AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just want to thank you all for being supportive of the first chapter and encouraging words you PM'd me :)
As expected though, I posted this story on AO3 and got the first negative/somewhat condescending comment and that sort of bummed me out but oh well. I did warn that it would be somewhat cliche and I have trouble with my OC's being Mary-Sues but I really am working on that hence the "this story being an experiment" comment in the first AN. If you have constructive criticism, by all means, leave it. But if you're going to be snobbish, there's a red X at the corner of your screen. Get acquainted with it. And I don't mean to sound like a b*tch because I'm very laid-back but it is what it is.
On a lighter note, if you're still interested in this story, don't get too comfortable with back-to-back updates. After chapter 3, episode 1 of season 3 starts so the updates are going to slow down. Sorry!
The following day is a mix of emotions for Stiles. While he had accepted the fact that he had a sister, a twin sister, he couldn't help but think that maybe she wasn't his sister at all. Sure his Dad told him everything and confirmed that he indeed did have a sister but it would be just his luck that someone else found out and took his sister's place in order to get closer to Scott or the Hale Pack. At least what was left of the Hale Pack. The last he had heard, Erica and Boyd went missing but Derek nor Isaac was willing to give up any more information. And Peter, well going to Peter wasn't an option.
His Dad had took the day off after explaining to his co-workers what was going on and they gladly called in other people to make sure they had enough Deputies on call and patrolling the town. Stiles and John had spent the morning half of the day cleaning out the spare room, the room that had once been a Study before Miriam had fallen sick and confined herself to it so John could get a good night's rest when he had gotten out of work in their bedroom. Some of the smaller knick-knacks that they had left in the room trudged up long forgotten memories and the boys had to take a couple minute breaks every now and then to collect themselves.
All while dusting the room, flipping the mattress, and changing sheets and pillow cases- Stiles couldn't help but wonder if Avery really was who she said she was. Every time John glanced at him, he had to force a meek smile just so his Dad didn't suspect anything. And if Avery really was who she said she was, well then, he was going to welcome his sister with open arms.
Avery was finally in Beacon Hills.
Beacon Hills where her family resided, the family that she'd finally get to meet face-to-face after sixteen years. She hadn't known she was adopted up until an incident that landed her in the hospital and she figured out she had a completely different blood type than her parents. When confronted, the parents gave up what very little information they had and let her do what she wanted to do with it.
A month later Avery was transferred to yet another family, brothers, who treated and raised her better than the set of parents she grew up with. They eventually helped her track down her biological family, gave her the option of staying with them or getting to know her real family, and even offered to pay for all her expenses no matter what she chose until she was considered a legal adult.
So two years later, Avery finally took them up on their offer. The brothers weren't taken by surprise at all with her decision- even going as far as hiring some help to pack up all her belongings that were being shipped down there after she had made it safely to Beacon Hills.
She sat at an empty park table, trying to gather her courage and drive to the address she had memorized. She was used to being stared at so the stares she was receiving from passing mothers and other teenagers right now didn't phase her one bit. After all, being clad in leather pants that left just enough room to maneuver around, dark feminine doc martens, and a leather bomber jacket didn't exactly scream trustworthy. Even underneath her leather jacket, she wore a fitted black tee that was spandex-like but when that's the most comfortable outfit for riding a motorcycle for days on end, what else would you expect?
Breathing in and out deeply, Avery took out her phone from her jacket pocket. Speed dialing the first person in her list, she waits patiently until she knows the person has answered.
"I'm here. I made it to Beacon Hills perfectly fine."
"And have you met your twin? Are they treating you fine?"
"Um, no." Avery mumbled. "I'm sitting in a park right now trying to collect myself before showing up. I called my Da- John," She corrected. "-and let him know I'll be there within fifteen minutes."
"Oh, ma petite, he is your Father. You are allowed to call him 'Dad', you know?"
"Yes, well, I want to get to know him before I let the word 'Dad' slip out."
"I see. Well, that's very understandable." Silence falls between the two callers before the man on the other end of the line speaks up. "Well, I guess it's time to meet them, yes? You should be on your way."
"Yeah, I should." Avery sighed as she stood. "Thank you, 'lijah. For everything."
"You're more than welcome. Be sure to keep me updated."
"Will do. Goodbye."
Avery waited until Elijah said his 'goodbye' before pocketing her phone and zipping up her leather jacket. She picked up her black helmet from the bench where she was sitting and slipped it down over her head as she walked towards her green and black Kawasaki sports bike.
Swinging one leg over, Avery settled herself down and started the engine, revving it twice before pulling out and headed towards the Stilinski household.
Stiles was a fidgeting mess. His Dad has just told him that Avery would be there any minute now and he flipped. He's a mess of mainly two emotions- excitement and wariness- and wants to get the introductions over and done with. He even went as far as inviting over Scott, leaving out the details of who his mystery guest truly was but told him to keep his nose peeled for anything smelling non-human.
Scott had tensed at his best friend's vague explanation but was only soothed by the wave of eagerness and happiness that was rolling off of the Sheriff.
Stiles and Scott were out by the Jeep just shuffling around when Scott heard it. The rumble of a motorcycle's engine peaked his interest, not only because not many people drove motorcycles in Beacon Hills, but because the really rad green motorcycle was being maneuvered by a slim figure. A slim figure that was pulling right up behind his best friend's jeep.
Scott could hear Stiles' heartbeat picking up speed, the rush of eagerness and wariness becoming more prominent as the slim figure, female by the looks of the build, parked and slid off the bike. Scott frowned at Stiles' behavior and when John came out of the house mumbling about children and their damn dangerous ways of transportation, his frown deepened even further and his brows came together in confusion.
John joined Stiles and Scott just as the bike rider unzipped her jacket. Scott's eyes, like any other guy in the world, followed the zipper until his eyes zeroed in on her chest. Well, at least until Stiles elbowed him sharply in the ribs. The helmet came off next as she turned to her bike, giving the boys her back, and settled the helmet atop the bike's seat. She pulled a hair-tie from her hair, letting brown waves cascade passed her shoulders and smoothed down what the helmet made frizzy.
When she turns around to finally face them, they're all struck by the three obvious similarities between the girl and Stiles. She has the same fair complexion as Stiles as well as the thick eyebrows but they actually work in her favor. The closer she gets to them, it's obvious to John and Stiles that Avery took after Miriam and her brother with the whiskey colored eyes.
The smell of salt infiltrates Scott's senses and when he looks towards John, the man is smiling fondly at the female with tears swimming in his eyes. The second she gets close enough, John has her wrapped up tightly in a hug.
Scott can see the female tense but seconds later, her arms are wound around the Sheriff's mid-section and she is returning the embrace. "Dude." Scott nudges Stiles and nods towards John and the girl. "Is this who I'm supposed to sniff out?" At Stiles' nod, Scott takes a quick whiff of the air. "Smells human but who is she?"
Stiles is pretty much speechless as he watches his Dad and sister embrace and when she turns her watery gaze towards him, he beams at her. "My sister, dude." He tells Scott. "My twin sister."
Avery's gaze slides from Stiles to Scott before falling back on her brother. When John finally releases her, she takes a hesitant step towards Stiles who opens his arms for her next. She quickly latches on, her grip instantaneous as she cries openly into his shoulder. "I can't believe I'm finally meeting you." She chuckles. John beams at his daughter and son, Scott slowly getting over the shock as he lets the waves of happiness flow over him.
Stiles chuckles back, his arms wrapped around his sister as he lets a few joyous tears fall. "Likewise." he mumbles. "I'm Stiles, by the way."
Avery pulls back, her face splitting into a grin. "Oh good." She sighs in relief. "I didn't think I was going to be able to pronounce your name."
"You saw my name?" Stiles pouts at the same time Scott chirps, "You know his name?!"
Avery glances with glee between the two boys before Stiles jumps in yet again. "Twenty bucks and you forget you ever saw it."
"Thirty and we have a deal."
Stiles huffs, Scott snorts, and John groans. "Of course they'd be alike."
As Stiles reaches for his back pocket where his wallet resides, Avery quickly puts a stop to it. "I'm joking! I'm not going to take your money." She laughs. "Your name is already forgotten. You are officially Stiles up in my brain." She says as she taps her temple. "And in case you didn't already know, I'm Avery."
The reunited family soon falls into a silence after that, the three of them just taking it all in when Scott clears his throat. "Well, I guess I should get going now." He awkwardly laughs. "This seems like a major family moment and yeah.."
"Yeah." John agrees. "We should really head inside anyway and talk." He addresses the group. "Stiles can fill you in tomorrow, Scott."
"Sounds sweet." Scott nods before turning to Avery to quickly introduce himself. "I'm Scott- your brother's best friend. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other if you stick around."
Avery smiles at Scott's friendliness. "Hi, Scott. Bye, Scott." She says as he jogs backwards.
"Oh and Scott?" John calls out. "Keep this on the down low, will you? You can fill in your Mom but that's it until we can get Avery settled in."
"Will do, Sheriff!"
They watch as Scott quickly disappears down the block, the family of three turning to face one another. "So.." Avery drawls.
"So.." Stiles repeats, a grin permanently plastered on his face, his hands now shoved in his pockets.
"So.." John claps his hands in front of him as he balances on the heels of his feet. "-first things first. Who in their right mind lets a sixteen year old drive a motorcycle? Do you know the death rate of those things?"
Avery just laughs as she shrugs, her tinkling laughter infectious as Stiles soon joins in. John shakes his head at the two of them before gesturing towards the house to lead them inside.
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Once inside, the boys let Avery take her time in taking in her surroundings. She walks very slowly by a wall of pictures, smiling at little Stiles in his growing stages, John chasing after little Stiles, and Claudia openly laughing with either Stiles in her lap or John by her side.
There was a moment when John and Stiles got very quiet, the boys not knowing whether or not Avery knew about Claudia's passing but when they saw her trace one photo with her finger and tears well up, they figured she knew after all.
As Avery settled down into a sofa chair, taking off her jacket along the way, John swallowed around the lump in his throat. "So I take it you know about Claudia? Your Mother."
Avery nods while fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket. "I.. uh.. this isn't my first trip to Beacon Hills." She tells him.
"Excuse me?"
"I- I've been here before." She locks gazes with John. "I found out I was adopted at fourteen. My adoptive parents didn't know much since they weren't the ones to originally adopt me but they did give me the name Stilinski and pointed me towards California. Google did the rest."
"Looks like detective skills runs in our blood." Stiles grins.
Avery smiled at that but John frowned. "You sought us out before? Why didn't you stop by? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because," Avery sighed. "-the first time, I didn't dig deep enough. I didn't know Mo- I didn't know Claudia had passed away." She corrected herself. She hadn't known Claudia enough to call her Mom even though that's exactly what she was. "After asking around for the Stilinski's, I was pointed in this direction but I noticed they only ever mentioned a father and son. They never mentioned anything about a mother so I did more research and that's when I found the obituary." She replied honestly. "I cried, of course, went out and bought some flowers to lay on her grave, and then I went home."
Stiles felt a pang of sadness for the girl seeing as she'd never get to know their Mom. "So this is your second time here?"
"Not exactly." She sheepishly grins. "I came back twice more, each time laying flowers down for Cla-"
"Mom." John cut her off. "You can call her Mom."
Tears swim in Avery's eyes as she nods. Taking a deep breath, she continues. "I came back to lay flowers for Mom and when I drove by here, I always chickened out. But now, here I am."
Both Stilinski men smile fondly at Avery, the girl wiping away her tears with her fingers.
"You were the one who left the white lilies, weren't you?", John realized. When Avery nodded her confirmation, he chuckled. "I always wondered who left those but I never found out."
Avery chuckled along with him as they fell into a round of silence before Stiles finally broke it. "So.." he sighed, rubbing his palms on his pant covered legs. "-I have a question for you." He smirks at Avery.
"Shoot!"
"How in the hell did you manage to convince your other Dad to let you ride a motorcycle all the way here? And where exactly are you from, anyway?"
"First of all," Avery laughed. "-he's not my other Dad. They're both like older brothers."
"Huh?" Stiles grunted. "But Dad said you had another family.." He trailed off when he saw Avery biting her lip nervously.
Sighing, she slumped in her seat. "I might as well tell you. You're going to find out sooner or later anyway."
"Good choice." John grunts.
"So, uh, I'm sure you know that my first adoptive parents passed away, right?"
"Right." The Stilinski men agree.
"Well, after that, I was put back into the system for a whole year. When I was nearing three years of age, a family from Rhode Island came in and took a liking to me. They adopted me and we settled down in Louisiana." Avery shifted in her seat but kept on going. "My second family weren't very.. paternal." She cringed. "And the older I got, the more they just didn't care. There.. there was an incident that- I won't go into detail because it's called the past for a reason- but there was an incident where I ended up being saved by two brothers." Avery told them. "They were very well mannered and after my hospital visit, they stuck around. T-they didn't like the way I was being treated and so they took me away-"
"They took you away! What do mean they took you away?!"
Avery gulped at the livid look on John's face though she mentally congratulated him on not blowing up too bad. "Turns out that all it took was the wave of a very generous check for my so-called parents to give me up."
"WHAT?!" And there's the explosion. "How could they-.. Why would-.. no, you know what?" He patted down his pockets. "I'm going to make a call and make sure those people don't ever get to adopt another child again and do some background checks on these two brothers."
"Stop.. stop." Avery pleaded. "There's no need." She tells him. "Elijah and Nik made sure that they wouldn't be able to adopt again. Trust me." She feebly smirked. "And the brothers are perfectly fine. All they really wanted was for me to be treated right. To get an education and to live my life. There's nothing wrong with them and if you don't believe that, well then look at me! Do you really think they'd hire someone to follow me on bike all the way to Beacon Hills to make sure I got here safely? That they'd encourage me to make the trip and pay for all my expenses while I stay here?"
John deflated while Stiles gaped at his sister's story and at the act of kindness these brothers were showing his sister. "They really did that for you?"
"Yeah." Avery breathed a sigh of relief after getting that out. "They're really great guys and supported me with every decision I've made. Even when I got obsessed with motorcycles." She chuckled. "After I illegally rode one, they were kind of pissy with me but then Nik, ever the rebellious brother, taught me how to ride and made me get my license."
As Stiles and Avery talked about her motorcycle and his Jeep, John grew more at ease about the two brothers who had whisked away his daughter from a crappy life. He learned that the brothers were ridiculously rich, which was why Nik had bought Avery a motorcycle without even batting an eye, and that they were private beings. Avery had been home-schooled and was even taught self-defense.
The more Stiles learned about his sister, the more he fell in love with the idea of having a sister. His protective instincts had immediately kicked in and when he heard how she had learned self-defense, he couldn't help but wonder why she learned self defense. And then his mind wandered back to when she said it's called the past for a reason and he couldn't help but wonder what had happened in her past. Something must have happened to her if she had immediately said that during her explanation.
The trio spent hours talking, Stiles even going as far as letting his Dad have a cheat day and eat pizza with them when they lost track of time. They learned as much as they could about Avery and her home in New Orleans seeing as she was kind of private about her life. They learned that Elijah and Nik were the only living members of their family and that they came from England before they settled down in New Orleans where they were practically royalty there.
As the night grew darker, and no-one could contain their yawns, John declared it time for bed.
"The spare room is yours." He tells Avery. "You can fix it up however you like whenever you're ready."
"Thank you." She tells him with a smile. "My personal belongings should be getting here with the next two days. And as for everything else," She pulls out a black credit card from a pocket in her jacket. "-I have no spending limit as long as it's used for myself settling in and not useless crap I don't need."
John eyed the card critically. "I better not come home to ridiculous gaming systems and what not." He says. "It might not be my money but I will respect the wishes of your caregivers and make sure you're behaving with their money."
Avery chuckles when she hears Stiles grumble out an, "Aw, man."
"Don't worry, John-" John opened his mouth to cut her off but Avery held up her hand. "-and I will call you John until I'm comfortable enough to say Dad and not feel weird."
John's shoulder slumped. "Fair enough."
"But as I was saying, there's no need to worry. I'll be the perfectly responsible young lady I was taught to be."
John smiles at her as Stiles fake-coughs out a suck up! and turns towards his room. "Well, at least one of you is responsible."
"Hey! I'm responsible." Stiles' outraged cry is met by the shutting of his father's bedroom door and muffled laughter behind it. "I am." He tries convincing his sister.
Avery smirks in response, patting his cheek affectionately. "I'm sure you are, twin. I'm sure you are."
"Why do I get the feeling you don't believe me?" His eyes narrow in suspicion.
"Because you're my twin." She puts emphasis on the word. "I'm like two percent responsible and ninety-eight percent hell raiser. I'm pretty sure it runs in our blood."
Stiles grins mischievously at that. "I have a feeling this summer is going to be awesome."
"So do I. Now let's get some sleep. I have a feeling your friend is going to want the 4-1-1 tomorrow."
Stiles laughs as they part ways- pointing out the restroom before Avery is hidden from sight. When he makes himself comfortable in his room, he strips out of his clothes and falls atop his bed.
Having a sister- a twin sister- was going to be a blast.
REMEMBER, Avery is portrayed by Lily Collins. Picture of Avery and her bike is up on the profile.
P.S- I am aware that Nik and Elijah might sound familiar to you but worry not! While I am stealing the actors and their character names from that other show, I am changing their background up for this fic. So whatever you know about them from that other show, whatever they've done, forget about it!
If you're curious as to what Nik and Elijah look like, I'll go into detail about them in the next chapter and also post a picture of them along with Chapter 3.