( Chapter One )
Oh god! You are stupid!

                    LYDIA MARTIN AND NATALIE STILINSKI WERE NEVER FRIENDS. Maybe because Natalie wasn't "cool" enough to be classified as a popular girl, or she just didn't have the appeal for one. But because of this, Natalie always thought the red headed girl was full of herself.

Though her twin brother, Stiles Stilinski had a huge thing for her, Natalie kept her true feelings to herself. And after the fateful discovery that Beacon hills had werewolves amongst them, one being her best friend—Scott McCall. The trio always had something terrible going on. And this time, the famous Peter Hale went after Lydia.

Being hospitalized, Stiles didn't want to leave Lydia alone which left Natalie only with one solution—to stay with him.

                 The twins were sprawled out on the chairs asleep. Stiles rested his head on the arm of the chair while Natalie had hers on his back with her legs propped up. "They've been here all night?" Mr Martin asked Melissa.

                 Melissa lightly tapped Natalie's shoulder, causing her wake up since she was never a deep sleeper. "They've been here all weekend," She answered.

               Natalie groaned, her eyes adjusting to the harsh white light hospitals always had. She rubbed her eye lids, fixing her messy hair, hearing a small mutter from Stiles, "You're dirty."

               She looked at her brother in utterly disgust, her lip raising—displaying what she felt on her face. Natalie grabbed Stile's arm and roughly pushed him off the chairs, making him roll over. Once he hit the floor, he shot up from sleep, fixing himself as if nobody had seen.

                 Natalie had to hold in her giggles, "God, you are stupid!" Stiles sent her a glaring look, "Come on, let's get some snacks, you fool." She locked arms with Stiles and started to look for the vending machine.

                 Just like one of those cartoon shows, the vending machine had a shine like she has been dying for it. Natalie let go of her brothers arm, fumbling for the change in her pocket, she typed the code for a hershey's bar and immediately took a bite after it dropped.

                Up next was Stiles, who was still half asleep,  he put his money in—typing the code for a reeses but before it could fall in the slot, the machine abruptly stopped. Natalie laughed and teased her brother, "Looks like you're having a day."

               Stiles waved her off, not arguing back but started to bang on the glass. Once that didn't work, he tried to lift it—only hurting himself in the process. Than he started to pull it back and forth, Natalie knew how it was going to end. And being the amazing twin she is, she just sat and ate her chocolate bar.

It happened in slow motion, Stiles scurried out the way, "Whoa," he blurted. The vending machine fell foward, hitting the ground with a loud bang followed by glass shattering. Natalie bursted into more laughter, holding her stomach.

Stiles smacked her head and pulled her away from the scene.

As they walked pass the front desk, a loud, screeching scream rang through the hallways of the hospital. Making Natalie winch, the Stilinski siblings ran towards the sound, calling for the girl, "Lydia? Lydia?"

Natalie, Stiles, Melissa, and Mr Martin ran into the bathroom, finding the bathtub was overflowing. Natalie felt a cold breeze by her shoulder, looking to only find the window wide open. "Uh, guys we got a problem," Natalie announced, pointing to the window.

"NAKED? AS IN NUDE?" Sheriff Stilinski, Natalie's and Stiles's dad asked as they walked towards Lydia's hospital room.

"I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing," Melissa remarked, "But, yes, as far as we know, she left here clothing-optional."

                Sheriff sighed, collectively making the group come to a stop, "All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?"

                Melissa nodded, "Every last corner."

                "Nothing suspicious?"

                "Nothing," Melissa recalled, "She just took off."

                  Sheriff took a deep breath before constructing his partner, "All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other descriptiors?"

                  Stiles chimed in on the conversation, dragging Natalie along by her hand, "5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberrt blonde."

                "Is that right?" Sheriff whispered before grabbing a hold of both of the twins necks with his hands, holding them like a cat would to her kitten, "Come here. What the hell are you two still doing here?"

               "He made me," Natalie mumbled, slowly pointing a finger at Stiles.

                Stiles rolled his eyes, "Um.. providing moral support?"

                "How bout you both provide your asses back home, where you should be," Sheriff suggested, though it wasn't really a suggestion.

                 Stiles agreed, "Okay, we can do that too. Mhm."

                  Sheriff pushed the two infront of them, watching them bicker and give eachother hits on the back. "Enough," Sheriff warned, the twins laid off—and began to walk peacefully next fo each other.

                Which was until they reached outside, Stiles pushed her to the side, making her tumble. He quickly got in his car, shutting the door to talk to Scott. At this point, Natalie was pissed with her brother and started to bang on his side of the door.

                Stiles started his engine, ignoring his sister but Allison had walked in front scaring him. "Let me in," Natalie pleaded.

                "Will you be nice?" Stiles questioned.

                  "Yes, I pinky promise," Natalie replied. A pinky promise was a special thing between the twins, never once was a pinky promise broken amongst them.

                  Stiles without a doubt let his sister in with Allison following suit behind. As they began on the road, Stiles asked, "All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

                 "I don't know," Allison admitted, "They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, we'll talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here."

                 "What others?" Stiles questioned.

                  Allison rested her hand on her head, "Hey take it easy on her," Natalie interrupted.

                Allison looked over to the girl with a soft smile before returning to Stiles, "I don't.. They won't tell me that, either."

               "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on," Stiles concluded, "Scott, are we going the right way?"

               Scott, with his head out of the window, shouted so Stiles could hear, "Take the next right!"

         "THE HALE HOUSE?" Natalie acknowledged, her skin felt like spiders were crawing all over when she observed the house, "This place gives me the creeps." She carefully treaded up the hill—leading the way since Stiles was too scared.

         "She came here?" Stiles glimpsed over his shoulder, "You sure?" Stiles repeated to Scott.

          "Yeah, this is where the scent leads," Scott insisted, Stiles mentally cursing because he knew Scott wouldn't lie.

         Natalie kept tip toeing to the house. "All right, but has Lydia ever been here? It doesn't seem like her type of party," She trailed off.

            "Not with me," Allison vowed.

             Accidentally, Natalie tripped on a stick she couldn't see which caused Stiles to dramatically gaped, reaching his hands out for her, "Do not scare me like that!"

           "Relax," Natalie snickered, "Just a stick."

            Stiles bent at his knees, moving the leaves around before he spot something, "Whoa! Hey, look at this. You see this?" Allison and Natalie crouched next to him as he held a thin string, "I think it's a tripwire."

             Pulling up, sudden movement came from behind them—rubbing it off as it was just Scott. "Stiles," Scott called out.

             "Yeah, buddy?" Stiles responded, his attention moving to his upside down best friend, "Oh."
 
             "Next time you see a tripwire..don't trip it," Scott declared, throwing his arms exaggerating his predicament.

             "Yeah, noted."

              Natalie, Allison, and Stiles moved to help him down but Scott began to object, "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide." Nobody moved a muscle, "Go!"

            Stiles turned Allison's shoulder and she got a hold of Natalie, running down the hill to hide behind a tree.

           It wasn't a long conversation before Mr Argent went away, though he did end up leaving Scott hanging from the tripwire. "Man, he did not want to help you out," Natalie mentioned at his current state.

           Breaking a smile, Scott only shook his head. "You okay?" Allison interjected.

           "It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad," Scott explaining, trying to sound not as intimidated.

            "Stiles, help me with this," Natalie called, fidgeting with the tripwire.

              Just as Allison and Stiles turned away to help, Scott sliced himself down with his claws. "Thanks. But I think I got it."

      "SHE ATE THE LIVER?" Scott questioned. Natalie suddenly perked up, she wasn't fully listening to her brother blabber but with a question like that—how couldn't she?

        "Ew, the liver," Natalie added, pretending to vomit.

         "Now, she listens!" Stiles grumbled, "I've been trying to talk to you as well this entire time!"

          "Well after sleeping in the hospital all weekend and staying out in the woods until 2 am," Natalie noted, "I am just a little bit tired."

           "I told you that you could've stayed home!" Stiles objected, trying to make his case seem better.

            "Stiles, you are my twin brother," Natalie lowered her tone, "Wherever you go, I'll be there too. Anyways I have to go before I miss the soccer sign ups."

           Scott waved her goodbye as he just watched an bickering session between the twins. With how long Scott had been friends with Stiles, it was nothing new. It was definitely difficult when Scott started to be friends with Natalie as well, he couldn't just pick Stiles side each time.

            Natalie quickly sped off away from the boys, fixing her wavy dark hair that kept getting in her way. She held her books close to her body, honestly, she looked like a nervous wreck.

Not paying attention much to her surroundings, she didn't notice that somebody was right in front of her and she collided right into the boy.

Natalie was walking fairly quickly so as she ran into him, she fell straight to the floor with a loud thud. "Damn it," she muttered, suddenly getting a wave of embarrassment.

"Oh my god," the boy spoke in panic, "I am so sorry, I didn't see you, I am so sorry."

Natalie lifted her eyes to see the boy in front of her—turns out he was new or Natalie just didn't look around much. His blue piercing eyes seem to pull her in like a string but something didn't go unnoticed by Natalie. His right eye was all darken, blue and purple casing the outside.

"It's okay," Natalie reassured, "I was in my own world it seems." The boy nodded, understanding her feelings since he related it to more than he wanted too. He reached down and helped her up. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

The boy's eyes wandered around like he was scared to answer a question, breaking to the floor, he stuttered, "Isaac, Isaac Lahey."

Natalie smiled, hoping it would ease the anxiety rubbing off of him, "It's nice to meet you Isaac. I'm Natalie, I'll see you around?"

Isaac nodded, something in him fluttering at her voice. But quickly, the feeling went away—lowering his head down as he walked into the school.

          "WHY DO I ALWAYS FIND MYSELF IN THESE SKETCHY SITUATIONS WITH YOU TWO," Natalie sighed. As she was still in her soccer jersey that displayed a '14' on the back, Stiles and Scott were watching Kate's funeral. Or in other words, to keep an eye on Allison and figure out Argents intentions—they brought Natalie along.

            "We couldn't leave you," Scott smiled, placing a hand on her back which caused her to roll her eyes jokingly.

            "Hey, you know,. maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. That's possible, right?" Stiles addressed.

             Scott slowly turned around, giving him a stern look, "I know what they are. They're reinforcements."

              With a blink of an eye, somebody yanked Stiles and Scott by their collars. Natalie stood up quickly as if it had happened to her too. "The three of you. Unbelievable. Pick up my tie," Sheriff gritted through his teeth.

                Her father shot her a serious look, Stiles pleading as he dragged them away, "I know, I'm supposed to ask."

                 Sheriff threw them all into the cop car; Natalie in the middle, with the boys on each side. "Why when something happens you three are always there?" Sheriff asked roughly.

                "Trust me dad, I've been asking myself the same question for years," Natalie reasoned. Sheriff took a deep breath and sat in the front seat, leaving there to be nothing but uncomfortable silence.

                The radio static began to become more prominent, a voice breaking through, "4-1-5 Adam."

               "I didn't copy that," Sheriff spoke into his walkie, "Did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"

                "Disturbance in a car," Stiles whispered. He always listenend into their dad's calls whenever he had the chance too. Weirdly enough, Stiles was good at solving the case from the sidelines. Natalie would always talk about how good he would be in the FBI.

                 "They were taking a heart attack victim. D. O. A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit em," The voice explained.

                 "What, hit the ambulance?" Sheriff grew concern.

                 "Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere. It's route five and post. I swear. I've never seen anything like this," The voice shuttered.

                "All right, take it easy. I'm on my way," Sheriff instructed, "And now as for you two—" Cutting himself off as the backseat was empty, not even Natalie had stayed.

              STILES AND NATALIE RAN AS FAST AS THEY COULD TO CATCH UP WITH SCOTT BUT HES A WEREWOLF, they gave up half way.  Scott appeared to be laying down on the hills bank, ambulance lights gleaming out in the dark woods.

             The twins plopped down next to him, earning a hush for them to stay quiet. "What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles broke the silence.

            Natalie squinted her eyes to be able to see more, since she's suppose to wear glasses and never does—she saw a whole lot of blood, observing, "Are we sure Lydia even did that? I mean, you have Derek Hale on the loose."

           "Yeah, but Derek knows how to control it," Stiles informed, "What kept you from doing that, Scott, was it Allison?"

           "I hope so," Scott sighed.

           Scott caught her scent once more, pulling away from his friends. Stiles abruptly latched to his shoulder, "Just.. I just need you to find her. All right? Please, just.. just find her."

          "I will."

           And with that he was gone. Natalie's heart started to swell, lifting herself off the ground, she let out a giggle, "My brother is such a sap. Let's go, dad's had enough of our running around recently."

           Stiles smiled weakly, "Yeah. I love you little sis."

           "It was only five minutes!" Natalie cried jokingly. Sheriff locked onto his kids again, huffing as he saw the two.

            But Stiles saw passed him, he saw something in the woods. "Lydia?" He softly gasped, "Lydia!" With the last call, the strawberry blonde girl got out of her trance.

             She was shivering badly, Natalie felt terrible. "Well, is someone going to give me a coat?" She shouted. Natalie ripped off her fathers coat and ran it over to the girl while Stiles fell to the floor.

THENAS CORNER !

im actually so excited for this fic.

I KNOW THERE WASNT MUCH ISAAC AND NATALIE BUT THERE WILL BE !!!!!!!!

please stick with me as this is only the first chapter, it was like a character build up and STILES AND NATALIE HAVE MY HEART.