Stand By Me

01

SAWYER HOME

A knock sounded on Peyton's door and she said, "Come in."

The door opened and Stiles stood on the other side. "You want to go on an adventure?"

Peyton's brow furrowed. "What adventure? Will this get you, me, us in trouble?"

"Possibly."

"Are you getting the third?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

She let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine. But if I trip and fall and die, I'm haunting you from the grave."

"I'm gonna watch out for you, Peyton. I promise."

MCCALL HOME

Scott was getting ready for bed. As he laced up his lacrosse stick, he heard an odd sound. He grabbed a wooden bat and made his way outside.

Stiles Stilinski dangled from the roof, causing Scott to scream.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott cried.

"You weren't answering your phone," Stiles replied. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator."

"A pre -- I -- wha -- look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police."

"For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods."

"A dead body?"

"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body."

"You mean like murdered?"

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her late 20s."

"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?"

"That's the best part. They only found half. We're going."

Peyton frowned. "Oh, now you tell me? Stiles, this is information I would've liked to have known!"

"Are you still coming?"

Peyton considered it nodded. "Yeah, I guess. But you have a horrible habit of keeping vital information until it's absolutely necessary to share it."

"Something I learned from my dad."

"Or you just like putting an asthmatic boy and a blind girl in dangerous situations."

"Not true."

Scott let out a frustrated sigh. "If we're gonna do this, we should go."

---

Scott let out an annoyed sigh as they reached the Beacon Hills Preserve. "We're seriously doing this?"

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles shot back.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott said.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bed is such a grueling effort," Stiles replied sarcastically.

"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Peyton asked.

"Huh! I didn't even think about that."

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out there?"