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The McCall Twin

Chapter Twenty-Three – Omega Pt. 1

"Emily, this is no joke. You need to get him out of here. He hasn't showered the whole weekend and I'm pretty sure that rancid smell is him. This place already smells. I don't need teenage boy odor too."

I kicked my feet against my bed in protest, groaning, "Dude-!"

Mom's voice came like a whip from the phone. "Don't you 'dude' me, Emily McCall. I am your mother not one of your home chops."

My face scrunched up in confusion. Home chops? Then it hit me and I slowly face palmed. With a sigh, I corrected, "Its homeslice, mom, homeslice. Not home chops." That was such a Scott moment.

"Well, I don't know your lingo," She retorted. "And I don't think I want to know, home cut."

"Homeslice!"

"Whatever! Just come get him before I call pest control!" With that tone of finality, she promptly hung up and I was left with the dial tone. I looked at my phone screen with an outraged look. Glaring at the screensaver of Mom and I doing duck lips and throwing up the peace sign, I muttered grumpily, "You are so not screensaver worthy…no matter how cute I look in this picture."

I tossed my phone of the bed and turned to face the shirtless Derek, who sat on the chair by my vanity mirror. Did you read that right? Just to be on the safe side. SHIRTLESS DEREK IS IN MY ROOM AND HE'S SHIRTLESS. SHIRTLESS- THE FEELS I CAN'T HANDLE! SHIRTLESS, SHIRTLESS, SHIRTLESS. HE IS LESS A SHIRT. BARE SKIN BABY.

He looked in my direction when the call briefly ended. He raised an eyebrow (oh those eyebrows, the things they do to me) in question, "Have to go?"

If it were up to me, NO. I would stay here with you and continue what we were doing before my cock-block of a mother called. If I wasn't so scared of her, I would defy her and stay with you. I would ravish you like fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. I would cross my fingers that I don't burn my tongue because you're hot. Oh! That's a good one! I'll have to write that down.

"Stiles is stinking up the hospital and I have to go be the great person I am and go get him," I explained with a huff. "It's not fair. Scott has spent his entire weekend with Ally. Why can't he do it? What about my needs? Huh? Oof-!"

Without much of a warning, I was tackled onto the bed. My back hit the soft mattress and I grabbed onto the sheets in shock. I looked up and about died. Well I think I did die. The feels were too much and they finally exploded.

Derek was lying on top of me (STILL FRIGGIN SHIRTLESS) and while he didn't grin, his expression said it all. He had this sexy (it's natural) amused look on his face that made me want to shove my face against his. But of course, I couldn't because FEELS.

I could only stare up at him, hypnotized. The things this man did to me. And to think this is only him lying onto top of me. Can you imagine- oh Lordy, this is too much. I am so dead now. Let it be written on my headstone: Emily McCall – died of sexiness, courtesy of Derek Hale.

"What about your needs?" His hot breath fanned my face and I swear I was going to start hyperventilating. "Haven't those been taken care of?" Anything you say.

My eyes fluttered shut and my breath hitched as his teeth ran along my jaw up to my neck. I gasped as he bit harder at my sweet spot, which was the curve of my neck just above my collarbone. "You didn't answer the question."

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

"What was that? Couldn't hear you." Over the span of the weekend, I recently learned that Derek was extremely playful and teasing. He was the definition of tease. Yeah, he messed with me before, but that was just calling me names and now. Oh, I really like his teasing now. With his mouth and body. Take that however you please. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.

He ran his nose down my neck and as soon as he reached the crook, he breathed in and began to suck. I let out a breathy gasp and bit my lip. I wasn't necessarily fond of the noises I made and Derek knew that, but that didn't stop him doing it. As if he heard my thoughts, he nipped the spot and I released a loud moan.

I could feel him smirking against my skin. "You should've said that before," He said, a bit smugly, as he moved away from my neck.

"I hate you," I mumbled halfheartedly as I looked up at him under my eyelashes. Of course, I didn't mean it. I could never hate him even when he was on the bad guy's side.

His smirk fell slightly as he met my gaze. Slowly, I moved my hands to his face. I caressed his cheeks, the stubble tickling my fingers. Then I delicately moved my fingertips from his eyebrows, down his nose, and back to his cheeks. I looked to his eyes again and he only stared, no longer smirking. His face was expressionless.

Tightening my hold, I slowly pulled his face down to mine. He followed wordlessly and met my lips with his. He kissed me so softly, gently, deeply. We'd never kissed like this before. Our kisses were usually passionate and rough. Oh no, this was very different and I didn't mind at all.

I can't really explain how I feel towards him. I like him. I mean I always liked him, but I also care for him a lot. I don't want him to be alone. I want to be there for him even if it's only for him to call me annoying. I want to support him when everyone else is against him. I have a lot of experience with that so far.

Maybe this is how Scott feels for Allison. He didn't know her for that long, but he fell for her. Maybe Scott and I are more alike than I thought. But while he is sure he loves Allison, I don't know if I love Derek. I know I really, really, really like him and I care for him a lot, but love? Wouldn't know the feeling.

When we pulled away, our breathing was heavy despite the soft kiss. I didn't know how to explain it, but that kiss felt so much more intense than our other kisses. That's saying something considering we were practically ripping each other's clothes off during our other kisses.

He didn't say anything as he looked down at me. His was still straight-faced and his eyes seemed cloudy. With nothing to say, he swiftly got up and off me. I sat up hesitantly and watched him put his shirt and jacket back on. Just as I opened my mouth to question him, he spoke tonelessly, "I've got to get going."

Okay, excuse my language, but what the fuck just happened? We were messing around and then he just says he's 'got to get going'. What the hell? Was it me? Oh my God! I thought I was past being confused by him! One moment, he's all kissy, sexy time and the next he's running away. Literally.

Did I offend him some way? Did I spray penis repellant or something? Geez! But come on, what just happened? We had a thing there and now it's 'get going' time. Ugh. I wanted to shake him for answers, but I knew I wouldn't because I don't want to push him farther away. He already seems miles away. Just when I thought we were making progress.

"Um, right, me too," I said as I grabbed my shoes and slipped them on. When I finished, I looked up and frowned.

He was gone.

It was almost like he was never here to begin with. The only thing that proved that wrong was my opened window and curtains flowing. This confused me so much. Ever since that night he came over, it had never ended like this. Usually, other things would get in the way like my mom coming home sooner than expected or Derek having to do something. But it never ended with him just taking off like that. Most of the times, we couldn't pull away from each other and now he just goes without a bye or anything!

With a huff, I ran my hands down my face and into my hair. Sighing deeply, I grabbed my phone and made my way downstairs. It's hard to believe that not even five minutes ago we were making out. You know I've come to realize with Derek, I never understand what's going on. But I like him too much to question it.

Shaking my head of all thoughts confusing, I focused on my mission forced upon me by my mother. I had to go get Stiles. I paused on the steps suddenly, thinking of something she had said. Turning around and going back up, I quickly ran (yeah right, more like walked) back to my room. I grabbed what I was looking for and returned to the mission at hand.

Ready, armed, and fab.

-X-

"Alright, give me low down, miss."

Mom rolled her eyes as she guided me to my destination, replying, "Enough with the theatrics. You know why you're here."

I piped up, "Because you would've continued to call me until my phone died then when you got off work, you would come home and kill me because I didn't listen and then bring me back to life, so I would do what you said."

Mom's eyebrow rose elegantly, but she didn't question it. She only shook her head and said in a defeated tone, "Just go get your friend."

As I was walking to where I saw Stiles' cue ball head turn the corner, I could've sworn she mumbled something about what a freak her child was. Obviously, she was talking about Scott.

As I turned the corner, I saw Stiles stop in front of the vending machine. I silently made my way behind him and reached for my weapon. Just when I grabbed a hold of it and opened my mouth, Stiles beat me to it.

Without turning around, he said calmly, "What's up Em."

"I…uh- wha- how?" I was so sneaky! How in the heck did this pea-brain hear me?

He finally faced me and gave me a dubious look, "Okay, one, you were so not sneaky. I heard you when you first walked in. I mean who didn't hear," His voice became much more feminine and squeaky, "'Emily McCall, reporting for duty- pft, pft ha duty.' And two, who are you calling pea-brain? That's like the kettle calling the pot black."

I huffed irritatingly and retorted, "Okay, first off, did you just read my mind? Secondly, duty (pft!) is a word commonly laughed at. Thirdly, I'm not black. And lastly, who were you trying to mimic because honey, I do not sound that squeaky."

Stiles' left eye twitched repeatedly before he finally answered, "First off, no, I didn't read your mind. You said that out loud, genius. Second, you're the only one laughing. Third, it's just an expression and it absolutely has nothing to do with what race you are! And last, you do sound like that. Normally you sound like Mickey Mouse after he just swallowed helium."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I glared with all my might at the Adderall addict in front of me. He met mine glare with one of his own and it was a standoff. We both stood there without talking or moving.

We didn't even move when a visitor went to the vending machines. He wearily glanced at us and tried to smile. We didn't respond. I was not going to lose to Stiles.

Clearing his throat, the man turned his head to us and waved, "Hello." No response. He continued, "Thank goodness for these machines right? The food here is terrible." Nothing. Scratching the back of his neck, he gulped at the tension in the air, "Yeah, that's how I feel about it too. So, um, what do you two recommend?"

At this point, Stiles and I were both ticked off that this standoff was still going on. We broke eye contact at the same time and turned to the man, still glaring harder than ever. Simultaneously, we replied to the man, who flinched at us.

"Reese's."

"Twix."

Dark brown eyes met again light brown eyes in anger.

My lips formed into a thin line as I said through gritted teeth, "Twix."

"Reese's," Stiles declared also through clenched teeth.

The man could only gulp and back into the machines as we moved closer to him, trying to get him to agree with our choices. He held his hands up in defense and glanced down the halls, looking for somebody to get him out of this.

"Twix."

"Reese's."

"No Stiles, Twix."

"Reese's, Emily, Reese's."

From this point, we were no longer looking at the man but back at each other. The standoff was nowhere near over for us. The man took this chance to get away. He forgot why he was there in the first place. Quickly, he made his way back to his wife's room.

She watched him with confused eyes. He was breathing hard and kept looking into the little window of the door. Turning off the TV, she questioned, "Honey? Are you okay?"

He jumped at her voice and turned to her. "Oh uh, yeah."

Shaking off his weird behavior, she sighed and remembered, "Okay. So did you get my candy?"

"Did I get your- no! I got into this couple's lover's spat and almost died! I'm not going back out there! Get your own candy. Aren't you milking this just a bit too much?" He gave a look to his wife, whose mouth dropped.

"I just had surgery!"

-X-

"Look Stiles, he wants good candy! Obviously he means Twix," I said loudly.

Stiles groaned and retorted, "No! He didn't even say good candy! He only said what we recommended!"

"Ah-ha! So you don't consider Reese's as a good candy!"

"I didn't say that!"

"Well, you didn't say otherwise!"

"I just did!"

"Whatever. When in doubt, Twix."

"Reese's."

We glared harder at each other. Then Stiles turned to the man and opened his mouth, "Look man- hey, where'd he go?" The dude was nowhere to be seen.

"He was obviously sickened by your choice of candy," I said, putting my hands in my pocket. My right pocket had something in it and I remembered what it was. I smirked.

Stiles scoffed, "Oh yeah, that's the reason- what are you doing?!"

I had pulled out my weapon and shot him with it. He turned away from me and tried to hide in front of the vending machine, but that wasn't clearly working. He thought he was bad. Now look at him. Beaten by the one and only me. He was shrieking like a little girl as I continued to shoot him.

"Stop! Stop!" Stiles shouted at me and I finally relented. "What the hell?" Then his eyes focused on the bottle in my hand. "Is that deodorant spray?"

With a grin, I explained, "Mom said you were stinking up the place."

Stiles deadpanned. "So your idea was to come here and spray me."

"Pretty much," I said with a smile. "Good idea, huh?"

"The best," He said sarcastically. "Is that coconut?"

I lifted it proudly and said, "Coco Butter Kiss."

"Great," He muttered and turned back to the vending machine. I sidled up next to him and peered at the items in the machine. "So you're getting me something, right?"

He nodded at me and answered, "Yeah no."

I pouted, "Come on!"

"No," He repeated. "But I'll let you have a bite of my Reese's."

I made a face and stuck my finger in my mouth as if I was gagging.

Stiles smiled smugly, "That's what I thought."

I stuck my tongue out at him. He pushed my face away with his hand in retaliation. I leaned against the wall as he yawned and scanned which letter the Reese's was. Placing the spray back in my pocket, I asked, "So how's Lydia?"

He answered as he inserted (pffffft) the change. "She's awake and still has the strength to be sarcastic about everything."

I nodded, "Same old Lydia."

He agreed, "Same old." Then he pressed 'I' and we both watched as the Reese's moved forward until the end only to stop, stuck. Looks like he should've stuck with my choice of candy. Haha! Do you get it? Do you? Because his candy is stuck and he should've- haha, woo! My sense of humor amazes me.

I grinned at his misfortune. "Well, well, well. Would you at that? It looks like someone's not getting their candy."

Stiles ignored me and continued to press the button. When he saw that it wasn't working, he sighed exasperatingly, "Seriously?"

"As serious as Sirius Black," I said as I patted him on the arm. "Guess it's trying to show you who the better candy is."

"Shut up," He said to me as he faced the machine again. He let out a breath before smacking his palm against the glass. When it showed no sign of falling down, he gave it a look. Seeing him struggle gave me oh so much joy, but these vending machines were assholes.

When we were little, Scott and I used to come with our mom to work and she would always give us money for them, but most of the times they did this and ripped us off. Assholes, I'm telling you.

I lifted a hand towards Stiles and said, "I'll handle this."

He gave me a doubtful look, but shrugged as if saying 'what's the worst that could happen?' "Usually, I would comment on how you can't even handle gym class, but I really want that candy."

"And usually I would love to watch you suffer, but this machine and I have had issues in the past. I won't let it win this time."

Stiles touched my arm and gave me a meaningful look, "Good luck."

I nodded before I approached the machine. I touched it and mumbled, "We met again, but this time you won't play me."

I began hitting it with all my force. Ignoring the sting of the hits, I continued to pummel it. When it still didn't budge, I began to kick it. "Come on, you -hit- asshole! Just let go -hit- of the -hit-candy! You -hit- have too much -hit- anyway! Do -kick- you know how -kick- fat you are being right now?"

"Emily, Emily," Stiles pulled me away and turned me to him. "It's okay, it's alright."

I shook my head, "No Stiles, it's not!"

"Don't worry," He said as he turned back to the evil machine. "I appreciate your help, but this is personal. That's my candy and I'm not leaving without it."

With that said, he lifted his arms and placed his hands on top of the machine. He began shaking it. The machine moved, but his candy remained stuck. This bitch was stubborn, I'll give it that.

Stiles stepped back and gave the machine a look over before moving in for a hug? Playing nice with it won't make it give you candy. Why did I let him take over? I glanced back at him and my eyebrows reached my hairline as he put the side of his face onto the glass and thrust his hips into the machine.

Well… that was certainly unexpected.

"Uh, Stiles, what are you doing?" Because it looks wrong and it reminds me of Derek. Hip thrusting, oh yes.

Stiles didn't answer as he strained to do whatever he was doing. "Choo- ugh, that's not gonna work."

I raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "What were you trying to work?"

He looked at me and shrugged, " I don't know. I thought I could move it? I don't know!"

"You thought you could lift it?" I asked in a deadpan.

"Don't say a word," He pointed a finger at me and went back to the machine. He sighed again and reached up to put his hands back on top of the machine. Then he began to shake it much more roughly than before.

Stiles and I jumped back as the machine fell forward. We looked at each other with wide eyes and our jaws pretty much hitting the floor. Stiles had his hands out, flailing about. Once everything was done, I casually slide myself over the machine. As I stood, I bent over and whispered to the fallen machine, "How you like them apples, asshole?"

Stiles jumped over as well and tried to pick it up.

I sat on the machine and he gave me a 'really' look. "What?"

"I'm trying to lift this up. Do you mind?" He said as he pulled me off and shoved me into a chair. He then leaned over it and tried to lift it. Tried being the obvious word. It's a huge machine! What does he expect? Oh Stiles, he really aims for the stars. Sky is not limit for this lad.

Then it hit me and I said sympathetically, "Oh, I see. You must've really wanted that candy."

"Yes- no!" He corrected himself and continued his lifting, "I did want it, but that's not why I'm trying to pick up the machine!"

"Then why are you?" I asked, tilting my head.

He gave me look. You know the one where he scrunches up his whole face and his eyes squint. The one where his mouth just falls down and it looks like it's open for business to catch flies. Yeah, that one.

"Because I dropped and possibly broke the machine," He answered, still giving me that look.

"Oh, there's no question about it. You broke it," I told him and his face fell into disbelief.

"Ju-Just help me, Em," He said pleadingly.

I sighed and stood, "Fine, but be careful my muscles are too much sometimes."

"What muscles?" He said as he moved around the machine and crouched to get a hold of it better.

I crouched as well, "Exactly. I'm weak."

Stiles gestured for me to grab the edge of it and lift when he gave the signal. He was holding the middle as he said, "Alright, ready? On three, we'll lift."

Just as I was about to nod, a fearsome, earsplitting scream came from the direction of Lydia's room. Our heads both shot in the direction and Stiles quickly got up. "Lydia?" He began running to her room and I followed as fast as I could. "Lydia!"

Once her door came into sight, so did Mom and Lydia's dad. "What the hell was that?" Mom wondered as she threw open the door. Stiles pushed past them and sprinted to the bathroom. He pushed back the shower curtain and we all saw that it was empty. The water was running, but there was no sign of Lydia.

Mom turned off the water as I glanced around the room to see if anything was out of the ordinary. I suddenly felt something grab a hold of my arm. I turned to Stiles, but he wasn't looking at me. No, he was looking fearfully at the open window in the bathroom.

Dread filled me from head to toe. Lydia was out there, but we didn't know exactly where. And just when we thought everything was slowly getting back to normal. Well, normal for us. Bam, Lydia disappears! I glanced at Stiles and my heart broke at the look on his face. I reached for his hand and squeezed it.

At that moment, the only thought floating through my head was: Why the hell was there a random, big ass window in the bathroom anyways?

-X-

So after all that, Mom called Padre Stilinski and his clique. Stiles and I called Scott, who had actually heard Lydia's scream from Allison's house. Gee, I wonder what he was doing there. Or better yet, what they were doing? Those horny little bitches.

Anyways, moving on. After talking on the phone with twin, we had come up with a plan to find Lydia. Stiles would go back in and swipe her hospital gown, so that Scott could get her scent. As Stiles went in, Scott and I waited in the Jeep.

"I can't believe she just took off," Scott said as he watched the door for Stiles and occasionally glanced to the forest.

I shook my head, "I can. I mean whatever happened in that bathroom, whatever she saw…she sounded really scared. Hell, it scared me." Scott looked at me and patted me, "We'll find her."

"You sure you can track her?" I asked him curiously.

He nodded reassuringly. "Yeah, her hospital gown will have her scent all over it, so it'll be easy for me to track. I just hope we find her fast before anything happens."

I nodded and we stayed quiet until I thought of something. I turned to him and questioned, "So what does Lydia smell like?"

He blinked and looked at me. "Huh?"

"I said what does Lydia smell like? Geez, I know you're slow but come one," I replied with a teasing grin.

He rolled his eyes, but thought about it. "I don't know. I can't really pin one exact thing. Right now, she'll probably smell like blood from her bite. Usually, she kind of smells sweet I guess."

"Oh," I said. "That's weird."

He nodded, "Yeah, it's hard to explain. I'll try your scent. You kind of smell like," He sniffed the air and closed his eyes. He reopened them and frowned, "You smell like me."

"You?" I repeated. We are twins. Geez, Scott!

He shook his head and sniffed again, "No, I mean you smell like a werewolf."

Derek.

Oh shit. Okay just be cool. Play it off. "I'm not a werewolf or anything!" I practically shouted hysterically at him. Oh yeah, I was as cool as a cucumber.

He gave me a weird look. "I know you're not, Em. It's just you smell like…I know this scent, but I just can't place my finger on it. I've smelt it before."

I continued to play it cool as I laughed loudly, "Oh well, I guess this is just like the Tootsie Pops commercial! What is Emily's scent? The world may never know! Hehehe…"

With furrowed eyebrows, he opened his mouth, but was cut off as the bell rang. And by bell I mean Stiles. You picking up on what I'm throwing down? No? I was saved by the bell. Yes, I know I'm hilarious.

We both turned to face him as he handed Scott Lydia's gown. Scott looked at it and asked, "This is the one she was just wearing?"

Stiles nodded sullenly.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt her. Not again," Scott told him supportively.

Stiles sighed, "Alright, just shove the thing in your face-," OH MY GOD THE THOUGHTS THAT OCCUR IN MY MIND, "-and let's find her."

Scott did just that as Stiles started up the Jeep. When his car lights turned on, someone was right there. "Wow!" Stiles said as he saw Allison in front of his car. I jumped at her appearance. What? She came out of nowhere.

She approached the passenger's side and Scott stuck his head out. "What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Oh relax, Romeo. You ain't all that.

"I don't care," Allison responded. "She is my best friend and we need to find her before they do." See? Juliet knows her shit.

"I can find her before the cops can," Scott told her.

Allison countered back, "How about before my father does?" And Daddy Argent strikes back.

"He knows?" Stiles spoke up.

"Yeah," She confirmed, "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party," Scott said as he looked to Stiles and I.

"It's more like a hunting party," Allison corrected.

Scott wasted no time as he threw open the door. "Get in." Ally got in and I moved over, so she would be able to sit with me. Stiles quickly pulled out and hightailed out of there. Let's just say it was a good thing most of the cops weren't patrolling or we definitely would've been pulled over.

"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles asked anxiously.

Poor kid. He was really worried about her. Why did that remind me of Derek and I? Was this the way I was when he was gone? No. I was a second from going insane. Stiles is taking this much better than me. But then again, I originally thought Derek was dead.

Ally pushed herself forward and answered, "I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.'"

"What others?" Stiles questioned.

"I don't know, they won't tell me that either," Allison replied, moving her hand a lot.

Stiles finally stated, "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on."

"Seriously, do they tell you anything at all?" I asked her.

She looked at me and said, "Not when it involves the chance of me telling you guys."

I relented, "Your dad's not stupid." Just a douche.

"Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles shouted to twin, whose upper body was out the window.

He sniffed a bit like he had done earlier and shouted back, "Take the next right!"

I was not expecting such a sharp turn. What did he think he was fast and furious all of a sudden? I fell into Ally, who in turn fell to the side. "Oof! Sorry Allison." She nodded at me, "It's okay."

Once the turn was completed, I shot up and glared at Stiles. "Dude! It's not like you were about to miss the turn. You had just enough time to put your blinker, which you didn't, and turn calmly. No one was behind us. We were good. What you did, sir, was unnecessary."

"This is not just a regular drive," Stiles retorted. "We're trying to find Lydia!"

"Yeah well first you have to get us there alive!"

Stiles opened and closed his mouth for a moment before conceding, "Touché."

That's right, bitch. Give me my props!

After a few more minutes of driving (safely, may I add), we finally made it to wherever twin's nose led us. Stiles parked the car and we all climbed out. We were somewhere inside the forest.

I looked to Scott and asked, "So where's Timmy at, Lassie?"

Scott rolled his eyes, but gestured forward. "It's just up ahead." He sniffed the air again. "Yeah, this is where her scent leads to."

"What are we waiting for? An invitation?" Stiles said as he began to move. "Let's go."

We all followed him until we reached a familiar house. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would Lydia come to Derek's old house? Scott said she hadn't turned. Did this mean she was turning? But still, why would she come here of all places? She'd never been here before.

Stiles had similar thoughts. "She came here? You sure?"

Scott answered, "Yeah, this is where the scent leads."

We all looked at each other before slowly walking forward. Stiles stopped short and turned to us, "All right, but has Lydia ever been here?"

"Not with me," Allison answered.

"So what?" I asked. "She just tracked this place down?"

Stiles threw his hands at his sides and began walking once more. I followed him and looked around. I shuddered inwardly. This place gave me the creeps, especially at night. I looked towards the porch and winced. The last time I was here, Peter brought me. Hesitantly, I looked to the spot where his body had burned. Where he died. Unconsciously, I touched the back of my arm where the scar still was.

I let out a breath and shook my head. I needed to focus on finding Lydia. I don't have any reason to be scared. He's dead. We find Lydia. We go home and everything will be fine.

"Ooh, hey, look at this."

I turned to Stiles as he spoke. He was crouched down and was looking at something. I moved closer and saw it was like wire of some sort. Allison came closer to see better as Stiles continued, "You see this? I think it's a trip wire."

"Ooh, pull it, pull it, pull it." I said with excitement as I wriggled.

Allison chuckled at me.

Stiles shrugged and pulled.

It went off with a snap. But that was it. Nothing else. "Well that was lame."

"Stiles," Scott called from behind us. He hadn't come to look at the tripwire.

As I stood up, I told Scott, "Don't worry, twin. You didn't miss anything exciting." Then I looked at him and burst out laughing.

"Yeah buddy?" Stiles said at the same time Allison asked me, "What's so funny, Emily?" Once they saw Scott, they realized why I was laughing and why Scott had called. "Oh." He was hanging from his ankle and swaying around. He got caught by the tripwire Stiles pulled. Oh my goodness! Woo!

"Next time you see a tripwire," Scott threw out his hands, which only made me laugh harder because upside down, "Don't trip it." Allison held in her laughter, but didn't bother to hide the smile.

Stiles took his advice, "Yeah, noted."

I took a deep breath and bent over to put my hands on my knees. "That was such a good laugh. Thanks twin. That made my day."

"Glad to be of service," He said sardonically. We all made to help him down when he froze and abruptly spoke, " Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." It was our turn to freeze. "Someone's coming. Hide." Oh fuck, now I'm scared again.

We all looked around as if something was going to come hurdling at us. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if something did with what's been going on lately. All this supernatural shit. We all jumped when Scott suddenly urged, "Go!"

This time we did not hesitate. Stiles quickly grabbed my arm and Ally's and we all moved away from where twin was hanging. Okay, don't laugh. Don't laugh. Laugh later when we survive this.

We all hid behind a tree and caught out breath from running. Once our breathing was much more calm, we glanced to where three figures could be seen moving towards Scott. I held my breath and gripped the tree hard, pleading that they wouldn't hurt twin. All three of us gulped inaudibly as the main figure came into the light.

I let out a breath of relief and my shoulders fell considerably. It was Daddy Argent. He wouldn't hurt Scott because he wasn't with Ally anymore. Well at least he didn't know they were still together.

I watched as he crouched down to Scott's face and began to talk.

"What do you think they're talking about?" I asked Allison.

She looked at the scene before turning to me, "I have no idea."

I hit my forehead in scolding, "Of course I forgot. You and your family don't know how to talk to each other."

Allison deadpanned while Stiles snorted.

"Look," I pointed out as Daddy Argent stood. "They're going."

"Let's get Scott," Stiles said as we made our way to where twin was hanging out. Pft, hanging out.

We hustled to him and Allison asked, "You okay?"

Scott let out a breath as he replied evenly, "It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad."

"The usual," I said with shrug.

He shot me a grin.

"Guys, help me this," Allison said as she noticed a latch of some sort on a tree. Just as we approached it, I was thinking of a way to snap it. How sharp were Stiles' teeth? The thought barely went through my mind when it snapped. We looked back at Scott in astonishment.

"Thanks," He said as he landed. Standing up straight, he finished, "But I think I got it."

"Yeah." Stiles.

"Uhh!" Allison.

"No really?" Yours truly.

Scott let out a light laugh and began to walk up to the house. When he realized we were still standing there, he turned around and asked us, "Comin'?" Without an answer from us, he continued on his merry way.

"Okay, how rude was that? We didn't even answer. He just goes around assuming," I looked to them only to see the two scurrying to catch up with Scott, "things." I huffed loudly and followed them up to the house. "No, no, you guys go on. That's cool. Really cool. I like being left behind."

Behind. You know whose behind? I bet you think I made a grammar mistake, but I didn't. Does anyone smell me? Anyone feel me? Anyone picking up what I'm throwing down? That's right. I meant to put whose behind because I meant Derek's behind. You should know this.

I'm tired and delirious, leave me be.

A/N: Alright guys, I'm back. Season 2 is a go. Tell me what you all thought about this because I'm really iffy on the whole thing. Was the Emily/Derek scene okay? What about the rest? Honestly, this felt like a filler chapter. I just really can't wait until I get more into the season and then Season 3! I'm getting way ahead of myself, but whatevs I'm just excited. I want to know how you guys felt so let me know. Thanksss.

Serious shit: What would you guys think if I made a blog on Tumblr for this story and Emily? You could ask questions on there or get previews of a chapter. Yes or no? And I know I've asked you this before but if you could tell me who you see Emily as, that would be great. I wanted to choose one specific girl unless you want it to remain open. But throw some ideas at me. Review and let me know~

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