A/N: Hey, sorry it's been a while since I updated but I'm working on another story at the moment. I keep getting all these ideas in my head and I'm just like: Shut up, brain, and focus on one thing! But here's chapter 10.

Chapter Ten

"So explain to me the whole vision thing again?" Stiles asked Wendy.

She sat on his bed, her legs crossed underneath her, while he leaned back in his desk chair. She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. What was so hard to comprehend?

"I have been having visions ever since I could remember and they've mostly been about you. I don't know how but I just have them but lately I've been having visions of other things as well," she told him. "I mean, you were there when I had the vision of the mountain lion so whatever powers I have are obviously growing."

"Maybe you're my familiar," Stiles joked.

"I'm not an animal, jackass," she replied, kicking him in the side.

"OW!" Stiles exclaimed. "Ugh, where's Scott when I need him?"

"Wow, you do not listen to anything I say, do you?" Wendy said sardonically. "As his punishment, mom's making him grocery shop. Besides, aren't you not speaking to him?"

"Oh yeah, that's right," Stiles said snapping his fingers.

"You've been friends with him as long as you've been my friend, can't you get over this?" Wendy asked.

"He spent all day with Allison instead of focusing on the alpha situation and my dad got hurt because of it," Stiles replied. "I mean, aren't you a little mad at him too?"

"Of course I am!" Wendy exclaimed scoffing. "But he's my brother and nothing's going to change that. Despite the whole blood thing, he's your brother too and nothing's going to change that! Besides, did you forget the fact that he's a teenage boy who's trying to deal with being a werewolf on top of having a whole bunch of hormones!"

"My dad got hurt, Wendy," Stiles said. "He's the only parent that I have left."

"Yes, I understand that but he's not the only person that you have left," Wendy said softly and stood up off the bed. "Listen, I'm going to let you deal with this on your own because obviously you're the only person that can sort this thing out so I'm going home to do homework."

"Wendy. . ." Stiles trailed off.

She rolled her eyes, ignoring him, and walked out the door. For some reason her eyes were stinging with unshed tears. What he said couldn't have hurt that much could it? She left the house on her bike and arrived at her house several minutes later. Scott wasn't home yet which was a slight relief and found her mother watching TV on the couch.

"Hey, honey, what's wrong?" Melissa asked, noticing that her daughter was home. "Did you and Stiles have another fight?"

"Um, yeah, we did," Wendy replied and sat down besides her mother.

"You've been having a lot of those lately, do you want to talk about it?" Melissa asked.

"Not really, can we just snuggle and watch TV?" Wendy asked.

Melissa nodded and pulled her into her arms. Scott came home later that night to find his mother and sister asleep on the couch. Smiling, he threw a blanket over them and went to get some sleep himself.

The next morning, Wendy hadn't really feel like speaking to her brother until he fixed things with Stiles even when he tried to talk to her himself. She caught a ride with Lydia that morning, listening to her talking about clothes the whole way there, and suddenly she regretted her decision. She didn't speak with the boys until history class where Scott revealed that he was going to Derek for help which got a reaction from both of them.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you," Stiles replied.

"You're both idiots," she told them and they gave her looks of exasperation. "What? Am I wrong?"

"What did he say?" Stiles asked with a sigh and Scott told them everything after class. "Wh-what he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?"

"Yeah."

"All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me."

"I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it," Scott said.

"He's got a point," Wendy replied and held up a hand before Stiles could say anything. "Humans get angry all the time and they make mistakes when they don't control it like kill people. If they could learn to control that anger, it would save a whole lot of lives. The same goes for Scott."

"There you go: defending Derek again," Stiles said, agitated.

"There you go: letting jealously cloud your judgment," she snapped at him.

"Guys!" Scott exclaimed before Stiles could reply.

"So, how's he going to teach you to do that?" Stiles asked, focusing on him now.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either," Scott said.

"Okay. When are you seeing him again?" Stiles asked.

"He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day," Scott replied.

"When?"

"He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work," Scott replied.

"After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then," Stiles replied.

"What are you going to do, oh mighty one of all werewolf knowledge?" Wendy asked, sarcastically.

"I'm going to teach him myself," Stiles said with a slight smirk.

At lunch, Wendy and Stiles watched as Scott hid behind his World History text book, trying not to let Allison see him.

"I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides, she's reading, anyway," Stiles told him.

"So did you come up with a plan yet?" Scott asked him.

"I think so," Stiles replied.

"Does that mean you don't hate me now?" Scott asked and Wendy smiled at Stiles.

"No, but your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it," Stiles said and Wendy's smile grew into a full blown, knowing grin. "Shut up, Wendy. Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek."

"Yeah, you teach me," Scott replied.

"Yeah, I'll be your Yoda," Stiles told him.

"Yeah, you be my Yoda."

"Your Yoda I will be. I said it backwards," Stiles said snickering.

"You're both dorks," Wendy said grinning, her heart swelling at the sight of her two best friends slowly becoming best buds again.

Later, the trio head out to the lacrosse field. Stiles handed Scott one of the heart monitors from the track team. He had figured that learning to control wolfing out was tied to learning to control his heart rate. Stiles paused, waiting for Wendy to say something about it, but she just shrugged and gave him a thumbs up.

"So, like the Incredible Hulk," Scott said.

"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah," Stiles said.

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk," Scott said with a proud smile on his face and Wendy snorted at her brother.

"Hey, there's worse people to be like. Red Skull, for example," Wendy pointed out.

"And you call us dorks," Stiles said shaking his head at her.

"Hey, I didn't say I wasn't one myself," Wendy said smiling at him and it suddenly hit Stiles just how beautiful her smile was. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

Stiles shook his head and focused on helping Scott. Her brother put the monitor on and then Stiles duct taped his arms behind his back. Stiles stepped back, turned on the monitor, and then started throwing lacrosse balls at Scott. Wendy grinned excitedly, bouncing up and down, waving her arms.

"OOh! I want a turn!"

"Milady," Stiles said bowing and handing her the lacrosse stick.

She threw the ball and hit him strait in the stomach. She cheered when she heard her brother groan and high fived Stiles. She gave the stick back to him and pretty soon Scott started to change, breaking the tape, but he didn't change entirely. It lead him to conclude that he shouldn't be with Allison. Wendy gave him a look that said what she was thinking: You idiot.

She watched in Economics with Coach Finstock as Scott tried to get Stiles to take the chair behind him but Allison was too quick, taking that seat instead. It was a total trainwreck as Scott tried to make up excuses to not spend time with her. He was going to her house tonight at 8:30. Way to stick to the status quo, Scott, Wendy thought. She scribbled on a piece of paper and showed it to Stiles who was sitting next to her: This is not going to last long. Stiles snorted in agreement.

"Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading," Coach began. "Greenberg, Lady McCall, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh, - other McCall."

"What?" Scott asked in surprise.

"The reading," the coach repeated.

"Last night's reading?" Scott asked and Wendy rolled her eyes, mouthing: 'oh geez.'

"How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?" the coach asked sarcastically.

"What?"

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term sarcasm, McCall?" Coach Finstock asked sarcastically.

Scott glanced at Wendy and Stiles, knowing full well what sarcasm was. He lived with it on a daily basis. Finstock continued on, telling Scott that he can't keep him on the lacrosse team if he had a D in the class. He then started shouting at him, asking to summarize the previous night's reading, or the one before that, or anything he's ever read in his whole life. Wendy glowered at the coach. She normally liked the man but he was testing her patience by embarrassing her brother like that. Stiles nudged her, showing her that Scott's heart rate was picking up as Finstock was berating him and it got almost high enough to make him shift but then suddenly it stopped. They looked over to see that Allison was holding Scott's hand and they shared a grin with each other.

After class, the three amigos meet up in the hallway where Stiles tells the twins that he figured out that Scott calms down when he thinks about Allison which Wendy then pointed out that it both of them that figured it out. It almost turned into an argument, yet again, had Scott not stopped it.

"It's not always true because literally every time I'm kissing her or - or touching her - " Scott started but Stiles interrupted.

"That's not the same," Wendy and Stiles said in unison.

"When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex," Wendy said.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Scott said sheepishly.

"Wait," Stiles said, thinking about what Wendy said. "Do women think about sex as much as men?"

"Well, yeah, maybe even more so," Wendy replied.

"W-wow, really," he said and he started to sputter. "D-do you think about sex with me?"

"Maybe," she said blushing.

"Focus!" Scott said snapping his fingers.

"Alright, look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I-I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor," Stiles said and Wendy grinned, liking that comparison.

"You mean because I love her," Scott stated and Wendy gasped in a melodramatic way.

Wendy squealed and hugged her brother as he realized that he loved Allison.

"That's great. Now, moving on -" Stiles said and Wendy nudged him, glaring.

"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her," Scott said with a goofy grin on his face.

"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time," Stiles said seriously.

"Come on, Stiles, let's bask in this moment. My brother, my twin brother whom I never thought would get a girlfriend, is in love!" Wendy exclaimed and Scott glared at her.

She tucked her arm through Stiles' and laid her head on his shoulder, blinking up at him rapidly. He couldn't help but grin at her. Had she always been this cute?

A/N: Also, I'm trying to think of another Commercial Break idea but I'm coming up blank. If you guys have any ideas please feel free to message. As always, please review. Critics are welcome! :)