Fur, Fangs and Forbidden Feelings

by Sexualtensiongrowing

Summary:

Archer McCall was the fraternal twin sister of Scott McCall, a typical high school student living in the small town of Beacon Hills. She would do anything for her friends and family.

She had known Stiles since they were kids, and they had always been close. But as they grew older, Archer's feelings for him had only grown stronger. However, she was too shy to ever confess her feelings, and she was afraid of losing their friendship.

One night, everything changed for Archer and her brother when Scott was bitten by a werewolf after going out to look for half a dead body in the woods with him and Stiles. Suddenly, the supernatural world was thrust upon them, and Archer had to quickly learn how to navigate it.

Notes:

This story is mostly because I cannot find a Stiles FanFic that I love so I decided to make my own. If you like it and want to read it as well that’s awesome!

This story will have alternating POVs and I’ll make sure to post whose pov is when at the beginning.

I have no current schedule as to when I will post at the moment but I will post as often as I can. Maybe multiple times a week, maybe once.

I would love a beta if anyone has the time. But if not that’s fine too! Though, there might be some errors along the way.

*I do not own any characters or plots from this story other than Archer Mccall.*

Chapter 1: Wolf Moon

Archer POV:

 

         I have been sitting in Scott's room for the last hour watching him untie and retie his lacrosse stick, listening to his plans for sophomore year. Be first line for lacrosse, get a girlfriend and be popular. Quite the cliche, but what can you do? Stiles and I have been helping him practice all summer, and he has gotten better... Not great. But definitely better. If it wasn't for his asthma he would be a shoe in for the first line but unfortunately we both have asthma. I have never been big on sports so it doesn't affect my goals for sophomore year as it does him. Which by the way, consist of passing all classes and adding AP English to my schedule for Junior year.

While pretending to listen but actually reading my book on his bed, we hear a loud thump coming from outside. "What was that?" Scott whispers while dropping his lacrosse stick beside me and getting up to go downstairs to check it out. He grabs the bat mom keeps by the front door and goes outside. Following him, I hide behind him as we make our way outside and around the porch. While he is looking around with the bat in the air ready to strike I spot a familiar Jeep parked in the driveway. 

I grin as we continue to make our way around the porch and we see a pair of legs dangling from the roof. Already knowing this isn't going to end well I step back a bit and watch with a smile. Both Scott and Stiles let out ear piercing screams while Scott almost hits Stiles, causing him to slip and fall to the ground. 

"Oh god, are you okay?" I run to Stiles and help him up trying to hide my giggles. He starts brushing off some dirt from his zip up and mumbles a thank you. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" My brother says while resting the bat down. Stiles looks to me, to Scott and then to the bat in his hand. "Neither of you were answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" He says with wide eyes. "Mine is dead and I was in Scott's room. We thought you were a predator!" I say while throwing my arms out to the side. Stiles looks confused and scoffs, crossing his arms over each other while changing to subject. 

"Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. They are bringing in every available officer from the Beacon Department and even the state police." Looking at Stiles slightly intrigued  I encourage him to continue. Stiles looks as though he cannot hold in his excitement while continuing "Two joggers found a dead body." He says, smiling wide. A look of confusion is displayed across mine and my twin's face as we look at eachother.

Scott looks at stiles "A dead body?" my twin reiterates, I snicker at his obliviousness while Stiles leans against the pole on the porch with a sarcastic look on his face. "No a body of water. YES a dead body, dumbass." He says, rolling his eyes causing me to laugh. Looking at Stiles I asked him "You mean, like they were murdered?" "Nobody knows yet. They just know that it's a girl in her twenties." Stiles' smile is reaching across his face looking way too excited about his next sentence. "The best part? They only found half!" He says while doing a little jump and claps with his hands. I look at my twin who has a skeptical look on his face. Stiles links his arms in our "We are going McCall twins." and starts walking us towards his Jeep, ignoring our protests. 

After climbing in the back of the jeep and driving to the Preserve Stiles and Scott get out, letting me out of the Jeep. “How come you always get to sit in the front?” I pout as I jump to the ground. “Because, I am Stiles' best friend… And I'm older” My twin reasons. “By two minutes.” I mumble kicking at the dirt. Stiles grabs a flash light from the back and then something from the glove box before we start to walk into the woods, with Scott and I following behind. About 10 minutes into our walk I start to get chilly as I am only in my black yoga pants, a short sleeve Beacon Hills t-shirt I stole from Scott. "Ar wear this" Stiles says while starting to take off his zip up and wraps it around my arms. I am immediately engulfed in his scent. It's still warm from his body heat. I blush and mumble a small thank you while zipping it up. He smiles my way before turning around and continuing forward. 

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott says from behind us. "You two are the ones who are always bitching about nothing ever happening in this town." Stiles responds while flashing his light around us looking into the woods. "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott wines. Stiles mouth turns up into a half smirk (which I love) "Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." I snorted and slapped his arm, causing him to fake offense "Be nice." I laugh. "No, because I am playing this year. In fact, I am making the first line. You are Ar and have been helping me all summer. I have gotten really good!" Scott replies defensively."Hey that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream. Even if it is a pathetically unrealistic one. Maybe I will finally ask out my dream girl!" Stiles chuckles. A ping of hurt goes through my chest thinking about his MASSIVE crush on Lydia. 

Ignoring his comment, I change the subject. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Stiles looks at me sheepishly. "Huh, I didn't think of that." Scott looks at him in disbelief "and uh... What if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Stiles looks a little embarrassed "That is also something I didn't think about..." He looks around in thought that makes eye contact with me "But don't worry I'll make sure Ar is safe." He says while putting his arm around my shoulders, heat builds within my chest. "It's conforming to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail as always." Scott snides from behind us while struggling to keep up. I can hear him start to wheeze. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." He says while leaning against a tree at the bottom of the small hill me and Stiles just climbed. "Ar has asthma too and she didn't need to slow down." Stiles states from beside me. My asthma has never been as severe as Scott's, but even I am starting to struggle a little.

While Scott is using his inhaler Stiles sees lights up ahead and starts to pull me along with him. I can hear my brother whisper and yell for us to slow down but Stiles pulls us forward and then pulls me to the ground with him. He is lying with half his body pressed up against mine and my heart is beating a million miles an hour (thankfully he can't hear it). My asthma is finally catching up to me. I start wheezing as a K9 dog runs up to use and starts barking. Stiles hears me wheezing and quickly checks the hem of my yoga pants where I keep my inhaler when I don't have pockets and grabs it holding it up to my mouth for me. "Hang on, Hang on" Sheriff Stilinski says flashing his light over at us "These two delinquents belong to me." He sighs. 

"Hey dad." Stiles gives a wave trying to play it cool while still holding the inhaler for me. I give a small wave. 

Frustration is clear on Sheriff Stilinski face "Stiles do you listen in on my phone calls and drag Archer out here? How long have you been out here? She's having an asthma attack for pete's sake." Stiles gives a little laugh while looking at me. I am still taking deep breaths but it's getting better. "No uh... Not the boring ones... And Ar is fine. Right?" He says, looking at me. I give a sheepish grin and a thumbs up. Sheriff Stilinski looks at me as if he doesn't believe me and then flashes his light around in the woods behind and around us. "Where's the third person to your usual troublesome trio?" "Who Scott?" I ask looking over to Stiles to help me out. I have never been good at lying. It stresses me out too much. "He's at home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow, isn't that right Ar?" Stiles looks to me staying *play along*. I nod my head agreeing not trusting myself to speak up.

"Scott you there? Scott!" Sheriff Stilinski yells.

 After Scott doesn't magically materialize in front of him, he looks between both of us before a slight smirk plays at his lips. My cheeks heat up immediately understanding where his mind is. "So it's just you two... In the woods... Alone?" 

"Uh... I Uh..." I stumble over my words, a clear sign of embarrassment on my face. Stiles puts his arms around me again and pulls me closer "Yep just the two of us alone in the woods." Stiles is clearly oblivious to his fathers implications. 

"Well young man.. And lady. I don't think you two should be out here so late and on a school night. I'm gonna walk you to back to your Jeep... And when I get home you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." Sheriff Stilinski says getting in between the two of us and pulling us in the direction of where the Jeep is parked. I look back and don't see Scott, hopefully he is okay. 

Once we make it back to the Jeep I climb into the passenger side door as Sheriff Stilinski pulls Stiles aside. I try not to eavesdrop but I heard my name come from Sheriff Stilinski.

'... has asthma, what were you thinking of making her hike through the woods? What if she had an attack and DIDN'T have her inhaler?"  Stiles looks ashamed and is blushing a little. He pulls something out of his jean pockets that I can't see and shows his dad. "I keep an extra in the Jeep. If she is with me, I grab it out before we leave." He whispers so quietly I barely heard him. His dad just looks at him and pats his shoulder. "Get her home. You both have school tomorrow." Stiles nods while his dad walks away getting into the driver seat. "What about Scott?" I ask, playing with the string to his zip up he lets me wear, slightly flushed from hearing that he keeps an extra inhaler just for me in the Jeep. 

Pulling out his phone he shows me a text from Scott saying he is almost home and will meet me there. I nod while Stiles starts to drive us back to my house. 

Pulling into my driveway I start to get out but stop myself. Looking a little shy I sneak a look at Stiles and see that he is already looking at me. I clear my throat. "I just wanted to say..." I swallow. My heart rate is picking up. "Don't be scared to ask her out. She should be so lucky, you're a great guy Mieczyslaw'' I lean over and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for taking me home. I'll see you tomorrow morning right, I really don't not want to ride my bike." A blush forms on his face and he hesitates before clearing his throat. "Uh yes. Of course I'll be here. See you tomorrow Archer." He winks while I shut the door and head inside. I know he hates when people use his first name, and he knows I hate when people use mine. Only allowing it for close family and friends. I walk up the stairs and crack Scotts bedroom door, to see that he's already in bed. Shutting his door quietly I make my way across the hall to my room, take off my yoga pants and crawl into bed in Stiles zip up, falling asleep to the smell of him.

 

        The next morning I get dressed for school in my white baby doll dress, brown leather jacket and brown booties. "Ar, Stiles is here hurry up!" Scott yells from down stairs. Throwing half my hair up in a bun leaving the rest down I grab my bag and run down the stairs. Stiles looks good as always even with his buzz cut he got this summer. Once we are at school we hop out and walk towards the school. 

"Alright, let's see this thing." Stiles states pointing to Scott's side. "See what?" I ask, looking confused. Scott lifts his shirt up to reveal a nasty bite on his side. "Holy Shit! What happened" I say while Stiles says "Whoa!" Stiles goes to poke Scotts side and I grab his wrist stopping his movements while Scott flinches away. I chastise him giving him a *What are you doing?* look.

"It was too dark out to see much, but I am pretty damn sure it was a wolf." Me and Stiles look at each other in disbelief. "No." I say. "What Ar, said. No way. Not a chance." Scott looks at us annoyed. "What do you mean 'No' It was a wolf! How would you know what I heard? You both left me!" I look sheepish. Feeling bad that we left him behind. "California doesn't have wolves, Scotty." I say gently putting my hand on his arm. "Yeah, not in like sixty years," Stiles adds. 

Scott continued to walk into the school "Okay well then if you don't believe me about the wolf you definitely won't believe me when I tell you I found the other half of the body." Stiles and I grab on to Scott, stopping his movement through the school. "No way!" I say slapping his arm. "You— are you kidding me?" Stiles asks practically jumping with joy. "No, man.. I wish I were. I am going to have nightmares for weeks." 

"Oh man! That's freaking awesome!" Scotts face seems to think otherwise while Stiles continues "That's the best thing that has happened since..." Stiles looks off behind me, when I turn around I see Lydia. I smile and give her a wave and look back to Stiles to see him staring at her. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin! Lydia You look... Like you're going to ignore me..." I roll my eyes and keep walking. Stiles has been in love with Lydia for years. I have been friends with her since I told her that her dress was pretty on the first day of fourth grade, since then we have been best friends. "Hey Lydia wait up!" I say speed walking to her. I can have vaguely hear Stiles behind me "This is because of you, you know. Dragging me down to you nerd depths. I've been scarlet nerded by you! Even Ar is popular. Maybe I should just hangout with her more." 

Me and Lydia walk into class and sit next to each other, while Stiles and Scott come in a few minutes later. Stiles takes the desk next to me and Scotts sits behind us. "As I am sure you all know, There was a body found in the woods last night" Mr Curtis says to the class. I look towards Stiles and he gives me a wink, a blush immediately grows on my face. Mr. Curtis continues "And I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody which means you can give me your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining the semester." I pull out a pen and start writing important dates in my planner. 

The vice principal and a pretty girl walks into the class "Class.This is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Allison give a sheepish smile and starts walking to the open seat behind Scott. I give her a small smile as she walks by me which she returns. I hear Scott rummaging through his bag and I look back to see he is handing her a pen.. Weird I didn't hear her ask for one. After class I follow Scott and Stiles to our lockers. Harley walks up to us looking towards Lydia, Jackson and Allison from across the hall "Can someone tell me how the new girl is here all of a five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" I shut my locker "I am friends with Lydia too." Stiles looks at me then to Lydia and Allison "Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together." I look to Stiles "Does that mean you think I am hot Stiles?" I say with a smirk. His cheeks grow flush and stumbles over his words while looking between me and my twin who has a smirk on his face. "I uh.. I mean.. I didn't mean... But you are..." I laugh and walk off towards Lydia. 

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia says while wrapped around Jackson. "Archer, you're going to come, yeah?" She says, looking at me. "Oh, I uh. I don't know. I had plans with Stiles and Scott." "What is 'Stiles'"? Lydia asks completely oblivious to my brother and I's best friend. Allison politely declines saying she has family night on Friday. Jackson continues to try to talk her into going saying that everyone is going after the scrimmage and explaining to her that lacrosse is more important here at Beacon Hills than football. I can see Scott staring at her from their lockers while Stiles seems to be talking to him about something that he isn't paying attention to. Bringing my attention back to the group I speak up "Would you like to come with me and Lydia and watch the boys practice. It's lots of fun and Lydia and I usually do homework or gossip the whole time." I say smiling. "Yes! Sounds like a plan!" Lydia says, grabbing Allisons arm and drags her towards the field. Allison can't seem to keep her stare off my brother either… Interesting. 

Lydia and Allison make their way up to the bleachers and I start to walk over to my brother and Stiles. "But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really gonna do that to your best friend." I sneak up behind Stiles and put my hand on both of his shoulders making him cry out in fear. "You'll always have me Stiles' ' I say sweetly after successfully scaring him. "Yeah, Yeah." He says after moving his hands in a shooting motion. I plop down on the bench next to him while Scott continues to talk about how he needs to make the first line. After they start practicing I make my way back up to the bleachers and sit next to Lydia and Allison. "Who is that?" Allison asks after my brother makes a surprisingly good play. Maybe he did get better this summer. "Him? I'm not sure." Lydia says. I roll my eyes. "Thats Scott. My twin." I tell the brunette girl who can't keep from drooling over him. "He’s single." I say, raising my eyebrows at her, making her blush. "He's pretty cute," She says, smiling over at him. Oh yeah. I am definitely the best sister/wingwoman ever. “Here” I say, handing her a piece of paper with his number one on it. 

 

After practice Stiles drags us back out to the Preserve. Walking around in a white dress in the woods isn't ideal but I can never say no to Stiles. They are talking about today's practice while I am not so discreetly checking out Stiles from behind. "I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear and smell things." 

I look over at my brother confused. "Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asks, grabbing my hand to help me over a stump. "Like that gross mint mojito gum that Ar loves in your pocket." Stiles looks at me then back at Scott like he is crazy. I stick my hand into Stiles' jacket pocket and pull out the gum. I happily take the come and toss it in my mouth while Stiles looks embarrassed. Scott tilts his head at us as if to say *I told you so* and continues walking. 

"So this all started with a bite?" Stiles questions walking alongside me. "What if it's like an infection?" I say looking at my brother. "Yeah, Like my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something." He looks at us worriedly. Stiles has a smirk playing on his lips. "You know what. I think I have heard of this.. It's like a specific kind of infection you only get from wolves." Knowing exactly where Stiles is going with this, I try to cover my smile with my hand. "Are you serious?" Scotts says looking terrified. "Yeah, but it's the worse once a month." Scott looks at me wide eyed. "Eww. Not what he means Scotty." I say rolling my eyes at my brother. 

"On the night of a full moon..." Stiles then proceeds to howl like a wolf and Scott pushes him. I start giggling, no longer able to hold it in. "Hey you're the one who said you heard a wolf howling." I state. "Guys there could be something seriously wrong with me!" He yells. "We know! You're turning into a werewolf. Rwar!!!" Stiles puts his hands up like claws. Scott, clearly annoyed with our jokes, ignores us and looks around on the ground.

"This is the spot! I know it is. I could have sworn.. I saw the body and then the deer... Then I dropped my inhaler." He starts getting frustrated digging around in the dirt. "What if the killer took it!" Stiles asks. Scott is still searching around the ground and mumbles "I hope not, those things are like eighty bucks. I can't use Ar's forever." Stiles grabs me by the waist and pulls me protectively behind him, when a man in his early twenties shouts at us. "What are you doing here?". He's tall, tan and very handsome. He speaks up again when we don't respond "This is private property." Stiles finally speaks up "Uh, sorry man. We didn't know." Stiles tightens his grip around my waist while backing us up. "Uh yeah.. We were looking for something but uh... Forget it." Scott says back up with us. Then all of a sudden Scotts inhaler is tossed to him from the man. His stare never leaves Scott as we all back away and head back to the Jeep. 

 Sitting in the back of the Jeep Stiles speaks up "Dude! That was Derek Hale!" He smacks his steering wheel. Scott looks blankly at me and Stiles "Who?" I lean up in between them from the back seat "You remember, Derek Hale! His whole family died in a house fire a few years ago. He was the only survivor." Stiles hums. Scott seems lost in thought as he changes the subject. "Hey, can you take Ar home? I have to be at the animal clinic in 10 minutes." Stiles looks back at me with a smile. "Uh yeah, of course."

 

After we drop Scott off and we make it back to our house I turn to Stiles "Hey. Do you wanna come inside and work on some homework with me?" I smile while grabbing my bag from the back seat. "Oh I can't. I promised my dad that I would help him organize down at the station." He looks a bit sad when he says this. "That's okay. Next time. I'll see you tomorrow, Stiles." I give a sad smile while shutting the door to this Jeep and walking up the steps. When I get up to my room and change into some shorts and his hoodie I left on the bed I look out the window and see that he's still sitting there. I tap on the window and wave. He looks up a little embarrassed and then start to back out to leave.  Maybe one of my goals should be to tell Stiles how I feel about him..

Archer POV:

 

After school Stiles and I run to find Scott before he gets on the field. "Scotty! Hey Scotty wait up!" We finally caught up to him "What, I am playing the first elimination. Can't it wait?" Stiles grabs him by the shoulders before he can run back to the field. "Just hold on okay. I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!" Scott grabs his helmet and stick and starts running on the field "Stiles, Ar I gotta go." I try to get his attention "Scotty! Wait, you will never believe what kind of animal it was!" Stiles looks over at the field in defeat as Scott is too preoccupied with the field. "It was a wolf..." 

I sit with Stiles on the bench while we watch Scott do some crazy jumps to avoid getting hit and at one point literally jump over Jackson. Me and Stiles look concerned. We practiced a lot this summer but we never practiced anything like that... After practice Stiles drags me to his house to show me all his research that he has done on lycanthropy. A couple hours later when Scott is off his shift at the animal clinic he knocks at Stiles door and Stiles begins to show him all the research he has done. 

 

"How much Adderall have you had today?" My brother asks as Stiles is practically jumping around the room. "A lot" I say from my spot on Stiles' bed. Stiles starts frantically shaking his head. "Doesn't matter, okay, just listen. Remember the joke from the other day?" I look at Stiles with a nervous expression. Scott is not going to take this well. Stiles continues when Scott nods his head slowly. "Well, not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading." Stiles comes to sit next to me on the bed "Do you even know why a wolf howls?" 

Scott looking more confused, I try to help. "It's a signal. When a wolf is alone they howl to signal their location to the rest of their pack." "So if you heard a wolf howling..." Stiles cuts himself off waiting for Scott to connect the dots... Which he doesn't. "That means there could be others nearby! Maybe a whole pack!" Scott looks completely lost and says "A pack of wolves?" Stiles scoffs "No Scott. Werewolves!" 

Scott looks dumbfounded "Are— Are you seriously wasting my time with this? I'm supposed to be picking Allison up in an hour." Scott starts making his way out the door, but Stiles beats him to it standing in front of him. "We saw you on the field today Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing, alright." I move off the bed to stand next to Stiles blocking the door. "It was impossible, Scotty. You have severe asthma.. Always have and then just all of a sudden it's gone?" "You didn't just make a good shot Scott, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? You know that people don't just change overnight." Stiles adds.

"I can't deal with this right now, dude. I have a date. I will talk to you two tomorrow." Stiles and I become more panicked "Tomorrow? No Scott the full moon is tonight." "Yeah.. I don't think it's safe to be around anyone.. Even if it's not true for our sane mind." Scott starts to stutter, he can't believe what we are saying to him.. I can't blame him, it does sound crazy. "What are you trying to do? I just made the first line. I have a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you two trying to ruin that?" I look at Scott with a solemn expression.. "It's not just about the full moon. It says here the moon will cause you to physical change" I start "and when you blood lust will be at its peak." Stiles finishes for me. 

Scott looks at us in bewilderment "bloodlust?" Stiles looks a little sheepish. "Yeah, your urge to kill." I can tell Scott is getting angrier so I move to stand a little more in front of Stiles. "The book says the change can be caused by anger or anything else that raises your heart rate. I have never seen anything raise your heart rate like Allison does." Stiles moves to grab Scotts backpack. "What are you doing Stiles?" Scott asks, trying to get the bag back from him. Stiles successfully finds Scott's phone and starts going through it "I am calling Allison to let her know the date is canceled."  I can see Scott start to charge at Stiles so I try to intervene, but Scott pushes me out of the way and falls to the floor. I hit my head on the side of Stiles nightstand. Stiles drops the phone and runs over to me, dropping to the floor and cradling my head in his hands looking at the small cut that started to bleed. "I.. Archer... I— I'm so sorry— I gotta go." Scott quickly grabs his bag and phone and runs downstairs. 

My head is pounding and I can feel blood start trickling down from my forehead. "Ar, are you okay?" Stiles asked while helping me sit up leaning on the side of the bed. He holds my face in his hands while looking at the cut. It's small and on the corner of my eyebrow. His mouth is inches from mine. My breath hitches and my heart starts beating fast. I can barely let out a whisper "I— I'm fine Stiles." He looks back at my eyes and then I swear I see his eyes drop to my lips but then he quickly stands up and leaves the room. A second later he comes back with a wet washcloth and starts cleaning the wound. 

"I need to go to that party and keep an eye on Scott." He says slowly. "I can drop you off at your house before I go." I look at him confused and gently pull his hands from my face. "With all due respect Stilinski, He is my brother. I am coming with you." He tries to protest, but I interrupt him. "And I was actually invited to the party... We can just tell people you are my date." He visibly bushes "I uh.. A date? With— me? You- wanna tell people you're on a date with me." I smile. "I would love to go on a date Stiles." He stands up to grab a coat. "Just a pretend date?" My smile falls a little. Of course he wouldn't want to go on a real date with me. I'm just Scott's sister to him. "Oh— of course. Pretend." I stand up and we make our way to the Jeep. 

 

          We pull up down the street from Lydia's and step out of the Jeep. "Hold on one second Stiles." I say. My outfit I wore to school is cute but not for a party. I take my cardigan off and let my hair down, running my fingers through it. Leaving me in my black shorts and white lace top. "Okay. Perfect let's go." I turn to look at him and he's just staring at me. "Stiles? Hello?" He seems to be having a stroke. I snap my fingers in his face a couple times and he seems to come to. "Uh- Yeah. You— perfect. I mean good. I— I mean I'm good. You look good too. —I'm just going to stop talking." I giggle and link my arm with his as we walk into the house. Immediately being hit with the smell of stale beer and sweat. It's very crowded which is why I never come to Lydia's parties. Crowds and small places give me anxiety. There are people dancing, taking shots and some couples who definitely seem like they need to find a room. "Do you see Scott anywhere?" I ask looking around as we make our way outside by the pool. "Uh, yeah over there." He points to where Allison and Scott are dancing. "He seems fine. Let's just hangout and keep an eye on him?" 

I grab his arm and lead him towards the group of people dancing. I grab his hands and place them on my waist and interlock my hands behind his neck. He's just tall enough to where I have to lean my head upwards to look at him. "Is this okay?" I say while looking at him. He looks shocked and a little awkward. Seeing as he's not moving, I start to pull away "I'm sorry I shouldn't—" he grabs my waist tighter pulling me flush against him. "No-- uh, It's okay." 

After about fifteen minutes of dancing with Stiles my cheeks are flushed and where his hands are, are burning my skin from their touch. He keeps his focus on Scott and Allison. “Ar look.” He lets go of me, and I immediately miss the warmth of his proximity. I see Scott start to run away from the house “Make sure Allisons okay.” he says before starting to chase after my twin. Walking around to find Allison I see her outside talking to Derek Hale. “Uh hey Allison '' I say interrupting the two. “Hey Ar. Have you seen your brother? He just ran off.” I look from Derek back to Allison “Oh yeah, He said he wasn't feeling good and asked me to tell you he was sorry.” Allison looks a little sad “Okay.. Well I was just going to go home.” I look back at Derek again confused why he is still standing here. “Me too, I can see if Jackson is able to take us home?” Derek clears his throat “Actually I was just offering Allison a ride. Would you like one too?” He says. Well if Allison is I should probably go with to make sure she's okay. “Uh yeah.. Okay.’ I say as we make our way to his car. 

 Once we watch Allison go inside and start driving to my house I turn to Derek. “What were you doing there?” I ask while sending a quick text to Stiles letting him know what's going on and to meet me at my house. Derek looks at me a little confused. “Keeping an eye on your brother. Good thing I did or you two would have had to walk home.” Furrowing my brows I ask “Why were you keeping an eye on him?” He lets out a sigh. “Cut the crap Archer. We both know he's a werewolf. It's a full moon and he doesn't have control. I was making sure he wasn't going to hurt anyone.” I am taken back a bit by his honesty “So are you a werewolf too? Were you the one that bit him?” He hesitates, “Yes I am, and no. I didn't.” Swallowing, I look back at him “Then who did?” “I don't know. But I want to help him learn control.” We turn down my street “How do you know where we live?” I am confused. “I told you. I want to help him.” he says after he pulls into the driveway. I move to leave the car but he grabs my wrist. “You need to be careful. He needs help. He needs to learn to control it.” He frees my wrist and nods my head at him before shutting the door and watching him drive off.. If he didnt turn Scott, who did? 

I'm still standing outside when Stiles shows up. He gets out of the car and pulls me into him. “I'm so sorry I left you. How'd you get home?” I smile as he pulls away from me and we start walking into the house. “It's fine. I uh… Got a ride with Allison.” He opens the door for me as we walk up stairs. “From who?” He eyes me curiously. “Well.. Uh.. Derek Hale..” he grabs my wrist and holds me in place. “Derek Hale.. Derek Hale gave you a ride home?” I go to answer him but we hear groaning from Scotts room. We walk over to it and I knock at the door. “Scotty?” I say but he doesn't answer. Stiles tries the food handle but it won't budge. “Scott it's us.” Then the door opens just a crack. “Let us in Scotty we can help” “No! Listen, you have to find Allison.” Scott grounds out. “What? No, she's fine. Ar was with her when she was dropped off. She saw her go inside.” I can hear Scott exhale “I think I know who it is… Who turned me” Stiles starts pushing on the door trying to open it. “Scott just let us in. We can--"" It's Derek. Derek Hale bit me.” I look at Stiles with wide eyes. “Scotty.. He's the one who gave me and Allison a ride home.” The door suddenly flings open but Scott is already gone. 

 

“No way is Harry Potter better than Star Wars! Come on. You’re crazy.” I giggle while leaning on Stiles' shoulder while we watch Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. “Harry Potter is superior to Star Wars because of the character stories. I mean you get to fully understand all the main characters. Not just a handful of them” I try to reason with him knowing it's a losing battle. “Ar if you say Harry Potter is better one more time-” I cut him off “You'll what Stilinski?” I give him smile that says *try me*. He has a mischievous smile on his face then he turns to me and starts tickling me before I can run away. “Stop! Stiles!” I say through my laughter. “Admit Star Wars is better and I'll stop.” Smiling he keeps going now on top of me. “Please” I get out in between laughs. My eyes are water from how much I'm laughing. After a minute of his relentless tickling I give up “Okay, Okay. Star Wars is superior.” He stopped his attack, still leaning over me. “You're damn right it is.” He leans down closer to my face and kisses me--

 “Ar, wake up. We found him” Stiles says gently, shaking me to wake me up. Looking tiredly around to realize that it was just a dream, I sadden slightly before I see my twin walking the side of the road holding his arm against him wearing only his jeans from the night before. I jumped into the back seat. We spent all night driving around the Preserve looking for Scott. I had fallen asleep around three hours into looking curled up in the passenger seat of the Jeep. Stiles hands Scott his jacket from next to me on the backseat. “You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott says looking out the window as we drive back to our house. “If you say ‘Allison’ I am going to punch you in the head.” I stifle a giggle in the back seat. Scott throws his head back “She probably hates me now.” I leaned in between the seats “I talked to her after you left and told her you weren't feeling good. She seems to understand.” “I doubt she hates you. But you better come up with a pretty amazing apology for ditching her. OR you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin werewolf.” Stiles' smile is joking as he looks towards my twin. “ I give him a look that says * bad idea * “Hey, you will get through this. If we have to, we will chain you up on full moon nights and feed you mice.” I smile sweetly at my brother who just rolls his eyes. “I had a boa once. I could do it.” I smile and point to Stiles. “See. Everything will be fine.”

Chapter 2: Second Chance at First Line

Stiles POV:

Over the weekend Scott had told me and Ar about Allison's dad being a hunter trying to kill him… Girlfriends father being a werewolf hunter is NOT great.. But manageable. At least he has a girlfriend. Scott is leaning against his locker with only half his gear on. “Did you apologize to Allison or…?” I saw while putting my pads on. Scott nods weakly “Uh yeah.” Looking at him with an exasperated expression “So, is she giving you a second chance?” I say slower waiting for his response. He nods his head.  “Yeah? That's great! So everythings good? Scott shakes his head weakly “no.” Frowning, I ask “No?” Scott goes into detail on how Allison's father is the hunter that shot him in the woods and that he has no idea if Allison knows he is a hunter or about werewolves in general. I can tell he is starting to panic so I tell him to try and focus on lacrosse. That seems to get him to calm down some as we finish getting ready and walk out onto the field. 

Archer is already sitting on the bench reading a book by the time we get out there. “Whatcha reading today?” I grab the book from her hands after dropping my stick on the ground. “Twilight? Really? I thought you were better than this.” I laugh. “And I thought it would be relevant.” She yanks the book out of my hands as she responds looking at Scott with a taunting smile. God her smile is beautiful. She is beautiful “Not funny” Scott grumbles. “Ignore him. He's having a teen love crisis.” When Coach calls for drills Scott and I run out to the field. 

Jackson has been trash talking Scott all practice, and I can tell it's starting to get to him. After twenty minutes they go head to head and Scott collides with Jackson, his shoulder slamming into Jackson's collarbone. Jackson lands on his back yelling in pain while holding his shoulder. Running over to Scott I see that his head is down and he's breathing heavily, when I get to him I see that his fangs are out and his eyes are glowing gold. Ar runs up to us asking if Scotts okay but he doesn't answer and just continues to breathe heavily. I throw my arm around him pulling him up with me “I can't control it. Stiles, it's happening.” He looks between us worriedly. “Shit! Right now?” Ar asks, going underneath Scotts other arm and helping me bring him to the locker room. 

Once we get to the locker room I push Scott towards the room and stand protectively in front of Ar, considering last time she was around an angry Scott she got hurt. Scott, now down on his knees, starts growling “Scotty are you okay?” Ar askes trying to get around me, but I quickly grab her upper arm holding her in place. “GET HER OUT OF HERE!” Scotts voice booms around us. I start pushing Ar out of the locker room but we trip and fall out of fear, Making us crawl to back away from Scott who is currently looking back at us slowly.  Werewolf Scott starts stalking us. I manage to get to us up on our feet and flings ourselves back behind a row of lockers, only for Scott to easily leap on top of them in a single bounce. Scott looks down at us from the top of the lockers as if he is trying to calculate our next move. Ar and I are still slowly backing towards the door. Once we are close enough I push her through doing a double take to see where Scott is. All of a sudden he drops from the ceiling landing a few feet in front of me. Before he can attack, Ar shouts my name and tosses the fire extinguisher at me, catching it and turning it on towards Werewolf Scott. This surprises and disorients Scott, who covers his face with his hands to try to avoid the spray. Once I stop, I take cover just outside the door to the locker room with Ar and wait to see what happens next, clutching the fire extinguisher tightly.

After a minute I sneak a look in the locker room and see Scott on the floor seemingly human. “Stiles… Ar…” Relaxing some, I allow myself and Ar to slowly walk closer to him. “What happened?” He says breathless. He's sitting on the bench with his head in his hands. Dropping the extinguisher on the ground, I throw my gloves down as well. “You tried to KILL us!” I say. Ar looks at me with a sad expression and moves to crouch down at eye level to Scott. She grabs his hands and he looks up at his sister. “It's like we told you Scotty.. It's the anger.. Your pulse is rising. It's a trigger for you.” I move to sit next to him. “But that's lacrosse… It's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed.” He says desperately. “Well it's going to be a lot more violent if you wolf out and end up killing someone.” I sigh looking at Ar then back to Scott. “You can't play Saturday.. You have to get out of the game.” “But, im first line--” Ar cuts him off putting her hands in his giving them a little squeeze. “It's too dangerous Scotty.”  

Archers POV:

I'm sitting on Scotts bed helping him with his math homework when mom knocks at his door and walks in. “Aww look at you two.” She squeals with excitement. I roll my eyes and roll over to sit up. “Why are you wearing your scrubs? I thought you had tonight off?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. “I picked up a late shift. But I am taking Saturday off to watch you play!” She states looking at Scotty. He starts to sit up” No mom, You can't--” he starts but she cuts him off “Oh no. I can and I will.” She scoffs looking at him. “It's just one shift. It's not going to break us… Well. Not completely.” Shrugging, she comes and sits at the end of the bed with us. “What's wrong with your eyes?” She says looking closer at him. I whip my head around but see no glowing eyes. Scott relaxes a bit at my slight head shake. “It's nothing… Just stressed.” Mom doesn't look completely convinced “That's all? Just stressed?” “Homework. I'm helping him with it.” I say picking up the notebook. “Huh, okay. It's not like you two are on drugs or anything, right?” Mom laughs awkwardly while me and my twin share looks of confusion “Uh…” I say while Scott askes “Right now?” She scoffs loudly “Right now ? What do you mean right now ? Have either of you ever taken drugs?” Scott and I share a look before I ask “Have you?” My twin looks at her with questioning eyes. Mom gapes at us. “You know what? Nevermind I don't wanna know. Get some sleep you two. 

I look at my brother. “I've never done drugs have you?” Scott looks around the room but won't meet my eyes. “Are you and Stiles doing drugs without me!?” I was offended. He laughs then flops back onto his bed while I pack up my book and notebook getting ready to go back to my room when his computer goes off. I hop up and answer it, seeing it from Stiles. Once the call connects he points a toy gun at the camera and I start giggling. He's such a dork.  Scott rolls his eyes ``What'd you find out?” “Well.. It's bad. Jackson has a separated shoulder.” I wince and can tell Scott feels guilty. “Because of me?” I snicker. “No. Because he's a tool.” Stiles nods in agreement. My twin ignores our jab “So is he gonna play?” “Well, they don't know. But, they are counting on YOU to play… “ Scott sighs and I put a hand on his shoulder trying to be comforting. 

Stiles' expression distracts me though. “Sitles, what is it?” his face is super close to the camera as if he is trying to zoom in on something behind us. All of a sudden his eyes turn huge and he looks scared. He starts to say something but the computer freezes. After a couple seconds a message comes through from Stiles. It says “It looks like--” Still confused Scott starts banging on his computer. Finally another message comes through “someone is behind you two.” I whip my head around, silenced with fear as Derek Hale stands in the room. Scott whispers “what” before Derek charges at him pulling him by the back of his hoodie and shoves him against the wall. I let out a yelp.

Derek growls angrily. “I saw you on the field!” Scott starts stammering, confused by the attack. “W-what?” Scotts breathing is getting faster. “You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me -- about all of us. Then it's not just the hunters after us. It's everyone .” Shaking I respond “T-they didn't see anything. Stiles and I got him into the locker room before anyone saw!” Derek shoves Scott against the wall one more time before walking over to me. “What happened to your eyebrow?” He asks, looking at me. I look down away from him as he looks over to Scott who holds a sorrowful expression at the thought of him hurting me. “They won't see anything. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday I will kill you myself.” With that Derek jumps out the window and disappears. 

Scott leans against the wall taking deep breaths. I slowly walk over and sit next to him. Turning his face towards me so that he's looking at me I say “I don't blame you, you know?” He slightly shakes his head. “I do. I hurt you Ar.. You're my best friend. My sister.. If I hurt you, how am I ever supposed to control it?” Leaning my head on the wall like him  “We will figure it out. I pinkie promise.” I stick out my pinkie for him to wrap him around. He gives me a sad smile “Thank you.” “Aways” I lean my head on his shoulder. 

I am putting away books into my locker when Scott comes up to me and leans on one of them. “How'd you talk with Coach go?” I ask shutting my locker. “He asked if I was gay.” Looking him up and down I ask “Are you?” My twin looks at me with wide eyes. “What?! No. I like Allison, remember?” I laugh “Yeah, yeah. I know. But you never know. You could be using her as a beard. Just know that I'm here for you.” I give him an evil smile and pat his shoulder. My phone vibrates and I look down and see a group text from our mom “ Got the night off! Coming to cheer you on with Archer! ” By the time I look up Allison is standing next to me looking at my brother. “Hey Ar, Hey Scott.” She smiles sweetly. “Hi! I say looking over to my brother whose smile just got wider than I have seen in a while. “Hey” Allison looks down at the phone in his hands “busy?” She asks. When Scott looks confused I point to the phone in his hands rolling my eyes. Allison giggles. “Oh no. No it's just our mom. She's nothing.” My eyebrows lift in surprise. “I mean it's nothing. Not she's nothing. She's our mom. I uh-- I'm never too busy for you.” Despite Scotts obvious anxiety Allison is smiling at him. “ I like the sound of that.” 

Giving him a wink I start to make my way towards my next class but Allison stops me “Wait, Ar! We are all going out after the game. Me, Lydia, Jackson, Scott you should come too! Oo and bring Stiles! Like a triple date.” My face turns red and I stutter “Oh-uh.” Scott interrupts me “Oh yes. Ar and Stiles. Perfect.” He says with an evil smile on his face. “Perfect. I have French but save me a seat at lunch.” Then she walks away. “What the hell Scott.” I say hitting his arm. “What? I know you like him.” My mouth hangs open as I blush “Don't deny it. You get all girly and awkward around him.” Well.. he's not wrong. “I do not…and you just told Allison you're playing stupid!” His face blanches.. “Shit…”

~~

After math Scott and I are at his locker when Stiles appears out of nowhere and grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him around the corner to the office. Once we stop I see Sheriff Stilinski with the principal. “Tell me what they are saying.” Stiles demands.  Scott looks intently at them “Can you hear them?” I ask as he rudely sushes me. “Curfew because of the body.” Stiles scoffs “Unbelievable. My dads out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just out. Doing whatever he wants.” I look to Stiles “Well we can't exactly tell you dad that Derek Hale killed her. Even though I still don't believe that.” “Hush you. You just think he's hot.” Stiles rolls his eyes. I shrug my shoulders. “You know what we can do?” Me and my twin look at him waiting for him to finish. “Find the other half of the body!” 

I'm in the shower after finishing my homework when I hear rapid knocking at the bathroom door. Getting out of the shower wrapped in my towel I opened the door expecting to see Scott “Listen, we agreed that when I'm in the shower you use moms bath--” I stop talking when I see that it's not my brother at the door but Stiles. “Oh hi. I didn't know you were here.” I move around further into my room and Stiles still hasn't moved but he is now covering his eyes. He doesn't look like he's breathing and his cheeks are rosy red. “Uh-I'm sorry. Yeah. I came-- I mean-- I'm here.” I try to hide my laugh behind my hand. “You’re-uh. You’re naked.” he says. “I'm not naked Stiles. I have a towel wrapped around myself. You've seen more of my skin than this.” I say walking to my closet to pull out some yoga pants and the hoodie I still have from him. Stiles has uncovered his eyes and is awkwardly standing by the door. “You need to actually leave the room for me to get dressed. Unless you want to watch me change.” I laugh as his eyes widen and he stutters. “I’m kidding, Stiles calm down.” “Uh-right. Ill just--” and with that he closes my door and leaves. I take a few deep breaths not knowing where that confidence came from.

Dressed and ready for whatever adventure Stiles has decided to take us on, I walk into Scotts room and see them waiting for me. “Okay.. What’s the plan?” Scott gets up and starts walking toward me to leave the room. “We have to go to the hospital. I smelled blood when I was at Dereks and wanted to see if it matches the half of the body they found.” I stare at him with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry what?” I look at Stiles but he won't make eye contact with me. “He thinks that we can nail Derek for murder and then we can help him control his inner wolf so he can play in the game.” Confused, I look at the lacrosse stick on his bed. “Uh huh. Okay then.. Let's go.” 

In the hospital Stiles points towards the sign that says Morgue “On it” Scott says before speeding walking down the hall. “Well just be here then.” I called out. “Good luck I guess” Stiles says while leading us to the lobby to sit in the chairs. “Look, it's Lydia. I'm going to say hi.” Of course. I roll my eyes while picking up a magazine and he walks over to her. Trying to ignore the pressure in my heart I tune out their conversation. A minute later Stiles comes back mumbling how she doesnt care and sits next to me. After trying to ignore Jackson and Lydia making out in the hospital lobby Scott comes back to tell us the scent was the same and that we are going to go unbury a body. 

~~

It's dark out by the time we get to the burned Hale house. Once the Jeep is parked we all get out and I reach for a shovel before Stiles grabs my hand to stop me. “Ar, you're not helping.” Giving him a confused face he continues “I just mean I don't think you should see a dead body. Especially half a dead body.” I nod as he lets go of my hand. Immediately missing the loss of contact. They get to the spot of upturned dirt. “Let's get this over with.” Scott starts by shoving his shovel into the dirt. After several minutes I decided to speak up. “What if he comes back?” I say looking around the dark forest with the spooky house behind me. “I mean this just seems like a scene straight out of a horror movie.” I saw wrapping my arms around myself. 

Stiles shrugs his shoulders while he keeps digging. “If he comes back we run like hell.” Scott looks at me. “Okay, and what if he catches us?” Stiles stops digging a mischievous smile on his face “Then you run on one way and me and Ar run the other. Whoever he catches first is too bad.” He shrugs again as if it's no big deal if a werewolf were to catch us. “I hate that plan” I say kicking some dirt around. Scott mumbles a “me too”. 

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” Stiles states while dropping to his knees. Scott follows him to the ground. Struggling to untie the cloth buried in the dirt they finally get it and Stiles speaks up “--What the hell is that?” I hesitantly look over his shoulder and whisper “A wolf” Stiles looks back at Scott “You said you smelled human blood.” My twin shrugs before throwing his hands up in defense. “I said something was different.” My voice wavers and I'm shaking as I tell them “We gotta get out of here.” They both nod and start pushing the dirt back. “Wait. Stiles. Do you see that flower?” Stiles looks to me for a moment before following my eye line and reaches for the flower. Scott frowns in confusion. “What about it? It's just a flower.” “I think it's wolfsbane.” Stiles clarifies. Scott is still frowning as he doesn't understand. 

Stiles can't help but scoff at my twin's ignorance. “You haven't seen The Wolf Man?” He shakes his head. “Lon Chaney. Junior? Claude Rains?” I add. Scott shakes his head impatiently, sighing. ‘The original, classic Werewolf movie?” Scott shakes his head unbelievably at us. “No!” “You are so unprepared for this.” Stiles mumbles under his breath. I stifle a giggle. “When all this settles we will have a movie night, okay?” Stiles looks at me with a small smile. “Fine.” As Stiles is pulling the flower from the ground he starts pulling some rope around as well. There is rope that is around the body like a spiral. Once the last of the rope is pulled I gasp loudly covering my mouth with my hands. He looks up at me in confusion then looks back into the hole. Quickly he wraps his arms around me and turns my back to the hole. Stiles runs his hand down my hair as I cry quietly. 

Back at the house I walk to my room and climb into bed. Seeing a dead wolf was one thing… But actually seeing a dead body I wasn’t prepared for that. A couple minutes after getting into bed I hear a knock at my door. Looking up I see Stiles pop his head in. “Ar, are you okay?” I sniffle and feel him move toward the bed sitting down beside me on the edge. “I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have brought you.” He says before moving some of my hair out of my face. “No. It’s okay. I want to help, I just wasn’t expecting that.. I’m fine. I promise. Just a little shaken up.” He eyes me for a second before nodding. “Sleep well Ar. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He leans down and places a kiss on my head before getting up and leaving. My entire body is on fire just from a kiss on the head. I can’t even imagine what I would feel like with a kiss from him in other areas. I fall asleep to the thought of Stiles cuddling up next to me instead of me being alone. 

~~

Stiles reported the body to his father so now Stiles, Scott and I are standing around his Jeep at the Hale House watching Derek get arrested. “I still don’t think he did it. I mean she was a werewolf right? Why would he bury her like that if he killed her?” I have been trying to reason with them all morning. “Oh, I don’t know Ar, maybe because he’s a murder!” Stiles whisper yells which just makes me roll my eyes. Once Derek is placed in the car Sheriff Stilinski walks away to talk to another deputy, Stiles, of course, uses this moment to run over to the squad car and jump in. My twin and I just gape at each other. Knowing Stiles he’s probably saying something that will get him punched or worse so I run over to the other side as well. Once I’m in, Derek stops talking and his eyes are on me. 

“Why are you so worried about me ? It's her brother you should be worried about.” Derek jerks his head towards where Scott is. “What are you two going to do when he shifts on the field? Just keep cheering him on?” I look to Stiles knowing Derek isn’t necessarily wrong. “I can’t stop him from playing, but you two can.” Stiles is pulled by the ear by his dad so I quickly look at Derek “I believe you. I don’t think you did it.” I give him a small smile before leaving the car to stand next to Stiles. 

His dad sighs heavily before speaking. “You two. Stand there.” looking up to the sky for a moment to collect his thoughts he looks back at us. “What the hell do you think you two were doing?” I hate being in trouble so I might just let Stiles take the reins on this one. “We were just trying to help…” “Okay then, how about you help me understand how you came upon this.” Sheriff Stilinski looks at me “Did you drag her out here to see this? Some sort of creepy date idea?” My cheeks redden and Stiles just looks confused. “We were looking for Scott’s inhaler.” I mentally facepalm at the mention of my brother's inhaler. “Which he dropped when?” He’s egging him on and Stiles is falling for it. *Please stop talking. PLEASE stop talking* “.. the other night” Sheriff Stilinski looks to me knowing he caught us in a lie. “The other night when you were out here looking for the other half of the body?” He clarifies. Stiles nods his head yes while I shake mine. Stupid boy. “The night you said you were out here alone with Ar, and Scott was at home?” “Yes” Stiles says without missing a beat. Then after a couple seconds he realizes his mistake. “.. no.. Oh crap..” 

Sheriff Stilinski lets me go back to my brother while he yells at Stiles for lying to him. Stiles walks over to us “Thanks for the back up Ar. I'll remember that.” I scoff in fake irritation “What did you want me to do? You already had dug yourself in deep. Plus I'm an awful liar.” I shrug. 

“I can’t find anything on wolfsbane being used for burial.” I say from the back seat. I have my feet up in between the two boys. “Just keep looking. Maybe it’s like a ritual or something.” Stiles rolls his tongue over his teeth just the way I like before speaking again “Maybe it’s a special skill you have to learn.” He offered it to my brother. “Yeah, I’ll put that on my to-do list. Right underneath how the hell I am going to play in the game.” He threw his head back against the seat. “Maybe it’s different for girl werewolves.” I offer and Stiles nods and points at me. “Okay, Stop it!” Scott blurt outs. “Stop what Scotty?” I put my feet down to get closer to him. “Stop saying werewolf. Stop enjoying this so much!” Stiles turns to look at his friend after his outburst “Are you okay?l he asks while Scott doubles overs “No i’m not. I’m far from okay.”  

I start rubbing his back to try and calm him down but I can tell he’s about to start 

hyperventilating “Scotty you’re going to have to accept that this is a part of you know. We want to help.” “I can't,” he grinds out. “Yes you can.” Stiles adds. “No, I can't breathe.” Oh! I reach for my inhaler and hand it to him but he swats it out of my hand and his eyes start to glow. “Pull over!” Scott tells me and I cower into the back seat. He starts rummaging through the backpack. “You kept it!?” My mouth gapes at Stiles. He looks between the two of us “What was I supposed to do with it?”

Once the car is stopped Stiles jumps out with the backpack in hand and throws it as far as he can. Turning around he says “Okay. We’re good. Feel better?” He looks into the car at me and to the open door. “Scott?” I jump up in the front seat as Stiles gets in. “Well.. At least we know he’ll be at the game.” I say trying to lighten the mood. He gives me a small smile before he starts driving off. 

~~

Making my way to the stands I find mom sitting with Sheriff Stilinski. “Hi mom. Sheriff Stilinski. Are the boys out yet?” I kiss mom on the head looking around the field. “Nope, not yet. And how many times do I have to tell you it’s Noah?” He says with a smirk on his lips. My mom giggles beside me. “I’m sorry Sher— Noah..” He gets up and tossels my hair “I’m going to say good luck before the game starts.” After he leaves my mom looks at me. “So…” I furrow my brows “So what?” She gives me a *don’t play dumb* look before looking down at Stiles on the bench. I follow her eyeline and exhale deeply. “Does everyone know I like him?” She laughs “Pretty much.” I roll my eyes. “There’s nothing to tell because there’s nothing going on. I’m just Archer. Scott's sister. His bestfriends sister.” I start biting my lip. It’s what I do when I'm anxious. “He’ll come around. Maybe, he just needs to be reminded that you’re not just another Scott.” She says winking at me. 

The game is over and we won! Scott did amazing even though in the first half Jackson made the rest of the team ignore him. He ended up scoring multiple goals and winning the game for us! I ran down to the bleachers to congratulate them. I see Stiles first and shrek as I see him. Wrapping my arms around his neck. He places his around my waist immediately lifting me in the air. “He didn’t kill anyone!” I whisper laughter into his ear and he lets out a breathy chuckle. Once we let go and he sets me down his cheeks are flush. “Uh come on. My dad said they I.D the body. Let’s go find him.” 

Stiles POV:

I lead Ar into the boys locker room where I swear I watched Scott run into. After I push open the door and walk in ways I see Scott and Allison making out. I quickly pull Ars’ back against the lockers and cover her mouth with my hand. I put a finger in front of my mouth telling her to not make a sound. This was an awful idea. Ars’ body is flush against mine. Every intake of breath has her breasts rubbing against my chest. Her eyes are on me. They are the most beautiful mixture of blue and green. The cut on her eyebrow is still there but it’s practically healed now. She's been anxious. I can tell because she has been chewing on her lips, they look more swollen than usual. She only chews on them when she’s anxious. *oh god.* Stop thinking about her lips. Fuck. Stop staring at her lips. I need to pull away from her before something embarrassing happens. “Hey Stiles. Hey Ar.” Thankfully Allison catches us and I’m able to pull away. I scratch the back of my neck “Hey..” Ar gives a small wave and makes her away around where Scott is standing. I take a second to readjust myself and then follow her to Scott. 

He has a dazed grin on his face. “I kissed her.” “Uh huh. We saw.” Ar says with her arms crossed over her chest. “She kissed me.” Scott says still basking in the afterglow of a make out session. “Saw that too. That’s pretty good, right?” Scott looked at me and then his sister with a genuine grin on his face. “I-I-I don’t know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this!” Seeing how happy he is, I decided that I should wait till later to tell him the news. “Hey uh. We’ll talk later okay?” Ar seems to understand nodding as I start to leave. Sensing my non excitement to his make out session. Scott looks at us confused “What?”. She announced “The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found…” She trails off leaving me to explain the rest. “Let me just put it this way. The medical examiner determined that the killer of the girl was an animal not human. Derek human. Not animal. Derek? Not killer. Derek? Out of jail.”

He swallows hard. “You're kidding.” Ar speaks up “No. and you want to know the bigger kick in the ass? The body? Laura Hale.” Scott’s draw drops “Hale?” he repeated. I let out a huff of anxious laughter “Yup. Derek’s sister.” 

 

Notes:

Oooo. Stiles POV! I love it. And the shower scene? To die. Every fanfic I read about him I want so badly for it to be told from his prospective when they walk in on Scott and Allison in the locker room. I HAD to throw in some awkward sexual tension… I mean, it’s in my name.

Chapter 3: Pack Mentality

Archer POV:

I’m walking into school while Stiles holds the door for me and Scott, Scott  is explaining his weird dream from last night to his best friend. “So you killed her?” Scott shrugs his shoulders unsure how to explain the feeling of how real it felt. 

Last night I woke up to the sounds of whimpering coming from Scotts room. When I ran in to see if he was okay, he was struggling to breathe and very sweaty. After calming him down from his nightmare, he told me about his dream. Unfortunately not leaving out the part before when he was hooking up with Allison. I love my brother, but that was a little too much information. 

 “I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. Ar had to come in and help me calm down… But I’ve never had a dream where I woke up like that before.” Stiles raises his eyebrows at this “Really? I have.” Stiles proceeds to shrug and makes a crude gesture with his hands that leaves me speechless. Either because he really just admitted that out loud or because of the mental image that just popped into my head of a half naked sweaty Stiles in bed… “Usually ends a bit differently though…” He finishes seemingly lost in thought. Probably thinking about  the last time he’s had a dream like that. 

Scott, also stunned by his best friend's very personal detail “A. I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real… and B—“ He looks at me then to Stiles with a disgusted expression “Never give me that much detail about you in bed again.” Stiles pursued his lips “Noted.” Knowing Scott doesn't want to hear it I reluctantly ask anyways “Do you think--” He cuts me off “I know. You guys think it has to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I will lose control and rip her throat out.” Stiles and my mouth gape open like we can't believe he just admitted that. “No, of course not.” Stiles waves his hand in the air. He concedes and adds “Yeah that's totally it.” My twin has a glum expression on his face. Trying to cheer him up as the dutiful sister I am, I add “Scotty, I think it will be fine. Personally I think you’re handling this pretty freaking well.” Stiles nods “Yeah, it's not like there is a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take.”  

Scott seems to be having an idea and says “Well not a class… But maybe a teacher.” Stiles immediately knows who he is talking about already because he starts shaking his head in disbelief. “Derek? Are you forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?” He asks in an exasperated tone. “I know. But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus.. It just felt so real.” Stiles rolls his eyes and I smile brightly “Well he likes me. He knows I didn't get him thrown in jail. Maybe if you bring me he will be more willing to help.” I offer. Stiles stares at me like I’m crazy. “No. Absolutely not.” I cross my arms with a pout. 

While we continue walking Stiles looks back to Scott with his mouth gaping open in shock “I think it was real Scott.” My twin and I whip our heads to where Stiles is staring and Scott's face is riddled in fear, guilt and shame. He looks as if he is going to throw up. 

Scott starts panicking, switching from staring at his phone, to frantically searching the hallways for any sight of Allison. “I was texting her last night.” I tell my twin trying to calm his nerves. “See, she's probably fine--” Scott cuts him off with frantic eyes “She hasn't answered any of my texts.” “It could just be a coincidence…” I try and fail at seeming positive. Stiles huffs under his breath “A seriously amazing coincidence…” I jab my elbow into his ribs and give him a pointed look. “Just help me find her.” He says angrily. His breathing is choppy and he slams his fist into a nearby locker when we don't see her. I look at him and his eyes flash golden. Stiles hand reaches out and intertwines with mine as he pulls me back behind him. “Scott, you need to calm down man. We will find her, but wolfing out in the middle of the hallway isn't going to be helpful.” His eyes go back to their brown as he turns around and speed walks down the other hallway. 

Once me and Stiles round the corner we see Scott talking to Allison. I let out a sigh of relief. As if just realizing he's still holding my hand Stiles drops it and rubs his hands on his thighs. “That was close.” he huffs a stangled laugh. “Yeah…” I am still a little frazzled from Scotts outburst in the hall and Stiles seems to notice. “Hey, Ar, are you--” The principal's booming voice over the PA system. “Attention students. This is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses.” My eyes widened slightly at Stiles “... While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as usual.” He groans “You would think that someone being brutally attacked on campus would call for canceled classes.”  

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At lunch I am sitting next to Stiles reading my book while he and Scott are talking about whether or not Scotts dream was real and that maybe he isn't as in control as he thought. As they are debating on whether or not Scott should cancel his date with Allison, Lydia comes and sits on the other side of me. “Figure out what?” She joins in their conversation. Stiles looks to me then to her startled by her appearance at our table. I give her a smile “Just.. uh.. Homework. “ My twins say while Stiles nods his head in agreement. “Yeah. Homework.” Lydia is waving over more people Stiles leans to whisper to me and Scott. “Why is she sitting with us?” I roll my eyes. “Uh because me and her are friends? Because Allison is dating Scott?” Stiles just looks at me confused when Danny comes to sit on his other side and Allison comes and sits next to my brother. 

“Get up” All our heads whip over to see Jackson telling someone random kid to move. “How come you never tell Danny to move?” Random kid whines in annoyance. Danny speaks up with a smirk “Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot.” Random kid gets up and moves when Lydia speaks up “Or Ars’.” Stiles widens his eyes at this statement as I just shrug “He's a creep.” 

They start talking about the attack and how they heard it was a mountain lion. Jackson said a completely insensitive remark (shocker) and Lydia acts as if she's dumb(another shocker). Scott and I recognize the bus driver as our old bus driver from when we lived with our dad. 

Fed up with the depressing conversation Lydia interjects “Can we please talk about something slightly more fun…” Gasping, she gets an idea and turns to Allison. “What are we doing tomorrow night?” I see my brother furrow his brows in confusion while looking over to his girlfriend. Seeing them confused Lydia clarifies “You said you two are hanging out tomorrow, right?” I snicker as Lydia just totally crashed their date. “Oh well, we were still trying to figure out what we were going to do…” Allison trials off giving my brother an apologetic smile. Stiles eyes go wide as he realizes the same as I did. “Well I am not sitting home again, watching lacrosse videos. So if the four of us are hanging out we are doing something fun.” My poor brother looks absolutely blind sided. “Ar, you come too! I'll find you a date. Someone from the lacrosse team..” 

Lydia is clearly trying to think of someone as if she doesn't already know I have had the same crutch since I was eight. Scott and Allison having a hushed conversation as Lydia exclaims “What about Greenburg?” Stiles tries and fails to hide his laughter next to me, which gets him an elbow to the ribs. “What about the one kid you’re always hanging out with?” She looks at Scott. “What's his name… Biles?” Now it's my turn to laugh. Stiles on the other hand doesn't seem the least bit entertained. “Stiles.”

My brother and I say at the same time. 

Stiles makes a face and mutters “freaking twins.'' under his breath. “What?” Lydia asks seemingly confused. “It's Stiles.” Stiles interjects between my little fit of laughter. “Okay then. Stiles , you and Ar should come on the date as well.” She says, ignoring my face of protest and looking over to Stiles. He makes an unreadable face and then laughs. He laughs . My face drops at the sound. “I--” He started to speak but I cut him off. “Oh. I-- Uh forgot that I was supposed to meet Isaac at lunch to study for our lab test. I'll see you guys later. But uh-- have fun.” My smile that doesn't reach my eyes before grabbing my bag and leaving the table ignoring the sad look that my brother is giving me. 

Stiles POV:

I look at Scott as we go to my locker. “Dude.. You're a terrible bowler!” I snort. Scott groans, throwing his head against the locker next to mine. “I know! I'm such an idiot.” Thinking about the conversation in the cafeteria I snicker. “It was like watching a car wreck.” Scott rolls his eyes at me. “Oh yeah? You weren't any better.” What is he talking about? “Laughing at the idea of going on a date with Ar? Smooth dude.” Shutting my locker harder than I meant to, I whip my head around to my friend with a look of uncertainty “Wha--” “I mean if you don't like her like that you should have just said so, instead of laughing at her in front of everyone.” Throwing my arms out to the side I ask “Laugh at her? What are you talking about?” dread fills me. The bell rings as Scott gets up from leaning on the locker “I gotta go to class I can’t be late again. I'll see you later” Does Ar like me? Is that what he meant? “Wait! What did you mean?!” I shout back at him, but he keeps walking to his class. Oh god, maybe I'm the idiot. 

I tried to find Ar after school but Allison told me she got a ride home with Lydia after she told me that I was an ass for laughing at the idea of going on a date with her. I tried texting and calling her but she isn't answering her phone. I'm such a dick. I can't believe that everyone thought I was laughing at her.. I was uncomfortable because I thought Ar wouldn't want to go on a date with me. Not that I didn't want to. I bang my head into the side of the Jeep before getting in and driving home. 

Archers POV:

Scott asked me to go with him to bring dinner to mom but I just felt like being alone. I had homework anyways. I was totally not devastated from the conversation earlier where my crush since I was eight laughed at the idea of dating me. No, I'm fine. Maybe if I keep telling myself that I actually will be. I mean I knew he liked Lydia, so why would I have gotten my hopes up anyways. I guess now I can try to put this silly crush behind me. 

I was brought out of my little depression bubble by my brother knocking on my door. “Hey Archer.” I look up and give him a small smile. “What's up?” He moves to sit on my bed next to me. “Are you okay?” Shutting my book and giving him my full attention I say “Im fine.” He looks to me as if he could actually tell that I'm lying. “I can tell you're lying.” I squint my eyes at him “What--” Laughing he states “You're my twin. You don't think I can't tell when you're lying to me?” Rolling my eyes at him I push his shoulders away from me. “Plus your heart rate picked up. So I know for a fact you were lying.” I huff in annoyance. “You know these stupid super powers are very inconvenient.” This time he barks out a loud laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Get dressed, I need your help.” I start pouting immediately “Do I have to? I’m comfy.” “If you truly love me you will.” he smiles wide. “God, Why couldn't I have been an only child?” He claps his hands together and heads toward my door. “Stiles will be here in ten minutes, be ready!” Oh perfect.

Stiles is driving up to the gate once Scott gets out and Stiles and I start to follow. “No-- Just me . I need someone to keep watch.” Stiles looks offended. “Ar can keep watch.” I'm sorry what? “Is that why you two dragged me out here?” Annoyance laces my voice. They both respond at the same time. “Yes” “No” I cross my arms over my chest. Stiles clearly upset looks to my brother “How come I’m always the guy keeping watch?” Ignoring him, Stiles starts to climb the chain link fence but Scott pulls him down before he gets too far. “I need someone to keep watch. Plus someone needs to stay with Ar.” I roll my eyes walking back to the Jeep. I watch Scott jump over the fence as Stiles grumbles under his breath “Why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I'm Robin?” 

Scotts has been gone a few minutes and there is an uncomfortable silence between Stiles and I. “I tried to find you after school… And I texted you.” He finally spoke looking at me. “Lydia gave me a ride home.” I responded, “Yeah, Allison told me,” he admits. I hum in acknowledgment. There's a silence before he speaks up again. “I'm sorry Archer.. I didn't mean it like that. I mean-- I didn't know you--” I look at him “No. You don't need to apologize. I get it. I wouldn't want to go either if I wasn't going with the guy I liked. We are fine. I promise.” He looks as if he wants to say something else but he bites his tongue. “Okay..” 

Suddenly I see headlights. “Stiles! Stiles! Headlights!” I say pointing in the direction of the lights. His eyes go wide as he blares on the horn. Stiles drums his fingers on the steering wheel, I see my brother running towards the car and he does a flip over the fence (Which was super cool by the way). I jump in the back while he jumps into the passenger side “Go! Go! Go!” he yells. Stiles wastes no time speeding away.

I lean in between the boys and look at my twin “So did it work?” Scott looks back through the rear windshield before responding. “Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood? A lot of it is mine.” Stiles' eyes widened in surprise. “So, you did attack him?” Scott whips his head to his best friend “No! I saw glowing eyes on the bus, but they weren't mine…” He pauses “They were Dereks” Oh god here we go again.

“I think I was trying to protect him.”  “Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked someone?” Stiles asks. I look at him “Yeah.. I don't get that… I don't think that's what it was.” Stiles offers “Maybe it's like a pack thing.” Completely ignoring the fact that I don't think Derek did it. “Because ripping someone's throat out is such a bonding experience?” My brother scoffs. Stiles' voice lightens “Well, on the bright side you didn't do it. Which means you're not a killer. Which also means that--” Scott looks like a love sick puppy “I can go out with Allison!”. I say it at the same time, mimicking him, gaining a glare from my twin. Stiles gives him an offended look “I was going to say that you won't kill us, but sure. That works too.” 

Stiles POV:

Pulling into the McCall driveway Scott jumps out saying he’ll talk to me tomorrow. Before Ar climbs out she sits in the passenger seat and clears her throat. “Hey Stiles?” I look over to her. Her blonde hair is tied into a messy bun on top of her head. She had already washed off her makeup by the time I got here earlier and she's wearing one of my old hoodies. She's had it for so long she probably doesn't even know it's mine. I wonder if she knows how breathtaking she is. Or how nervous I get when we are alone.

Realizing that I'm just gawking at her I respond “uh--yeah?” She gives me a small smile “I think you are more like Batman than Scott could ever be.” She leans over and places a kiss on my cheek. I’m frozen in place. If I had moved my face a few millimeters our lips could have been touching… And that thought is the only thing I can think about the rest of the night. She leaves the car saying goodnight and I'm stuck sitting here hoping that I didn't screw up my once chance to date this amazing, considerate, beautiful girl. 

I had one of those dreams again tonight… Like always, they are about my best friend's twin sister. 

Archers POV:

I'm sitting in Alison's bedroom before their double date. I tried to refuse their invite but Lydia insisted I come and at least hangout before they go out. Allison holds up a brown and black tie-dyed top and turns it around to show us. “Pass.” Lydia and I say at the same time. Allison rolls her eyes and returns to her closet. “Are you sure you don't want to come with us, Ar? I can still find you a date.” It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Yes I'm sure.” Allison turns back around holding a hippish style dress “Pass.” we both say again while Allison sighs. “Just go sit down, let me look.” Lydia orders before moving over to the brunette girls closet. “Ar. We all know the reason you don't wanna go.” I look at her confused. “And that is?” She smiles and plays with the end of her hair. “You like Stiles of course.” Lydia turns around and looks at us. “Who?” Allison stares at her for a minute like she isn't sure if she is being serious or not. “Stiles. Scott's and Ars' best friend.” Lydia makes a face as if she's trying to think of who the girl is talking about. “He was sitting next to her at lunch the other day.. Biles?” 

As if a lightbulb goes off Lydia snaps her fingers. “Oh yes! The buzzcut guy. Didn't he laugh when I suggested you two come with us?” Lydia asks while putting her finger under her chin. “He was probably just nervous. I mean he is sort of a spaz.” Allison giggles. “Stiles and I are just friends.. He made that clear yesterday.” I say solemnly. “Well he looks at you the way Scott looks at me and me and Scott are not just friends.” 

Lydia pulls out a black shirt and holds it up to her. “This.” Allison takes the top and walks to the mirror holding it up in contemplation. Argent walks into the room holding a green jacket in his hands. “Dad! Hello…” Allison says looking at her father pointedly “Oh right, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to knock.” Lydia comes and flops on the bed next to me eyeing Argent. “Hi Mr. Argent.” she says in a sultry tone. Is she trying to hit on Allison's dad? “Dad, do you need something?” He looks at Lydia with a weird expression back to his daughter “Oh, I was just coming to let you know it's time for your friends to go. There's a curfew.” Lydia rolls her eyes and Allison scoffs at him “What? Dad, I'm going out with my friends tonight.” He shakes his head. “Nope. Not when some animal out there is attacking people.” Allison throws the top onto the bed as her Argent calls out her attitude. “No more arguing.” With the last word he leaves the room, closing the door behind him. 

Lydia makes a teasing face before snarking “Someone's daddy's little girl.” “You know, Scott is sneaking out and back in before our mom gets home.” I add thinking about the weeks worth of chores he said he will do if I cover for him. Allison has a rebellious glint in her eyes as she walks over to her vanity and puts on a hat walking over to her window looking back at us and jumping onto the roof. “You coming?” She says looking back at Lydia and I. I smirk while Lydia has an unsure face on. Walking over to the window we watch as Allison does a flip off the roof to a few feet to the ground. A werewolf and an acrobatic. How romantic. She looks at us shrugs “Eight years of gymnastics. Are you guys coming?” I look at Lydia as we both decide to just take the stairs. I would rather not have to explain to my mother how I busted my ass jumping from Allison's second story window. 

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I shoot awake to the sounds of screaming. Jumping out of bed in just an old oversized hoodie I grab the bat by my dresser and run to follow the sound. Once I get to Scotts room I see my mom and Stiles? “Stiles, what are you doing here?” Mom yells. I sigh in relief as I set my bat down. “What am I doing? Do any of you even play baseball?” He yells, throwing his arms around. Mom drops the bat and looks overwhelming at him “What?”  He says holding his hands out in surrender. “Would you believe me if I said I was in the wrong room?” My mom gapes at him then turns around to stare at me. I look over at Stiles with a * What the fuck * expression. As if he just noticed me standing here, he looks me up and down and I can see a blush make its way up his neck to his face. 

Suddenly the hall light flicks on and Scott appears at the end of it. “Can you please tell your friend to use the front door…” Scotts looks at the scene in front of him trying to take it all in. “But we lock the front door. How will he get in?” He replies obliviously. Mom gives him a look that says really . As if she just remembered that Scott just walked up the stairs, she changes the subject. “By the way, do either of you care that there is a police-enforced curfew?” They both shake their heads simultaneously and say “no”. She sighs and throws her hands up “No. Of course not. You know what? That's enough parenting for me for one night, so…” 

She starts to walk away but stops looking at me. “Remind me tomorrow to go over safe sex with you again. I do not want to be a grandmother anytime soon.” My face reddens as Scott looks between me and Stiles in alarm. She gets halfway down the hall before looking at me again “Oh and put on some pants. Stiles looks like he's going to have a heart attack.” With that she shuts the door to her room and the light under the door goes out. I look at Scott with an innocent smile “I might have fallen asleep..” He rolls his eyes. 

Stiles still hasn't taken his eyes off of me. Scott punches him “Dude stop staring at my sisters legs.” He turns to me, “You, go put on pants.” I stick my tongue out and walk across the hall to my room. In Scott's room Stiles' face is still beat red and he won’t meet my eyes as he starts telling us what he came here to tell us. “My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago.. It's the bus driver.” My brother stares at him questioningly. “They said he ‘Succumbed to his wounds’.” Scott is still looking confused. “Succumbed?” He says like he's never heard this word before. Rolling my eyes I respond “He's dead, Scotty.” 

A few minutes later Scott jumps out his window sprinting into the woods. It's quite between Stiles and I before I speak up. An amused smile on my face I looked at him “Wrong room?” I repeat his words back to him. He gives me a sheepish smile “I-uh-I” He throws his hands in defeat into the air. “Why did you come in here without putting pants on?” He counters. Squinting my eyes at him I rebut “Well if you must know, I jumped out of bed and ran in here.” He looks taken back “You don't wear pants to bed!? What if I was a pervert?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you wear pants to bed?” He stammers. “What?” I laugh. I look at him as if to say *answer my question* His eyes widen as he tries to look everywhere else in the room besides me. “Uh-- I-- No. I mean- I wear boxers-- But--” I smile as I turn to go back to bed. “Next time I'll have to sneak in through your window in the middle of the night.” I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “You know. So we are even.” I wink while walking out of the room and shutting the door behind me. I hear him let out a loud breath that he must have been holding and a pang of hope shoots through my chest. 

Chapter 4: Magic Bullet

Staring at the ‘A’ on my test that was handed back to me I have a wide smile on my face. I am sitting next to Scott and stiles in behind him. Scott makes a face at his test and turns it over so I can't see. Stiles is tapping my brother on the shoulder trying to get his attention. “If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one that bit you, then who did?” Scott bites his lip, shaking his head back and forth. “I dont know.” 

Stile continues to bombard him with questions that my poor brother doesn't know the answers to, until he gets so annoyed that he yells out drawing the attention of everyone in the class. Stiles tries to play it off while looking at the window. He grabs his test and smiles at his grade and shows it to me giving me a thumbs up. 

When Scott picks his test up again Stiles looks over his shoulder and frowns. “Dude, you need to study more.” My brother flips his test over again and sends a glare to his friend. “That was a joke Scott. It's just one test. Do you want any help studying?” 

Scott sighs and looks back down at his test. “No, I'm studying with Allison after school today.” Stiles suggestively wiggles his brows and pats my brother on the back. “That's my boy!” I giggle and Scott rolls his eyes “We’re just studying.” He insisted. I snickered, “Uh no, you're not.” My brother frowns.“Scotty, she didn't invite you over to just study .” I say matter of factly.  “I'm not?” He looks utterly confused. “ Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you! If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to god . I will have you deballed.” Stiles exclaims. My brother sighs and nods his head “Yeah. Okay. Just.. Stop with all the questions.” 

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Stiles and I had planned to go back to his house to study… Actually study. After we jump in the Jeep and start making our way out of the school parking lot when I yell “Look out!” Stiles slams on the breaks and we jerk forward. “Derek?” I gasped while jumping out of the Jeep. He looks awful, swaying on his feet as I reach him he falls to the ground. 

There's a line of cars behind the Jeep. Stiles is still in the driver's seat looking confused while Scott runs over to us. “You've got to be kidding me. This guy is everywhere.” Stiles complained while throwing his hands in the air. “Scotty help me!” I have Derek's head in my hands. “What are you doing here?” Scott demands. Stiles has gotten out of the car and is standing behind me now. “I was shot.” Derek grinds out. “He's not looking so good, dude.” My brother frowns in confusion. “Why aren't you healing?” Derek groans and closes his eyes in pain. “I can't.. It was a different type of bullet.” “What. A silver bullet?” Stiles beamed. Derek seems to be able to fight the pain just long enough to shoot stiles with a bitchy expression “No, you idiot.” 

As if Scott has a revelation as to what is going on he declared “That's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours.” Derek's eyes widen in alarm. “What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?” I try to help Derek sit up but he groans in pain and I mumble an apology. “The one who shot you.” Scott grimaces. Derek lets out a growl. His eyes flash bright blue. He grimaces and they continue to flash back and forth. 

Stiles grabs me under the arms and pulls me into him moving us away from the werewolf that seems to be fighting his transformation. “What are you doing? Stop that.” Scott demands “That's what I'm trying to tell you-- I can’t.” exasperated Derek as he sighed heavily. My brother grabs onto the werewolves shoulders and tries to pull him over to Stiles' Jeep. “Help me.” He orders. I move to help but Stiles stops me then proceeds to step forward toward my twin. 

Once they get Derek in the back seat of the Jeep me and Stiles climb into the front seat. “I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.” Derek groans out. Scoffing my brother asks “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” As if it's obvious Derek counters “Because she's an Argent.” “Why should I help you?” My brother questioned. Derek, who looks seriously scared to die, reasons “because you need me.” Signing my brother finally agrees and tells a very pissed looking Stiles to get us out of here. “I hate you so much for this.” He grumbles while driving away from the school.

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Derek his eyes are closed as he leans against the window with a pained expression on his face. I take off my cardigan and bunch it up. He peeps his eyes open and lifts his head so that I can slide it between the glass and his head. He mumbles a thank you and I give him a small smile. “Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, we are almost there.” Stiles groaned looking from Derek back to the road. “Almost where?” Derek questions. “Your house” he responds plainly. Derek's eyes shot open “What! No you can't take me there.” He moves to sit up with pained expressions. 

Stiles scoffs and looks at him for a second “I can't take you to your own house?” Stiles wondered. “Not when I can't protect myself!” Derek growls out. Stiles seems to think for a second before sighing. “What happens when Scott can't find your little magic bullet?” I looked at Derek in alarm and squeaked “Are you dying!?” He seems to be contemplating this before answering “Not yet. I have a last resort.” Stiles starts gagging at the sight of Derek taking his jacket off. “Oh god. What is that? Is that contagious? You should just get out.” He groans. 

Derek's eyes glow light blue and he growls. “Start the car. Now.” He demands. Stiles being fed up with driving around “I don't think you should be barking orders. In fact, I think, If I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” He jeered back. 

I feel a hand wrap around my neck and claws start to poke me. Growling shocks me to my core. “Start the car. Now. Or I will rip her throat out… With my teeth.” Derek threatens. I look over to Stiles with pleading eyes “Okay, Okay. J- just don't hurt her.” Stiles turns the car over and I feel the pressure on my neck leave and I take a deep breath, chewing on my lip. Anxiety floods through my veins and I feel my eyes start to burn. Stiles grabs ahold of my hand giving it a squeeze before glaring over at Derek. “You know, Ars’ the only one that's been nice to you. Maybe you shouldn't threaten to kill her.” 

An hour later we are in the industrial district while Stiles talks to Scott on the phone. I haven't said a word since Derek threatened to kill me. I know that he's in pain and scared but I'm absolutely terrified. Stiles put the phone on speaker so that he and I can hear what my brother has found out.

 

Stiles: What am I supposed to do with him?

 

Scott: Take him somewhere. Anywhere.

 

Stiles: and by the way, he's starting to smell. 

 

He's right. Since being shot his muscle and tissues are starting to die causing a horrific smell within the Jeep, but I wasn't going to mention it. 

 

Scott: Like-like what?

 

Stiles looks to me then to Derek before responding. 

 

Stiles: Like death.

 

Scott: Okay, take him to the animal clinic. 

 

Stiles: What about your boss?

 

Scott: He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster. Ar should know where it is.

Stiles turns to gain Derek's attention “you're not going to believe where he is having me take you.” he huffed. Derek rips the phone from Stiles grasp and takes it off of the speaker.  “Did you find it?” Silence “Look, if you don't find it then I'm dead.” Silence “Then think about this-- the alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, either you kill him, or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.” He hangs up then hands the phone back to Stiles. 

Grabbing the key from behind the dumpster I unlocked the door for Stiles to help Derek to the examining table. I got a text from Scott. Reading it, I look up at Derek who is sitting on the table. “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” I ask curiously. He looks over to me “It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Stiles responds making a confused face. “Why?”  “Because I'll die without it.” 

Derek takes off his shirt to examine his bullet wound. Stiles looks at Derek's arm and immediately starts gagging and turns away from him to face me. I can't help but laugh at his inability to handle much of anything medical related. “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of.” Derek is panting like a dog  “When the infection reaches my heart… It will kill me.” A pang of sympathy rings through me while Stiles looks exasperatedly at him “Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?”

Ignoring Stiles' sarcasm completely Derek looks at me. “If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time -- last resort.” I raise my eyes trying to understand where his thoughts are when he finally finds what he was looking for, a bone saw. Stiles grabs ahold of my arm pulling me closer to him. “Which is?” He questions carefully as if he isn't going to like the answer. “Ar is going to cut off my arm.” 

My eyes widen in fear. “W-What? Why me!?” Derek gives me a look that says * seriously * “ Well Stiles looks like he is about to pass out. I need someone who isn't going to pass out at the sight of blood.” Stiles looks both offended and completely gross out. “I'm not going to pass out at the sight of blood. But I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!” He throws his arms out dramatically. 

Derek looks at me “Okay how about this. You chop off my arm or I will chop off your boyfriend's head.” He's not my boyfriend I want to argue but Stiles scoffs. “You know what? I am not buying your threats any--” Derek lifts Stiles up by his neck. He's gasping for breath as I run over and pull his arm away “Oh my god. Okay I'll do it. Fuck.” I push him away from Stiles, casting him to fall against the table and throw up black look blood. “Holy god. What the hell is that?!” Stiles explains while I'm looking at his neck for any sign of bruising. 

Groaning Derek responds “it's my body trying to heal itself…” Once I have concluded there is no bruising on his neck he looks away from Derek and down at me. Heat rushes to my face “uh- no bruising.” he just nods his head and swallows. “If you two are done making fuck me eyes at each other I need you to cut my arm off… NOW.”  

I step towards Derek and grip the saw in my hands. Biting my lip I start to panic. “I don't know if I can do-” Derek's growl cuts me off “Just do it.” Pushing Derek down to lay on the exam table I turn on the saw and hold down his shoulder with my free hand. I'm about five inches from his arm when I hear the door open and my brother's voice “ARCHER!” I whip my head around and look at him exhaling deeply. “Oh my god. I have never been more happy to see you in my whole life.” I emphasized. Dropping the saw I ran over to him and threw my arms around him. 

“Did you get it?” Derek pleaded. Stiles takes the bullet from my twin and walks over to Derek. “What are you going to do with it? He wondered. Derek goes to answer but passes out onto the floor instead, dropping the bullet into a grate in the floor. “No! No, no, no, no. Derek got up.” My brother prayed. Running over to Derek I look down at him “Scotty, what the hell are we going to do?” 

While Scott tries to reach the bullet as Stiles and I are trying to wake Derek. I slap him which doesn’t wake him up, but damn, it feels good since he threatened to kill me earlier. If only he would let me do it while he was awake. “He's dying! I think he's dead!” Stiles yells from the other side of me. Scott got the bullet but we have yet to wake up Derek. 

Having an idea I look at Stiles and my brother before looking back at Derek. “Please don't kill me for this.” I whisper. Rearing my fist back I punch him square in the jaw. “Fuck. That hurts.” I immediately recoiled, holding my fist in my other hand. Derek roars awake and grabs the bullet from Scott, opens it letting the wolfsbane fall to the table before lighting it on fire. He then scoops it up and shoves it into his wound. We all watched the black veins that were all over his arms slowly disappear. 

Stiles looks at me “Are you okay?” He says taking my hand from me it's already starting bruising and it's getting swollen. “Well, except the agonizing pain…” Derek sarcastically deapans. Stiles shoots a look at him “Well I was asking Ar, but I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” I give Stiles a reassuring smile and a slight nod with my head. If I said no would he keep holding my hand? 

Scott glares at the older werewolf. “Okay we saved your life. Now you're going to leave us alone. If you don't, I'm going to go to Allison's dad and I am going to tell him everything.” I look at Scott. “Scotty, Maybe we shou--” Dereks interrupts me “You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?” Rolling his eyes my twin looks at him “ Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are. You threatened to kill my sister!” I look sheepishly towards Derek. He did threaten me, But I don't think he would have actually done it. “I can show you exactly how nice they are.” He seethed at my brother walking out the door with my brother following. “What do you mean?”

~~

My brother was still with Derek and my mom was at work when Stiles and I made it home. “I can't believe you punched him.” scolded Stiles while standing in front of me in the kitchen. He had told me to sit on the counter so that he could wrap my hand. “He threatened to kill me and you , might I add.” I huffed chewing on my lip. “He deserved it.” Stiles reaches up and puts his thumb right below my lip and pulls it free from my teeth. Heat instantly pools in my stomach. “Thank you for defending me earlier.” He whispered. I don't know if he meant it to come out as breathy as it did. “But don't ever do that again.”

I roll my eyes at him “I can't promise anything when it comes to protecting Scott..” Looking into his honey brown eyes I add “Or you.” He's standing closer to me now. I think he is about to lean in and kiss me… When the backdoor opens and my mom comes in “I got chicken, i was thinking we could--” She stops when she spots our closeness. “Oh. I'm sorry.” She has a knowing smile on her face “Am I interrupting something?” Stiles backs away quickly “Oh- Uh- I- I- was just leaving. Bye.” He speeds out of the house. Leaving me sitting on the counter with a look of disappointment and embarrassment

Notes:

There are only some episodes from season one that I was excited to write about… This was not one of them. Hopefully it’s good because I STRUGGLED.
I have Chapters 5-7 done as well, they just need to be edited.

Chapter 5: The Tell

Archer POV:

Mom and I agreed we should have a family movie night tonight, so as she and Scotty are making popcorn and setting up the living room to be covered in blankets and pillows just like we used to do as kids, I was sent to the video store. It was Scotts turn to pick and every time he chooses, it's always a horror movie (even though he gets terrified and sleeps on my floor after). 

Walking into Video 2*C I see Jackson looking around the store calling for an employee. “Can somebody help me find The Notebook?” He called out into the seemingly empty store. Seeing it on the shelf in front of me I grab it and walk over to him. “Hey Jackson. Lydia making you watch The Notebook again?” I tease while hanging him the DVD case. “Sup Ar. Yup. It’s the third time this month.” He grumbles, rolling his eyes.

Looking around again he furrowed his brows. “Hello, is anybody working here?” He yells walking around the store where a ladder is set up. “Oh fuck.” He says backing up into the ladder and making it and the light above it fall. The lights go out and I let out a scream. Looking over to where he is getting up off the floor I make way for him “What’s go—“ He turns around and grabs me, turning me the other direction. “Don’t turn around. He’s dead. Let’s just go and call the cops.” Once we are turned around heading for the door I stop dead in my tracks. 

The alpha is five feet from us, growling. “What the hell is that?” he whispers. Before I can answer it charges us. We ran down one of the aisles of movies.“Ar, look out!” He yells from behind me but it’s too late. The alpha ounces and knocks over a shelf of movies landing directly on me and Jackson.

The shelf has both me and Jackson pinned to the ground. The ledge is pinning the back of his thighs and the front of mine. As the alpha stalks towards us Jackson grabs my hand. The growling is closer to us now and I watch as Jackson's eyes go wide. The dudes an ass but I definitely don't want him to die. It’s right above him as its claws scrape the back of his neck. It creeps closer to me. Sniffing the side of my face before running out the window. 

~~

Lydia came in and called the sheriff. Jackson and I are now in the back of the ambulance when Sheriff Stilinski comes to talk to us. Jackson is being a douche as usual demanding that he’s fine and trying to leave. I on the other hand have a long cut across one of my thighs that has gone straight through my yoga pants but it's not too deep that I need stitches. 

Once he lets Jackson leave, he comes to check on me. “You okay, kiddo?” He grabs my hand helping me sit up after they are done examining me and giving me the okay to go home. I give him a small smile and reply “Uh, yeah. I'm fine.” I lied. Out of the corner of my eye I see Stiles standing by the gurney that’s carrying the body we found “Oh, whoa is that a dead body?” Excitement is twinkling in his eyes. God, he looks so hot when he’s excited about something. “Stiles!” Sheriff Stilinski yells. ”Come here!” Stiles jogs over and sees me sitting on the edge of the ambulance. 

“Oh my god. What happened?” He closes the distance between us. “Did you get hurt? Why are you here? What happened? Why didn’t you call me? Where is Scott?” Just as I am about to open my mouth to respond to one of the many questions the boy in front of me has asked, Sheriff Stilinski speaks up “Stiles. Drive Melissa's car and take Archer home will you?” Nodding his head up and down “Uh yeah. I- Yeah I will. Come on, Ar.” I shimmy off the gurney and hop out of the ambulance, wincing in pain as my feet drop the three feet to the pavement. 

“You’re hurt. Let me help you.” Stiles leans over to pick me up but I push him away. “No. I’m fine. Seriously.” I hand him moms keys and start walking (fine limping) away from him to the car. Once I get to the door I see that he is still standing by the ambulance. “Stiles come on.” I demand. I am tired, my leg is throbbing and I just want to go home and go to sleep. 

On the car ride back to the house I told Stiles everything that happened. The dead body, the alpha, how it scratched Jackson and sniffed me but ran away. “It must have smelled Scott on you right? That's why it left you alone? Because he’s part of his pack?” I hum, “Maybe.” I am wearing one of Scotts hoodies.

It was silent then till we pulled into the driveway. “You could have gone home, you know?. I could have driven from there.” I say getting out of the car. But by the time I put one leg out, Stiles is there with his hand out of me to grab. I stare at him for a moment. “At least let me help you inside if you won't let me carry you. I know you’re in pain Ar.” Reluctantly I place my hand in his and he puts my arm around his shoulder. He has to hunch down due to me being four inches shorter than him. 

My mother runs over to us as soon as we step inside the front door. Trapping me in a bear hug. I groan out in pain and she springs back “How hurt at you? Stiles, help her to her room. I will be right up with the first aid kit and some tylenol.” After my mom leaves I look at the stairs and then back to Stiles who is smirking at me. I scrunch my brows in a look of defiance and attempt to climb the first step. Holy shit does this hurt. 

As if he can read my thoughts he puts his arm behind my knees and another arm under my arm and carries me up the stairs bridal style. I huff in a pout. As much as I didn’t want him to carry me I can't help but get goose bumps at the closeness that has me pressed against him. Inhaling, I can smell his scent of autumn leaves, freshly brewed coffee and a hint of his Oldspice body wash.

~~

Lydia had me get up early in order to shove a shit ton of balloons into Allisons locker. How she knew today was her birthday I will never know. Lydia has a way to figure out everyone’s secrets. “Happy Birthday!” I cheered as my brother and I walked up to Allison's locker, she looked at me stunned. “It’s your birthday?” My brother asks. He turns to me “Why didn’t you tell me it was her birthday?” I shrug “I don't know. You didn’t ask.”

Looking as if he wants to hit me, my brother turns back to Allison as she explains that she doesn’t like to tell people it's her birthday because she is actually a year older than us. “Everyone always acts surprised when they learn I’m seventeen. Asking me if I was held back, or if I had a baby.” “I just assumed you moved around a lot so you had to repeat a year…” My brother responds sheepishly. Allison slowly turns to face him with a huge smile and leans up to kiss him. 

As much as watching my brother make out with someone should gross me out its actually kind of cute that he finally got a girlfriend. One that I like I might add. I'm happy for him. 

“Uh-What was that for?” My twin breathed out anxiously. “For being literally the only person to ever make the right assumption.” She beamed. “Hey, I also thought that. Are you going to kiss me too?” I joke. My brunette friend looks at me and kisses my cheek. Laughing we start walking to class when my brother speaks up again “That's what you hear all day on your birthday?” She sighs “Every year.” My twin has a mischievous smirk on his face. “Then let's get out of here.” 

After reminding my brother to not forget about parent teacher conferences that he has to go to,  I make my way to chemistry. “Just a friendly reminder-- parent-teacher conferences are tonight! Students below a C-average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment.” He pauses before looking at me “Has anyone seen Mr. McCall?” I shrug my shoulders before getting back to the assignment handed out. 

Mr. Harris tells Jackson that he may be excused if need be and I roll my eyes. I was there too and actually got hurt but whatever. Looking over to my right I watch as Stiles learns over to Danny. “Hey- Danny. Can I ask you a question?:” the boy whispers. “No.” Danny responds quickly. “Well, I’m going anyway. Um, did Lydia show up to your home room today?” “No.” Danny responds short. “Can I ask you another question?” He repeats. Danny lets out a long sigh. “Answers still ‘No’” Stiles ignores this and asks anyways “… Do you find me attractive?” Danny looks over to me and gives me a face to say * Is he for real? * and I start laughing. Then Stiles proceeds to fall out of his chair from being leaned over too far. I bite the inside of my cheek holding in more laughter. 

~~

Stiles insisted I come with him to Lydias to see what all she remembers from last night. Which is fine because I do really want to see how she is doing. She hasn’t texted me all day which is odd. I would have thought she would be bombarding me with questions about how Allison's reaction to the balloons was. Though, I was a little relieved I didn’t have to tell her Allison hated it.

After being greeted at the door by Mrs. Martin, Stiles and I follow her upstairs to Lydia's room. “Honey, Archer and Stiles are here to see you.” Lydia is laying in bed essentially in lingerie. Great… “What the hell is a ‘Stiles’?” My friend asks as she turns on her side to see the new guests in her room. “Archer!” She slurs. “I’m so happy you’re here!” She grabs my arm and pulls me to sit next to her on the bed, Stiles follows suit and sits on her other side looking as awkward as can be. ”What are you two doing here?” 

She reaches up and starts playing with the ends of my hair while staring at them intensely. Oh she is definitely on something. “Uh— We just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” My strawberry blonde friend furrows her eyebrows “Why?” Pulling her hands away from my hair I look in her eyes “because we were worried about you today. You never miss school Lyds.” She gives me a soft sloppy smile before telling us that she feels fantastic. I spot a bottle of pills next to the bed as I nod my head towards it for Stiles to see.

Lydia then starts leaning into Stiles and her head falls into his lap. His face instantly becomes red and his hands shoot up into the air while he takes a sharp inhale of breath…. And I am ready to leave… Watching my best friend put her face in the crotch of the boy I am in love with was NOT on my todo list today.

“I saw…” She whispers once I move her back against her pillows, since Stiles is frozen in place. “What did you see Lyds?” Slowly she responds “A mountain lion.” My eyes widen as I look at Stiles who is still blushing from her face being in such close proximity to his crotch. “Are you sure you saw a mountain lion? Or are you just saying that because that’s what the police told you?” Lydia looks confused as she stares off to the wall behind us. “A mountain lion…” She repeats. I hold up the stuffed giraffe I got her in middle school and ask her what it is. “Mountain Lion” She says again. 

Okay so she is completely out of it.. Got it… “Well, we're gonna go.. Let you get back to the whole post traumatic stress thing..” Stiles says as we get up to leave but her hand reaches out and grabs onto his. “Mmm.. Stay.” She slurs. I look at Stiles who just shrugs his shoulders as I roll my eyes and walk out of her room. If he wants to get hit on by a high Lydia then go for it, but I do not want to be around to watch him get a hard on from my bestfriend. 

She is my best friend but I know her enough to know what Lydia wants Lydia to get. She either doesn't know who he really is or she just doesn't care. Stiles seems all too happy to be around her, I think that's what hurts the most…

Stiles POV

Ar leaves me alone with Lydia and my heart drops… I know she still thinks I like Lydia even though that hasn't been true for years. But I can't tell her that because then she will ask who I have been going crazy over and I don't want to lose her all together.

”M-me? Stay?” I question trying to gently pry my hand from her grip. “Mmm can't tell Biles…” Biles? Does she mean me? Curiously I ask “Can't tell Biles what?” She’s silent for a minute and I think she’s fallen asleep before she speaks up again “About Ar.. It’s a secret…” She lazily puts her finger to her lips. I know I shouldn’t pry especially since it's apparently a secret of Ars’ but I can't help myself, Lydia is Ars’ best friend and probably knows more about her than I do. “What secret?” “About her feelings for-'' before she can finish her phone goes off. She reaches for her phone but it falls to the floor. “Do you want me to get that?” I ask bending down to grab it. Once it's unlocked I see a video on it… A video of the alpha. I deleted it after trying to get ahold of Scott to no avail.

As I make my way out of the house I can't stop thinking about what Lydia was going to say. Ars’ feelings for who? Was she going to tell me before her phone went off? I know she likes someone because she has brought it up a handful of times, but why wouldn't she tell me? 

 

Archer POV

I decided to go with mom to parent teacher conferences since Scott still isn’t back yet and isn’t answering his phone. At least one of her kids should be there with her, plus I know I am doing good in my classes and want to hear all the good things my teachers have to say.. What can I say? I love praise. 

My mom was surprised to learn that Coach is the Econ teacher. “Mm She McCall. Yes, an excellent student and a huge help on the field.” I smile brightly at him. I honestly love helping on the field. It looks good on my college application as well as I get to watch Stiles workout and get all hot and sweaty. It’s a win, win. “I do wish she would rub off some on her brother and the other one.. What's his name? Uh Biles?” I try to hide my laugh as my mom speaks up “You and me both” 

After my conference mom has to go into Scotts alone.. I can't believe he didn’t show up. He’s going to be in so much trouble.. He isn’t doing the best in school, maybe he should be spending more time actually studying with Allison. 

Apparently Mr. Harris was a complete ass to mom which doesn’t surprise me much, but I am still pissed about it. Even more pissed that I couldn’t be there to defend her. Scott is going to get chewed out by more than just mom, that's for sure. 

Standing outside the school with mom I spot Scott and Allison a little bit away from us hiding. Mom is talking to Mr. and Mrs Argent. I hear mom get defensive as Mrs. Argent scolds her “Well, I wouldn’t claim it as a source of pride since your son basically kidnapped my daughter today.” 

Oh hell no. I speak up, tired of people bullying my mom because of Scott’s mistakes. “How do you know skipping wasn’t Alison's idea?” I lie as I obviously know it was Scotts idea. Mrs. Argent glares at me before starting to speak again “My daughter..” Mr. Argent interrupts his wife as Alison and Scott come walking up “is right here.” He gives me and mom sympathetic smiles before ushering Allison in the direction of their car. 

As mom is pulling Scott by the ear as people are screaming and talking about a mountain lion running around the parking lot. During the chaos I see Scott run to Allison, grabbing her to prevent her from being hit by a car. I keep my eyes peeled for signs of the mountain lion.. Or a wolf...  Sheriff Stilinski is standing behind a car looking around and I see the reverse lights come on. Without thinking I run over and push him out of the way, getting hit in the process. “Archer!” I hear him yell. 

Notes:

I have the next three chapters ready to be uploaded as well! Working on chapter 8 now!

Chapter 6: Heart Monitor

Archer POV:

Stiles was at my house early this morning to help me to school. As much as I usually would be happy to have him around 24/7, I am starting to get annoyed with everyone hovering around me. “Stiles, I'm okay. I am just using the crutches because of the bruising for a day or two.” Getting dressed this morning wasnt fun but I opted for a flowy dress, cardigan and some converse. “Ar, you jumped in front of a car to save my dad. You're getting my help whether you want it or not.” I roll my eyes as he takes my books and bag from me as we walk to class.

I sit down at my desk next to Scott as Stiles places my books on my desk and my bag on the ground. He sits in front of me as my brother tries to talk to him. “Still not talking to me?” He asks the boy in front of me who seems to be ignoring him. “Ar is okay. Just a bruise. She only has crutches for a few days.” He pauses for a second giving me a sad look. He sighs before speaking up again “You know I feel really bad about it. I mean, she's my sister.” The boy in front of me still says nothing. 

Scott looks at his friend miserably. “What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?” Of course this gets Stiles’ attention “If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him.” He says sternly. A moment later he speaks up again. “What did he say?” 

~~

At lunch my twin thinks that hiding behind an open text book will keep Allison from noticing him. “Scotty, I think the book is making it more obvious. Besides, she is reading anyway.” Still ducking behind his book he looks to his bestfriend “So, have you come up with a plan yet?” Nodding his head “I think so.” 

Grabbing a fry off of Stiles' tray I look at him expectantly waiting to hear his idea. Before he can tell us my brother speaks up again “So does this mean you don't hate me anymore?” After batting my hand away from trying to steal another fry he looks over to my twin “No, but your shit has infiltrated my life, so now i have to do something about it. Plus, I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek.” 

Scott is nodding his head while trying to stay concealed behind the textbook. “Yeah, you and Ar can teach me.” Smiling Stiles responds “I'll be your Yoda.” Leaning over and nugging my brother's side I imitate Yoda “Your Yoda I'll be.” My brother gives me a disappointed look, as Stiles is staring at me, mouth slightly open “I love you.” He says while I smile brightly. “You're both nerds.” Scott cringed. Glaring Stiles gets up “All right, You know what? I definitely still hate you.” He grabs the book and rips it from my brother's hand taking away his not so hidden hiding spot and while helping me up to go to our next class. 

During free period Stiles drags Scott and I out to the field. Stiles helps me sit on the grass while going over to tie up my brother on the other end and putting the heart monitor he stole from Coach on him (I actually asked to borrow it, but he feels better thinking he's being sneaky). “Coach uses it to monitor heart rate with his phone while he jogs, so you're going to wear it the rest of the day.” My brother looks to Stiles then down to the phone. “Why?” He questions. He isn't the smartest guys, give him a break. 

The buzz cut haired boy starts walking back over to where I’m sitting while explaining to my brother how it works. “Your heart rate goes up when you go wolf right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, when you get angry… Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.” He reasons while picking up the lacrosse stick.

My twin makes a face “So like The Incredible Hulk?” Stiles shrugs and responds “Kind of like The Hulk, yeah.” Smiling brightly my brother repeats “No. I'm like the Incredible Hulk!” Laughing I look at Stiles “I mean he's not entirely wrong.” Stiles looks at me on the ground annoyed. “You, shush.” He threatens pointing the stick at me. Scott mumbles about how this isn't how he wants to spend his free period and Stiles gets ready to shoot the ball at him. “Remember, Don't get angry.” 

After throwing many balls and watching my poor twin struggle Stiles sends a ball straight for his junk. I wince in pain. I may be a girl but even I know that I can't feel good. “AHH! Son of a bitch!” He's leaning over in pain as Stiles looks to me “You know? I think my aim is getting better.” I let out a giggle as he continues to pelt my brother with balls. Scott busts through the tape and has his head down panting at the ground. 

He looks up to us with glowing golden eyes and it disappears. “Scotty. You started to change--” I stated while Stiles reached for my hand to help me up. “From anger. But it was more than that-- It was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.” Stiles seems to be thinking before he responds “So it is anger, Derek's right.” My brother looks down to the ground and mumbles “I can’t be around Allison.” I crunch my eyebrows in confusion. “Why because she makes you happy?” My brother looks sadly back at me “No. Because she makes me weak.” Of course. Blame the women. Women don't make men weak. Weak men make themselves weak and Scott is not weak. 

I wait for the boys outside of the locker room so that Stiles can help me carry my books. What? If he insists on helping me I can at least enjoy the view? Coach is hurrying everyone in class while Scott tries to make Stiles sit behind him. As he goes to do so, Allison runs around and takes the seat leaving the one next to me open. I give my brother a solemn look as I turn around to focus on the lesson. 

I can barely hear Scott and Allison whispering behind me as Coaches voice cuts through. “Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading.” I raise my hand “She McCall, put your hand down. We all know you did the reading. How about… Uh… He McCall.” I turn around to face my brother and see him whip his head up in alarm. “Uh-What?” Come on Scotty. You sat with me and read this… “The reading?” Coach repeats himself. “Uh- last night's reading?” Oh god.. This isn't going to be good. “How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?” My poor brother looks even more confused. “That's sarcasm. Are you familiar with the term ‘Sarcasm’ he McCall?” 

My twin looks at me and his best friend before sighing “Very” Coach looking exacerbated tries again “Did you do the reading or not?” He looks down at his desk “Uh I think I forgot.” Coach rolls his eyes “Nice work, He McCall! It's not like you're not averaging a D in this class.” As if he realizes he is being a dick he back tracks “Come on buddy-- you know I can't keep you on the team if you have a D. How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?” He pauses. “How about you summarize anything you've read in your entire life?” 

I look at Stiles and he shows me the phone. Scotts heart rate is going up fast. “No? A blog? The back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night?” Coach sighs “Thank you, He McCall. Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Next practice you can start with suicide run… Unless that's too much reading.” Still watching the phone we can see my brother's heart rate getting very high but then starting to lower. Looking at Stiles' confusion as to why it started to lower he motions to Scott with his head. Under the table Allison had grabbed his hand, causing him to calm down. 

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After Coach dismisses us for the day we start to get up and Stiles grabs my books for me. I give him a smile, which he returns and looks at my brother. “It's her.” Nodding my head we start to walk out of the classroom. “What do you mean?” My twins asked. “It's Allison, Remember what you told us about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? Protecting her?” I mumble under my breath “Yeah, whatever let your sister ride with Derek but god forbid your girlfriend does.” Stiles gives me a pointed look before continuing. “Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field.” Scott nods along, although I’m not convinced he knows where Stiles is going with this. “Well, that's what brought you back so you could score. And then, after the game, in the locker room, you didn't kill her- at least, not like how you were trying to kill us.”

I turn to my brother as Stiles puts the books I don't need into my locker. “His point is, she brings you back.” Stiles agrees while my twin shakes his head no. “No. That's not always true. Because literally every time I'm kissing her, or touching her--” Stiles interrupts him “That's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?” My brother is looking off past us with a goofy grin. When he doesn't answer right away Stiles asks. “You're thinking about sex right now aren't you?” 

Scott looks at me sheepishly. I furrow my brows in confusion. “I'm sorry..  Did you two have sex?” My brother's face turns red. “Uh-I-Well not yet-” I throw up my hand. “Nope, I don't want to know any details. Just didn't think I would be the last of us to be a virgin.” Stiles looks at me in surprise “You-You’re still a vir-virgin?” Realizing we have gone way off topic I switch it back to my twin. “Look Scotty, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she gives you control. Like she's some sort of anchor.” 

My twin has that love sick puppy face on again “You mean, because I love her?” I smile wide hearing him admit he loves her ‘Yes. Exactly.” Stiles seems to just now rejoin our conversation and impatiently adds “Yeah, that's great. I'm happy for you. Now, moving on.” Scott still seems dazed as we make our way outside. “I- I think I'm totally in love with her.” I cock my head to the side “I hope one day I have a sad sap to love me like you do Allison.” I say manifesting to the universe. “Yeah, yeah, McCall twins focus. Before you go off writing a sonnet. Can we figure this out please? Obviously you can't be around her all the time.” 

I nodded agreeing without our friend. “He's right Scotty, We need a way to test our hypothesis.” Stiles looks at us with a mischievous smile. “Oh no. You have an idea don't you?” my brother looks at him alarmingly. “Yup.” I look at him “Is it going to get him in trouble?” Stiles shrugs his shoulders “Probably.” as we stand by the Jeep, Scotts asks “Is it going to cause me physical pain?” he claps his hands together before leading us further into the parking lot. “Oh yeah, Definitely. Come on!”

Making it to where the seniors park Stiles tells me to stay where I am as he and Scott walk towards the cars. I see Stiles take my brother's keys and scratch all along the length of one of the older boys' trucks. He steps away from my twin and back next to me. “Hey, Hey, Hey dude! What do you think you are doing to that truck, bro!” Oh god this isn't going to be good. An older boy comes up to Scott. “Hey what the hell?!” 

The older boy proceeds to beat the living shit out of my brother as I pray that he can keep it together. Stiles is mumbling under his breath to think about Allison knowing my brother can hear him. After Mr. Harris breaks up the fight and my brother thoroughly looks as though he was mugged when he comes back over to us we all get detention. “Great plan Stiles” I grumble as we make our way BACK into the school.

Mr. Harris ignores my twin's request to leave early for work and looks over to Stiles. “You knew I would heal.” “mhm” Stiles mumbles. “So, you did that to help me learn?” Stiles nods his head. “...But partially to punish me?” Stiles looks up now and faces my brother “Well that one should be obvious.” My twin's face drops “Dude, you’re my best friend. I can't have you being angry with me.” Stiles' face drops in guilt as he sighs “Look, I'm not angry anymore. But you have something Scott. Whether you want it or not, you can do things Ar and I can't. So, that means you don't have a choice anymore. You have to do something…” I smile as my two boys makeup. Fifteen minutes later Mr. Harris excuses us. 

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When Scott gets off work he has Stiles pick us up and head to the school “This is a terrible idea.” I groan from the back seat of the Jeep. “Yeah, I know.” My twin responds. “But we're still gonna do it…?” Stiles challenged. “Can you two think of a better idea?” I look at Stiles and shake my head no as he declares “Personally I am a fan of ignoring the problem until eventually it just goes away…” I purse my lips in agreement and point to him. 

Stiles stops me from getting out of the car as my brother goes to talk to Derek. “Are you sure you want to help? I mean. You just stopped using your crutches.” I put both of my hands on his face to make him pay attention to me. “Stiles. I. Am. Fine.” I make sure to enunciate each word so that he understands. Stiles runs his tongue over his teeth before begrudgingly nodding his head.  “Fine. But promise to stay by me. I don't want you to get hurt again…” He's quiet before adding “Which is something you seem to be doing a lot of lately.” I drop my hands from his face as he moves to let me out of the Jeep. “I will. You can't get rid of me Stilinski. You're stuck with me.” I tease as we make our way to Derek and Scott. 

Once Stiles breaks the lock with his bolt cutters and we all make our way to the office. “Alright, you said that a wolf howls to signal its position to the rest of the pack, right?” Scotts asks again for confirmation. “Right, but if you bring him here, doesn't that make you part of his pack?” Stiles answers his question with another question. “I hope not.” I replied. “Yeah, me too. Alright, All you.” Stiles instructed me to hand my brother the intercom microphone. 

Scott holds the mic up closer to his face and lets out the most embarrassing roar I have ever heard… I try my hardest not to laugh but end up covering my face in Stiles’ shoulder. Derek looks over to us. “You've got to be kidding.” He says in almost disbelief. My brother looks to us for reassurance “that was a howl right?” I am still hiding my face while Stiles chuckled “I- Uh- Yeah, technically.” My brother, looking unconvinced, questions me “Well, what did it sound like to you?” I remove my head and point to myself. “Oh. Me?” I hesitate. I don't want to be mean but I definitely can't lie to him, as we already established he can tell. I sigh “Like a cat being choked to death..” Immediately he starts freaking out. “How do I do this? What should I do?” Stiles steps forward and puts his hands on either side of my brother's shoulders “Hey. Listen to me-- You're calling the Alpha, alright. Be a man. Be a Werewolf, not a Teenwolf . Be a Werewolf.” He pats his shoulders one time and Scott turns back around and howls. 

Derek looking furious shouts “What are you trying to do, call the whole state to the school?” My twin looks like a wounded puppy as he responds “Sorry.. I didn't know it would be that loud.” Stiles is jumping with excitement “Yeah it was loud! That was AWESOME!” Derek looks to Stiles as he is going to kill him “Shut up”. I look over to Derek. “Awe, don’t be such a sour-wolf Derek.” He glares at me and goes back to Scott. “What did you do with Deaton?” Scott questions the older werewolf. “What? I didn't do anything.” We all look at his car and the door is open… And Deaton is gone. 

Notes:

I am two chapters away from being done with Season One! I have chapters 7-9 done and almost done with 10! Might just upload all of them this week. Love all the comments! Also I’m almost at 300 views which may not seem like a lot but I freaked out when I saw it!

Chapter 7: Night School

Archer POV:

We all run into the school after watching Derek get attacked by the Alpha. “Lock it, Lock it” my brother yells after shutting the doors behind us. Stiles, just as frazzled, throws his hands in the air. “Do I look like I have a key?” Scott looks around the hallway. “Well grab something!” Stiles looks around as well and spots something outside. “No.” I exclaim, grabbing Stiles’ arm as he tries to pull away. “Stiles. Don't you dare.” He runs outside and grabs the bolt cutters. “Run, Stiles! Run!” My brother yells seeing the Alpha right behind him. I turn around and cover my face, terrified that he will get attacked and I just can't watch that. When he gets back inside they shove the bolt cutter in the front doors and Stiles grabs my hand from my face pulling me to run with them to one of the classrooms. 

When Stiles and Scott get done barricading the door I walk up to Stiles and start hitting him in the chest “You do not heal. You stupid, idiotic spaz of a boy! What were you thinking! You could have been killed!” Scott has to grab me by the arms and pull me away. The idiot boy looks surprised for a moment before sighing. “I’m sorry, Ar. We needed to lock the doors. But I’m fine. See?” He affirms holding his arms out and spinning around. I glare at him once more before turning to my brother “Is Dr. Deaton.” Stiles comes up behind me and agrees. “Come on Scott. He disappears and things show up! It's second later throwing Derek twenty feet into the air.”My brother looks determined to tell us it's not him. 

“He killed Derek.” Stiles adds and I wince. Derek could be a dick but he was just trying to help, in his own broody, sour-wolf way. “Derek cant be dead.” I whisper sadly, wrapping my arms around myself, chewing on my lip. Sighing loudly my twin looks at us “What do we do now?” I walk over to the window while Stiles tells Scott we should run for it to the Jeep and that he should consider quitting his job. “Uh guys?” I choke out. They are still bickering and I try again “Guys!” I shouted. “Those don't open. The school is climate controlled.” Shaking my head I point to his Jeep. “No. What's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?” Stiles moves to stand behind before getting defensive “What? Nothing is wrong with-” He leans closer into me to get a better look outside. “What the hell…” Hearing Scott yell ‘Watch out’ Stiles grabs me throwing us to the floor, covering my body with his, while something comes flying through the window. 

Looking up I see Stiles face is inches from mine. “Are you okay?” he asks just above a whisper. I nod my head slowly as he helps pull me up. “That's my battery.” He sounds crushed when his Jeep is dented and the battery was thrown at us. “Uh guys. We gotta move.” Scott says looking out the window seeing the Alpha standing outside watching us. “We need somewhere without windows!” Stiles yells while pulling me through the school. “Every single room in this building has widows!” My brother retorts. “The locker rooms. They have fewer windows.” I heave out. 

Making it to the locker room I immediately started panicking. I am having trouble breathing when my brother speaks up “Ar. Calm down, you're okay. Where is your inhaler?” I try to respond but feeling around my pockets I realize I must have dropped it while running around. I wheezed out “I- must- have- dropped.” Scott starts to panic as he searches his pockets as if for some reason he would be carrying his, that he no longer has to use. 

Next to me Stiles holds out an inhaler for me. “Here. Ar take this.” I make a confused face while I grab the small item from his hands and he wraps his arms around me. I take puffs of the inhaler and he holds the back of my head running his hands down my hair. I can barely make out their conversation about getting the keys off Derek's body and taking his car when Scott whispers “ I think I heard something…” When I have finally calmed down I breathe “like what?” My brother suddenly jumps into a locker and shuts the door. Before I can even comprehend what is happening, I'm being pulled into Stiles’ chest as he shuts the locker door behind me.

He was just holding me, calming me down, but this is different. The way he threw us in here has his hand pressed in between my ass and the locker door. His breath is choppy, either from the closeness or the danger that we currently find ourselves in. The heat of his breath is ghosting my cheek as heat starts to pool in my lower stomach. Oh this is so not the time to be turned on, but it's hard not to when he is setting my body on fire with his touch. I risk a glance at his face and our lips are just millimeters away from touching mine for the second time tonight. 

Scott starts whispering for, who we now know is the janitor, to be quiet as we all fall out of the lockers. He is yelling at us to get out as he refuses to listen to us and shoos us out of the locker room. Stiles is again, pulling me around the school. Since we entered the school he has refused to leave my side. Well besides running out the doors to grab the bolt cutters, I'll make sure to remember to yell at him properly for that later. 

Getting to the front doors of the school we try and push our way through but something seems to be pushed in front of it. “The dumpster” my brother concludes. “He pushed it in front of the doors so we couldn't leave.” Stiles adds from my right, holding on tightly to my hand. “Oh god. I’m not dying here. Not at school.” He mumbles anxiously. “I’m going to die a virgin…” I whisper, causing Stiles to whip his head around and stare at me. My brother looks at us confidently and states “We’re not going to die.”                                                                                     

“Derek said we are stronger in a pack.. He wants me.” Of course he does.. Why wouldn’t he? I mean all he did was turn you! “Oh, great. A psychotic Werewolf who’s into teamwork. That's just great.” Stiles snides sarcastically. 

We ran into a classroom and trapped the Alpha inside. And it seemed to be going well, that is until Stiles decided that he needed to tease the fuckin thing through the window in the door causing it to jump up into the ceiling… Yes, the ceiling.. How is this my life right now? 

Running away from where we hear it following us Scott stops us. “Do you hear that?” He asks us, as if we too, had were hearing. “Hear what Scotty?” I decided to ask “It sounds like… like a phone ringing.” His head whips the other direction, before he starts running he tells us that it sounds like Allison's phone. Why the hell is she here?? My brother takes my phone and calls Allison off of it. “No, it's me. Where are you?” I hear my brother whisper into the phone. “Where are you right now?” He asks again. “Where? Where are you exactly?” I can hear my twin getting frustrated having to ask the same question multiple times. “Get to the lobby. Now.” He orders before hanging up the phone and handing it back to me. 

We find Allison in the lobby of the school completely oblivious to the danger that is currently roaming around in the ceiling. “Why did you come here?” My brother asked urgently, lightly running his hands down the side of her face. “… Uh because you asked me to?” He stops his movements “I asked you to? What? Allison, I still don't have a phone.” Stiles decided to interrupt “Did you drive here?” He rushed out. “Uh, no. Jackson did.” Jesus, who else is here? “And Lydia is here too somewhere.” Oh this is just perfect. 

After meeting up with everyone in the cafeteria Scott and Jackson start barricading the doors. Stiles keeps repeating for them to stop but I think that I am the only one listening. “Will you help me? The chairs— stack the stairs.” My brother instructs the other girls when I turn my attention to what Stiles is trying to say. “Guys- Can we please just wait a second.” Looking to the giant row of windows Stiles is desperately trying to point out, I call out “Scotty. Stop!” I get his attention and he looks over.

Stiles waves his arms out to showcase the wall of windows “Nice work everyone. But what are we going to do about this giant twenty foot wall of windows?!” I hear Allison and Lydia start crying. “Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?” She wails looking over to Scott. Stiles speaks up slowly “Somebody killed the janitor.” Lydia looks up at us now “What!?” Jackson moves to stand in front of Allison protectively. Weird.. but okay. “What? Who killed him?” He demands 

All three new people started panicking at once as I’m pulled back into Stiles. Everyone panicking is only making me more anxious and luckily for me Stiles can tell. He holds my hand rubbing soothingly with his thumb. “… If we go out there he is going to kill us.” I only hear this last bit my brother says before Allison asks “Who’s going to kill us?” Scott obviously could only think of one person at the moment and of course he goes with “Derek. Derek Hale.” I tense my body as my brother makes up a story as to all the people Derek has murdered. 

Jackson steps closer to me and Stiles, demanding that we call the cops. Now his hand tenses in mine. Stiles doesn’t waste a second before responding. “No.” Jackson looks at us dumbfounded. “What do you mean no?” “I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish?” He waits a second before saying no again, in what he thinks is a Spanish accent. “Derek has killed three people already. Who knows what he is armed with.” He tries to reason with them. “Your dad is armed with the entire Sheriff's department!” Lydia holds the phone up to her ear “I’m calling.” 

I make a move to go to her but Stiles has my hand locked in with his. “Lydia, will you just wait a second?” After explaining where we are she gets hung up on. “They hung up on me..” She looks down at her phone in disbelief. “She said they got a tip warning them that there are going to be prank calls about a break-in at the school and that if I call again they will trace the call and have me arrested.” Lydia begins to cry and Allison tells her to call again. “No, they won't trace a cell. And they’ll send a car to your house before the send anyone here.” Stiles explains to the group. 

Scott, Stiles and I are huddling at the opposite end of the room. Everyone just needs to calm down for us all to make it out of here alive. “Okay, assheads, plus Ar. New plan. Stiles calls his useless father and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?” My brother sighs and looks to stiles “He's right. Tell him the truth is you have to. Just, call him.” Stiles doesn’t budge “I’m not watching my father get eaten alive Scott.” 

Jackson starts charging at Stiles, not happy with his response. “All right, give me the phone.” Jackson grabs onto Stiles shoulder. Stiles lands a punch directly to Jacksons jaw causing him to fall to the ground. Stunned that the worst lacrosse player on the team was able to knock Jackson to the ground, I looked over to him. “Stiles. Maybe we should call your dad, I mean maybe the sirens will scare him off?” He looks at me a moment before slightly nodding and calling his dad.

When Sheriff Stilisnki doesn't answer, he suggests that we head through the kitchen up the stairwell and into the Science classroom that has a door to the roof. “The Janitor has a key.” My brother told us, once we are all safely inside. “You mean his body has it.” Scott looks to Stiles and I “I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood.” My mouth hangs open slightly as if I cannot believe what my brother is suggesting “Well, Gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else have you got?” My twin looks at me determinedly, “I'm getting the key.” 

“There's got to be something else.” Stiles adds while we are all standing around the front desk of the classroom. “We are going to build a fire bomb.” looking at lydia I know where her mind is “Self-igniting?” She smiles at me “Exactly.” 

After Jackson and Lydia get done making the Molotov Cocktail, Allison and my twin are quietly arguing by the door. “Somebody has to do something.” He looks pointedly at me and stiles referencing what Stiles said the other day “ you don't have a choice anymore. You have to do something”. I walk over to Scott and give him a big hug. Pulling back slightly I try and focus my gaze on my face, fighting the tears that are trying to come out. “I'll come right back. I'll be okay.” He tries to reassure me. I let a few stray tears fall and I cried “Promise?” A small smile plays at the corner of his mouth, he holds up his pinky. “Pinky.” Allison is still begging him not to leave as he walks out the door. I stand there frozen, as if my best friend in the world just walked to his death. 

Stiles came up beside me, locked the door and led me over to sit with him on the desk. I am chewing on my lip as well and picking at my fingers trying to keep my breathing under control. Stiles' hand comes to rest on top of mine. Allison is still freaking out as Jackson walks over to calm her down. Rubbing his hands down her back and whispering that everything will be okay. I move my gaze to Stiles slightly and we both make the same confused face. Why the hell is he comforting Allison and not Lydia?

Lydia is looking down at the table of chemicals that she used for the cocktail when she looks over to Jackson “Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid--it won't ignite if it's not.” I get up to see that the bottle doesn't look open. I walk over to Jackson and he scoffs at Lydia “I gave you exactly what you asked.” He snarks. Getting right in his face I push him a bit “You better hope to god you did. If my brother dies because of your idiocy, I will kill you myself.” Stiles comes up and pulls me slightly away to sit back on the other side of the room.

Ten minutes later we see movement out in the hall and the door starts rattling. Allison starts calling for my brother as we hear a snap just outside the door, then the figure is gone. 

Sheriff Stilinski got Stiles' car and brought the whole station down. My body is still shaking with adrenaline or fear as Stiles puts his arms around me to try and calm me down. Scott has been telling Sheriff Stilinski about the Janitors body and where to find it and comes back over to us. I let go of Stiles and wrap my arms around my brother. After letting go I glare at the both of them. “Never. And I mean never do anything like that again.” I am happy they are okay but they are both stupid and suicidal apparently. 

While Stiles gets excited about us outlasting the Alpha, Scott interrupts him “When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?” Stiles and I frown “Well then how come we're still alive?” The boy next to me asks. “It wants me in its pack, But I think, first, I need to get rid of my old pack.” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Old pack?” My brother looks to me, then to Stiles. “Jackson, Lydia, Allison, You two ..” Stiles and I are in shock as my brother continues “He wants to kill you. But he wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part.” Stiles opens and closes his mouth exhaustively. “How the holy hell is that not the worst part?” he yells, throwing his arms in the air. Looking at us nervously my brother hesitates. “Because when he made me shift I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you.” 

Scott is talking to Allison and the anger from the stunt Stiles pulled earlier has taken over. I storm over to where he is talking to his father and I ask him to excuse us. Pulling Stiles away so that we are standing alone, my jaw clenches in anger. My brows knit together as I glare at him, my eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and concern.

"Why on earth did you have to be so reckless, Stiles?" I snapped. "Risking your life like that when we were in the school, didn't you think about how it would affect everyone around you? Do you even care about your own safety?" I push him slightly, just enough to emphasize my anger. Stiles' expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Ar, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to keep us safe." he explained, his voice tinged with regret. “You're human . You don't get to just run out into danger like that. You don't get to just leave me , like that.” I move to push him again but he stops me by grabbing my wrists and pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, Ar. I’m okay.” he whispers into the top of my head and kisses my hair. 

Pulling away my brother walks up to us with his head hung low. “She says she can't trust me.” He takes a deep breath, “and then she broke up with me.” he mumbled.

Notes:

I’m so close to being done with Season 1! Thank you for all the kudos!

Chapter 8: Lunatic

Third Person POV:

Swiping a bottle of whiskey Stiles stole from his dad, He drags Scott out onto the Preserve for some good, old fashioned, post-break up drinking. “Tell me again why I had to sneak out and not tell Ar where we were going? You know I hate lying to her.” His best friend complains as they get to the clearing. “Because, when your friend gets dumped-'' Stiles starts before Scott butts in and grumbles “I didn't get dumped. We are taking a break.” Stiles thinks to himself * Is there even a difference? * “Ah, yes. Well gets told by his girlfriend that they are taking a break… You get your best friend drunk. Just the boys.” The energetic boy grins, clapping his friend on the back and finding a rock to lean against as he cracks open the bottle. 

Many sips later and Stiles is starting to feel euphoric. “Dude, you know.. She's just one.. One girl. You know, there's plenty of other girls in the sea..” Scott looks at his drunk friend irritably “Fish in the sea.” Letting out a very unmanly giggle, his friends responds “Fish?!” He exclaims “Why the hell are you talking about fish? I’m talking about girls... I love girls. I love, especially ones with dirty blonde hair, green eyes that sometimes look blue in the sun, five-foot-five, even though she likes to say she's five-six and a half…” 

Confused, Scott looks to his friend again, “That doesn't sound like Lydia.” Stiles sits up and scrunches his eyebrows at his friend “Lydia? I like Lydia-- but I’m not talking about Lydia, I'm talking about your--'' He hiccups then forgets what he was about to say. Scott looking excitedly at him finishes for him “About my sister?” If people could get heart eyes in real life the spaztic boy would definitely have them “Archer…” he purred.

Scott already knows that Archer likes Stiles because he may or may not have looked through her diary once. To be fair it looks like a normal notebook, plus they don't keep secrets from each other. “Stiles, do you like my sister?” This is news to Scott. His friend has always had a problem talking to girls, especially pretty ones that flirt. But he was almost certain that his friend had never caught on to Archer's feelings. Just thought of it as teasing or playful flirting. Stiles picks his head up and squints his eyes in hopes that it will combine all three of the Scots that he's seeing into one Scott. “Are you not drunk?” Sighing and looking up at the stars the werewolf responds “I'm not anything.” 

Stiles feels bad for his friend. He had got everything he wanted and one thing he didn't. He became a werewolf. If that's not bad enough now there is an Alpha who wants them all dead. “Come on, dude. I know it feels bad… Well I don't know. But I know that as much as being broken up with hurts, being alone is way worse.” the boy thinks about what he just said for a second then adds “That didn't make any sense... I need another drink.” But before Stiles can reach for the bottle it is picked up by three older kids from their school. They start antagonizing the werewolf and his friend. After some back and forth Scott starts to get angry and growl at the older boys, throwing the bottle at a three and it shatters against a tree. As if the idea of his friend murdering three other kids makes him sober, Stiles pulls him away and leads him back to the car. “Okay, Please tell me if that was because of the breakup… Or 'cause tomorrow is a full moon?”

 

Archer POV:

Rolling out of bed I get up to brush my teeth. I hear mom and Scott talking in his room so I join them from our Jack and Jill bathroom. “I don't care about your breakups mom. I am going to get her back.” my brother dismisses her irritably. I move to sit on the bed looking at him sympathetically as our mom leaves the room feeling defeated, mumbling something about disastrous relationships. I know he's upset but it's a full moon tonight, so I need to try and make him feel better so he doesn't bite anyones head off… Literally.  “She still likes you, you know?” I insist as he throws the covers off of his head. Sitting up in bed, he stares as if he's trying to tell if I'm lying. “How do you know? Did you talk to her?” he beamed hopefully. A sad smile etches across my face. “Yes.. but not about you.” Deflated he flops back into bed. He looks awful, his eyes are bloodshot, his room is a disaster and I don't even know when the last time he showered was, but from the smell it was more than a couple days. 

I know Allison still likes him. You don't just stop liking someone within a couple days. Especially if you're those two. “Do you remember when we were in fourth grade, you and Stiles were wrestling and he tripped and smashed my Barbie Dream house?” He lets out a small laugh at the memory. “You threw a huge fit. Told him you hated him and that you were not friends anymore…” Stiles had picked up all the pieces and brought them home with him and begged his dad to help him fix it for me. I chuckle a little at the memory. “Yes, I did. But you know what? I forgave him. And I still like him. Even more now.” I pull my brother up to a sitting position again. Grabbing his hand I give it a reassuring squeeze. “I don't need Allison to tell me she still likes you. I just know.” 

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The pep talk I gave my brother at home only lasted just long enough for him to shower, get dressed and go to school. As we walk into Mr.Harris' class he stops in front of Allison trying to figure out something to say to her.. Watching his face drop when she ignores  him breaks my heart a little. Mr. Harris’ announces that we have a quiz, he explains twenty-five percent of our grade comes from just putting our name on the little blue booklet. Ten minutes into the test Scott jumps out of his seat and runs out of class. To my left I see Stiles get up and follow him out. Fuck. I guess I can always retake the test… I grab both of their bags and mine do the same ignoring Mr. Harris calling our names. 

I find Stiles and Scott in the boys locker room sitting in the showers. “I can't…” I hear my brother say over a ragged breath. “Scotty, what's happening? Are you changing?” I drop the bags and run over to him. “No. No. I can't breathe.” Gasping for breath he started panicking looking all around the room. I move to sit closer to him. Stiles digs through my bag handing me my inhaler to give to my twin. “Here Scotty.” He gives me a scared and confused look as he takes the inhaler from me with encouragement from Stiles, and takes a couple puffs. 

I lean back on my heels as Scotts breathing starts to slow. He leans back against the shower wall and looks to his friend. “I was having an asthma attack?” He questions after he has calmed down enough. Stiles moves to sit next to me, stretching his long legs out on either side and bending at the knee. “No, you were having a panic attack, but thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack.” He lights out a breathy laugh and adds “Irony..” 

Scott seems to be considering what his friend explained before asking “How did you know to do that?” I give Stiles a sorrowful smile “I used to get them after my mom died… Ar used to help me through them. Not fun, huh?” He admitted. My poor brother looks drained as he tells us that he feels as if he was hit in the ribs with a hammer. “That's heartbreak Scotty..” I say sorrowfully while I give his hand a squeeze. “Only about two billion songs have been written about it.” I scowl at the boy sitting next to me. My brother has a glum expression and sighs “I can't stop thinking about her.” It hurts me so much to see my brother in this much pain. 

“I mean, yeah you got dumped. It's supposed to suck.” Apparently consoling someone after a heartbreak isn't Stiles forte. Good to know. “It was as if I could feel everything in the room-- everyone else's emotions.” Scott reveals while he looks down at his hands. “It's got to be the full moon. So, we'll lock you up in your room as planned.” “I think we need to do more than just lock me in my room.” Stiles and I share a curious glance before looking back over to my brother, who seems to be even more anxious than before “Because if I get out… I think I might kill someone.” Oh. Fantastic. 

Stiles POV:

I am digging through my gym locker as Coach is listing off the new first line members. “...Taylor and uh… Oh for the love of crap I can't even read my own writing. What is that an S? No, that's a B? That’s a B. Rodriguez, Taylor and uh, Bilnski.” I pump my fist in the air excitedly as Scott pipes up from beside me “Stilles..” I turn and glare at my best friend “It’s Biles. Call me Biles or I swear to God, I'll kill you.” I grit out. Coach goes on to explain that there will be co captains. Jackson and Scott. Walking out into the hallway, I grab my friend's shoulders, slightly shaking him back and forth. Seeing that he still has a sour look on his face I look puzzled. “How are you not freaking out! I'm freaking out for you!” Scott grabs my arms and drops them from his shoulders. “What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there.” He grits out. I stop in my tracks and turn to my werewolf friend “Wait, You can smell jealousy?” He has never mentioned this new power before. “Yeah, it's like the full moons turned everything up to ten.” 

I spot Ar down at the end of the hall and she's talking to Isaac. Curious, I ask “Can you pick up other stuff, like I don't know… desire?” Isaacs is blushing as Ar laughs at something that he said. What is he saying that's so funny? “What do you mean desire?” Scotts voice brings me back to the conversation. “Uh, you know. Like..” I clear my throat  “Uh, sexual desire.” Ars’ laugh booms down the hall again “Sexual desire?” Scott clearly is not following what I am asking. How else can I phrase it? “Yeah, sexual desire! Lust, passion, arousal?” She grabs onto his arm and nods her head. What are they talking about? 

“From…?” I see Scott follow my line of sight out of the coroner of my eye. “From Ar? You want me to see if my sister has the scent of sexual desire… towards Isaac ?” He turns to face me now with the look of disgust and confusion. Whipping my head back towards him “What? Isaac? No..” I'm about to give up as I see Ar walk out the doors toward the field with Isaac when her brother speaks again “From Ar to you? You like my sister?” 

Well this isn't how I wanted to tell him but.. Here it goes “Yes. From Ar to me..” His face is unreadable as I continue “Look.. I know you are very protective of her.. But lately I have started liking her more than a friend.. M-more than I do Lydia-- If you don't want me to do anything about it then I won't.. But I would never do anything to make her uncomfortable, or hurt her in any way. But If I have a chance with her I just want to know..” Scott looks to be weighing his next words carefully before speaking “Why don't you just ask her…?” I'm about to go on a tangent when I replay his words in my head. “Wait. You're not mad?”

He laughs a little as he starts walking down the hall “Well you kinda already told me the other night. Remember? ‘ I love especially ones with dirty blonde hair, green eyes that sometimes look blue in the sun’” he mocks. “Plus I could smell jealousy on you , while she was talking to Isaac.” My mouth drops open vaguely remembering the conversation we had the other night while we were drinking. “Okay, will you just… Please, ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out..” He sighs and rolls his eyes annoyed “Fine.”  “I love you! You're the best friend ever!” I shout back to him as I walk outside towards the field. 

Archers POV:

I'm sitting on the players bench while talking to Coach when Stiles drops his stuff off next to me. I get up and wrap my arms around his neck giving him a hug. “Oh my god! First line! That's so exciting! Congratulations!” I squeal, after a moment he wraps his arms around me too. Stiles is not the best person on the team by any means. But I've always thought he was better than Greenberg… Once he lets go, he has a goofy grin and I can see a blush rising from his neck to his cheeks. “Thanks. Have you seen Scott? He got co-caption!” I look around to find my brother as Coach comes up to me asking if I will walk back to his office and grab his plays that he forgot in his office. The door is closed and the lights seem to be off but when I open the door I see my brother making out with Lydia against the Coaches desk. “Oh my god. What the hell!” I shout, turning on the light as Lydia pushes away from my brother. He has an evil smirk on his face as Lydia gives him a flirty wave and walks past me ignoring my gaze. “Scott what the hell?! How could you do that to Stiles and Allison?!” 

My twin rolls his eyes at me and tries to push past me “Whatever” he grunts, but I stop him from passing me. “Scott. Seriously. He's your best friend. That's her best friend. That's my best friend!” He flashes his glowing golden eyes at me. “Yeah, exactly. He's my best friend. Mine ! The only reason he even talks to you is because he has to. Because you're my sister. You're just Scott McCalls sister.” He spits at me with the most hatred I have ever seen from him. My heart drops and my head hangs low as tears start to prick my eyes. “That's just the full moon talking.” My brother lets out an annoyed huff “No, Archer. It isn't and I am sick of listening to you constantly talk about your stupid crush.” With that he pushes past me bumping my arm in the process. I stayed in Coaches office for a minute to try and stop the tears, but I couldn't stop them from flowing. I grab the clip board with the plays and head out to the field to look for Coach. Ignoring my brother on the bench next to Stiles, I walk up to Coach, give him the clipboard and start to walk home. I don't want anyone to see me crying, especially Stiles. 

I should have known it was stupid to get my hopes up about Stiles having feelings for me. Maybe he does only hangout with me because I'm Scott's sister.. 

~~

The door slams shut, waking me from my nap. When I got home I went straight to my room, washed off all my makeup, threw my hair into a bun, changed into one of Scott's old hoodies, a pair of shorts and fell asleep. Crying always makes me tired. It was just the full moon. It's what I keep telling myself. That's why he is acting like a complete ass. I repeat like a mantra, because unfortunately his words really did hurt me. Is that really how he feels? Is that really how Stiles feels? I hear footsteps up the stairs and a head pop in the doorway. “Hey, Did you still want to help?” Stiles hesitated by the door. I peer up at him through my lashes. “Uh--Yeah. Yeah. I do.” I say trying to convince myself that I do, in fact, want to be around my brother. Nodding he opens the door wider as I get up from my bed and walk past him into Scott's room. 

The door is open and the lights are off so when we walk in a couple feet, we get the shit scared out of us once we see Scott sitting in his chair in the corner of the room. “You scared to shit out of me. Your mom said you were not home yet.” Stiles falters as he stops his movements. Scott's face is devoid of emotion as he looks from Stiles to me. “I came in through the window.” What the hell. Why does he look like he is about to kill us? Oh right.. because he probably is... 

Stiles walks further into the room and places the bag down with all the stuff he brought to keep Scott chained up. Still devoid of emotion Scott looks down into the bag and back to his friend “I'm fine. I'm just going to lock the door and go to bed early tonight.” My brother explains leaning back into the chair. “Are you sure about that? Because you have this whole serial killer vibe going on in your eyes. I'm hoping it's just the full moon taking effect cause it's really starting to freak me out.” My brother just continues to ignore him as Stiles starts pulling things out of the duffle bag. Once Scott's eyes land on the items in the bag, it's as if you can feel the anger coming off of him. “You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me like a dog?” He growls out. 

Luckily Stiles had a plan because Scott doesn't seem to care if he kills us or not. “Actually no..” Stiles is quick to click one side of the hand cuffs to Scott wrist and the other to the radiator in the room. Scott pulls at the cuffs trying to break free. With his eyes glowing gold he barks at Stiles “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Stiles has backed away to stand near me by the door. “Protecting you from yourself… and giving you some payback for whatever you said to make Ar leave at the beginning of practice to come back here and cry alone. Oh and for making out with Lydia.” 

Stiles left me to watch my brother while he uses the bathroom and gets some water for him. As soon as he was out of ear shot my brother spoke up “Do you really think that he wants you?” Scott groans out. Rattling the handcuff against the metal rod keeping him in place. “He only talks to you because you’re the only girl who gives him attention. But you're not the one he wants, now are you? You’re just the one that's there, the one that makes him feel good about himself.” He spits, giving me a disgusted look. “You think flirting with Stiles or with Issac will make them want you?” He huffs out an evil laugh. “As soon as someone less insecure and needy comes around they will leave you, just like dad did.” Tears strain my eyes as I try to ignore the pang of hurt in my chest. Scott and I tell each other everything, the fact that he’s using my insecurities against me is devastating. “You’re pathetic Ar.” 

When Stiles comes up to stand next to me and sets the bowl with Scotts name on it down in front of him, enraged, my brother picks up the bowl and throws it at us, hitting the wall and getting water on us. ”I WILL KILL YOU!” Stiles looks to his best friend with an exasperated sigh “You're taking your anger out on Ar and it's not okay. I don't think you realize what a complete dumbass, piece of shit brother you're being right now.” Scott gets a menacing look on his face while moving as close to us as the handcuffs will allow, completely ignoring Stiles’ presence, glaring directly at me. “You will always be the second best Ar. Second to Lydia and second to me. Stiles? Wants Lydia. The best grades? Lydia. More popular? Lydia. Stiles' best friend? Me. Moms favorite child? Me. You're always going to be second.” 

Staring into my brother's eyes has me frozen in place. My brother has never been cruel to me. He has always been my best friend. This version of him is someone I never wanted to meet, because he's telling the truth that I don't want to face. I will always come in second to Lydia and him. Stiles grabs me by the waist and ushers me out the door and shuts it behind him. I slowly fall back into the wall and drop down and bring my knees to my chest. Not able to hold the tears back anymore I let them fall freely down my face. I feel a body sit next to me on the floor and pull me into them. My head is on his chest as he strokes my hair, not saying a word just letting me cry. 

I awake sometime later from movement underneath me. At some point I must have fallen asleep as my head is now in Stiles lap. “Please let me out. It's the full moon I swear. You know I would never say any of that if it wasn't. It's Allison breaking up with me… It's killing me. I feel completely hopeless.” I feel Stiles take in a pained breath of air “I cant..” then followed by a roar and more clanging from the cuffs. 

I've moved from my position in his lap, to sitting next to Stiles. It's been quiet since he roared. Stiles asks if my brother is okay, when he doesn't receive an answer he gets up and opens the door to find the room empty and the handcuffs broken on the ground. We both agreed that it's best if I don't come with him to look for my brother… He was only angry with me and Stiles didn't want something bad to happen if he was to find me while still running around wolfed out. So after he left, I took a hot bath and crawled into bed and read a few chapters of my book before eventually letting sleep take me. 

Notes:

I have two more chapters to write then I’m done with season one! I so badly just want to write season 3 forward. But I digress.

I may or may not have started writing another fic tho. But with a OC Stilinski X Liam Dunbar.

Help me I have no control.

I love to hear from everyone what did you like? What didn’t you like? I love the feedback!

Chapter 9: Wolf’s Bane

Archer POV:

I haven't talked to Scott since yesterday. I have been able to ignore every single one of his attempts to talk to me. I woke up early so that I could have mom drive me to school under the ruse that I have a project due, when in reality I went to the library to study with Isaac. He comes to school early everyday so he doesn't have to be at home any more than he has to be. I know that his dad hits him.. He's never specifically told me, but when he comes to school with bruises and won't it's always “I fell”, it's pretty easy to put the pieces together. I’ve offered for him to come stay at my house when he needs to, but he always refuses not wanting to get me in trouble. 

When first periods started I was able to duck into the classroom and sit far away from our usual seats before Scott could stop me. He is my brother, and I love him, but I'm still replaying all the things he said to me in my head. Full moon or not, the things he said to me really hurt me. So, I plan to let him stew in his guilt and grovel for my forgiveness.

When the bell rings for lunch, I quickly pack up my stuff and try to bolt to my next class but I hear Lydia's voice that slows my movements. “Ar!” I’m still a little mad at her for making out with my brother, so I keep moving through the sea of students, intent on ignoring her. “Ar!” I hear her call again. “Archer May!” She yells as she finally grabs onto my wrist. “Please. Just a minute.” I turn to look at her and her face looks riddled in guilt. “You get two minutes.” I sigh as my strawberry blonde friend pulls me into an empty classroom. 

She's wringing her hands together as she paces a short way in front of me. “Look, I want to apologize for yesterday. I should have never made out with Scott.. I was just mad at Jackson for being so protective and flirty with Allison when we were locked in the school. I wanted to make him mad.. I didn't stop to think how it would make you feel. For that I really am sorry. You're my best friend Archer.. I can't have you hating me.” I study her for a moment, Lydia almost never apologizes… for anything... Her making out with my brother had less to do with me being upset with her and more of me being mad at Scott. I cross my arms over my chest and sigh. “It's okay Lyds… I’m more upset with Scotty anyways and we both know I am going to forgive him eventually too.” She lets out a sigh of relief and wraps me in a hug. “I love you, you know?” I return her hug and hum in agreement. 

When she pulls away though, she still looks a little sad. “What's wrong Lyds?” She looks behind me before quickly looking back at me. “You just forgave me and I don't want you to be mad at me again… But he begged me to help him...” With that she runs out of the classroom as I turn around and face my brother. I move to go towards the door but I see Stiles standing on the other side of it. Turning around to face my brother I cross my arms and glare at him. “What do you want, Scott?.” I can see the hurt of me not calling him by his nickname, as it flashes through him. “Archer, I've been looking for you all morning. Please. Talk to me.” I squint my eyes and wave my hand in the air to tell him to continue. “Ar.. You have to know what I said last night wasn't true. I didn't mean it. I was just angry and frustrated with everything that's been happening and I took it out on you.” His voice wavers and he bows his head. “You have to know how important you are to me.. You will never be second to me. You're always my first. Even above Stiles.” 

I hear a grumble from the other side of the door and try to hide my smile. “Ar. You're my sister, my best friend for life and nothing will ever change that. I will always need you.” As I chew my lip, debating. Then, I looked into his eyes. “Well, it sure didn't feel like that last night.” I doubted. “It hurt, Scott. To have you of all people agree with all my insecurities. I always feel like I’m not good enough, like I'm always your guys’ shadow.” His face falls and he walks over to me to pull me into a hug. “I never want you to feel like you're not good enough. You're more than good enough. You're amazing, and I'm lucky to have you as my sister and I love you. Please forgive me.. I need you.” Not wanting to get all emotional at school again I pull away and grab his hands. “Okay, fine. You're forgiven.” Scott's face breaks out into a huge grin as he holds up his pinky to me. “Promise?”  I give a sincere smile before linking my pinky with his “Pinky.” From the hallway we can hear Stiles behind the door “Aww, how sweet! Can we go to lunch now?” 

~~

I slap Stiles on the shoulder. “What the hell do you mean you guys went on a car chase with Derek?! What the hell were you two thinking?!” Stiles looks sheepishly at me “and Jackson knows that Scotts are a werewolf.” My jaw drops as I look at my twin. “And he wants Scott to turn him.” Stiles adds while taking a bite of his apple. I cross my arms over my chest “I can never leave you two alone can I?” Stiles smiles with a bite still in his mouth while he smugly suggests I ask Scott what happened during the last period with Allison. Turning back to my twin he has a guilty look on his face. “I may have made Allison leave class crying.” he explains, hanging his head down on the table. Okay. It's official. These boys can't do anything without me ever again. 

I lean over the table and smack him on the head. He looks up to me with a shocked expression. “I may have sent her photos of us from when we were together.” I looked at him with confusion “Why the hell would you do that?” He looks quickly to Stiles who moves to sit farther away from me as he throws his hands in the air in surrender. “We need her necklace. I told him to reconnect with her, but I definitely did not tell him to do that!” Rolling my eyes at the two boys I think for a second before asking the obvious question “Why don't you just ask for it?” He's playing with his fingers and looks back to me with a pained expression “She told me not to talk to her… At all..” 

Stiles finishes his apple and tosses the core into the trash can near us. “Okay, plan B. Just steal the stupid thing.” As I looked around the room I spotted Jackson staring a hole in my brother's head… What the hell? It looks like he's talking to someone. “Guys. He's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me, just talk to me. Act like nothing's happening.” My eyes snap from Jackson to my brother. “What?” Stiles and I say at the same time. “Say something, anything. Talk to me!” He whispers-shouts at us. Trying to think of literally anything I can say to my brother I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Isaac Lahey asked me if I was going to the winter formal.” Scotts eyes bulge and shoot to Stiles as Stiles spits his drink out in front of him. I thought that only happened in movies, But apparently the thought of being asked to the formal is truly shocking. Suddenly very self conscious I start chewing my lip and picking at my nails. I look at Scott “I uh. I told him I wasn't sure I was going to go.” I turned to look at Stiles but he avoided eye contact. “He's gone..” I say shifting uncomfortably in my seat letting Scott know that Jackson has left the cafeteria. 

~~

“... then he spit his drink out. I mean, is the idea that someone asked me out that shocking?” Lydia is touching her hair up in the mirror that hangs on her locker door as I have my back against the one next to her. “No. It's not. Honestly, I am surprised not more people have asked you. But I guess that's because you only ever hangout with Me, Allison, Scott, Stiles or Isaac.” I grunt in frustration. “I was really hoping that Stiles would ask me. I mean, I have been flirting nonstop. Maybe he was just trying to get closer to you...” Lydia shuts her locker and faces me “Or maybe, he doesn't know your flirting with him. I mean he obvi--” 

She stops talking when she reads something on her phone then suddenly she is searching the hall. Once she finds who she's looking for she quickly walks down the hall. Following her, she stops to shove her phone in Jackson's face. “Jackson! This little text? Not Funny.” patronizingly Jackson responds “No. I wasn't trying to be funny. I would have put a ‘Haha’ at the end of it--” He points to her phone “See no ‘Haha’” Lydia hold her phone in front of her again as she starts to read the text aloud “Lydia, please give me back my spare house key at your earliest convenience, as we are no longer dating.” 

Shocked, my eyes land on Jackson who has a fake look of concern on his face “You didn't lose it did you?” I grab hold of Lydia's arm gently “Lyds come on. Let's just go.” but she pulls her arm back from me “What the hell is this? Are you breaking up with me?” She may be small but she is terrifying when she needs to be. “Well, Lydia, in preparation for some big changes.” His eyes meet mine as if I am supposed to know what the hell he is talking about. “I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life… And you're the deadest.” My eyes widen as I look between the two causing a scene in the middle of the hallway. “Dumping actually. I'm dumping you Lydia.” 

He starts to walk away chuckling to himself as Lydia grabs the back of his jacket and pulls him back some. She raises her voice some to make sure everyone hears her “Dumped by the co -captain of the lacrosse team? I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that!” Jackson gives a shrug of his shoulders and blows a kiss at her mockingly. “Seconds, actually! Seconds!” She yells back at him as we stand there in the hallway. Did he really just do that?

~~

A couple hours after school I get a text from Stiles asking if I want a ride to the lacrosse game. It starts in three hours but It would be nice to not have to walk to the school, since mom is at work with her car and I have no idea where Scott is. I send back a yes with a smiley face and tell him I just need to shower and get dressed. Putting on a black skater skirt, white tank top, and maroon knee high socks that will match Scotts practice jersey I plan to steal before the game. 

I walked to the Stilinski house. It was still warm outside and Stiles only lives a couple blocks away. Without knocking I open Stiles' door in hopes to find him in a state of undress, as he did to me a few nights ago. Much to my disappointment he's fully clothed and Derek is here? “Ar, no knock? What if I was naked?!” He shouts from his chair while flailing his arms around. Putting on the sweetest smile I can I purr “That's what I was hoping for.” I send him an innocent smile watching his face turn beet red “You-I-Wha-?” I let out a giggle and plop down next to Derek, as he tries and fails to cover a laugh at Stiles awkwardness. “What no threat to my life?” halting his laughter, he clenches his jaw and turns away from me. “Sorry about that.” I smile and pat his back “No big deal. Just don't do it again or I will kill you .” I smile and turn back to Sties who is still red in the face. “So. What the hell is going on now?

After explaining to me that Derek broke into his house they are trying to figure out who the alpha is. Tracing the text message is the plan that they’ve come up with. Danny shows up thinking that he and Stiles are going to study and is immediately disappointed when Stiles tries to blackmail him into helping us. “You want me to do what?” Danny looks both offended and confused. “Trace a text.” Stiles replies like isn't the most insane request to ask. “I came here to do lab work.” Danny pauses for a second. “What makes you think I even know how to do that?” Danny crosses his hands over his chest. “I- I looked up your arrest record.” Shocked, Danny looks around the room at me and Derek. “I was thirteen! They dropped the charges.” He looks back to Stiles “No. We are doing lab work.” Stiles looks back to me and I shrug my shoulders. “Whatever” The smaller boy mumbles. 

A few minutes of me texting Isaac I hear Danny speak up again “Who is he again?” My eyes widen slightly and look towards Derek as Stiles studders “Oh- Uh-- He's my… Cousin. Miguel.” Miguel? A smile starts to spread across my face as Derek tries to ignore us by looking at a book. “Is that blood on his shirt?” My eyes drop immediately to the blood splattered on Derek. “Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts.” Derek huffs and drops the book on the bed next to me as Stiles turns back around to talk to Danny “So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably--” Holding up one of Stiles shirts Derek grumbles “Uh Stiles. This. No fit.” Derek has taken his shirt off and… Damn those abs. Why does he have to be such a dick? “Then try something else on. Ar, can you please?” 

I roll my eyes and walk over to Stiles dresser and start rummaging through his drawers looking for a shirt that would fit. Holding up an orange and blue striped shirt Derek takes it from me reluctantly and puts it on. It looks awful. I don't even think it would look good on Stiles. “Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt.” I hear Stiles say. Danny is checking Derek out slightly trying to be sneaky. “Its-It's not really his color.” Ripping the shirt off he throws it on the bed as I continue to search for a shirt. “ You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?” Jesus.. He did not just say that. “You’re a horrible person.” Danny mumbles. “I agree with Danny” I say holding up a shirt for Derek to try. “I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text.” Derek continues to grumble about how none of these shirts fit and I throw my hands up in the air giving up. 

Danny finally gives in with one last look over his shoulder at Derek. “I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text.” Clapping, Stiles begins to work with Danny. After a handful of minutes Danny speaks up again “There. The text was sent from this computer.” Getting up from our place on the bed me and Derek walk up to stand behind the two boys. “Registered to this account name?” Derek asks, looking over to me. “That's not possible.” I whisper as Stiles gives me a sympathetic look. “Hey- Uh-Thanks, but we gotta go. I'll see you at the game.” Stiles tells Danny ushering all of us out the door.

~~

Stiles hangs up the phone with Scott and I lean over the back seat in between the two. “You're not going to make the game.” I say sadly. “I know.” Stiles sighs looking out the window. He was so excited to play. It breaks my heart a little. “And you didn't tell him about their mom.” Still looking at Stiles he turns and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are filled with determination and his jaw is tense. “Not until we find out the truth.” I give him a little smile and squeeze his shoulder in appreciation. Derek pushes on my head to put me back into my seat and speaks again “By the way. One more thing.” Derek puts his hand on the back of Stiles’ head and slams it into the steering wheel causing a honk to come from the Jeep's horn. I throw my hands up over my mouth to cover my screech and Stiles immediately grabs his face once he has bounced back up. “Oh, God! What the hell was -” He exclaims nasally. Derek's face is set hard interrupting the boy “You know exactly what that was for.” He barks out in response. As much as I hate seeing Sites in pain he kinda did deserve that one.

I lean up again and grab Stiles face, he flinches a bit and I turn to send a glare to Derek. “Are you okay?” Stiles is holding his nose and furrows his brows. “Yeah. Yup. Sorry dumb question.” I gently move his hands to check on his nose. My eyes drop to his lips and my heart rate rises. My body starts getting warm as I notice I'm not even looking at his nose at all. My eyes look up to meet him as I hear a grunt coming from behind me. “Are you two done yet?” A flush that creeps across my cheeks and I drop my hands from Stiles face “Oh-uh. S-some swelling. N-No bleeding.” “Thanks.” Stiles breathes out. Derek, getting impatient, leans over and opens Stiles’ door. 

In the hospital we are unable to find my mother so Stiles calls Derek who's out in the car. “ Yeah, we can't find her.” He leads me towards Derek's uncle's room, which is empty. “Yeah, well he's not here either.” Stiles pauses for a second listening to what Derek is saying on the other end. “He's not here. He's gone, Derek.” There is another pause and then I hear something from behind me so I turn around. A man with half his face burnt, who I am assuming is Peter Hale is standing by the door smirking. “You must be Archer. You're a pretty young thing.” Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me behind him. “Ah, and you must be Stiles.” There's movement behind me and we both turn our heads to see nurse Jennifer. “What are you doing here? Visit hours are over.”  I grip Stiles hand a little harder as the blood rushes from my face. Holy shit. Peter is the Alpha and now we are going to die. “You - an-and him. You're - you're the one who - Oh, my--and he's--Oh, my God, we are gonna die.” Stiles cries. Well nice to know we are on the same level of freak out.

Just as the nurse charges to attack us, Derek comes out of nowhere and knocks her out. Peter, fraying in mock offense huffs “That's not nice. She's my nurse.” Still holding on tightly to Stiles, Derek growls. “She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people.” He barely looks at us and barks out “Get out of the way.” Stiles pulls me into him and behind a desk as Derek and Peter start fighting. After he throws Derek around some Stiles sees an opening and he drags me with him out the hall and to his Jeep. “We can't just leave him! What if Peter kills him!” I shout, standing near the Jeep. “Ar. Get in the Jeep.” Stiles demands while opening his door and getting in. I look back to the hospital hesitating “Archer May. Get in the Jeep. Now.” Seeing the seriousness on Stiles' face I reluctantly get into the car and we race to the school to tell Scott. 

Notes:

Double update!
I have went over these chapters non stop and decided i need to stop messing with them and just post them.
Season one will be done the end of the week or early next week!

I also have the story up on my Wattpad with pictures and what not if you’re into that sorta thing.

Chapter 10: Co-Captain

Archer POV:

The sun is shining down on my face as we walk through the Preserve. I opted to wear a flannel (which I may have stolen from Stiles) a black tank top, and my converse. Allison had called me ahead of time to tell me we were going to be out in the woods for a while, and unlike my last hike in the woods with the guys, I wanted to be better prepared. “Allison, When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping… A five mile hike in the woods is not what I was expecting.” Lydia complains while avoiding the roots in her heels. Allison is carrying a bag with god knows what, but I think this whole little trip may have to do with her werewolf hunting aunt… Or just to punish Lydia. Maybe both. 

Allison turns to face Lydia with a look of innocence. “Before I forget. I wanted to ask if you're okay with something.” She pauses before darting her eyes over to me and then back to Lydia. “Jackson invited me to the winter formal.” Looking at my strawberry haired friend her face drops slightly at the mention of her ex. Even though he was a complete douche, she loved him for some reason. “Did he?” She says trying to remain emotionless. Lydia is walking into a (much deserved) trap and doesnt even know it.. Have I mentioned how much I like Allison? “Uh-huh. Just as friends though. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it.” I stand awkwardly as I look between my two best girlfriends. “Sure, as long as it's just friends.” Lydia responds hesitantly. Allison starts walking again and we fall in line behind her. It's not until we are all behind her that she throws over her shoulder “Well, Yeah. I mean, it's not like I would take him to the coaches office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything…” Wow.. That was brutal. I grimace. 

Lydia spent the last 10 minutes of our hike apologizing to Allison. Honestly, I have stopped listening until I hear my name. “Earth to Ar.” I look over to Lydia as Allison is setting down her bag and unloading whatever is inside. “I asked you if you had a date to the dance yet.” I wasn't sure that I was even going to go. Isaac did ask me last week, but he knows that I was hoping that Stiles would ask me. Isaac and I are starting to get closer and he is one of the few people in my life that have nothing to do with the supernatural and it's nice to be able to act as a normal highschooler. 

I clear my throat. “Uh well. I don't think I'll go. I mean. I was waiting for someone to ask me, but they didn't.” I hear a click and look over to where Allison is setting up her bow. “We all know you mean Stiles. Why don't you just ask him?” I shake my head while chewing on my lip. “Oh yeah right. Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Besides, he likes Lydia.” Starting to get a little upset I try to change the subject. “What does that thing do?” I point to the bow in Alison's hand. Sensing I want to drop the subject she obliged “I found it the other night. Kate was talking to my dad and she was messing with this.” She holds up an arrow and loads it into her bow. Aiming carefully at the tree, she breathes in and shoots. The arrow hits the tree and immediately catches fire. Eyes wide, I look at the girl next to me. Lydia, just as shocked, looks at her “What the hell was that!?” Looking just as confused Allison mumbles “I don't know.” 

It's silent for a second before I insist that she teaches me how to do that. “Well this was fun. Any more lethal weapons you wanna try out?” I turn and make a face at Lydia and she looks at me with a * Well? * She's no fun. Allison hands me the bow and starts walking off into the woods. “Where are you going?” She turns around “I thought I heard something” then starts off in the direction she was heading. “It's probably nothing.” Lydia, starting to get nervous, comes and stands closer to me. “What if that nothing is something , and that something is dangerous?” Allison is quiet for shouting back “Shoot it.” 

Ten minutes later and I'm about to go look for her when I see her from behind a tree. “Thank Jesus. Can we go now?” I heard Lydia say from behind me. Allison looks a little dazed. Placing the bow down I go over to grasp her hand. “Are you okay?” She nods once and I nod back “Let's get out of here. Lyds looks like she is going to have a panic attack.” Successfully putting a smile on Allison's face she nods and we pack up the rest of the gear and head back to Lydia's car. 

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I am sitting on mom’s bed while she goes through all the clothes in her closet. “I have no clothes to wear. Oh god. I can't wear this. That's it. I'm going to cancel. This was an awful idea anyways..” She has been freaking out over this date since she got home. She's throwing all her clothes out of her closet as I walk up behind her and put my hands on her arms stopping her movements. “Stop. Go sit down. Relax, I'll find something.” Digging through her clothes I find a black dress that shows off just enough cleavage and a black jacket. “Here. Put this on. Where are your little black heels?” Looking down at the dress I set out, she sighs. “Uh, in the hall closet I think.” 

Grabbing the shoes from the closet I stop when I hear voices coming from Scotts room. Being the nosy sister I am, I lean against the closed door. I can barely make out anything when my mom comes up behind me and opens the door. I just caught myself before falling face first onto my brother's floor. “Hey, I was just letting you know I'm coming home late tonight--” She pauses when scott is staring at her. “What. What's wrong? Is it-- is it my dress? Because Archer picked it out and--” My brother has a small smile on his face and looks from me to our mom. “No. No, nothing. You look beautiful.” I look over to her with a smug expression “See. You look amazing. Eat your heart out!” I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet. 

Mom hasnt been on a date since dad and totally deserves it. “Amazing…” Scott pauses as if he just realizes that mom is dressed up “Why do you look amazing?” “Because, amazingly , I'm having dinner for once with a member of the male gender who is over the age of sixteen” She looks over to him shyly. “Who?” My brother asks skeptically. I send him a death glare before answering for her. “Medical rep that came to the hospital today.” Before she can continue the story my twin scrunches his brows and looks from me to her “What medical rep?” Why does he care? Why is he being so weird about this? The doorbell rings and mom all but jumps out of her skin “That medical rep. And I'm not-I’m not ready. Go down and stall him for a moment please? Archer, help me.” 

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Mom just left to go on her date with Peter Freaking Hale and my brother insisted I call Stiles to come pick us up so that we could stop the date. His plan is for me and Sitles to follow them and then call him once they stop, so that he can stay back and talk to Allison. Only because I love him and I want him to be happy will I take the brunt for breaking up her date. He owes me. 

Stiles honks to let me know he's here and I throw on a flannel with my shorts. I stop my Scotts room popping my head in to let him know I'll text him and run outside to jump into the Jeep. “So what's the plan?” I hesitantly ask Stiles. Knowing it's a plan of his we are going to get in trouble… Or hurt. Probably both if i'm being honest, but my lord, I would follow this kid off a cliff if he asked me. He looks at me and gives me the most mischievous, down right panty melting smile. “Buckle up.”

Mom and Peter are in the car parked ahead of us on the street when Stiles looks at me and tells me to hold on. He places his hand in front of my chest as he drives into the back of Peter's car. My body jerks forward and his arm is there to stop me from slamming into the dash. Once the car is fully stopped and the initial shock of the impact has gone, we get out of the car and walk over to where they are. “Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles! Archer!” My mother yells while throwing her arms up in the air. “Mrs. McCall?” Stiles looks around in mock surprise and states “Wow. This is just crazy. A crazy coincidence.” He looks to me and back to my mother, while Peter is faced away from us. Probably talking to Scott. “I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere.” 

Looking in disbelief, my mom raises her voice at the boy next to me “Out of nowhere?! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles!” I finally get the nerve to pipe up and save Stiles from my mother hating him. “I was distracting him with my hands all over--.” Before I can finish, my mothers mouth gapes open and her eyes widen while Stiles' face flushes pink. “I-uh I mean- my hands all over the radio. He- uh- He's very picky about the station.” My mother closes her mouth as Peter comes back to join us. “We should probably call the cops, you know, like an accident report thing.” Peter looks at my friend and shakes his head. “That won't be necessary.” My mother looks like she is going to kill us when she demands that Stiles take me back home.

Stiles POV:

When I pull into the McCall drive way I turn the engine off and check my phone. “Scott says that he went to Dereks to save Jackson, and that the Argents showed up and shot up the house.” I pause for a second and see a horrified look on Ars’ face. “He's okay! He also said that he's at Deatons who saved him from dying in the woods and that he will be home later.” Maybe I should have started off with the “hes okay” portion of the text. “I just can never leave you two alone can I?” She asks from beside me with a coy smile. “It sure would be helpful if you didn't. For some reason all our plans are shit without you.” After a minute or two she doesn't seem to move. I get the nerve to ask the question that has been going around my head since she first mentioned it at lunch. “So uh. Isaac huh?” She turns her head towards me. Her hair flowing down her shoulders while she moves. God she is so gorgeous. I clear my throat. “The dance. You- Uh- you said he asked you?” I try to not sound so anxious, but I was going to ask her and now I’m afraid I missed my chance. She starts chewing her lip again, everytime she does that it makes her lips look swollen as if she just got done kissing someone. “He did yeah, but just as friends and I haven't given him an answer yet. I'm not sure I will go.” I furrow my brows in confusion. “Why wouldn't you go? You have to go.” Still biting her lip she looks up to me. “Well, who I wanted to ask me hasn't, and I'm pretty sure he is going to ask someone else.” 

My heart is beating rapidly in my chest. Thank god she doesn't have werehearing like her brother. As soon as I go to open my mouth to ask her, Melissa bangs on her window causing her to let out a yelp. “In the house. Now.” Melissa says from outside the Jeep. With a slight frown she tells me she will see me tomorrow and hops out of the Jeep. Two more minutes and I could've asked her. Once they are inside I let my head fall against the wheel causing a honk to come from the Jeep and effectively scaring the shit out of me. 

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Chapter 11: Formality

Archer POV:

 

“Ouch!” I yell rubbing the side of my head after Scott carelessly threw his shoe at me. “Asshole” I mumble under my breath. I am sitting on Scotts bed while he loses his ever loving shit looking for his phone. “Call it again.” he grunts while looking under his bed.

Stiles sighs while hitting the redial button on his phone. “It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?” I swallow hard. “We can't afford a new one.” 

Sitting back on his heels Scott looks to his friend while throwing his arms in the air. “I can't do this alone. I have to find Derek.” Offended Stiles scoffs “Well, A. You're not alone, you have me and Ar and B didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead to me.” 

My brother stands up and starts throwing his pillows and blankets off the bed onto the floor, causing me to fall on my ass on the floor as well.. “Argents plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They are not going to kill him.”

“All right. So then, just let them do what they're planning. They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved.” Shaking my head I look at the adorable boy and I explain, “We can't, not if Peter's plan is to go after Allison.” Scott looks at me with an appreciative smile “I can’t protect her on my own. I need Derek.” 

My brother is clearly getting more and more upset that me and Stiles aren't helping him look for his phone. “Will you two just please. Help me find my phone.” After a second Scott looks at me. “Ar, just give me your phone. You only really talk to me and Stiles anyway.” Crossing my arms I just stare at him. “What? No.”  

Stiles cuts in before Scott can say anything else. “You probably lost it when you were fighting. You remember that? When he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior?” Stiles sighs while looking down at me and back up to his best friend. “Can you at least think about letting him die? For me? He has threatened mine and Ars’ life multiple times now.”

I'm laughing at what Stiles said when a car pulling into the driveway gets my attention. I put my hands up for Stiles to grab them and help me to stand, then walk to the window where I see mom on the phone. “Scott. What's happening? Why is she still sitting in the car still?” 

My brother comes over to stand behind me. His face is hard and his mouth turns into a frown. “What is it?” Stiles asks from the desk chair he is perched in. “She's crying” 

I look up to Scott with a sad expression, while Stiles comes up and grabs on to my hand giving it a gentle squeeze. “You know you can't protect everyone.” He said sadly looking at his friend.  

“I have to.” Scotts grumbles before turning around and heading down stairs. 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

Standing in the hallway with Scott and Stiles we watch as Jackson anxiously asks Allison what time she would like to be picked up for the formal. “Hey don't worry. I'll still be there.” Stiles says while throwing an arm over my brother's shoulders. 

“What? Why wont Scott be there?” I look over to my brother who has a pained expression. “I-uh. I am-” Stiles cuts him off before he can say anything else. “He is failing three classes and the coach says he can't go if he wants to stay on the team.” 

Rolling my eyes, my brother speaks up again “I am still going.” I furrow my eyebrows at my twin. “Is that such a good idea? I mean, do you even have a date?”

“Not yet.” 

“Do you have a suit?” Stiles asks. 

“Not yet.” 

“Do you even have a ticket? Or a ride to the dance?” Still looking confident, my brother states. “Nope. Are you guys gonna help me or not?” Stiles says “Hell, yeah.” While I groan out a “I guess”.

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

“Nothings wrong. I just have a lot on my mind is all.” Allison says from a couple steps from me on the escalator. “You could smile, at least. Ever heard of the saying, ‘Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile’? Smile, you guys. I'm buying your dresses.” 

I roll my eyes. “I still don't think I'm going to go, Lyds.” She is only buying me a dress because she still feels guilty for making out with my brother then being a complete bitch about it. 

“I have to admit it, as far as apologies go this is pretty good.” Lydia smiles in triumph. “But. I am going to ask one more thing.” Allison looks at me with an unreadable face. What is she planning?

Upstairs we are met with Stiles standing by the perfume. “Hey Stiles. What are you doing here?” I ask, smiling at my friend as Allison and Lydia come up behind me. “Oh. Um.” His eyes drop from me to Allison. Okay… This is weird.

“He is going to be Lyds date.” Stiles smiled uncomfortably while both me and Lydia muttered “What” at the same time. Her ‘What’ sounded more annoyed and pissed off, my ‘What’ was definitely more sad. “You deserve to go with someone nice. A nice guy. Stiles is the perfect date..” The brunette girl states. 

Lydia pulled Allison away from Stiles and I as they started to whisper. “Arch--” I can feel tears starting to form in my eyes so I quickly excuse myself and walk in the opposite direction from the group. I can hear Stiles calling my name as I keep moving through the racks, hiding in case the tears start to fall. 

Ten minutes later Lydia finds me looking at a rack of white dresses. “This one would look beautiful on you.” She says while holding it up to me. Giving her a small nod I grab the dress. “Archer.” She whispers, forcing me to look up at her. “I’m not going with Stiles.” I sigh while looking at my best friend. “Allison is right. You deserve to go with someone nice. Go with him Lydia. You'll have fun.” 

I grab her hand and squeeze it once. “Plus, he is probably over the moon. He's had a crush on you forever.” Lydia rolls her eyes. “Fine. But you're going to go too right?” 

“I don't have a date, plus I don’t think I’ll be much fun anyways. I'll probably just bring everyone's mood down.” I tell her as she leads me towards the dressing rooms to try on the dress she gave me. “You’re my best friend. You have to go please.” She starts begging from the other side of the dressing room curtain as I get undressed. 

I try on the dress and it's beautiful yet simple, would pair nicely with some nude heels and silver jewelry. I look at myself one more time in the mirror before stepping out to show her. 

“Ar. It's perfect! Please. Get that one. We can go all together if you want?” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah no. Third wheeling is worse than going alone.” I hear her huff a little at my attitude as I turn to change back into my clothes. 

Once I leave the dressing room Lydia hands me back my phone and my purse. “I'm buying you this one, and you're going to the dance.” The strawberry blonde demands. 

I groan “Lyds.” I start but am cut off by my phone buzzing. I look down at my phone and see that Isaac has texted me. When I open the text thread on my phone I see that he is responding to a text that I did not send.

Me: Are you still free for the dance tonight?

Isaac :) : Of course! :) I have work at the graveyard later, but not until 9. 

“Lydia, what the hell! How do you even know my password?!!” She smiles sweetly at me and grabs the dress from my hands. “Now you have to go. Can’t cancel on him now, that’s just rude.” She's walking away and looks over her shoulder. “Oh, and maybe you should change your password to something other than ‘784537’”. 

I stare at my best friend in annoyance. Allison walks up to where we are standing followed closely by who I assume is Stiles who is carrying a pile of dresses. “Good news!” Lydia squeals. “Ar, is going to the dance and we found her the cutest dress.” Allison and Lydia smile proudly at each other.

Oh god please let this night go by fast. 

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Straightening out the dress of wrinkles I look at myself in the mirror once more, when I hear my brother whine “Mom! What am I gonna do!?” from the room across the hall from me. 

After grabbing my shoes I walk across the hall to find my brother with his hands in the air in his boxers freaking out. Mom is on his bed with his dress pants in her hands. She must hear me walk in because she stops and looks up at me. “Oh honey! You look so beautiful!” I smile and move to sit on the bed next to her. “Thanks mom.” 

Scotts getting irritated with me distracting mom, mumbles. “Yeah, yeah. You look great. Mom, my pants.” She rolls her eyes and goes back to what she was doing. 

“So is Stiles or Allison picking you two up, because you know I need the car tonight.” Our mother asks while she sews Scotts dress pants. I look down at my hands while Scott clears his throat uncomfortably. “No, uh. Ar is going with Isaac and I am going stag.”

“You are going alone?” She questions looking at my brother as he sadly shakes his head. Then she turns to me. “I thought when you said you had a date it was Stiles. It's clear you're in love with him.” She reasons. 

Scott is trying to (not so) subtly shake his head at her to tell her to stop talking but she doesn't catch it. As she continues to ask me questions about why I am not going with Stiles, I whisper “He's going with Lyds.” while chewing on my bottom lip. 

She stops talking and takes my hand giving it a small squeeze and a sad smile then looks over to my brother. “I'm sorry. I'm just surprised is all.” She then looks to my brother “You didn't have anyone else you could ask other than Allison?” I look towards my love sick brother “There is NO one other than Allison.” He sniffled looking at me.

Mom puts one arm around me and the other open wide beside her waiting for my brother to join us on the bed. “My poor love sick kids.” she uttered. I sneak a peek at my twin. “Do you really feel that way Scotty?” I sympathize.

He looks off into the distance for a second then back at me “Every time I look at her, I get th-this hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like…” “Like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in your chest?” I mumbled sadly, knowing exactly how he feels.. 

They both look at me in surprise and then he nods slowly ”It's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't - I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad.” 

“Tell me about it.” I whisper. “Do they know you two feel this way?” Mom asks while rubbing her hand down my twins back. “She knows…” Scott says. 

“Have you actually said the words? Let me let you in on a little secret about us girls.” She puts her head on my shoulder. “We love words.” Our mom explains. 

Scott's face is filled with confusion as she continues. “You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers,  carve it in a tree, on a sidewalk with cement--” 

I interrupted her “Tattoo on your arm!” I joke, which gets me a nasty look from mom. Rolling her eyes she finishes “Just, tell her the truth. Tell her anything and everything you want.” 

My twin looks lost in thought as mom turns to me. “Does Stiles know how you feel?” I would think he does. I mean I flirt with him all the time. We have had many almost moments over the last couple months.  

I sigh, leaning my head on my mothers shoulder. “He's in love with Lyds mom… If he doesn't know then it is a sign. Maybe he doesn't want to know.” 

I'm looking down at my hands as my mom looks at my brother and I miss this slight shake of his head that he gives her. 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

We spent fifteen minutes taking awkward photos at the front door before mom let us walk to the school, and only after Scott promised to take a picture of me and Isaac to send to her. 

“Did you mean everything you said about Allison?” I ask quietly as we walk down the street. I can see my twin run his hands through his hair through my peripheral. “Yeah, I did. I love her Archer.” He states sadly. 

I grab his hand and stop him. “Tell her that. Tell her everything you told mom and me.” Smiling he responds “I will.”

Once we continue walking he asks. “Are you gonna tell Stiles?” I look at him with furrowed brows. “No. He is going on a date with Lydia. The girl he's been in love with forever. I'm not going to do anything to ruin that for him. No matter what my feelings for him are.” 

Scott scoffs “He only went with Lydia because Allison made her go with him.” I still don't understand why she would set that up for them other than her trying to help out Stiles. “It's fine Scotty. Really. Lydia will finally get to see what an amazing guy he is and he gets to go to the formal with his dream girl.” 

It's quiet for the rest of the walk, it isn't until we are right outside the school parking lot that he speaks up again. “Ar, promise me something?” I stop and look over to him.

“Promise me that whatever happens or doesn't happen with you and Stiles we will all still be best friends. I can't do this without you two.” I roll my eyes playfully and hold up my pinky. “Pinky” I say. He lifts his pinky and wraps it round mine. “Promise.” He smiles. 

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Scott went to find a way to sneak in as I stand on the front steps waiting for Isaac. He texted when I left the house that he was running late and would be here as soon as he could. I'm checking my phone when I see Stiles’ Jeep pull into the parking lot. I watch as he gets out and jogs around to open the door for Lydia. He looks amazing, but then again he always does. 

“You're staring.” A voice teases from beside me. Isaac. I roll my eyes at the tall, dark blonde. “And you’re annoying.” He smirks and shoves his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “I still don't understand why you didn't just ask him to the dance.” 

I look over to where Stiles and Lydia are standing , now joined by Allison and Jackson. “I don't understand why you didn't ask the girl you liked.” I quip. Isaac hums while looking at me. “Maybe I did.” My head whips around to meet his gaze. 

I take in his presence. He's wearing a dark blue suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. He does look rather handsome. His blue eyes stare back at me and It's then that I notice the subtle swelling around his eye. “Oh, Isaac.” I whisper, bringing my hand up to his face gently. 

He flinches away before leaning into my touch and mumbles “It's nothing.” Tears well up in my eyes as we are joined by the group from the parking lot. “You really want to do this night sober?” I hear Jackson snark. “I wouldn't mind remembering some of it.” Allison responds somberly.

“Ar, oh my god! You look beautiful! I Knew that dress would look good on you.” Lydia squeals from beside me. I look at my friends. Stiles has his arm around Lydia's back and a pang of sadness waves through me. “Uh-Thank you Lyds. You look great.” I say forcing a smile. 

Then look over to my brunette friend. “You too, Alli.” She smiles back at me and tucks a loose curl behind her ear.

I lean in closer to her slightly. “ I think there is someone waiting for you inside.” I whisper, sending her a wink. Her face lights up as she runs into the school followed by Lydia who is pulling Stiles with her. 

Jackson laughs under his breath and takes a large gulp from his flask. “What's so funny?” I ask, crossing my arms. “Oh. You know. Just watching you be so obviously in love with Stiles while he's here with your best friend.” My eyes widen and my mouth hangs open slightly. God. He better hung for how much of an ass he is.  

I hear Isaac stifle a laugh from beside me. “Come on Ar.” He places his hand on the small of my back  leading me inside and away from the jackass outside. 

It's been a little over forty minutes and I know that Isaac has to leave for work. Even though he was only able to be here for a short amount of time, I was happy to have him as my date. 

We are dancing next to Danny and his date when Isaac looks down at his watch. “I have to go. I'm sorry Ar.” Isaac says while backing away slightly. I frown a bit but nod my head. “Yeah, of course. Let me walk with you outside?” he nods and smiles as we make our way back outside.

Standing on the front steps he looks out into the parking lot then back to me. “Archer.” He says gaining my attention away from playing with my fingers. Now that Isaac is leaving I won't have a distraction anymore. 

Seeing that he has my attention, he grabs both of my hands in his “Stiles is an idiot.” I laugh and roll my eyes. “No seriously. He has you, this gorgeous, smart and funny girl just wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even see it.” A small smile forms on my lips. “You’re an amazing friend, Isaac.” I say squeezing his hands slightly. 

Isaac makes a dramatic pout and throws a hand over heart. “Friend zoned by the prettier McCall twin. I'm devastated.” He jokes. I bellow out a laugh pushing him slightly. “Shut up.” I smile. 

I step up on my tip toes and place a kiss on his cheek. “Really though, thank you for coming with me tonight. It means alot.” “Of course.” He says with a cheesy grin.  

He leans in closer, his lips near my ear and whispers. “Let me know if you want to make him really jealous. I need an excuse to kiss you.” he pulls back and with a wink he walks down the steps leaving to decipher if he was joking or not. 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

Walking back inside I find Stiles and Lydia sitting at one of the tables looking bored. Once I sit down, Lydia turns to me asking if I have seen Jackson. I inform her I saw him in the hall a bit ago, then she tells us she will be right back, leaving me and Stiles at the table alone. 

Stiles is sitting across the table from me. “Where's your date?” He questions as he drums his fingers against the table. “He had to go to work.” I mumble. Stiles hums in understanding. After a few awkward moments, Stiles stands up determined. 

He is standing in front of me as he holds out his hand with more self confidence than I have ever seen from him. “Dance with me.” He demands with a smile. Deciding I am going to make him work for it a little I say no. “I'm pretty tired.” 

He looks at me a little surprised. As if he is just going to accept my rejection, then his face is hard as he speaks. 

“Archer May McCall, ju--just get up, okay? You’re going to dance with me. I don't care that we both came with other people, because I think that we both wanted to be here with someone other than who we came with. You have been my best friend since elementary school and I'm pretty sure besides Scott, I know you better than anyone else. I know that you love dirty romance novels even if you won't admit they are dirty. No matter how much fun you make of them, you always cry during cheesy rom coms. I know that you always see the good in people, that you want to go to nursing school just like your mom, and I know that you hate being alone. And I know that you would rather be out there dancing.”

My face is flush as he finishes his little rant and there is a small smile across my face. I place my hand in his, stand up and lead him to the dance floor. Completely missing him pump his fist in the air in celebration. He puts his awkwardly high around my waist as I put mine around his neck and rest my head in the crook of his neck. 

After a few minutes of swaying I turned my head to look at him. “You know I was going to dance with you either way right?” I smile as he turns his head down to look at me. “But I liked your speech.” 

His face is unreadable as his eyes rake over my face. “Lydia was right, you look beautiful tonight. I-I mean not just tonight. Y-you look beautiful all the time. Everyday.” 

I try to hide my blush by resting my chin on his shoulder. I feel him move his hands lower on my hips. The way his fingers graze my hips sends heat to pool between my legs.  “I meant what I said. Uh-- about wanting to come with other people.” I pull back slightly, sending him a confused look. I thought he wanted to come with Lydia. 

“I-uh. I wanted to ask you.” my face pinches further in confusion. “I tried to ask you, but then Allison begged me to go with Lydia, and you said you were going with Isaac…”

“But you have been in love with Lyds for like ever.” I say, eyes darting back and forth between his. I can feel my heart beating faster. He starts blushing “Well, yeah, but I--uh I actually--” He clears his throat looking more nervous than I have ever seen him. 

My face falls slightly, but before he is able to say anything more Jackson runs up to us looking terrified. “Where's your brother?” 

“Uh, outside with Allison I think? Did Lyds find you?” I ask as Jackson is looking around the room seemingly frantic. “W-what? N-no. I haven't seen her.” “Where were you?” Stiles joins in looking at Jackson. “Behind the school.” 

Before he can stop me I let go of Stiles and run out of the gym. Scott had found me earlier when I was with Isaac and told me that Chris Argent and Peter Hale were here somewhere and to be careful.

I take off my heels and carry them with me in one hand as I run down the hall out the side doors toward the lacrosse field. I can see the lights are on and Lydia standing on the field. 

Stiles is yelling my name from behind me but I just keep running till I get to Lydia. “Lydia! What are you doing!?” I ask once I finally reach her. She is staring straight ahead. Peter is standing near the trees. “Come on Lyds. We have to get inside.” 

I grab her hand and start backing up. In the distance I can hear Stiles yelling at us to run, but before we get the chance I hear Lydia scream. I turn around and watch as Peter takes her to the ground. 

I try to drop down next to her but Peter grabs me by the neck. Claws digging deeper with each struggle. “Please don't kill her!” Stiles cries as he makes it over to us, dropping down next to Lydia and checks for her pulse. 

“Which ‘her’ are you referring to, Stiles?” Peter growls coldly pressing deeper into my throat. I can feel the blood starting to trickle down my neck. This dress is brand new dammit.

“Because that one…” He points to Lydia with his chin. “That was just collateral damage. This one on the other hand.” He growls, placing his nose against my hair. “She will be useful.” 

Stiles eyes go wide as he looks from me to Peter. “What do you want?” I groan out as I feel his grip on me tighten. “Tell me where to find Derek.” I feel my breathing pick up. Oh this is so not the time for an asthma attack. Stiles must sense it too because I can see him slowly reach into his pocket and pull out an inhaler. 

He holds it out for Peter as if he is scared to come any closer. “Please. P-Please, she has asthma.” I can't see Peter's face, and honestly I am too scared to try. I see him grab the inhaler from Stiles and hold it up for me. 

After I’ve caught my breath he asks again. “Where is Derek?” “I-I don't know. Why would we know that?” Stiles shirked. “Because you're the clever ones, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth - Or I will rip her throat out.” Peter is cutting off my airway and I start clawing at his arm. Trashing, I do anything I can to get away from him.

Stiles starts panicking as he tells Peter all he knows “Fuck- o-ok I-uh I think he knew. He knew they were coming for him.” Peters hand lessons a bit on my neck and I suck in as much air as I can. His claws are still digging in my neck. 

There is blood all over the front of my chest leading down the front of my dress staining it.

“I-I think he took S-scotts phone.” Stiles' voice trembles as tears form in his eyes. “Why?” Peter growls out. “The phones. T-they have GPS now. Y-you can track him.” “Perfect.” Peter mumbles. 

Before I know it the pressure of Peter's hand sends a sharp pain from my ear to my collar bone, then I am released. But as I try to move forward I hear Stiles yell and his arms are instantly around me. 

The nail marks Peter made on my throat burn more intensely than before. Stiles has his hands on my neck now while crying. Why is he crying? Peter let me go? I open my mouth to ask him but nothing comes out. The last thing I see is Stiles' forehead pressed against mine before everything goes black. 

Notes:

One more chapter and season one is finished! Like or comment if you are enjoying this story!

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Chapter 12: Code Breaker

Stiles POV:

When my mom died, Ar and Scott never left my side. My dad went on a bit of a bender when she died and Melissa offered to let me stay with them. We would spend hours playing video games, reading comic books or playing board games. They would do anything to keep my mind off of it. That was until night time, when Scott would fall asleep and I was left to sit awake by myself. If I was lucky enough to sleep I would have nightmares. 

To this day I am not sure if I would wake her up or if she just knew, but Ar would always come when I was having a hard time sleeping or a nightmare. She would bring in her blanket and pillow from her room and lay them next to me on the floor. We never talked. She never forced me to. Just would lay next to me holding my hand. Her just being there always brought me comfort. 

After a while, I was unable to sleep without her by my side. When my dad got better and I went back home it took me weeks to be able to sleep again. I think she noticed my lack of sleep, because one day at school she stole my hoodie. She returned it the next day saying she took it by accident thinking it was Scotts, but when I went to put it on, it smelled like her. I slept with that hoodie every night until her scent wore off. 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

My world is crashing down around me as I hold my best friend, barely breathing in my arms. I have taken off my jacket to hold it against her throat to stop some of the bleeding.

“What did you do to her?!” I shout at the old werewolf in front of me. I hear him scoff. “She will be fine… Maybe.” My head whips up to meet his eyes. “What do you mean maybe?! You slashed her throat open!” My voice is getting sore from yelling and crying.

He moves his head from side to side. “Well, she either turns or she dies. She's strong. There's a good chance she'll turn. Both of them.” I stare at him in disbelief as he grabs me by the shoulder forcing me to stand. “Now. Let's go.” 

I try to break out of his hold. “No. I'm not leaving them here!” I shout tearfully. “Just kill me. I don't care anymore.” Peter growls “You don't have a choice Stiles. You're coming with me or I will finish them off.” 

I am able to break out of his old, or he lets me go and I'm right by Ars’ side again. I feel for her pulse but it's too weak for me to find. “Call your friend. Call Jackson to come help them. That's all you get.” I hesitate before pulling out my phone.

“Call him or I'll make you leave and kill them both--” He pauses “Just for fun.” Seeing the weak movement of her chest rising and falling, I look towards her face and move her hair out of the way before I reach for my phone and call Jackson. 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

“Don't feel bad Stiles. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf like her brother. She will be incredibly powerful as well.” Peter states with fake sympathy. “Yeah, and once a month she will try and kill me.” I mumble.

My hands and chest are covered in Ar and Lydia's blood. I don't know whose is whose, but I think most of it is Ars’. Her injury was worse than Lydias. I can't believe I just left her there. What if she doesn't wake up? Scotts going to kill me. 

Peter's voice interrupts my thoughts. “Well, since she's a woman it's actually twice a month.” He lets out a slight laugh at his own joke and I turn my head to glare at him. 

In the parking garage he shuts the trunk as I am trying to calm myself down from the shock of seeing a dead body in his trunk. He sets the laptop down, opening it and starting it up. “Good luck getting a signal down here” I mutter. 

Peter holds up a MIFI box and I roll my eyes. “Oh, and you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all psychotic werewolves or just a personal preference?”” I snark.

He pulls up the page needed in order to track Scotts phone and looks to me expectantly. “Look, you still need Scotts username and password, and sorry but I don't know them.” I tell him as he squints his eyes in disbelief. “You know them. Both of them.” 

I look at him dead in the eyes and tell him that I don't know them. “Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still know that you are lying.” I sigh and start typing away on his computer. “What happens after you find Derek, Huh? You're gonna start killing people?” I accuse.

Looking over my shoulder Peter growls “Only those who are responsible.” Unhappy with his answer I stop typing and turn around to face him. “If I help you, you have to leave Scott out of it and leave Ar alone.” 

Peter looks at me impatiently “Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? Because our prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf. I need Derek and Scott. Archer will just be a pretty addition to the pack.”

I open my mouth to tell him that Scott wont help me but he cuts me off. “He will help me because it will save Allison . And you will help me because it will save Scott. Who is your best friend that you know so well that you know both his username and password.” 

I look at him for a moment before typing ‘Allison’ for the username and the password. The screen loads and a gps map appears. Incredulously Peters says, “His username and password is ‘Allison’?” I give a sarcastic laugh “You still want him to be part of your pack?” 

After figuring out that they are keeping Derek in the basement of his own house, Peter takes my keys and crushes them. “Oh god. You're not going to kill me?” I breathe heavily overcome with joy. 

Peter rolls his eyes and smiles “I like you stiles. When are you going to learn that I'm not the bad guy? How about this? Since you helped me I will give you something in return.”

He grabs my arm as his fangs appear. His mouth is inches from my wrist. “Do you want the bite Stiles? You will have everything that Scott has. Be just as powerful. The popularity, lacrosse skills-” he pauses smiling at me. “The girl.”  

Do I want to be a werewolf? I wouldn't sit on the bench anymore. Be one of the best players like Scott. I could protect Ar. But what if I hurt someone? What if it doesn't work and I die instead?

I pull my arm out of Peter's grip and tell him “I don't want it”. “Mhmm. You know what I heard? Your heart is beating slightly faster over the words ‘I don't want’. You may believe youre telling the truth, but youre lying to yourself.” Peter starts to walk away but stops “Goodbye Stiles.” 

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

When I finally make it to the hospital I see my father standing by the front desk. I ran up to him grabbing his attention “Where is she? Is she okay?” I beg, grabbing his arm and looking around the room. 

He looks down at me, anger radiating off of him “You're lucky we are in a hospital because I am going to kill you.” I let go of his arm speed walking down one of the halls looking into the rooms as I walked by. “I'm sorry. I lost the keys to the Jeep and ran here when I heard what happened.”

My father grabs my arm stopping me from going further down the hall. “Stiles, I don't care. Wh--” I cut him off with tears in my eyes. “Dad, where is she? Is she okay?” 

My heart rate is picking up as he looks down at me with a sad expression “They don't know… Partially because they don't know what happened to them. They both lost a lot of blood. But there is more going on.” I furrow my brows “Wh-what do you mean?” 

He leads me towards the room I didn't check because the door was closed. Making sure that no one is around he cracks the door open to reveal Ar laying in a bed. Her throat is wrapped up but there is still blood soaking through the bandages. She's pale and her make up has rundown her face.  

I'm staring into the room when my father finally shuts the door turning to me. “The doctors say it's like her body is rejecting something. She keeps--” 

His voice cracks and I finally look up at him. He has tears in his eyes. “She keeps seizing, and they don't know how to help her.” I realize I have started crying again. I wiped my eyes “Did you see anything? Do you know what attacked her?” He asks me again. “No. I don't. I wasn't there.” I lied. 

My father sighs. “What about Scott? Did he see anything?” I look at my father in confusion. “What do you mean? Is he not here?” He pulls out his phone and shows me the multiple texts and calls he's made. “He isn't answering his phone.”

Realization hits me, Scott doesn't know what happened to his twin. He went to the Hale house and doesn't know what Peter did to her. “He isn't going to.” I sigh, “He lost his phone.”

〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰

Jackson and I race to the Hale house in his Porsche after being interrogated by Chris Argent and his hunters. They questioned us about Scott being a werewolf and I told them what I found out about his sister Kate. How she is the one who started the Hale house fire that killed all those innocent people. 

The headlights illuminate the scene in front of us. Scott and Allison are on the ground while Peter stands alone wolfed out. We scrambled out of the car throwing one of the Molotov cocktails we made before leaving the hospital.

“Oh damn.” I exclaim when the bottle I threw is caught by Peter. I see Scott throw Allison her bow and she shoots the bottle causing it to catch fire along with Peter's arm. Jackson throws another engulfing Peter in flames. 

A very small part of me feels bad that he has to burn alive… Again. But then I think about Ar and Lydia half alive at the hospital and very quickly get over my feelings of sympathy for the dickhead on fire. 

Scott is pleading for Derek not to kill Peter as his hand is above his throat, just as Peter was to Ars’. We all watch while Derek slashes Peter's throat. After a couple of seconds he turns and faces us. His eyes are no longer blue, but red. “I am the Alpha now.” Derek roars.

I ran to Scott and Allison. “Scott.” He looks at me and his face instantly drops. “What happened?” He asks slowly. “It's Ar.” Scott, Jackson and I climb back into his car and drive back to the hospital to check on the girls. But more importantly, to check to see if Ar is still alive. 

I hope to god she is. 

Notes:

This is the end of season one! Im not a huge fan on how it turned out BUT im so excited to finish season 2 (halfway done) and start season 3 and 4 which are my favorite! I have a major soft spot for Liam.

Chapter 13: Omega

Summary:

Season Two!!

Archer POV:

I sit looking up at the stars sitting on the hood of the Jeep. I feel the wind tousle my hair.  A lingering smell of coffee and old spice fills my nose, reminding me that I’m not alone. From where we are parked you can see most of the town. The lights sparkle, imitating the stars in the night sky. This is the most beautiful spot in all of Beacon Hills. 

“It's beautiful.” I sigh. Stiles’ arm sneaks around my waist pulling me closer to him, his body engulfing me in his warmth. I rest my head on his shoulder as he leans down and places a kiss on top of my head. “Not as beautiful as you.” he breathed. 

We sat there for a while. Every so often I lift my head to look into Stiles honey brown eyes and place a kiss on his lips. 

Suddenly, the air turns cold and I can no longer feel his arms around me. I look around. I’m all alone with nothing but the large expanse of woods surrounding me. 

“Stiles?” I called. No answer. “Stiles are you there?” I feel a chill run through my body. 

I hear a growl from behind me as I whip my head around. I'm met with glowing red eyes. 

I turn and run as fast as I can before tripping on a root that is sticking up from the ground. I turn around to lay on my back, as the werewolf comes closer before reaching down and slashing my throat. 

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

I jolt awake, pain shooting down my neck and spine. My hand instinctively flies up to touch my neck, only to find it covered in bandages. Wincing, I take in my surroundings. I’m in a dimly lit hospital room, lying in an uncomfortable bed. A familiar figure is sprawled out on a recliner near the foot of my bed. His legs dangle over one armrest, and his head is awkwardly tilted over the other.
It’s Stiles. And there’s no way he’s comfortable.

Before I can say anything, I hear him mumble. His voice is low and almost unintelligible.

“What?” I groan, shifting slightly to sit up. The movement sends another jolt of pain through me, but I ignore it.

“Just like that…” Stiles mumbles again.

I freeze.

Did I just hear that right?

“Oh god.” he groans.

“Stiles,” I hiss, trying to wake him up.

He doesn’t stir. Instead, he lets out another groan. “Oh yeah… keep going. Good girl.” His hips jerk slightly.

My eyes widen in horror. Oh no. This cannot be happening.

“Stiles!” I try again, my voice louder this time, though it makes me wince in pain.

He still doesn’t wake up.

“Oh Archer…” he moans softly.

I nearly die on the spot. My face is burning, my heart racing, and I suddenly wish I could crawl under this hospital bed and disappear.

Desperate to stop this nightmare, I toss the blanket off and swing my legs over the side of the bed, yanking the IV stand along with me. The movement is clumsy, and I trip slightly, catching myself against the bed. The thump is loud enough to wake the dead—or at least, it wakes Stiles.

He jerks upright, flailing before tumbling off the recliner in a tangle of limbs. “What—what’s happening?” he sputters, his eyes darting around the room before landing on me. His face lights up in relief.

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” he exclaims, practically leaping to his feet. In a flash, he’s by my side, wrapping me in a crushing hug.

I let out a pained squeak, and he quickly pulls back, hands hovering awkwardly as he looks me over. “Sorry! Sorry. What are you doing out of bed? You should be lying down!”

My throat is dry, and my voice comes out in a nervous croak. “You were… uh, talking in your sleep.”

Stiles freezes. “What?” His voice cracks slightly, and his cheeks turn a shade of red I didn’t know was possible.

Before either of us can say anything, the door swings open, and my mom and Scott rush into the room.

“She’s awake?” Scott asks, his voice filled with relief. He strides over to me and wraps me in a gentle hug.

“Why didn’t you come get us?” he asks, throwing a glance at Stiles, who stammers something about just waking up, his blush still fierce.

“Archer, honey, how are you feeling? How’s the pain?” Mom steps forward, her hands already checking the IV stand beside me.

“I’m okay. Really,” I say, though the slight edge to my voice betrays the discomfort in my neck.

Scott takes my hand in his, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. His face is full of guilt, his voice quiet. “I’m so sorry, Ar. I should’ve been there to protect you.”

I blink at him, confused. “Protect me? What are you talking about? Why am I in the hospital?” My eyes flick between the three of them. “What happened?”

The room goes still, and I notice all three of them exchange a look. Mom is the first to break the silence, her expression gentle but hesitant.

“You don’t… remember?” Stiles steps closer, his voice soft but tinged with worry.

My hand instinctively goes to my neck, feeling the bandages there. “No… the last thing I remember is walking outside with Isaac before he left.” My eyes dart between them, trying to make sense of the tension in the room.

Scott looks to Stiles, who now wears an expression so sad it makes my chest ache. After a moment, Stiles turns and quietly leaves, mumbling something about getting something from the vending machine.

“I have other patients to check on,” Mom says softly, brushing a kiss against my forehead. “But if you need anything at all, just press the call button, okay?”

I nod, though my mind is spinning. She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and then she’s gone, leaving me alone with Scott.

As soon as the door shuts, I fix my brother with a determined look. “Okay, what the hell happened?”

Scott hesitates, running a hand through his hair, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out where to start. When he finally does, his voice is low and heavy.

“Peter attacked you and Lydia. He… hurt you pretty bad. Then he kidnapped Stiles.” Scott gestures toward the door where Stiles just left. “We found him. Stiles and Jackson set him on fire, and Derek finished it. He killed Peter. Derek’s the Alpha now.”

I feel like I’ve been punched. My mind is reeling as I try to process everything Scott just said. “Peter… attacked me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Scott nods, his expression pained. “You were hurt, Ar. Really hurt.”

I touch the bandages on my neck again, my fingers trembling. “Did I… heal?”

Scott crouches down, gently peeling back the bandage to check. His face twists slightly before he places it back carefully. “No. Not completely. I mean… it’s more healed than it should be, but not like it would be if you were turned.”

The air feels thick, and my chest tightens as his words sink in. I don’t want to be a werewolf, but if I didn’t heal like one, then what am I?

Before Scott can say anything else, the door bursts open, and Stiles rushes in, his eyes wild with panic.

“Lydia’s missing!” he exclaims, his voice cracking as his gaze darts between Scott and me.

I’m halfway through ripping the IV out of my arm when Scott’s hand stops me. “No, Ar. You can’t do this. You haven’t even been discharged yet,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Lydia is my best friend, Scotty.” I throw in my best puppy-dog eyes for good measure, the ones that have worked on him since we were kids.

His resolve starts to crack—I can see it in the way his jaw tenses—but before I can push further, Stiles steps closer, his expression serious.

“No.” His voice is sharper than usual, but there’s a tremor of worry in it. “Archer, you almost died. You need to stay here and rest. You can’t just throw yourself back into danger. Please.” His eyes soften, and now it’s his puppy-dog eyes that pierce through my defenses.

Damn him. Damn his stupid, adorable face and my inability to say no to him.

I roll my eyes and slump back against the bed, crossing my arms in surrender. “Fine. But you call me the second you find her. I mean it, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” I jab a finger at him for emphasis.

Scott leans down and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We’ll find her. I promise,” he says before darting out of the room.

Stiles lingers for a moment, shifting awkwardly before stepping closer to my bed. He places his backpack on the chair beside me and starts pulling things out.

“Here.” His voice is softer now, almost sheepish. “I stopped by your house earlier and grabbed a few things. I didn’t know how long you’d be here, and, uh… I thought you might want them.”

He sets a small stack of my favorite books on the bedside table, followed by his laptop. “I downloaded some of your favorite movies and shows—just in case you get bored or, y’know, need a distraction.”

My annoyance at being stuck here melts away as I look at the little pile of comforts he brought me. I pick up one of the books, thumbing through it as a small smile tugs at my lips.

“Thanks, Stiles,” I say softly, meeting his gaze.

His cheeks flush slightly, and he clears his throat before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my temple. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll handle everything.”

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

I try to ignore the stares as I open my locker and pull out my books for class. Whispers echo down the hallway, but I keep my head down, focusing on the one thing I can control—just getting through the day. I was discharged this morning, and while Mom told me I could stay home, I wanted to be here.

 For Allison. As much as people are talking about me, they’re talking about her just as much, if not more.

The weight of someone’s presence next to me pulls my attention, and I glance up to see Isaac standing there. He hesitates for a moment before speaking.

“I’m so sorry,” he says softly, his voice laced with guilt.

I shut my locker and turn to face him, immediately noticing the bruising around his eye. It looks worse than before. My hand moves without thinking, my fingers ghosting over the injury. “You have nothing to be sorry about, Isaac,” I say gently.

He closes his eyes, breathing in shakily at my touch. When he opens them again, his gaze flickers briefly to my neck before darting back up to meet mine.

“I-I left you at the dance,” he stammers, his voice breaking slightly. “And then you end up… almost dying. I feel like if I hadn’t left—”

“Stop.” I cut him off, giving him a small, reassuring smile as I pull my hand back. “You didn’t do anything wrong. At least, I don’t think you did. Everything after you left is still kind of fuzzy.”

He furrows his brows, his guilt still evident, but he doesn’t press the issue. Instead, we start walking toward class together, the tension lingering between us.

“Okay,” he says slowly, drawing out the word like he’s unsure of himself. “I, um… I actually wanted to ask you for advice on something.”

I glance over at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Well, uh—you know Derek Hale?”

I stop in my tracks, my eyes widening in shock. “Derek Hale? Why would I know Derek Hale?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended, and I can feel my pulse quicken. Why is Isaac asking about Derek? And how does he know Derek?

Isaac looks flustered, rubbing the back of his neck in that awkward way he always does when he’s nervous. “I-I met him last night,” he admits, his voice low. “H-he told me to ask you for your opinion on… a gift he could give me.”

My mouth opens and closes as I try to process what he just said, but the words stick in my throat. The bell rings before I can form a response, and Isaac takes the opportunity to back out of the conversation.

“You know what? Never mind. It’s dumb. I’ll figure it out on my own,” he mumbles, looking away. “But… I’m glad you’re okay.”

Before I can stop him, he’s already walking in the opposite direction.

“Isaac!” I call after him, my voice echoing down the hallway. But he’s gone, rounding the corner without a second glance. Fuck. Is Derek going to turn him? What the hell is happening? 

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

“This is such a bad idea,” I mutter, crouching behind a tombstone between Stiles and Scott. My knees are already starting to ache from the awkward position, and I shift uncomfortably.

“Shut up,” Scott hisses, his head tilted slightly as he tries to focus on the conversation happening between the Argents across the cemetery. His werewolf hearing must be tuned all the way up because his eyes narrow in concentration, completely ignoring me.

Rolling my eyes, I glance around and spot an older man standing close to Allison. He looks somber, like he belongs at a funeral. “Maybe they’re just here for the funeral,” I whisper, trying to offer an alternative explanation. “What if they’re the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents, right? It’s possible.”

Stiles snorts quietly next to me, and Scott shoots us both an annoyed look. Clearly, not possible.

“I know what they are,” Scott says, his voice low and serious.

“Reinforcements,” I guess, catching the tension in his tone.

Scott nods grimly, confirming my suspicion.

Before I can respond, Allison’s eyes flick toward us. She must have spotted something—maybe Scott’s hair sticking out too much behind the tombstone. I give her a small, sympathetic smile and a quick wave.

“Unbelievable,” comes a voice from behind us, startling me.

We all spin around to find Sheriff Stilinski standing there, his arms crossed and his face filled with exasperation.

“I cannot believe you two dragged Archer into this,” he scolds, glaring at Scott and Stiles in turn. “She was JUST in the hospital. Yesterday! Or did you forget that minor detail?”

Neither of them says anything, both suddenly finding the ground fascinating. I offer the sheriff a sheepish smile, but it does little to soften his expression.

He grabs Scott and Stiles by the collars, muttering something about “kids these days,” and leads us toward the patrol car parked nearby.

“Inside. Now,” he orders, pointing to the back seat.

We climb in without argument, Stiles still gripping my hand from earlier, though he doesn’t seem to notice.

The moment we settle in, the police scanner crackles to life.

“Four-One-Five Adam,” a voice comes through.

Stiles leans toward me, whispering, “Disturbance in a car.”

I nod silently, already feeling a pit of unease form in my stomach.

The sheriff picks up the radio. “What kind of disturbance?”

The voice on the other end replies, “They were transporting a heart attack victim—D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ’em.”

Sheriff Stilinski sighs, his expression tense. “What? Hit the ambulance?”

There’s a pause, then the voice responds, “I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere.”

Scott, Stiles, and I exchange wide-eyed looks, the gravity of the situation sinking in instantly.

Before the sheriff can stop us, Stiles grabs my hand again and pulls me out of the car. “Come on!” he urges, dragging me toward the Jeep. 

The Jeep screeches to a stop, gravel crunching beneath the tires as we pull up to the scene. The officer wasn’t exaggerating—there’s blood everywhere. The ambulance doors are mangled, like something ripped them apart, and crimson streaks drip down the metal. My stomach churns at the sight.

“This… this wasn’t Lydia, right?” My voice cracks as I glance between Scott and Stiles. The idea of another one of my best friends being turned into a werewolf—and worse, going on a killing spree—makes my chest tighten.

Stiles intertwined his fingers with mine, grounding me in the chaos. His hand is warm and steady, a comfort I didn’t realize I needed. He gives my hand a small squeeze, his voice softer than usual. “What kept you from doing something like this, Scott? Was it Allison?”

Scott’s jaw tightens, and his expression is unreadable. “I sure as hell hope so,” he mutters, looking away.

“Do you need to get closer?” I ask Scott, my voice trembling. He shakes his head but doesn’t say anything.

Letting go of Stiles’ hand, I grab my brother’s and force him to look at me. “Please, Scotty. You have to find her.” My voice cracks under the weight of my fear, tears brimming in my eyes. Lydia is probably terrified and alone, and the thought makes my heart ache.

Scott nods, his resolve hardening as he takes off into the woods without another word.

Stiles and I settle on the hood of his Jeep, the metal cold beneath us as we watch the police investigate the ambulance. I exhale deeply, the tension in my chest refusing to ease. Stiles sits beside me, his knee bumping against mine.

“Hey, Stiles?” I ask, breaking the silence.

He hums in response, turning his head to look at me, his brown eyes catching the moonlight.

“If the options were to turn or die, how come I’m still alive?” I chew on my lip, the question that’s been gnawing at me spilling out. “If I’m not a werewolf, what am I?”

Stiles shifts closer, his gaze soft as his thumb rests beneath my lip. Gently, he tugs it free from my teeth. “Maybe Peter lied,” he says, his voice steady, like he’s trying to convince me as much as himself. “Maybe you’re just… you.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I murmur, though uncertainty lingers in my tone.

A rustling sound from the trees catches my attention. I squint into the darkness, my heart leaping at the familiar figure stepping into the light.

“Lyds?” I call out, sliding off the hood of the Jeep. The moment I see her disheveled form—her hair tangled with twigs and leaves, her body covered in dirt and scratches—I break into a sprint.

“Lydia!” I yell, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame. She’s completely naked, shivering as I fumble with the oversized flannel I’m wearing. “Here, put this on.” I slip it off and help her button it, leaving myself in just my tank top and jean shorts.
I guide her back toward the police. The Sheriff rushes over, his face a mix of relief and concern as he takes Lydia to his squad car.

With all the chaos surrounding Lydia’s return, I don’t even notice how cold the air has gotten. It isn’t until I turn back toward Stiles that I realize something’s off. His cheeks are bright red, and he’s very deliberately staring at the ground, avoiding looking at me.

“Stiles?” I ask, confused by his reaction.

He clears his throat awkwardly, still not meeting my eyes. “Uh, nothing, nothing. Just, um… glad Lydia’s okay,” he stammers, his voice a full octave higher than usual.
It’s then that I remember.

I didn't wear a bra. 

Stiles POV:

When we climb back into the Jeep, I try to focus on anything other than the fact that I'm incredibly relieved I cleaned my car out this morning.

"Stiles, you don't have a hoodie or something back here?" Ar's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

I glance over just in time to see her bent over at the waist, rummaging through the back seat. My brain immediately short-circuits. If I tilt my head even slightly, my face will be inches from her ass.

Do not move your head. Do not move your head.

She huffs in frustration, sitting back down with a dramatic flop. Whatever I was about to say vanishes into thin air because my eyes are glued to her chest before I even realize it. 

The thin material of her tank top isn't doing her any favors against the cool air, and... oh my God, why can't I stop staring? 

Her nipples have hardened to a peak.

I tear my eyes away from her tank top clad chest and stare straight ahead. I can't explain why these are the next words out of my mouth but I blurted it out without hesitation. 

“Uh-a-are you cold?” I can see her move to cover her chest in my peripheral vision. 

Smooth. So smooth, Stilinski.

I risk a look at her and her face is flush. “I-I-I wasn't. I-I mean… N-not because I don't-” I stutter before she cuts me off.  

"Thanks for pointing that out," she deadpans, her voice tinged with both embarrassment and amusement.

I risk another glance at her, and she quirks an eyebrow at me, her lips curving into a teasing smirk

"You wanna take me home now?" she asks, her tone light but challenging. "Or do you just want to stare at my boobs all night?"

I want to stare at your boobs all night.

I swallow hard, willing myself not to say that out loud. Instead, I clear my throat and shift uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing tension in my jeans. 

"Uh. Y-yeah. Of course," I stammer, fumbling to start the car.

Fuck. I need to get home.

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

Later that night, after a long, very long, cold shower, I still can't get the image of Ar out of my head. Her flushed cheeks, that smirk, the way her tank top clung to her chest…

Stop. Just stop.

But I can't. Even after I take care of myself. Twice.  The memory of her is burned into my brain.

I collapse onto my bed, staring at the ceiling and groaning in frustration.

I'm officially the worst best friend in the world.

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Chapter 14: Shape-Shifted

Archer POV:

Stepping out of the bathroom, I freeze mid-step, a scream already rising in my throat when I see a shadowy figure standing by my bed. Before I can make a sound, a hand clasps over my mouth. I struggle for a second, then the familiar touch makes me pause. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I recognize who it is, and a mix of relief and anger floods through me.

“Isaac! What the hell are you doing here?” I snap, shoving his hands away and pulling my towel tighter around me. Thank god Scott isn’t home — if he weren’t out with Allison, he’d definitely be rushing in by now. Isaac steps back, then sinks onto the edge of my bed, burying his face in his hands.

I take a deep breath to steady myself before sitting beside him. Gently, I pry his hands away, revealing tear-streaked cheeks and a fresh cut under his eye.

“Oh, Isaac. What happened?” I ask sympathetically.

“I didn't do it.” He pleads. “Archer. Please, you have to believe me. I-I-I didn't do it. I couldn't--” He stuttered, while I placed my hands on his face to make look at me. Tears are flowing down his face and he's shaking with fear. 

My heart breaks some, at the sight of one of the sweetest boys I know, being in so much pain and I don't know how to help him. “Isaac. Calm down. What happened? What are you talking about?”

Sensing Isaac needs to calm down more before he can talk to me, I let Isaac rest his head on my lap while I comb through his dirty blonde hair.  After a while his breathing evens out and he tells me the whole story about the fight he had with his dad. The glass being thrown at him. Him running away. Lastly, about whatever killed his father. 

After telling me everything Isaac gets off my bed and goes over to my window. “Isaac, stop. Where are you going?” I ask following him, securely holding onto the edge of my towel that's still wrapped around my chest. 

“I have to go find Derek.” He states quickly while opening the window and climbing onto the roof below. 

Derek? 

Hestianly, I walk closer to the window. “Isaac--- Why do you have to find Derek?” I question. He was quiet for a long while before turning around to face me. His eyes are no longer their normal light blue. No. They are glowing yellow. 

Derek turned him.

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

Stiles POV:

“I’m serious! It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same.” Scott tells me while putting on his gear. I look at him with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me? Or your sister?” I ask skeptically. 

He hesitates for a moment before responding to me. “I swear! I don't feel the urge to maim and kill you or Ar.” I hum while setting my bag down, freeing my hands to send a text to Ar asking where she is. 

“You know, you say that now. But when the moon goes up and the claws come out I don't want to have to console your sister again because you decided to be a dick and hurt her. Emotionally or physically. It's very stressful on both of us. So yes. We are still locking you up.” 

Sighing Scott grudgingly agrees. “Fine. But I do think I am more in control now since things are good between me and Allison.” I immediately rolled my eyes. 

Scott begged me last night to let him borrow my Jeep. Which he brought back smelling like sex and sweat. 

“Yeah. I am unfortunately very aware how well things are between you two.” He has this stupid in love look on his face while practically singing about how well things are between them. 

He bumps my shoulder while raising his eyebrows “Like really, really good.” Now it's just getting annoying. 

“Yes, yes. I understand how good it is. You don't need to spell it out for me to know  that you are having sex on a regular basis and I am not, thank you.” I spit. 

I sigh, finally having all my gear on. “All right, all right. Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?” He asks. 

A mischievous smile plays on my lips as I answer yes and open my locker. 

All the chains that I had stashed in my locker come, very slowly, pouring out onto the floor at our feet.

“You know, part of me wants to make a joke about which McCall twin you use those on... The other part says that's wildly inappropriate… And I am also scared you might actually answer it… So I am just going to walk away.” 

Face flushed with embarrassment, and now also because I’m picturing Ar and me having sex. I pick up the chains and try to gain Scott's attention to help me. 

“Scott? You okay?”

His eyes flash golden as he looks down at me. “There's another one in here.” he grinds out. 

Standing up and looking around the locker room I ask. “Another what?” eyes meeting him again he grumbles, 

“Another werewolf.” 

 

Archer POV:

Lydia picked me and Allison up this morning for school so she wouldn't have to walk in alone. “You really don't remember anything?” Our brunette friend asks as we are walking towards the front doors. 

“They call it a Fugue State.” I answer for Lydia. 

She hums in agreement. “Which is basically their way of saying ‘We have no idea why you don't remember running around naked in the woods for two days.’ But personally I don't care. I lost nine pounds.” 

I link my arm in with Lydias and ask “Are you ready for this?” She scoffs looking over at Allison with a smirk. “Please, it's not like my aunt is a serial killer.” Then she looks at me. “Or looks like I’ve been in a very unfortunate kinky sex accident..” My mouth gapes a bit before a small smile forms on my face as me and Allison follow Lydia inside. 

The scars on my neck from Peter have mostly closed up. They didn't heal completely as if I were a werewolf, but they definitely healed faster than they should have. Leaving me with three large claw marks from under my ear all the way down to the opposite collar bone. 

As soon as we walk in, all eyes are on Lydia and she freezes. Allison and I come up on either side of her and whisper “Maybe it's the nine pounds.” 

I stifle a laugh as Lydia flips her hair over her shoulder, in typical Lydia fashion and struts down the hall like nothing happened. 

I’m standing by my locker when Isaac saunters over, leaning casually against the one beside mine. “Morning, gorgeous.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. Gorgeous? “Looks like someone’s in a good mood today,” I reply, shutting my locker and heading toward our first class.

He falls into step beside me, his smirk annoyingly persistent. “Why wouldn’t I be? I snuck into a hot girl’s bedroom last night, and now I get to spend all day with her at school.” His voice drops into a teasing purr, making me stop dead in my tracks.

I quickly glance around to make sure no one’s listening before I respond quietly. “First of all, you spent the night crying in my bed. Second, maybe you shouldn’t be so cheerful, considering your dad is dead and we still don’t know who killed him?”

I shoot him a pointed look and keep walking, but I don’t feel him beside me anymore. When I glance back, Isaac is standing where I left him, the playful mask slipping from his face. For a moment, I think I’ve broken through his act.

But I must’ve spoken too soon. As soon as I sit down at my desk, he takes the seat behind me. He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. “If you want, I can come over again tonight,” he murmurs, his voice low. “But this time, it’ll be you who’s crying.”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I force myself to ignore him, even as my cheeks heat up. It’s going to be a long class.

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

I’m studying in the library when I glance at my phone and realize that lacrosse practice has already started. For a moment, I consider skipping it, but I know Scott and Stiles would give me grief if I don’t show up. Plus, I could use a bit of sun.

As I head outside toward the field, I spot two officers leading a player away. It only takes a second for me to recognize the mop of dirty blonde hair. “Isaac?” I breathe out, my voice barely audible. His head snaps toward me, and I start sprinting toward the squad car.

“Hey! Why are you arresting him?!” I shout, reaching the officers just as they push him into the back seat. By now, Scott and Stiles have joined me, their faces a mix of confusion and concern.

Isaac’s eyes meet mine through the car window, a flicker of fear breaking through his usual bravado. The officers ignore my protests as I grab for the door handle, but Scott pulls me back before I can get too close.

“Did you know?” Scott asks quietly, his voice laced with worry as we watch the car drive away. Isaac’s gaze lingers on us until he disappears from view.

“He told me last night,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “He didn’t do it.” I turn to face Scott, tears blurring my vision. “Scotty, you have to believe me. I know Isaac. He wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

Scott’s expression softens as he pulls me into his arms, holding me close as I bury my face against his chest. “I believe you,” he murmurs. “We’ll help him.”

Stiles’ voice breaks through the moment, his tone urgent. “Guys. Tonight’s a full moon. Those cells aren’t built to hold werewolves.”

The realization hits us all at once, and my heart sinks. We’re running out of time.
〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰
Scott sits at the table across from Stiles and I as they try to figure out why Derek would turn Isaac. 

“I am pretty sure his father would hit him.” I whisper just barely enough for them to hear. Both of the boys turn to look at me. “I mean, Derek probably told him that he would be able to protect himself. Isaac is pretty timid if you haven't noticed.” 

“Why didn't you ever tell anyone?” Stiles asks accusatory. 

“Well, I had no evidence. If they were to go there and ask, I am pretty sure both would deny it. I mean, Isaac never straight up told me. He would just come to school with bruises.” I say turning my head towards him while squinting my eyes in annoyance. 

Stiles must feel bad because he immediately backs down. 

“So does being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?” My brother asks, looking over at the boy sitting next to me. 

“Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness.” The boy states looking around the room. “Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?”

Me and Scott look around not seeing the arrogant tool anywhere. “In the principal's office talking to your dad.” Danny says before looking back down at his work. 

“What? Why?” Stiles questions. 

Then, it hits me. Jackson lives across the street from them. “Because he's their neighbor.” I sigh. 

“We gotta get to the principal's office.” Stiles says to me and Scott. 

“How?” My brother asks. 

Without thinking too much about it I wad up a piece of paper and throw it at Mr. Harris. Scotts eyes go wide as he looks at me while Stiles has a mischievous smile on his face. Once Mr. Harris turns around and asks who threw that. I point at Stiles, Stiles points at both me and Scott and Scott points at Stiles.

All three of us are sitting on the bench outside the principal's office while Scott uses his werehearing to listen in on Jackson and Sheriff Stilinski. When Sheriff Stilinski opens the door to leave, I am pulled on top of the spastic boy in order to attempt to hide from his father. 

“Hi Scott. Hi Archer.” The sheriff says while looking at his son who has pulled me on top of him. “Hi Sheriff” I say with a sweet smile and flushed cheeks. He rolls his eyes at his son's antics while walking away. 

“Boys, Lady, come on in,” the man from the funeral says, gesturing us into his office. We all file in and take our seats.

“Scott McCall,” he begins, looking at a file in front of him. “Not exactly a stellar academic record, but it seems you’ve become quite the star athlete. Archer McCall perfect grades, and you even tutor during your free period. What a lovely young lady.” He glances at Stiles next. “Mr. Stilinski. Excellent grades, but no extracurriculars. Perhaps you should try lacrosse.”

Stiles stammers, trying to explain that he is on the lacrosse team, but the man cuts him off, suddenly realizing something. “Wait a second. You’re the Scott who was dating my granddaughter.”

Scott chokes on his own breath, trying to pass it off as a cough. “Uh, yeah, but we’re not dating anymore.”

The man waves a hand dismissively. “Relax, Scott. You look like you’re about to crack a cyanide pill between your teeth.”

Scott takes a deep breath, clearly flustered. “Sorry. It’s just been a tough breakup.”

I can’t help but snicker. “Yeah, he cried for days. It was really ugly.”

Scott shoots me an offended look while Stiles desperately tries to stifle his laughter. The older man just shakes his head with a small smile. “That’s too bad. You seem like a good kid, Scott. But listen, guys, yes, I’m the principal now, but I don’t want you to think of me as the enemy.”

Oh, right. Because the creepy old man who hunts werewolves like my brother, isn’t an enemy. Sure.

“However,” he continues, his tone turning stern, “it’s my first day, and I have to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, one of you will have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.” He introduces himself as Gerard, and I feel a chill run down my spine at the name.

I immediately glance at Scott, and we exchange a silent agreement before both pointing at our spazzy friend. Stiles looks between us, wide-eyed, and throws his hands up in defeat. “Fine,” he groans.

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

Scott and I head toward the bike stand, but we don’t get far before Derek pulls up in his Camaro. He barely needs to say anything before we’re piling into the car, heading toward the Lahey house. When we get there, Derek leads us around to the back.

Scott and Derek start inspecting the living room while I drift into the kitchen. I notice the plates from last night still sitting on the table, and there’s shattered glass on the floor near a dent in the wall… exactly like Isaac described it to me.

“Ar. Come here,” Derek calls out.

I walk over to where he’s standing, right by a door that looks like it leads to the basement. He glances down at me, and his expression hardens. “Listen, Ar. You might want to stay up here.”

I raise an eyebrow, folding my arms as I look up at the brooding werewolf. “Why would I want to stay up here?”

He lets out a sigh like he’s already tired of dealing with me, even though this is the first time I’ve spoken since we arrived. “You’re friends with Isaac, right? From before all of this?”

I cross my arms tighter, catching Scott’s eye. He looks just as confused as I feel. I stay silent, but it’s enough of an answer for Derek.

“As his friend,” Derek says, his voice quieter now, “you might not want to see what’s down there.”

With that, he opens the door and starts leading Scott down the stairs. I hesitate at the top, Derek’s words echoing in my head. But after a few moments, my curiosity wins out. Slowly, I start descending the stairs. 

“What happened down here?” I hear Scott ask quietly.

“Something that leaves an impression,” Derek responds cryptically.

I join them, ignoring the hard look Derek shoots my way. “I thought I told you to wait upstairs,” he growls, but I press forward anyway, feeling drawn to the large chest freezer in the middle of the room.

As I approach, an overwhelming sense of dread washes over me. My hand trembles as I run it along the lid before slowly lifting it open. Scott steps closer, peering inside with me. The interior is covered in deep scratches, dents, and smears of dried blood.

A sob bursts out of me, the sound escaping before I can hold it back. I stumble backward into Derek, who doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around me as I bury my face in his chest. I’m hyperventilating, struggling to catch my breath. The familiar tightness in my lungs has me reaching frantically for my inhaler. Derek lifts me with ease, carrying me up the stairs and setting me down gently on the steps outside.

“I told you not to go in there,” Derek says, his voice softer now, more like a scolding parent than the usual harsh Alpha.

While I take deep breaths, trying to calm down, Scott kneels beside me. “Anxiety can trigger an asthma attack. It used to happen to me all the time,” he explains to Derek.

Finally able to breathe normally, I give Derek a shaky nod. “I’m fine. I just need a minute.”

Both of them exchange a look before heading back inside to finish their investigation. I stay on the steps, taking a few more calming breaths, grateful for the moment alone.

〰〰 ☽ ◯ ☾ 〰〰

The drive to the police station is mostly silent. Derek’s Camaro rumbles along the road, and I lean against the window, still feeling the aftershocks of the panic attack. Just as I’m starting to think he’s going to ignore me the whole ride, Derek speaks up.

“Are you and Isaac dating?”

I whip my head around to look at him, caught off guard. “W-what? Why would you think that?”

He keeps his eyes on the road, his expression unreadable. “He talks about you. A lot.”

My face flushes at his words. It makes sense — Isaac doesn’t have many friends, and I’m probably the only one he feels close to. “We’re just friends,” I manage to say.

Derek hums, as if he’s not entirely convinced. After a moment of silence, he asks another question. “Are you and Stiles dating?”

I blush even harder, looking away quickly. “No.”

He hums again, a small, almost amused sound, before falling silent for the rest of the drive.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. If Derek’s trying to get under my skin, it’s definitely working.

Once we met Stiles in the parking lot he goes over the plan. “Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk.” Derek looks at Stiles confidently “I can distract her--” 

Stiles immediately interrupts “I'm sorry. You? What are you going to do? Punch her in the face?” Derek looks to Stiles “I am going to talk to her.” he says sarcastically. “Oh yeah? Give me a sample. What are you going to say to her?” 

Derek just looks from me to Stiles in silence. “Yeah? Dead silence? That should work beautifully.” The older wolf's face is red in anger “I'm thinking about punching you in the face.”

“Well, Derek is hot. It shouldn't be hard for him to distract a woman.” Derek sends me an appreciative smile as Stiles mouth gaps open. ‘Wha--” 

Opening the Jeep door Derek lets me out as we all head inside. Derek starts distracticing the officer at the front desk as Stiles and I sneak around to his desk.

Reaching for the keys in the box in his dads office, he finds them gone. “Oh shit.” I look over to him. “The keys. They're gone. The hunter must have gotten here already.” He grabs my hand and starts running in the direction of the holding cells. 

We bump into an officer and Stiles starts mumbling out a lie until I notice the arrow in his leg. “Stiles.” I whimper trying to pull him backwards. When his eyes catch sight of what I am seeing he pulls me behind him. 

The hunter slams Stiles to the ground and grabs me, covering my mouth with a rough hand as he drags me toward the holding cells.

My eyes dart around, searching for any chance to escape. I spot the fire alarm just within reach. Stretching as far as I can, I pull it, praying the loud blaring will bring Derek. The hunter growls in frustration and throws me hard against the floor, but Stiles is there, catching me just in time before I hit the ground.

For a moment, everything is still. That’s when we notice it: the cell door where Isaac should be held is hanging open, broken. He’s turned.

Before we can react, the hunter is flung across the room, slamming into the wall. Isaac, fully wolfed out, grabs the man’s wrist and snaps it effortlessly, causing the vial of wolfsbane to fall and shatter on the ground. Isaac slams the hunter’s head into the wall, knocking him out cold.

Slowly, Isaac turns, his glowing blue eyes locking onto Stiles and me. Stiles instinctively steps in front of me, trying to shield me as Isaac stalks closer, growling low in his throat. Just as he’s about to pounce, a roar cuts through the air. Derek’s commanding roar.

Isaac freezes, his aggression draining away as he cowers, dropping to the floor and covering his head like a scolded child.

“Isaac,” I whisper, ignoring Stiles’ protests as I crouch down beside the trembling boy. “It’s me. Are you okay?”

He lifts his head at the sound of my voice, his eyes still that brilliant blue but softened now. “Ar?” he whispers, sounding small and scared. He grabs me suddenly, pulling me into his arms and hiding his face against my chest like he’s seeking comfort.

While Derek and Stiles exchange words in the background, I help Isaac outside, his arm clinging to mine. “D-Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice breaking as he looks me over, desperate for reassurance.

“No, I’m okay,” I say, cupping his cheek with my hand. His eyes meet mine — blue and green — filled with a mix of guilt and relief. He opens his mouth to say something, but Derek’s voice interrupts.

“Come on, Isaac. It’s still a full moon. We need to go.”

Isaac gives me a small, almost shy smile before letting go and climbing into the car with Derek. I watch them drive off, the pit in my stomach still there, but a little lighter now.

 

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