The Other McCall

my brother is... good at lacrosse?

A scream ricocheted through the McCall household. Scott sat upright, head pounding as he pelted down the stairs to save his sister. Bitch as she may be, she is a McCall. He got downstairs only to see Courtney pressed against the wall and Stiles looking around awkwardly. Thank god mom was working out late.

As soon as she saw him, Courtney rushed to his side. "Scott! Why is there a stranger in our kitchen? Make him leave; call 911, grab a baseball bat, I don't care just get him out!" Her voice was high pitched with fear at the break in.

Scott laughed as Stiles looked even more dumbfounded. "Relax, Courts. That's just Stiles."

Courtney blinked and looked around. "What the hell is a stiles?" She sounded so genuinely confused that Scott let out another laugh.

Stiles raised an arm. "I'm a Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. We're in the same classes... You know what, why do I even bother?"

"Who are you and what are you doing in our house?" Courtney threatened lowly.

Stiles gaped. "I'm your brother's best friend. His only friend. I'm here to get Scott."

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Oh. You're buzzcut; the one obsessed with Lydia. Newsflash: she's both out of your league and out of the dating pool." She turned to Scott. "Keep your friend under control, please? I have cheer practice tomorrow morning and I need my beauty sleep." Without saying another word she strutted out of the kitchen, flipping her hair over her shoulder and repositioning her silk eye mask.

Stiles turned to Scott and raised an eyebrow. Scott shrugged in return. "What are you doing here?"

"I know it's late," Stiles acknowledged. "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?" Scott asked.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods," was his reply.

"A dead body?"

"No, a body of water," Stiles punned sarcastically. "Yes, dumb - ass, a dead body."

Scott shivered and pressed for more info. "You mean like murdered?"

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

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

"That's the best part," grinned Stiles. "They only found half. We're going." His tone left no room for refusal.

Scott groaned. "Courtney!" He yelled up the stairs. "I'm going to search the woods for half of a dead body so cover for me if mom get home, okay?"

He got a muffled groan in return. "Whatever, weirdo."

Satisfied with his answer, Scott turned to Stiles. "Let's go!"

Ten minutes later they were in the woods. "We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked incredulously.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles retorted. "Well, nothing except your sister ruining lives."

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

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

"No," Scott defended. "Because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

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