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"Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other."

― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

It was 8:30 in the morning when Derek knocked on the door of the house. The door opened.

"Is that an iced vanilla soy latte?"

"Yes," Derek said.

"I hate that you know me so well," Frost said as she plucked the drink from his hand. Her face reddened and she looked sheepish, "And I'm sorry about last night. Nothing really excuses freezing your feet to the floor. I swear you are the only person who ever makes me that mad."

"I always had a talent for it."

"Eh…it's mutual I think. Come in," she said as she moved out of the way.

"Where's Snow?" he said tensing for the invasion of his personal space.

"You can go to DEFCON 5. She woke me up at 5 am to tell me she was going to, and I quote, 'normal high school' and needed me to enroll her. How I could refuse the idea of being Snow free for 7+ hours a day, 5 days a week? So we enrolled her at Beacon Hills High, and I don't even feel that bad about it."

"'Normal' high school?"

"You saw the hair. We can't hide what she is for very long anymore. Mom enrolled her in, and again I quote my sister, ' the school for freaks and fiends.' In typical Snow style, she was politely asked not to return. So she was offloaded onto me with the caveat that I keep her out of trouble or else." She took a sip of her coffee and then frowned. "How the hell do you get me to do that? Off load all my shit onto you like you're still my friend. Is it that you keep your answers short and all stoic and manly?"

"There's an insult in there," he said as he sat down at the counter of the kitchen where she led him.

"You'd better gird your lions, I plan to dish a few more before this trip is over," She sat her coffee down her dark blue eyes growing serious. "Now, despite your attempts to butter me up and distract me, I want the full unedited story starting with what happened to Laura and ending with your phone call."

Stiles tossed a paper ball at the back of Scott's head. "So what do you think Snow meant about Derek being a werewolf prince? Have you ever heard of this first pack?

"I don't think that's how she meant it, and, no, I haven't heard about this first pack, " Scott said.

"By the way, both of them are AWESOME. It's just like when I dream of Derek…"

"You dream about Derek?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, I dream about him being helpless and at my mercy to do anything I want to him."

"Anything you want?" Scott asked laughter filling his voice.

"What's so funny?" He asked before realizing what he said. " I AM NOT ATTRACTED TO DEREK!"

"Mr. Stiliniski, as much as I'm sure that Mr. McCall is riveted to learn you are not attracted to another man, please, save your relationship issues for when you are not suppose to be completing the study guide for your biology test," Mr. Harris said.

Scott turned around, but he heard Stiles say, "But I suppose for a bad tempered psychotic werewolf, he is kind of hot."

Lydia stopped midsentence. Allison followed her gaze to the door where the new principal spoke to Mr. Finstock. A small girl with long hair that was white as snow on top and dark blue underneath with a blue tulle flower fastened in it peered about the classroom. The hair alone might have been enough to attract attention, but she was wearing a pair of black combat boots with blue and black striped tights that lead up to a black jean mini skirt with a silver chain belt and a royal blue t-shirt that said "Immature: that's just a word boring people use to describe fun people" in silver lettering finished off with a pair of giant silver hoop earrings. When she noticed the stares she was getting she smiled brilliantly and waved.

Mr. Finstock said, "What happened to your hair?" after the principal left and he finally noticed the girl standing there.

"I tasted the rainbow and a blue skittle exploded on it," she said causing the whole class to burst into laughter.

"Funny, now, find a seat."

The girl skipped happily over to the only empty seat, which was behind Allison. Despite Lydia's continued friendship, Allison was still treated like a pariah by most of the BHHS students since the events last spring with her aunt.

"Hi, I'm Snow Morgan. And you are?" she said not even bothering to whisper.

"Allison."

"Lydia."

"Awesome, I'm so glad you got to meet me. By the way, Lydia, you look amazing in that dress! And your shoes are super cute." And just like that Snow solidified her place in the Lydia & Allison friendship, because Lydia loved nothing more than for people to recognize her awesomeness.

"Thank you. Your boots look very…stalwart."

"Yes, your outfit is…interesting," Allison said politely.

"Oh, listen at you two, trying to find a polite way to say that I look like a freak. It's ok, I've embraced my freak flag and fly it proud and loud," Snow smiled at the two girls. "Besides it's a social experiment on how preconceived notions about appearance affect the behavior of strangers. I'm including the findings in my plan for world domination."

The girls laughed.

"You're audacious. I like that," Lydia said matter-of-factly.

"LYDIA, ALLISON, SKITTLE GIRL," Finstock snapped. "If you're done with the girl bonding could you help the class by telling us about the Battle of New Orleans?"

"The Battle of New Orleans is considered the final major battle of the War of 1812, taking place on January 8, 1815. American forces, commanded by the then Major General Andrew Jackson, defeated an invading British Army planning to seize New Orleans and the territory that the US had acquired through the Louisiana Purchase. It is widely regarded as the greatest land victory of the war," Lydia said in a tone that made it clear she thought Finstock was an idiot.

Snow added, "The British totally got their as…rears handed to them. I mean they had over 2000 casualties while the Americans only had 71."

"In fact, it was his victory at the Battle of New Orleans that would propel Andrew Jackson into the White House," Allison finished.

The girls smiled at each other. Finstock sputtered for a moment. "That's right." The class snickered. He ignored them. "The Battle of New Orleans took place after the signing of the Treaty of Ghent…."

"Skittle girl? Does he even know my name?" Snow said softly after Finstock went back to writing on the board.

Allison whispered to her. "It could be worse he called our friend Stiles, Biles, all last spring."

"Huh, I guess your right. I mean Snow rhymes with 'Ho.' How awful would that be! Ho, could you answer the question? Were you too busy to do your homework last night, Ho?" Snow shuddered. "All bad. All the time."

The girls left the classroom together so they could show Snow where her locker was. "Am I seeing double or are there two identical blonde hotties with sizzling hot bodies staring at you two?" Snow asked.

Allison could think of only one set of twins that matched the description. "That's Ethan & Aidan."

"Seniors who transferred here with their mom who took a job at the sheriff station. She worked for Interpol so they've lived all over the world," Lydia added.

"Huh," Snow said thoughtfully as they reached her locker. "I wonder why someone like that would want to work for a sheriff's department."

Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder. "Is that who I think it is?"

Isaac walked up behind them and said, "Who?"

"Your stalker, my hero, and force of nature standing next to the love of my life."

Scott and Isaac looked in the direction Stiles was staring. There, in the middle of the hall leaning next to Lydia and Allison's lockers, was Snow in her steel toed black combat boots. "Snow?" Isaac said almost like he wanted to run in the other direction.

"I guess she's going to go to school here, while Frost is helping us out," Scott said.

Almost like she heard them talking about her, the white and blue hair swung around as she searched down the hall. When she spotted them, she waved happily, "SCOTT! STILES! ISAAC aka FUTRUE FATHER OF MY CHILDREN!" The busy hallway suddenly went quiet. Isaac looked like he wanted to find a rock to hide under.

Snow seemingly obliviously to the attention she'd gotten walked in their direction books in hand. Allison and Lydia finished at their lockers and trailed after her. "So what's your next class?" Snow asked as she reached them. "Please tell me its Pre-calculus…I mean I hate math. If I have to suffer, I have to have comrades in arms and Lydia & Allison here have different classes."

Scott shook his head staring at Allison. "English."

Snow looked at Stiles and Isaac in askance. "We've got pre-calc," Stiles said indicating him and Isaac.

Her face lit up like a light bulb. "YAY! See I told you resistance was futile. Even the universe is conspiring against you." She managed to snag Isaac's arm despite his not so subtle attempt to place Stiles between them. "Now, my future baby daddy, lead me to this room of hell and devils which will only be alleviated by your presence."

Isaac looked defeated when none of them answered his silent plea for help. "Yeah, sure, it's this way, Snow," he said. She started chattering at him, and he looked back at the rest of them and mouthed, I hate you.

"So how do you all know Snow?" Allison asked suspiciously as she and Lydia followed Scott and Stiles to the intersection that lead to the Math and English halls.

"She's the sister of the woman Derek called to help with whatever is killing people," Scott said.

"The sister is like Iceman! She totally froze his feet to the floor. Isaac said it took hours for him to defrost and heal enough to move again!" Stiles said without taking a breath. "One word: AWESOME!"

"So what is she? Obviously, not a werewolf," Lydia said thoughtfully.

"Have you finished translating the bestiary? Maybe you can find something in it." Scott asked.

"Mostly…" she began but the one-minute warning bell went off. "See you at lunch."

Lydia headed to her independent study, while Scott headed down the English hallway, and Stiles ran down the math hallway to Pre-calc.

"You know I have to tell my Dad about Snow and her sister."

"Yeah, I think that would be a good idea. After everything that happened last semester, it would be best that we all be on the same page," Scott said as she opened the door to her Honors English class.

"Ok, I'll talk you later," Allison said awkwardly, before turning into the classroom. Scott stared after her longingly until the door closed completely and used werewolf speed to make it to his class before the final bell rang.

So love it or hate it, I feel like its important that the OC's don't out stage the canon characters, because ultimately what we all love about Teen Wolf is the canon characters & relationships. So I'm trying to make Snow & Frost catalyst for bumping the characters into each other. But some of the characters are hard to keep in character…phew…aka Stiles & Isaac with a side of Lydia.

Special Shout Out to Lycan Lover 411 for being my one & only reviewer. Thanks also to the lurkers who are following but not reviewing. This chapter is dedicated to you.