A/N: I've been on hiatus with this story for a while and I'm sorry. I'm back on and I'm caught up with Teen Wolf. It's been a while since I've written this story so I'm sorry if it's not as good as before. Please Review! (:

Chapter Eight

A month after Scott had gotten bitten by a werewolf and things seemed to have settled down a bit but Wendy knew that it was the calm before the storm and she couldn't help but feel like something bigger was coming. Her brother was currently off with Derek, trying to learn more about the alpha and about being a werewolf. Wendy was spending the night over at Allison's as her mother had to work that night and didn't want her to be left alone. They were working on their homework right before bed when she got a call from Stiles. She picked up on the third ring.

"Stilinski, if this is you asking if me and Allison are pillow fighting in skimpy outfits the answer is no as I have told you before. If you keep asking, I'll feed you to a rabid dog," Wendy growled out and Allison laughed.

"No, that's not it but that's good to know," Stiles said with a tinge of nervousness in his voice. "Lydia and Jackson got attacked at the video store."

"What?! Oh my god, is she okay?!" Wendy exclaimed.

Allison perked up and closed her book.

"Funny how you didn't ask about Jackson," Stiles said snickering but stopped when he heard her growl. "Yes, she's fine, just a little shaken up. Someone or something attacked and murdered the store owner then left via the window."

"Well, I'm glad she's not hurt. I should go see her tomorrow," Wendy said frowning.

"Do you want me to give you a ride for school tomorrow?" Stiles asked.

"You know with the amount of times you give me rides, I might as well call you my personal chauffer," Wendy said.

"Hahah, that's funny, I guess you didn't need the ride," Stiles said and Wendy scoffed as she hung up the phone.

"I'll be riding with Allison, anyway," she replied and hung up the phone.

"What happened?" Allison asked.

"Lydia got attacked by a strange animal at the video store," she told her friend. "But she's alright, just a little shaken up. Lydia's strong, she'll be fine."

The next day in Chemistry, Wendy sat next to Stiles wondering where on Earth her brother was. Mr. Harris, the most hated teacher in this school, stood in front of the class reminding everyone that if they have a below C they are required to come to the parent-teacher conferences. He then asked Stiles and Wendy where Scott was. Stiles, who had been highlighting his chemistry book, looked up with the cap in his mouth because he was clearly supposed to answer.

They were all distracted by Jackson entering the classroom. Mr. Harris goes over to Jackson and claps a comforting hand on his shoulder. Wendy couldn't help but roll her eyes. It seemed to her that jerks tended to flock together. He then told the class to read chapter 9 and then admonished Stiles for highlighting too much.

"It's Chemistry, not a coloring book," Mr. Harris said sarcastically.

Annoyed, Stiles spat the highlighter cap up into the ceiling and caughtit in his hand. Wendy smiled and shook her head. He was too adorable for his own good sometimes. He leaned over to whisper to her.

"Have you seen Lydia?" he asked her.

"Not this morning," she replied and frowned in concern.

Stiles leaned forward to Danny, this time asking him if Lydia showed up in his homeroom which he didn't.

"Can I ask you another question?" Stiles asked.

"Answer's still no," Danny replied.

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?" he asked ignoring his answer like he did the last one.

"He wouldn't tell me," Danny told him.

"But he's your best friend," Stiles said. "One more question."

"What?" he asked, getting slightly irritated.

"Do you find me attractive?" he asked and that question almost made Wendy choke on her own saliva.

Stiles leaned forward so far, waiting for his answer, and ended up falling out of his seat. Wendy pressed a hand to her mouth to hold in her laughter, her whole body shaking. The class soon ended and they spilled out of the classroom. Stiles and Wendy had grown slightly frustrated that Scott wasn't answering any of their texts. Stiles quickly called Scott and he finally picked up.

"Finally! Have you been getting any of our texts?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Tell Scott I'm mad at him," Wendy said furiously and he nodded, getting closer to her so she could hear.

"Yeah, like 9 million of them," Scott replied.

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally MIA, Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy's dead, and you have to do something," Stiles told him.

"Like what?" Scott asked.

"Something," he said desperately.

"I'll deal with it later," Scott said and hung up the phone before Wendy could say anything.

"I'm put him on a leash and chain him up in the backyard," she growled and Stiles gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, let's put away that anger for now. Come on, we're going to pay Lydia a visit," Stiles said.

As they drove to Lydia's, Wendy couldn't help but tease Stiles about what went on in Mr. Harris' classroom.

"So, how long have you been crushing on Danny?" Wendy asked with a grin.

Stiles almost choked on his own saliva and he began to sputter.

"What are you – I have no – I have no idea -w-why would you say something like that?" Stiles finally spat out.

"You seemed so interested in finding out whether he thinks you're attractive or not," she giggled.

"You love messing with me, don't you?" Stiles asked, glaring ahead.

"It's very fun," she said with a grin.

"You'll be the death of me, I swear," Stiles said and her heart leapt up into her throat as she suddenly remembered the vision that she had.

"Don't say something like that," she said, very seriously, and turned to look out her window.

Stiles was concerned about her reaction but didn't say anything about it and the jeep was silent as they made it to Lydia's house. He would ask her about it later. Lydia's mother let Stiles and Wendy into her bedroom to see her. They found her sprawled out on her bed in her nighty and very medicated.

"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked.

"We came to make sure you were okay," Wendy said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why?" she asked. "I mean, Wendy, sure cause she's my bestie."

"Because I was worried about you today," Stiles replied. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel – fantastic," Lydia replied and Wendy snorted.

Her best friend was obviously very medicated. As Stiles sat on her bed he noticed the bottle on the dresser and was slightly impressed by the prescription.

"I bet you can't say 'I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop'," Stiles said and Wendy hit him in the shoulder. "Ow! I wish you would stop hitting me. That's abuse."

"Oh, stop being such a child," she said dramatically.

Lydia tried to say what Stiles had challenged her to say but the phrase I saw got her attention.

"What?" he asked. "Lydia, what did you see?"

"Something," she said in a daze.

"Something like – like a mountain lion?" Stiles asked.

"A mountain lion," Lydia said, still in a daze.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's the police told you?" he asked.

"A mountain lion," she repeated.

Stiles grabbed her stuffed giraffe and held it in front of her face.

"What's this?" he asked.

"A mountain lion."

She passes out, dropping her head onto his thigh. Wendy couldn't help but snicker at Stiles' expression. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack. He was about to get up to leave Lydia but as he was about to walk out, Lydia told him to stay. The smile fell from Wendy's face as he sat back down on the bed. Lydia touched his face.

"Please, Jackson," Lydia said and Wendy snorted with laughter then she passed out.

"You were so close," Wendy whispered with a smirk. "But no cigar."

Suddenly Lydia's phone beeped and Stiles reached to get it. He gaped at the phone and then waved his hand for to come see this. He showed her a recording of the alpha coming out of the video store. Wendy gaped at the phone.