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Wendy sat in her brother's room with their books sprawled out on his bed, studying and doing their homework. It was the first time in a while that they had done something normal and she had to say that she hated it. She threw her pencil down and stretched, glancing over at her brother to see him reach up and scratch behind his ears.

"That's the third time in the past five minutes that I have seen you scratch behind your ears," Wendy said.

"So, maybe I just have a lot of dandruff," Scott said.

"Or maybe it's something else," she said leaning over to look at his head.

Wendy bit her lip to keep from laughing but she couldn't help it. She let out a loud snort.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Scott. . . " she trailed off, trying to contain her laughter and failing.

"What? What is it? Why are you laughing?" Scott exclaimed, beginning to get aggravated.

"Scott!" She burst out laughing. "You have fleas!"

"What?!" He yelled. "No, I don't!"

Wendy held her stomach, laughing her ass off. Her brother had fleas! Her brother was a werewolf and he had fleas! Wait, until Stiles heard about this.

"This is not funny, tell me how to get rid of this!" Scott yelled in panic.

She finally stopped laugh, standing up straight, and wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

"I heard about this home remedy online, let me call Stiles and ask him to pick up a few things," she said as she pulled out her phone.

"No! Please don't tell Stiles about this," he said, pleading with his sister.

"It's gonna happen eventually, might as well get it over with," Wendy told him.

Scott let out a sigh and waved his hand, giving her the go ahead. She quickly pressed the number 2 on her speed dial and tapped her foot as the phone rang.

"Hey, beautiful," Stiles voice came over the phone when he finally picked up.

"What?" Wendy asked, momentarily confused.

"I said Heeeeyyyy and then I just stopped talking," Stiles replied quickly.

"Well, anyways, you'll never guess what I just I found out," she said, eagerly and he gasped.

"You're pregnant," he said.

"No, you idiot," she said, rolling her eyes. "I have to have sex for that to happen and a boyfriend."

"Then what?" Stiles asked.

"Scott has fleas," Wendy said and didn't bother to try to contain her laughter that time.

"Scott. . . Scott has fleas," Stiles said slowly.

"Yes!" She said gleefully and she heard Stiles burst into laughter.

"You could sound less cheerful about it," Scott grumbled as he scratched the back of his head.

"That's the greatest thing I have heard all day," he said laughing. "Did you call me just to tell me that?"

"Nah, I wish, I need you to pick up a few things," Wendy said grinning.

Moments later, Scott sat in the bath tub wearing swim trunks as Stiles came through the door with a couple of bags in his arms.

"I got the things you told me to get and a few extra things as well," Stiles said, smirking.

"What'd ya get?" Wendy asked, grinning.

"Well, I got you Twix," he said handing her the candy.

"Ooh, yay!" She exclaimed as she put it up to her nose and smelling it in delight.

"I got Scooby here a chew toy," he said as he pulled it out and squeaking it. "Some doggy treats and a flea collar. I got the biggest one so it should fit around his neck."

"I am going to kill you, Stiles," Scott growled.

"Now, now, be a good boy or you won't get a treat," Stiles taunted him.

Scott growled again and launched himself out of the tub. Stiles let out a girlish scream as he ran out of the bathroom with Scott on his tail.

"I'm sure glad mom isn't here to see this," she said laughing as she munched on her Twix. "And I am glad that I had this. Everything sure is better with Twix."