Chapter 2
Scott ran up to Stiles when he saw him.
“Dude, you cool with your dad?”
“Yea totally, now let’s check out this bite.” Stiles was anxious to see if it was healed. Scott pulled up his shirt and peeled away the bandage. It was perfectly smooth.
“I swear it was there.” Stiles could feel the panic attack.
“I believe ya.” Stiles saw Lydia walking up to the school with her usual crowd. “Hey Lydia.” Usually she would have rolled her eyes and continued walking, but she surprised Scott by stopping. It surprised her friends too.
“So much for that bite Scott.” Lydia said snarkily. She leaned forward and examined his skin, placing her hand on it gently before stepping back.
“I swear it was a wolf.”
“It’s not possible dude. Wolves haven’t been in California for… years.” Stiles voice cracked with the last word.
“I’d have to agree with Stiles.” Lydia huffed and readjusted her bag. “By the way Stiles, she will be flying in Thursday at 8. She asked if you could pick her up.” Stiles jerked his head in acknowledgment.
“Uh Lydia?” One of her friends said hesitantly.
“What?” Lydia asked exasperatedly.
“Why are you talking to them?”
“Why am I talking to you?” She bristled. Stiles might not be cool, and they might not socialize at school, but god dammit, he was her twin and she was tired of being shamed into not talking to him. Stiles smiled.
“The lady has a point, Jennifer right?” Stiles smirked, but internally he was checking Lydia over. She was healthy, not injured, why was she talking to them?
“Jenny.” The girl said quietly. She retreated into her group, fully shamed. Lydia rolled her eyes.
“Get to class boys.” She said before sauntering away.
“That was really weird.” Scott said. He was still in shock that Lydia had stopped, let alone checked out his apparently imaginary bite. “Hey who’s coming into town?”
“Old friend. You’ll meet her Thursday I guess.” They started off to class, and soon enough Scott met Allison. As soon as she walked in, Stiles tensed. She was an Argent. He kept his senses sharp until class ended. He didn’t say anything when Lydia proclaimed she was her new best friend
“Wow, new girl already in with Lydia and her crew.” Becca noted. Stiles nodded. “Aren’t you guys related or something? It was a rumor circulating a while ago.” Stiles rolled his eyes. He couldn’t remember when, but people had along the line forgot Lydia was his twin.
“Hey Lydia, aren’t we related?” He called across the hall. Jackson sneered and pulled Lydia closer. Lydia just rolled her eyes, and turned back to Allison. Scott and Stiles laughed and started walking toward the cafeteria.
“Do I not get an answer?” Becca asked no one.
Lacrosse after school was interesting. Stiles knew Scott would find his new strength, but what happened was not what he expected. Scott made first line with almost no freak-out. Allison was watching, as was Lydia, but that didn’t mean much. When Scott was explaining after school, Stiles tried to tell him, but Scott took it as a joke.
“Dude I swear it was right here.” Stiles believed him, but that was when Stiles felt it. A presence he hasn’t felt in over six years. He hit Scott on the arm, and he looked up.
“Sorry we were looking for something.” Scott said.
“This is private property,” The man growled, before tossing Scott’s inhaler through the air. He made eye contact with Stiles before turning and leaving. Scott looked at Stiles with a surprised look.
“Dude that was Derek Hale. Don’t you remember, he’s like a few years older than us.” Scott shrugged.
“Weird, but I got my inhaler back, let’s go.” Scott began his trek through the forest. Stiles pulled out his phone and hit 2.
“You aren’t going to believe who I just ran into in the woods.” He said, knowing full well the man could hear him. “Oh yes Lydia, Derek Hale has returned to Beacon Hills.”
“Dude you coming?” Scott called.
“Oh yea dude.” He ended the call and followed Scott.
Derek stood in front of the burnt shell of the house. That was Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, on the phone with his twin sister, Lydia. He was with the new wolf, Scott, Stiles had called him. It had been too long.