Stiles

I opened the front door and jogged up the stairs, two steps at a time. I burst through Scott's bedroom door, and sat down on the edge of his bed. He turned around from the computer that he was at and grinned.

"So how did babysitting that little kid go?" he asked me.

"It wasn't actually that bad," I shrugged. "His name is Dylan, and he's freaking adorable. He isn't one of those really annoying little kids, you know? I don't know I mean. I kinda felt a connection with this kid. It's hard to explain." I sighed.

"I wouldn't have babysat some kid," Scott shrugged.

"By the way, Dylan says you suck at taking turns." I chuckled.

"What?" he frowned. Shit. How am I supposed to explain that now? He'll make fun of me! He'll never let me forget it.

"Uh, I was playing a video game with Dylan. There was batman and robin in his game, I told him that we used to play games like that all the time. Batman and Robin. I told him that you were always Batman and he said that I could be Batman because you suck at taking turns." I laughed.

"Well then," Scott retorted. "I guess I got told by some little kid."

"It was really weird, Scott." I sighed. "When I walked in, I felt like there was already some sort of bond between him and me and I didn't even know his name!"

"Maybe you've seen him somewhere?" Scott suggested.

"I don't think it was that." I shook my head. "There was definitely like, a connection between us. I could feel it!" I insisted.

"If you say so," Scott shrugged.

"What's everyone up to?" I asked him. Might as well just drop it. It's probably nothing, just like I didn't really see my mother the other day.

"Malia actually wanted to hang out today," Scott told me. "Ethan and Aiden are with Lydia and Danny, and Derek, Cora and Peter are all at Derek's loft."

"What about Isaac?" I asked.

"With Malia." he replied. I don't know why, but something about Isaac being with Malia made me angry. I shook my head, letting it drop.

"Alright," I shrugged. "Let's go hangout with them,"

"Okay," Scott stood, stretching his arms over his head. "Let's go." I followed him out the door, but the thought still hung in the corner of my brain. I felt something. A connection with that little kid. Why?

Secret P.O.V

I walked into the back door, quiet so no one would hear me. I found the person I was looking for sitting on his couch.

"We've got a problem." I told him.

"What?" he asked.

"You said that he was gone. He doesn't look gone to me." I retorted.

"I told you that I didn't know if he was still around. I lost track of him years ago. It's almost as if he disappeared." he shrugged.

"That's because he changed his name." I scoffed. "He goes by Stiles now."

"Why Stiles?" he frowned.

"I don't know." I shook my head. "But Claudia has seen him." I told him. His eyes widened.

"Does she know that it is him?" he gasped.

"No," I shook my head. "At least, I don't think she does. But it won't be long until she catches on." I urged.

"We have to either get rid of the boy, Stiles, or Claudia if we want to keep it a secret. Getting rid of Claudia isn't an option, because she has Dylan now too. But they can't know. She may not recognize him, but he will definitely recognize her." he told me.

"I think he may have already spotted her," I ran my fingers though my hair. "You're right, getting rid of Claudia isn't an option. It will have to be Stiles. But how will we get rid of him?"

"She thinks he's dead," he said slowly. "Can't we just make that a reality?"

"No," I scoffed. "We can't murder him."

"Not murder." he shook his head. "Death caused by accident." he insisted. "A car accident."

"We can not kill him." I insisted. "He may be a bump in our plan, but he is still an innocent child." I sighed.

"Than what do you suggest we do to him?" he frowned.

"I think I have a plan that doesn't involve injuring him," I grinned.

Well? hat do you think? And who do you think the mystery person is? Please review! I'll try to update it as soon as I can.