Hi, all! Here's the next chapter, which I'm hoping is enjoyable. For anything and everything, PM and I'll clarify anything that needs clarifying, and I'll be accepting any roasting that may occur if you hate my writing which is cool too.
Go with peace,
OGP
-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-
Millie was sitting on her bed in a peaceful silence, her music playing softly in the background. It was a nice break from the sudden burst of chaos and crazy in her life. A chaos and crazy that was named Scott McCall, who was now stomping around the house and then slammed her door open.
"What, Scott?" Millie sighed, her eyes closed and reaching in her mind for the calm she felt just ten seconds previously.
The bed dipped as Scott sighed heavily. "Derek is messing with me."
"And this is new news how?" Millie asked.
"He's using Allison," the bed dipped again and Millie felt Scott's breath on her face. She opened her eyes and saw her brother facing her with a deep scowl.
"What is it?" Millie sat up, "What's wrong?"
"I went to Derek's after school," Scott said, sitting up and looking at Millie hesitantly, "And someone was with him."
"Okay…?" Millie quirked a brow.
"I didn't see them, but the scent was familiar," Scott urged, "It was a lot like Maggie's."
Millie's breath hitched in her throat. She looked at her brother, taken aback and in disbelief. Before she could say anything, or tell him he was mistaken, Stiles came barreling in.
"What did you find?" Stiles said breathlessly, "How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yes, I've had a lot of Adderall!"
Scott looked at Millie for a second, and then back at Stiles. "I was just telling Millie that there was something buried there. I could smell blood," Scott said.
"What?" Millie exclaimed as Stiles clapped his hands with a wide smile. "That's awesome!" He laughed. "I mean, that's terrible. Who's blood?"
Millie looked at Scott curiously, wondering why he didn't tell Stiles about Maggie's scent being at Derek's. Scott never kept any secrets from anyone, especially not from Stiles.
Scott shook his head. "I don't know. But when we do, your dad will arrest Derek for the murder. And then you will help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."
Millie groaned and threw her head back. "Scott!-"
"No!" Scott shook his head. "I'm playing that game, Millie!" Scott stood and looked down at her, "Now, are you coming with us to the hospital or not?"
Millie looked between Scott and Stiles and knew that there was no where she wouldn't follow them to, even if it meant over a cliff or into a jail cell. "Of course," She sighed as she got off the bed and followed them out the door.
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They had managed to walk past all the guarded and restricted areas undetected, which Millie found somewhat astonishing but not quite surprising.
"Good luck," Stiles clapped Scott on the shoulder.
Scott looked visibly nervous as he nodded and walked towards the morgue. Millie didn't blame him. He was about to inspect a dead body which was enough to creep anyone out and very illegal.
"We should go sit over there and wait," Stiles pointed towards a sitting area.
Millie nodded and and followed Stiles but groaned once she saw that Lydia was there.
"Oh my god!" Stiles cheered and spun towards Millie, grinning.
"Go," She laughed, and pushed him in her direction. It hurt to see Stiles so excited over Lydia. Sure, she knew she felt something for Stiles, whatever it was, but he was her best friend so she ignored the pain in her heart until she no longer felt a thing.
Millie sat a few chairs away from them and could hear every word. Sadly. The whole thing was pitiful.
"Hey, Lydia!" Stiles said, "You probably don't remember me. I sit behind you in biology. Hum, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection, unspoken, of course. Maybe it would be kind of cool to... get to know each other a little better."
"Hold on, give me a second," Millie heard Lydia say, "I didn't get any of what you just said, was it important?"
Millie snorted and covered her mouth to keep Stiles from hearing her laugh.
"Hum, no... Sorry."
Stiles sat next to Millie with a defeated huff and she patted his knee. "One day," She said.
They sat in silence for awhile until Scott came back with wide eyes.
"The smell was the same!" He exclaimed.
"You're sure?" Stiles said.
Scott nodded. "Yes!"
"Why am I the only one not excited about this?" Millie groaned.
"So he did burry the other half of the body on his property!" Stiles said to Scott.
"Which means we can prove he killed the girl," Scott said, stuck in their own conversation.
"Again!" Millie cried, "Why am I the only one freaked out?"
"Millie, we can use this!" Stiles looked at Millie intensely.
"How?" She sighed.
Stiles looked from Millie and then to Scott and said, "We're gonna need shovels."
They were sitting behind bushes and watching the old burnt house that creeped Millie out to no end. They were waiting for Derek to leave but Millie wasn't so sure he was going to.
"How do you know he's going to leave?" Millie whispered to Stiles. "Where would he be going at eleven o'clock at night?"
"I don't know!" Stiles whispered dramatically, "Probably doing whatever weird psycho killers do at eleven o'clock at night?"
"So, killing people?" Millie argued.
"Wait," Scott sat up straight and looked around, "Something is different."
Stiles looked worried. "Different how?"
"I don't know," Scott shook his head.
"Look!" Millie pointed at the house where Derek just shut the door behind him.
"Relax!" Scott, Stiles, and Millie ducked as they heard Derek shout into his phone, "I'm on my way now," Derek walked closer to his car and they squatted down, waiting for him to drive away.
"Where is he going?" Stiles questioned, "And who was he talking to?"
"It doesn't matter," Millie said as she looked pointedly at Scott. "Let's just get this over with."
"Millie, listen," Scott said as he stood and followed her, already walking towards the back of the house, Stiles following behind, "You don't get it. This means Derek is probably working with someone!"
"We don't know that yet, Scott," Millie said desperately, not wanting to believe their sister was somehow involved in all of this, "So for now let's just dig."
Millie lost track of how long they had been digging but she was starting to get nervous. "How long have we been digging?" She asked, looking around nervously.
"Yeah," Scott groaned, "This is taking way too long."
"Just keep going," Stiles panted as he forcefully shoved his shovel into the dirt.
"What if he comes back?" Scott looked around nervously.
"Then we get the hell out of here," Millie shivered and threw the dirt off her shovel behind her.
"What if he catches us?" Scott said and Millie looked closely at her brother, a small smirk playing on her face.
"Was that a whimper, Scott?" Millie laughed.
Scott threw the dirt on his shovel at his sister and Millie gasped.
"You ass-,"
"Listen kids," Stiles interjected, "I have a plan if Derek comes back."
"Which is?" Scott asked doubtfully.
Stiles stood straight and panted. "Millie runs one way, I run the other, and you bare your werewolf teeth. Whoever he catches first, well, too bad. Natural selection."
"I hate that plan!" Scott cried.
"You know I suck at running," Millie groaned.
Stiles rolled his eyes with a laugh and dug his shovel into the ground again. "Woah!" He shouted, "Stop, stop, stop! There's something in the ground!"
Millie leaned forward but cocked her head to the side. "A wolf body?"
"What the hell is that?!" Stiles shouted, frustrated.
"It's a wolf!" Scott cried.
Millie rolled her eyes as Stiles shouted, "Yeah, we can see that! I thought you said you smelled blood! As in human blood!"
Scott shrugged as he looked at the wolf body, "I told you something was different."
Stiles shook his head. "This doesn't make sense."
Millie was looking at the wolf's body anxiously, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "We've got to get out of here."
"Yeah," Stiles nodded, "Help me cover this up."
They were piling the dirt back into the ditch when suddenly Stiles looked up and pointed.
"What's wrong?" Scott turned, looking at the direction Stiles was pointing.
Stiles stepped around the ditch and moved closer, "Do you see that flower?"
"Yeah," Scott nodded, "What about it?"
"I think it's wolfs bane," Stiles said.
"What's that?" Scott asked.
"It's in The Wolf Man," Millie answered as she stepped around Scott and Stiles and plucked the flower from the ground.
"What's The Wolf Man?" Scott asked again and Millie rolled her eyes.
"The movie with Lon Chaney Jr, and Claude Rains. It's the original classic werewolf movie," Millie said as if it were obvious.
"What?"
Stiles sighed. "You're so unprepared for this," He said, but his eyes were on Millie, shining in the dark.
Millie looked up from the purple flower in time to see Stiles looking at her. It was a strange look, one she'd never seen in his eyes before. It made her want to blush. Stiles scratched at the back of his neck and cleared his throat. He turned around to pick up the shovels but gasped and stumbled backwards.
"Stiles?" Scott said worriedly, "What's wrong?"
Stiles pointed again, this time at the ditch. "It's her! It's the body!"
Millie and Scott looked over in the ditch and saw half a woman's body poking out from the parts the dirt didn't cover.
"Jesus Christ," Millie gasped.
"We really need to leave," Scott grabbed Stiles and heaved him up, "Right now. We're leaving right now."
"What about the body?" Millie asked as she jogged behind her brother and Stiles.
"Leave it!" Scott said anxiously. "We're gonna call the cops and this will all be over. We can go back to normal. Finally."
Millie nodded, climbing into the back seat of Stiles car. She believed her brother when he said it will be okay, that everything would be over in the morning and they could go back to how things were.
They couldn't be more wrong.
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Millie, Scott, and Stiles watched as cop cars were parked all over the Hale property. Sheriff Stilinski had just shoved Derek into the back of his car when Stiles began fidgeting.
"What?" Millie looked at Stiles expectedly, knowing he was up to something.
"I'm gonna do it," Stiles licked his lips and looked at his father's car.
Millie saw Stiles looking rabidly at the cop car and shook her head. "No, no don't do it. Stiles," Millie said hesitantly, "Stiles, don't you dare."
Stiles darted forward and Millie groaned. Shaking her head and rubbing her temples as she watched Stiles climb into the front of the sheriff's car.
"What is he doing?" Scott said.
Millie shook her head. "Asking for death, that's what."
Millie saw Sheriff Stilinski approach the car and she shook her head. Typical Stiles.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Millie heard the Sheriff shout at Stiles.
"I'm just trying to help!"
The Sheriff nodded his head. "Huh-huh... Okay, then how about you help me understand exactly how you came across it."
Millie's eyes widened and Scott mumbled a silent "Oh, no."
"We were looking for Scott's inhaler," Stiles said.
"When did he drop it?" The Sheriff asked suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"The other night."
"What the hell?" Millie grumbled. Why wasn't Stiles lying?
"The night when we found the first half of the body?" The sheriff asked, catching on.
"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed.
"The night you told me you were alone and Millie and Scott were at home," The Sheriff asked, stepping closer to his son.
"Yes!" Stiles exclaimed again but then raised his brows, "No! Oh crap!"
"So you lied to me," The Sheriff said, crossing his arms.
"That depends on how you define lying," Stiles said as he fidgeted.
The Sheriff rolled his eyes, "Well I define it as not telling the truth, how do you define it?"
Stiles extended his arms as he spoke, "As lying in a horizontal position."
"Get the hell out of here!" The Sheriff shouted in frustration.
"Absolutely!" Stiles nodded and ran back to Millie and Scott.
Millie shook her head as he approached and Stiles shrugged. Millie noticed Scott was focused on something in the distance woods.
"Scott," Millie put her hand on his shoulder and he turned to her, "What is it?"
"Maggie," Scott said silently, his eyes wide, "She's here."
Millie rolled her eyes and dropped her hand. "And so is half of Beacon Hills. It doesn't mean anything."
"Millie!" Scott exclaimed as he grabbed her hand and spun her to face him. "This was in the ditch with the body!" Scott held up a blue ring, "It's Maggie's!"
Millie looked at the ring with wide eyes, her breath coming in rapid puffs. She took the ring from Scott's hand and shoved it into her pocket. She didn't say anything, she wasn't sure she could, so she just went to Stiles's car in silence.
"Millie!" Scott called as he ran up to her. "We have to talk about this."
Millie looked straight ahead as she opened the car door and climbed into the back, huffing and looking anywhere but at her brother.
Stiles looked at her through the rearview mirror. "You okay?"
"Just fine," Millie answered emotionlessly.
Stiles turned around in his seat and looked at her. "I know when you're lying, Millie McCall, so again, are you okay?"
Millie closed her eyes and leaned her head on the back of the seat. "It's so complicated that even I can't even understand it."
"Try me," Stiles pressed gently.
Millie cracked her eyes open just enough to look at Stiles through slitted eyes. Her heart leapt when he rested his hand on her knee in an encouraging manner and she hated that stupid habit her heart had gotten into whenever Stiles was, well, being Stiles.
Scott opened the passenger door and slammed it, causing Millie to jerk her knee away from Stiles's touch and Scott to peer curiously at her. Millie rolled her eyes at her brother and looked out the window as Stiles shifted to drive. Maggie's ring burned in her hand and Millie wasn't sure how in a matter of weeks, everything she knew about her life and the world was utterly wrong.
"Did you find anything?" Stiles asked as he took a sharp left, and honestly, a piece of Millie was hoping that Scott would answer no. Maybe then they could just ignore everything going on in their town and revert back to normalcy.
"I can't find anything about wolf's bane being used in burials," Scott said as he continued to click at different tabs on his computer. Millie's heart jumped again hopefully, and again Scott turned his head slightly to her, a curious look in his eyes.
"Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something, like maybe they bury you as a wolf, or maybe it's like a special skill, you know, like something you have to learn."
Of course they would continue to look, Millie thought bitterly. "Or maybe we're all insane and should stop while we're ahead?"
Scott shut his laptop and turned fully to Millie as Stiles adjusted the rearview mirror to see her more clearly.
"What is up with you today, Mil?" Stiles asked.
Millie shrugged. "Nothing."
Scott rolled his eyes. "You need to get a grip, Millie."
Millie looked at her brother angrily. "I'm sorry psychotic murderous werewolves doesn't look good on me, Scott. I'll remember to smile the next time someone dies," Millie snapped.
"Yeah, Scott," Stiles agreed with Millie and looked at Scott hesitantly, "You need to dial it down a few notches. Are you okay?"
Scott groaned and ran his hands threw his hair. "No! No, I'm not! I'm so far from being okay!"
Millie looked apologetically at her brother. He wasn't taking this new lifestyle as well as she had assumed,
"But it doesn't excuse his asshole behavior", She thought to herself.
"You're gonna have to accept it, Scott, soon or later," Stiles said.
"I can't…" Scott mumbled weakly.
Stiles scoffed, "Well, you're gonna have to!"
"No, I can't breath! Pull over!"
"Why? What's happening?" Millie sat forward in her seat, putting her hand to her brother's forehead as their mom had always done when they were sick.
Scott leaned away from her touch and opened his bag. "You kept it?" Scott yelled at Stiles as he pointed at the Wolfsbane.
"What was I supposed to do with it?"
"Stop the car!" Scott yelled again.
Stiles pulled over quickly with a jerk, throwing Millie back against her seat.
"This is why we wear seat belts," She groaned as she rubbed the side of her head that hit the window.
Stiles was throwing the bag as far as he can when she opened her eyes, but Scott was gone.
"What?" Stiles exclaimed, "Where the hell is he?"
"I don't know!" Millie shouted, "Your poor Fast and Furious driving nearly knocked me out!"
Stiles was clicking away on his phone and held it up to his ear as he jumped back into the car. He handed the phone to Millie as she climbed into the passenger seat and pressed speaker.
"Stiles, you know you can't call me when I'm on duty," An officer said on the other line.
"I just want to know if you had any odd calls," Stiles said quickly before the officer hung up on them.
"Odd how?"
"Like an odd person or like a large stray dog walking in the streets?" Millie answered, speaking before Stiles could.
The officer on the other line audibly sighed. "Millie McCall. Never too far behind Stiles. I'm hanging up on you two now."
"No!" Stiles exclaimed, "Wait, wait, wait!"
"Goodbye."
The line ended and Stiles banged his hand on the steering wheel.
"Shit!" Millie exclaimed as she ran a shaking hand threw her hair.
"He's going to play the game," Stiles shook his head.
"Then that's where we go," Millie said, gravely looking down at her hands and Maggie's ring.
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Millie and Stiles reached the school parking lot and Stiles quickly changed into his uniform in the back seat; Millie very keen on keeping her eyes away from any mirror and willing herself not to blush. She had no idea where this behavior on her part was coming from but she was over it.
"Okay," Stiles said as he climbed over to his seat and then hopped out of the car, Milling following him. They took off into a sprint until they neared the field and by then Millie was sure she was about to bust a lung.
They stopped at the bleachers, panting and looking for Scott, but Stiles's dad came up to them.
"Hey, kids!" The Sheriff grinned.
"Hey!" Stiles greeted enthusiastically, but Millie could hear the nervousness in his voice.
"So, you're expecting to see action tonight?"
Millie snorted and Stiles nodded sardonically, "Action? Yeah, maybe…"
Millie spotted Scott across the field and she swatted repeatedly at Stiles's shoulder.
"What?" He looked down at her.
Millie pointed as she jumped up and down. Stiles looked to where she was pointing and saw Scott kneeling low to the ground as the referee was preparing to blow the whistle.
"Down!" The Ref shouted.
They watched Scott get into his position and held their breath as the ball was tossed with the starting whistle. The game began but it was evident that no one was passing to Scott. Jackson prevented a specific pass to Scott and shot the ball into the net. Millie rolled her eyes.
"Oh, this is not gonna be good," Stiles groaned.
"Yeah, you're telling me," Millie said bitterly.
"No," Stiles turned Millie to the bleachers and pointed to the sign that said, "We Love You Jackson!," held by Lydia and Allison. "That's not good," Stiles continued and Millie nodded.
"I have to do something," Millie whispered.
"Like what?"
"Well, they can't hold that sign up the whole game can they?" Millie asked as she looked pointedly at the gatorade stand for the players and then back at Stiles who was grinning at her.
"This is why I love you," He winked at her and then raced to the Gatorade stand, leaving Millie a blushing and butterfly mess.
"Okay, here," Stiles handed Millie a cup of red gatorade, "Team Sabotage," Stiles said as he held his fist out. Millie giggled as she fist bumped him and they did an exploding motion.
Millie then turned around and set her sights on the part of the bleachers Lydia and Allison were sitting. Trudging through dozens of people standing in a tight, elevated space was not an easy feat, but when she got to Lydia and Allison, she smiled wide and waved.
"Hi, guys!"
Allison grinned as she saw her but Lydia didn't acknowledge that Millie had just spoken.
"Whatever, bitch," Millie sourly thought to herself, "Just wait till I trash your tacky ass poster."
"Millie," Allison said cheerfully, "This is my dad, Chris."
Allison's dad was intimidating, to say the least, and Millie gulped as they shook hands, ignoring how firm his grip was.
"Dad this is Scott's twin sister, Millie."
Chris nodded with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Millie." Chris turned back to the game. "And which one is Scott again?"
"Number 11," Lydia answered just as Millie was, which shocked the hell out of her honestly. "The only one who didn't even touch the ball for the entire game."
Millie rolled her eyes. It was nice while it lasted.
"I hope he's okay," Allison fidgeted nervously.
"Yeah, no kidding," Millie mumbled.
"We need to win this," Lydia snapped and just as she was bending down to grab her sign, Millie saw her window and leapt. She poured the red drink all over the sign and inwardly grinned to the sweet sound of Lydia's screeching. It was music to Millie's ears.
"Are you kidding me?" Lydia looked up at Millie venomously and Allison hid her mouth with her hand as she giggled.
"Sorry," Millie shrugged, not taking her eyes off the field.
Lydia scoffed and stood straight, narrowing her eyes at Millie and then turning to walk down the bleachers. When Lydia noticed Allison wasn't following, she spun around and waved frantically and expectantly at Allison.
"Allison!" Lydia called, "Come on!"
Allison looked from Millie, the field, and then to Lydia. She bit down on her lip indecisively. Millie was hoping Allison would choose to stay with her, and a secret part that Millie never liked to acknowledge wanted Allison to stay and chose her. Millie was thirsting for friendship with people other than her brother and Stiles. She wanted girl friends that could understand her in ways her boys wouldn't. But it was looking that maybe Allison wouldn't fit the bill as she looked regretfully at Millie and followed after Lydia.
"Sorry," Allison whispered with sad eyes but Millie nodded and said it was okay because it was. It really was. Just a tiny sting, maybe, but wasn't that life? Fighting through those stings and only wincing? Not letting it get the best of you?
Millie looked away from Allison and Lydia and back to the field, where a player from the other team jsut passed to Scott. Millie laughed in disbelief, Coach mirroring her thoughts.
"Did the other team just deliberately pass us the ball?" Coach laughed.
Scott was sprinting down field and Millie screamed as he scored.
"Yeah, Scott!" Millie yelled, "That's my brother!"
She saw Scott's body turn to her and she knew he heard her. She didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling and Millie gave him a thumbs up. Again, Scott was gearing up to take the winning shot, and when he did, it was chaos. The spectators were running onto the field, shouting happily and clapping. But, Scott wasn't celebrating. He was running away from the field. Millie knew something was wrong with her brother, but when she saw Allison running after Scott, Millie's stomach fell in dread.
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Millie ran to the locker rooms as fast as she could, but natural selection was not on her side and she was so slow that it hardly even made a difference had she walked.
Millie was about to call out for Allison but when she barged into the locker room, it was to see her brother holding Allison close, sharing their first kiss.
Millie grinned to herself and hid behind a wall, internally high five-ing her brother. Stiles came in a rush as well, but Millie held him back and put a finger to her lips, nodding her head towards Scott and Allison. Stiles peaked his head over the edge and then hid with Millie, smiling too.
"I wonder what it's like to kiss Stiles?" Millie thought to herself put quickly scolded her self. "Ew! Stop it!"
"I gotta get back to my dad," Allison said.
"Okay," Scott said softly.
Stiles and Millie held their breath as Allison passed them, and when she was out of the locker room, Millie jumped around the corner and wolf whistled. She was cracking up when Scott and Stiles looked at her in confusion.
"That was a wolf whistle, which is the most ironic thing of my life," Millie cackled again, leaning on the locker and holding her side.
"She's officially cracked," Stiles stated and turned to Scott.
"I kissed her," Scott said dreamily.
"I saw," Stiles nodded with a playful smirk.
"She kissed me," Scott said again.
"I saw that too," Stiles smirked, laughing at Scott's befuddled state.
Scott was shaking his head as he spoke, "I-I-I don't know how I did! I was just suddenly able to control it!"
Millie noticed Stiles lack of enthusiasm as he scratched the back of his head.
"What?" Scott asked, noticing Stiles hesitation.
"The, er... medical examiner looked at the half of the body we found..."
"And?" Millie pushed off the locker she was leaning on and looked at Stiles wildly, Scott leaning in, too.
"Well, let's keep it simple, the medical examiner determined that the killer was animal, not human, Derek human, not animal, Derek not the killer... Derek let out of jail," Stiles was motioning frantically as he spoke, making it exceptionally difficult to keep up with his rambling, but the fact that Derek was released had Millie's head spinning faster than Stiles's hand's.
"Are you kidding?" Scott exclaimed.
"No," Stiles shook his head, "And there's bigger news, my dad identified the dead girl. Both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?" Millie said, astonished, "What the hell did we get ourselves into?"
-!-!-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-!-!-
"Are you sure?" Derek asked for the fifth time, firmly and hesitantly.
"Yes," Maggie snapped, her eyes trained on the boy.
"Maggie," Derek began but her head swiveled to his, her eyes narrowed.
"Jackson Whittmore. My decision is final."
Derek scoffed, crossing his arms. "When did I start taking orders from you?"
Maggie looked darkly into Derek's eyes and they glowed in an luminescent silver, making Derek shift uncomfortably and turn back to the field, watching Jackson, and then Jackson watched back.
Maggie smirked in the dark.
-END-
And that's, it. That's all. I really loved this last bit with Maggie and Derek. Let me know what you guys think :)
Until next time,
OGP.