So I saw the trailer for season 2 of Teen Wolf and a bunch of ideas swam through my head. It really got my muse flowing. If you haven't seen it, go watch it now! 5 million hits unlocks first ten minutes of the first episode! I know I want to see it, don't you?

Oh if you did see it, wasn't Derek looking even more flippin' sexy when he had sunglasses on in his sexy car with that chick (lucky female dog, just messing c: ) Sexy mutha-bleeper!

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Six – Pack Mentality Pt. 2

Stiles began honking to get Scott's attention.

"Twin better haul ass."

As we saw Scott running to us, Stiles started getting fidgety and started hitting the steering wheel. I jumped in the back and slapped Stiles on the back of his head.

He glared at me and I grinned, and then turned my attention back to Scott. He was running like really fast to us. I was wondering how he was going to get over the fence until I saw the showoff jump and flip over it. I felt my jaw drop. Then Scott tuck-n-rolled and I muttered grumpily, "He so got that from me, the biter."

After he made it to the car, he jumped into the passenger's seat and urged Stiles, "Go! Go! Go!"

"Did it work? Did you remember?" Stiles and I asked simultaneously as soon as we were driving away.

"Yeah," Scott nodded, "I was there last night and the blood- a lot of it was mine." Its official - Twin's emo. I love him no matter what you know even when he growls at me. I wonder how Derek sounds when he growls. Ooh, it's probably all rough and sexy. Thought-gasm!

"So you did attack him?" Shut up Stiles. Thinking of Sexy here.

"No I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek." Gosh, they just can't be quiet- wait, did he say Derek? Ah, he must have been thinking about me because his eyes were glowing.

"What about the driver?" Poor Chuck…

"It was actually like I was trying to protect him." Yay! So Scott didn't kill anyone. He remains a virgin – both ways!

"Wait, why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?" I stand firmly against Derek attacking Chuck. He is just too sweet to do that, glares and all.

"That's what I don't get." He makes it seem like he gets a lot of things. After all, he is the slower twin. Ooh, inner burn! Take that, twin!

"It's gotta be a pack thing," Stiles said looking at Scott.

"What do you mean?"

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together." No fair! Scott gets to be with Sexy. What about me? Why is no one caring about what I want? I'll kill someone with Derek! Naked. I'm very sick…

"Because ripping out someone's throat is a real bonding experience."

I snorted. "Twin, you are so funny today!"

He turned around and gave me a look. I grinned sheepishly.

"But you didn't do it, so you're not a killer and it also means that-," Stiles started, but Scott cut him off happily, "That I can go out with Allison."

Stiles looked at him like he was insane and said, "I was going to say, it means you won't kill us."

"Oh yeah, that too."

"Wow, Scotty I can feel your relief," I muttered sarcastically.

Scott just pushed me back until I landed on my back.

"Hey! I am not a thing to be pushed around!" Unless it was Derek. Naked.

Nudity seems to come to mind a lot more nowadays. Cough, Derek, cough.

-X-

"Ew, you're gonna wear that?"

Scott groaned and fell back on his bed. He covered his face with a faded maroon shirt with tiny white stripes that had a tiny orange stripe in them as well and cried out, "Help me! What am I supposed to wear when you 'hang out' with a girl you really like and her friends?"

"Chill Scott, first don't wear dress shirts. You don't want to dress like it's a date when it's not. Keep it cool and casual like you're saying 'Yeah, I'm relaxed even though I turn into a wolf once a month.'"

If looks could kill.

"Ha-ha, you're hilarious," He deadpanned then looked at the time. "Ah, now seriously help me!"

I grinned at him. "Twin-dude-,"

"-Twin-dude?"

"Bitch, do you want my help or not?"

"Sorry…"

I clapped. "Alright, lemme take a look at your closet." I walked over and started moving things into two piles: Things to burn and things to keep. Seriously, the clothes he has in here are horrible. Why haven't I noticed before? I'm a bad twin.

"Ew," I tossed a crappy green long-sleeve to the floor. "What are you? Tony the Tiger?" I asked as I threw an orange shirt with black stripes to the floor. "It's gross!"

"Emily! I don't have time for you to go through my whole closet! I only have an hour!"

He seemed so pathetic begging me. I liked it! "Say 'Emily is the greatest human being in the entire freaking world'."

He looked at me like I was crazy. "What?"

"Say it!"

"Why?"

"Fine, then don't. Risk looking terrible with Allison. You know what they say. Girls love a guy with good clothing sense."

Scott groaned. "Emily is the greatest human being in the entire world."

"Ah, ah," I sang. "You forgot freaking. I said 'entire freaking world' Scotty-poo."

He glared at me and said through gritted teeth, "Emily is the greatest human being in the entire freaking world. Happy?"

"Not quite," I smirked. "I get the car tonight."

"But-,"

"What was that? Allison hates guys who can't dress for crap?"

He made a noise between a growl and groan. "Fine! Just take me there then! Happy now?"

"Very much so," I grinned then I turned and grabbed the same shirt Scott had earlier, but added a gray long-sleeve. "There you go!" I threw them to him and bounded out of the room.

"This is the same damn shirt, Emily!" I heard his outraged cry and smirked.

"Au contraire, twin wolf, you now have a gray long-sleeve that will bring out the white stripes on the maroon shirt and will definitely get your dream-fantasy to come true. Without the killing with Derek!" That's my job.

He got quiet after that, so I poked my head and saw him blushing profusely. I laughed at him and he glared at me, "Shut up."

"You're mean," I crossed my arms. "Mean twin!"

"You're so annoying."

"Hey who has the car tonight, Fido?"

He became quiet.

"What now, bitch? Emily: one, Scott: zero!"

-X-

"Alright, see you crazy kids later! Remember no glove, no love! If you're feeling kinky, wrap your winky! Before you attack her, wrap your whacker! If you slip between her thighs, condomize! Don't be a fool, cover your tool! Have fun Scott McCall and Allison Argent!" I grinned as Scott flipped me off when Allison turned away, embarrassed.

After leaving them, I began driving around town. I was bored and didn't want to go home. I love my free time, but if I go home it usually involves prank-calling Stiles, watching horror movies, or kissing my pillow and pretending its Derek, who's usually naked. Wow, there should be a warning in my head like- Caution: For sake of sanity, do not enter the mind of Emily McCall. You've been warned.

I drove around for a bit longer until I spotted a black, sleek car sitting at the gas station. I would have kept going, but two things stopped me. One, an ass that I know entirely well standing in front of the machine. Two, my Sexy senses are tingling. Derek's there!

I squealed quietly then checked my gas. It was full. I groaned then looked at my sexy-assed home skillet. I sat there in my car for about two minutes before driving into the station and smiled widely as Derek looked towards my direction.

I jumped out and grinned. "Wha? Derek, what are you doing here? I didn't even see you!"

"Oh, so you haven't been parked across the street for two minutes watching me?" He said raising a sexy eyebrow. His expression was blank.

I continued to grin. "I have no idea what you are saying. So what brings you here?"

He gave me an irritated look then looked down to his car. "Gas. That's typically what gas stations have."

"Oh, of course," I said. "So what are you doing on this beautiful midsummer's night?"

"Its fall," He retorted still glaring at me. Gosh, he keeps doing that and I'll probably jump him right here. Then we can get freaky on his car!

"Toe-may-toe, ta-mot-toe," I shrugged. "Does that mean you're not doing anything?" I asked then continued, "Because I had this idea of something you could do." ME.

I went to keep going, but suddenly Derek was in front of me. He slammed my car door shut and pulled me to his car. Oh my Jebus, is this really happening? Did he read my thoughts? Holy crap, this is awesome! Ah! Breath check! I used my free arm and breathed out then sniffed. Yeah, we're good.

Suddenly my thoughts were cut short as I was thrown into the backseat of his car. It was small back here. I didn't know how he expected to do anything back here, let alone me. Ha, get it? Sick mind…

My hopes soon vanished as the car door shut. I'm totally going Swiper with this- Aw, man!

I turned to the window and Derek glanced at me before ordering inconspicuously, "Sit on the floor. Don't say a word. Keep your head down."

Before I could ask what the hell was going on, I heard low tire screeches. I poked my head just a bit, but snapped it back down when Derek rapped his knuckles at the window.

The windows weren't thick, so I could hear everything. First, I heard a couple of car doors shut then I heard walking. Abruptly, a voice spoke, "Nice ride."

It sounded as if whoever was speaking was mocking Derek and they were about to get their booties kicked…by me.

"Black cars though, very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance." Aw, screw this guy. My sexy love takes care of his sexy car just fine. "You have something that's nice; you want to take care of, right?"

My attention was drawn to when I saw something move across the windshield; it was one of the cleaners. I moved just a bit and saw a person that made my jaw slag. It was Mr. Argent! And he was screwing with Sexy. You know not sexually because that would have to be with me. Wink, wink.

"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love," Mr. Argent said. "That's something I learned with my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?" This guy had some balls! Next time I see him, I'm gonna sic Byron on him. Nobody be talking to Sexy like that!

Derek didn't say anything, but how could he? He probably wanted to attack this prick, but can't considering he is a hunter and they were out in public. That's a cheap shot, Daddy Argent.

"There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now." Said Daddy Argent. "See how it makes everything much clearer?" Why did I have a feeling that they weren't talking about cars?

Then I heard footsteps again. I looked from the seat and saw Daddy Argent walking back to his not-sexy truck. Yeah, take that! Inner burn!

Then a sexy voice stopped him. "You forgot to check the oil." Oh, my love always has to have the last word.

Daddy Argent turned back and I hid my head.

"Check the man's oil."

I heard more footsteps and then there was some dude standing by the driver's side window. I ducked lower so he wouldn't see me. Then he signed his death certificate to Byron as he smashed a gun or something through the window. I held back a shriek as I felt tiny pieces of glass land on me.

"Looks good to me." Now I don't know a lot about cars, but I'm pretty sure that was not the oil.

"Drive safely," I heard Daddy Argent say before the sound of cars started and faded.

I popped my head out as Derek opened the door.

"That wasn't very nice of Daddy Argent," I blurted out.

Derek sighed irritatingly.

I climbed out and began pacing. "I can't believe they did that! Your poor sexy car. And how is it coincidence that no one was around for this? Curse Beacon Hills and its small population," I continued rambling, but Derek stopped me.

"You're bleeding." His lovely greenish eyes were focused on my left hand.

I looked down at it and mused, "Well would you look at that? Guess I am."

"Here," He said and handed me some napkins.

I felt my heart speed up and accepted them. "Thanks."

"Why would they do that?" I asked putting the napkins on my small cut.

"They're hunters. I'm a werewolf. Do the math." It's probably a bad time to tell him I'm crap at math.

I nodded and I actually did the math in my head. Hunters hunt werewolves… Le gasp! They must suspect Derek of being a werewolf! I got it and it only took a minute!

"It's because they think you're a werewolf, huh?"

Derek rolled his eyes and my heart about stopped. "No, it's because my car was dirty."

"Damn it! That was my first guess."

"You're hopeless." You're gorgeous.

"Aw shucks…"

Derek cursed under his breath and walked to his broken window. He opened the door and began pushing the bigger pieces of glass unto the ground. Then he climbed into his car.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" What can I say? He makes me stutter.

"Somewhere," He answered gruffly.

"Like where," I asked moving closer to his window.

"Like somewhere. Now why don't you go home?" Because I want the real thing, not my pillow.

"But it's boring," I whined.

He glared through his broken window. "I don't care."

A lie hurts everyone, babe.

I don't listen to my mom, twin, Stiles, sheriff, teachers and I sure as hell wasn't starting with Derek. No matter how sexy he is and how nice-looking his ass is. But that didn't mean he had to know. You wanna lie, hot stuff? Well, I'll get you back silently.

I let my shoulders slump and sighed, "Ok, well see you later Derek…"

"That's it? You're just gonna actually listen to me? McCalls do that?" He said sarcastically, raising his eyebrows. I swear I would've tipped over if I didn't want to stalk him.

"Well, this McCall," I sang as I waved my thumbs to me, "does." Not.

He rolled his eyes and started his car. Its engine roared and I felt myself shiver. His hot self was so hot in his hot -despite the broken window- car. I really need a new word. Synonyms come at me!

He began driving and I waved frantically. "Bye Derek, have a nice night! Don't let those ticks get to you!" Get it? Get it? Ah hell yeah.

Once he was out of my sight, I jumped in the car and followed stealthily behind him.

I did a good job too because he didn't stop once! Gosh, I could be an awesome stalker! I'll make my own stalking/private eye business. It shall be called 'Stalk Em'. Get it? 'Cause Em is my nickname and 'em could be 'them' abbreviated. Dang, I am so awesome!

I followed him and came to a stop at the…hospital? What the hell is he doing here? Probably to get some morphine from when he is away from me. Oh, zinger!

I parked the car and got out quietly. I saw him walking, but then suddenly he just disappeared. Figuring he walked in the hospital already, I speed-walked to the doors. Just as I was about to enter, a hand shot out and pulled me to the side of the building. My back lightly hit a wall and hands held my arms. I looked up and felt my heart race.

Standing there holding me against the wall was Derek. Gosh, how did he know this was one of my fantasies? Him and his wolfy powers, darn them! But, hey, not that I'm complaining. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

"You McCalls, do you ever listen to anyone?" He snarled and I had to refrain from shuddering.

Out of shock, I blurted out, "How did you know I followed you?"

"You're not as sly as think especially when you're the only car speeding right behind me. God, you are so annoying." He said as he let me go. Aw sugar, do dirty things to me.

I grinned, "I get that a lot, but I have no reason why!"

"I can name several," He muttered then said in a louder voice. "Go. Home."

"We both know that's not gonna happen, homes." Unless you can convince me, but that would require you to be, that's right, nude. I'm severely damaged in the head.

He sighed in frustration and rubbed a hand down his face. He turned away from me and I took the time to think of how I could get into the hospital without Sexy noticing. While I contemplated this, I didn't see Derek slip into the building.

I looked up and sighed dreamily, "Aw, our first disagreement. Time flies by so fast." Then I walked into the hospital inconspicuously.

"Hello, Emily!"

"Hey Emily!"

"Good to see you, Emily!"

Damn, I'm a famous son of a female dog. Curse my wonderful personality and looks.

I dodged everyone and ran to the room where I saw the sexy leather jacket disappear to. I quietly snuck in and saw Derek talking to someone lying in the bed. I couldn't see the dude's face because of Derek's broad, waiting-for-my-nails-to-puncture, shoulders. Eh, get it? Insert nasty grin.

"Open your eyes," Derek commanded and you sure as hell my eyes opened wide. I didn't even blink. Ok, maybe once… "Look at me." I looked, of course, at his lovely ass.

Suddenly, the dude in the bed craned his neck and I almost gasped. It was Chuck!

Ok, so I didn't gasp, but I did practically yell, "Chuck!"

Derek spun around so fast and glared. "You need to leave."

You know, now I was starting to suspect Sexy as a murderer or something. That should scare me, but I find it oddly sexier. Yeeeah, I got the hots for a serial killer. Nice.

I stuck my hands out in front of me. "Whoa compadre, don't bite me." Then I muttered, "At least not with Chuck in the room."

Derek growled and I couldn't resist shivering. He was so good looking; it should really be a crime. Oh! That's what I can say he went to jail for instead of supposedly killing someone. I feel that would get fewer stares. My mind is turmoil, really.

"I won't tell Scott, or anyone! It can be our secret!" Aw, our very first secret together. I should scrapbook this stuff.

"I don't have time for this," Derek sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but shut up."

I zipped my mouth shut and saluted him; He, of course, rolled his beautiful green eyes.

He turned back and started asking Chuck questions. But I didn't get how he was supposed to answer any; his throat was kind of messed up. Poor, poor Chuck. "What do you remember?"

I stood next to Derek (I know, I went crazy for like a second) and watched Chuck. He glanced at me before turning back to Derek and saying, "Hale."

Hold up. Home-bus knows Sexy?

"How do you know my name?" Derek asked actually looking confused instead of his usual stoic expression. I had to say it was cute!

"I'm sorry," Chuck said looking a Derek somewhat ashamed.

"What for?" Oops. So much for being quiet.

But Derek didn't even glance at me when he said, his voice rising, "How do you know me?"

"I'm sorry," Chuck repeated softly before laying his head back down.

Oh no. I knew this look; it was the same one my goldfish, Heraldo, had when I tried to take him for a walk. He was fading. Dying. Fast, too.

I looked away from him as Derek grabbed my arm. "We need to get out of here."

For some reason, I didn't get as excited as usual. I was kind of down in the dumps about Chuck. I felt bad for him… He was a good bus driver.

Derek pulled me out of the hospital and began cursing. "How did he know me? What was he sorry for?"

"Maybe he was sorry he didn't tell you before that he knew you!" I thought aloud.

Derek turned and gave me a stupid look as if to say Really, McCall?

"Heh," I rubbed the back of my neck. "Just a suggestion."

He rolled his eyes again.

I think him and Stiles just like to show off their eyes.

"Well," I clapped, "That was interesting despite being somber." Yeah, I knew semi big words. Be jealous! "We should definitely do it again soon."

Derek muttered. "Don't hold your breath."

I ignored him and smiled. "Well, if you ever need my help- Holla at a playa!"

"I seriously doubt I'll need your help."

I shrugged. "Well, if it's Scott or you just need some relaxing in your muscles to relieve the tension," Oh cha, I went there. "Let me know. Bye Derek!"

Before I left, I saw his eyebrows rise.

I ran to my car and sped home. My reckless, fast driving caused me to arrive at the same time as Scott. I got out and locked the door then walked by him. I nudged him playfully and grinned, "Hey twinny-twin-twin, get any strikes…with your wiener?" Blades of Glory reference, female dogs!

He pushed me before saying, "No, but she wants to hang out again." Couples again? Damn, Scotty's never gonna get laid. "Just the two of us." Sweet.

I grinned. "Score one for Scott! That's awesome. I'm happy for you, boo."

"So what did you do tonight?"

Stalked Derek. Mentally burned Daddy Argent. Stalked Derek again. Had our first disagreement. Had our first secret. Talked to Chuck and was thoroughly confused. Gave Derek an invitation to shove me against the wall and do dirty things to me. Got embarrassed and sped home. "Nothing much." Sounds much better.

Scott nodded and then there was two loud screams. There seems to be more screams around here nowadays. And there are about to be more since Derek and Allison came into the picture. Oh cha.

I closed the front door quickly and ran up the stairs behind Scott. We got to his room and saw Mom standing there holding a bat and Stiles on the bed with a disbelieving expression.

"First, your daughter tries to attack me with brooms and now you with a bat! Crazies!"

"What happened?" Scott and I used our twin powers and said at the same time.

Mom sighed tiredly. "Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?"

"But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in." Scott explained and I nodded.

"Yeah, exactly," Mom spoke. "And by the way do any of you care that there's a police-enforced curfew?"

"No." We all answered using our best friend powers. Yes, such things do exist.

"No," Mom repeated dumbfounded then shook her head. "Well alright then that's enough parenting for me tonight." Mom tossed the bat on bed and said. "Goodnight." Then walked out of the room.

"Night."

Stiles sighed loudly and this caught our attention. He never did that unless it was important. He was just loud and annoying not this quiet. BURN STILES BURN.

"What?" Scott sat down in his chair and waited for Stiles to talk.

I plopped down next to Stiles, peeling my jacket off as I did so.

"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago," Stiles said slowly. "The bus driver. They said he succumbed to his wounds."

"Succumbed?" Scott inquired. Not the smartest twin, but gotta love him.

Chuck…

"Scott, he's dead."

Scott's face completely fell. Shock and despair covered it from hairline to chin. I couldn't even predict what would happen next because suddenly Scott was gone. He jumped out the window and ran off; I didn't stop him. I wasn't trying to get between an emotionally unstable werewolf. He was upset and when he came back he would have my delicious Emmy chocolate chip cookies waiting for him just like when we were little.

Stiles turned to me in incredulity like he didn't believe his best friend just took off like that.

I grinned. "Wanna help me make cookies?"

The smack to the back of head made sure that he wasn't getting any cookies at all. Maybe I'd give Derek some- no wait, I can cook them on his smokin' body.

Oh cha.

A/N: What'd you guys think? Let me know – 10 reviews. You guys got your more Derek/Emily, happy? Keep letting me know what you want to see!There will be Stiles/Emily/Sheriff Stilinski stern talkings and more Scott/Emily coming soon.

Oh cha, Stimily, I love your idea about the whole sex thing, so watch out in future chapters. It just might be in there. Thanks for the idea! xoxo

I'm out - Holler.

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