higher up into the rafters, following the duo and snarling. Wendy grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall, standing in front of Stiles, and hit her brother in the face. It was enough to knock Scott's transformation back, and return Scott to himself.

"Stiles? Wendy? What happened?" he asked.

Wendy dropped the fire extinguisher as Stiles tore off his gloves.

"You tried to kill us and Wendy stopped you with fire extinguisher. Bad-ass, by the way," Stiles said.

Stiles then proceed to explain to Scott how his anger and a rapid heart rate will force a shift.

"But that's lacrosse," Scott said. "It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed."

"Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday," Stiles said.

"I'm first line," he replied.

"Not anymore," Stiles and Wendy said in unison.

Later that evening Scott walked into his room with Wendy in his footsteps as he flopped down on his bed with a sigh. Wendy threw herself into one of the chairs as she texted Stiles.

"It's going to be fine, Scottie," Wendy told her brother.

"How do you know?" Scott asked her.

"Haven't you heard? I'm kind of psychic," she said sarcastically.

"Only when it concerns Stiles," Scott replied and proceed to make kissy faces at her.

She scowled and threw one of his dirty shirts at him just as their mother walked into the room.

"What mature children I have," Melissa McCall said wistfully.

"Hey, I am more mature than he is," she replied.

"Well, anyways, late shift again for me. But I am taking Saturday off to see your first game," Melissa said.

"Oh, mom, you can't," Scott said with a groan.

"Oh, no, I can and I will. Come one, one shift isn't going to break us. Completely," she said and then noticed Scott's worried expression and the bags under his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong with your eyes? You look like you haven't slept in days."

"Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just stressed," he told his mother.

"Just stress? Nothing else?" she asked.

"Homework," he told her.

"I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?" Melissa asked her son, afraid of the answer.

"Right now?" he asked.

He sent her sister a pleading look to help him out but she just raised her hand, enjoying the scene before her way too much. The answer was not what their mother was expecting.

"Have you ever taken drugs?" she asked him.

"Have you?" he countered.

Wendy sniggered as their mother began to slowly back out of the room, not answering that question. She got up to say goodbye.

"Bye, mamma," she said kissing her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't do the drugs."

"You guys are going to give me a heart attack one of these days," Melissa told her daughter.

"But today is not that day," Wendy said with a grin.

She went back into Scott's room to see him video chatting with Stiles. She grinned as she leaned over Scott's shoulder.

"Holy Moley, it's Stiles!" she greeted with a teasing grin.

"Wish you would stop calling me that," he said with a sigh.

"Never," she said sticking her tongue out at him.

"Anyways, what did you find out?" Scott asked him.

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder," Stiles replied.

"Because of me?" Scott asked.

"Because he's a tool," Stiles said and Wendy agreed with him whole heartedly.

"But is going to play?" the teenage werewolf asked.

"Well, they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday," he replied.

Scott hung his head in frustration and Wendy clapped a comforting hand on his shoulder. When they looked back at the computer, they saw the weird expression on their best friend's face.

"What?" they asked, using twin speak.

Stiles typed back to him that it looked like someone was standing behind them. They turned around to see Derek Hale darkening his doorway. Derek lunged for Scott and threw him up against the wall, pushing Wendy away from him.

"I saw you on the field," Derek said.

"Let go of him!" Wendy said angrily, grabbing at his shoulder, but he just ignored her.

"Wha-what are you talking about?" Scott asked.

"You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me. About all of us. And then it's not just the hunters after us, it's everyone," Derek snapped.

"But - they didn't see anything! I s-swear, I-" Scott said nervously.

"And they won't! Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday - I'm going to kill you myself," he told him and vanished out of Scott's window.

Wendy turned to her brother, checking to see if he was okay.

"What a rude asshole," Wendy said angrily. "He's right though, you can't play in that game on Friday."

"Finstock won't let me not play," Scott told her.

"I don't think have a choice, Scott. I'd rather not be left without a twin," she told him, her bottom lip trembling, and he wrapped her in a hug.

On Friday, Wendy stood waiting for her brother outside of the locker room, playing Angry Birds on her phone. He left the office looking dejected. Wendy looked up at him and raised a brow. He shook his head. There was no getting out of it. He had to play. She sighed and looped her arm through his. Just as they were about to leave for class, he received a text from their mother.

"What did our birth giver have to say?" she asked her brother and he showed her the text.

She definitely had the night off for the game and she patted her brother's shoulder. He just had no good luck, did he? Just then, Allison caught up with the both of them.

"Busy?" Allison asked.

"No, no, it's just, uh, my mom, she's nothing," Scott said, looking from her to his phone. "I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you."

Wendy sniggered at the sight of her flustered brother, it was always a good sight to enjoy.

"I like the sound of that," Allison said. "I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow."

"You are?" Scott asked, looking more conflicted than ever.

"And we're all going out afterwards. You me, Lydia, Jackson. It's going to be great. Wendy, you can bring Stiles as your date," she said with a grin. "Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go."

Before Wendy could say anything she took off.

"God," Scott said and then turned to his sister. "Shoot me now."

"You don't have to call me God, you can call me Wendy," she said with a cheeky grin and he groaned.

After class, Stiles snagged Scott and hauled him over to the end of the hall. Wendy happened to be walking by and spotted them. She walked over to them quietly and peered over Stiles' shoulder.

"What are we looking at boys?" Wendy asked and they both jumped a foot in the air.

"God, you're like a popup book from hell," Stiles exclaimed, resting a hand on his chest.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "At least I'm not stalking my dad."

"I'm trying to get Scott to hear what he's saying," Stiles said and he returned to peering over his best friend's shoulder.

Wendy moved closer to Stiles , practically breathing down his neck. Stiles shivered at the close contact and he wondered when he suddenly started to care how close she was to him.

"Curfew because of the body," Scott told him.

"Unbelievable," Stiles scoffed. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

Wendy closed her mouth tightly. Despite the fact she thought Derek Hale was an asshole, she didn't think he was a killer but it was no use telling her brother and best friend that.

"Well, you can't exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek," Scott said.

"I can do something," he replied.

"Like what?" Scott and Wendy asked in twin speak.

"Like find the other half of the body," he told them.

After school, Wendy found herself to be without a ride when she saw that her brother's bike was gone yet again. She rolled her eyes and pulled out her cell phone, about to call Stiles, when a blue jeep pulled up in front of her. With a grin she hopped in, throwing her back into the back seat.

"You're my savior," she said with a grateful smile and kissed his cheek, like she usually does.

"N-n-no problem," he stuttered and could feel the blush rising to his cheeks.

She had kissed his cheek several times before but why did it feel so different to him now? He mentally shook his head and drove off. Just as they walked into his house, Wendy received a text from her brother.

"Stiles! Take me home! Scott found something!" Wendy exclaimed and looked up to see him taking Adderral.

They arrived at her house with Stiles practically bouncing in his seat the whole way there and burst into Scott's room with a great amount of speed.

"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And, yes, I've had a lot of Adderral, so -" Stiles said, blinking at an unusually fast rate.

"I found something at Derek Hale's," Scott said.

"Are you kidding? What?" Wendy and Stiles said in unison, glancing briefly at each other.

"There's something buried there - I could smell blood," Scott told them.

"That's awesome! I mean, that's terrible," Stiles said. "Whose blood?"

"Calm down, spazoid," Wendy told him with a roll of her eyes and he glared at her.

"I don't know. But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game," Scott said..

"I could run you over, that would get you out of playing the game," Wendy suggested.

"I would just heal, you know that," Scott told his sister.

"I know, I just really want to run you over," she said with a whine and Stiles snorted.

The trio heads to Beacon Hills Hospital to find the already-discovered part of the dead girl's body. Scott heads for the morgue while Stiles and Wendy try to not look so suspicious. Wendy groaned quietly to herself when Stiles spotted Lydia sitting in the waiting room and got up to go talk to her. Jealousy hit her like a brick and she put her head in her hands. It was always going to be like this but it's not like she could move on, she's tried to but she was unable to do so. What was stopping her?

Wendy listens as Stiles tried to talk to Lydia about their "connection" and she groaned yet again. She couldn't watch this train wreck. She looked up when she felt Stiles sit down next to her with a heavy sigh. Wendy looked at him in sympathy and took his hand.

"You're too good for her," Wendy told him.

He looked up at her and smiled, squeezing her hand. He looked at her with a tilt of his head.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in anyone," Stiles said. "Do you have a secret crush that I don't know about?"

He gave her a teasing grin and her heart leapt into her throat. She had no clue what to say to that but whatever it was, it couldn't be the truth. It would just hurt her more when he would tell her that he didn't have feelings for her and she would rather not hear him say those words out loud.

"No," she said with a scoff. "The majority of the guys at our school are idiots. You know me, I'm holding out for an older man. Maybe your dad is ready and willing."

She winked at the last part. Stiles gagged and shuttered.

"Don't say things like that!" Stiles exclaimed. "I think you just traumatized me."

Wendy sniggered and punched him in the shoulder.

"Well, now you know not to dig into my love life," she told him.

"Duly noted," he said, his left eye twitching.

He looks over when he saw Jackson come out to meet Lydia. He quickly grabs a magazine off the table and held it in front of his face, acting like he was reading it. Wendy sniggered when she saw that it was about the menstrual cycle. He watches them as they kiss and she leaned over.

"You know, if you wanted to know more about periods you could just ask me," she whispered to him.

He looked down at the magazine in his hands and gagged, putting it back down just as Scott came out of the morgue.

"The scent was the same," Scott reported.

"Are you sure?" Stiles asked.

"Yes."

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property?" Stiles asked.

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl," Scott said.

"I say we use it," Stiles said.

"How?" Scott and Wendy said in unison.

"Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?" Stiles asked.

"There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles - - bite marks," Scott said.

"Okay, then we're going to need a shovel," Stiles said.

"I feel like something very illegal is about to happen," Wendy said.

"You know it, baby!" Stiles said with an excited grin and Wendy slapped him upside the head. "OW!"

The trio waited suspiciously close to the Hale House until Derek left. Somehow Derek didn't hear or smell their approach and left in his black camero.

"He has a nice car," Wendy said as they got out.

"Not the time for that, Wendow," Stiles said.

"Wait, something's different," Scott said.

"Different how?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know," he replied.

They began to dig with Scott complaining that it was taking forever. Wendy was starting to get ignored and was about ready to hit her brother with her own shovel.

"What if he catches us?" Scott asked.

"I have a plan for that," Stiles said and Wendy groaned. "What? I have great plans."

"Which is?" her brother asked.

"You run one way. Wendy and I run the other. Whoever he catches us first, too bad," Stiles said.

"I hate that plan," Scott asked. "And why is my sister with you?"

"Because she kicks ass," Stiles said, as if were obvious.

"Aw, thank you, Stiles," she said sweetly and then she slapped him on his ass. "Now, get back to work."

"Well, now, I don't know if I can. I feel very objectified," Stiles said and she rolled her eyes.

They finally hit something soft and dug with their hands. They something wrapped in a bag and tied. They undo the knots and pull back the tarp to reveal a dead, black wolf. All of them shriek in terror and leaped out of the hole.

"I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood," Stiles said.

"I told you something was different," Scott said.

They had decided to cover the hole back in go, but as they start to, Stiles and Wendy spotted a flower blooming nearby. They shared a look, knowing exactly what it was. It was wolfs bane but Scott had no idea what it was.

"Haven't you ever seen Wolf Man? Lon Chaney Jr? Claude Rains?" Stiles asked his best friend. "You're so unprepared for this."

Stiles pulled up the wolfsbane only to find that there was rope tied to the roots. He kept pulling the rope up from the ground, revealing a spiral around the grave. Scott and Wendy looked down at the grave to see that the wolf had transformed into a woman.