Yes, yes I know there are so many stories where Scott has a twin sister but they are usually paired with either Derek or Stiles from what I've seen. That being said, I've decided to give Isaac some love since he is one of my many favorite characters on the show. Anyways, the first chapter is sort of an introduction which takes place before the first episode and we will probably get into the actual plot of the show in the second chapter.

Also I have no idea about Scott and Sophie's dad, so I'm pretty much making all of this up.

Consider these while reading: Do you like Sophie? Does she seem to plain? Did Isaac seem OOC? Do you have plot ideas? Do you have positive or negative criticism?

I hope that you guys like the character of Sophie McCall and you enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Sophie McCall.

"I'm so happy that you're home, sweetheart!"

I gave my mother a warm smile as she squeezed my hand, still managing to keep the steering wheel of our car under perfect control as we drove down one of the many familiar, tree-lined roads in Beacon Hills. It had been a few months since I'd been in my home town, and I'd missed it and its inhabitants much more than I could've anticipated. My attention strayed to my passenger seat window, gazing on as blurs of green continued to pass along with the occasional white pop of a small house.

"So," my mom continued, stealing a quick glance in my direction. "How was Michigan?"

Michigan had been the home to my dad ever since he and my mom had gotten divorced when my brother and I were younger. It was at the end of my freshmen year when I had decided that maybe some change would be good for my life. That change happened to introduce the idea of spending at least a semester up north with my dad, getting away from the usual way of Beacon Hills. Scott, who has always held a sort of animosity towards our father that I can't really explain, wanted nothing to do him, Michigan, or the school I would be attending there. My twin was sad to see me go, considering we're so close, but managed to keep in contact through a mixture of e-mails, texts, calls, and photos, more often than not recruiting our childhood friend Stiles to add in his own messages.

"Cold," I responded simply through a small laugh. "Very cold. But other than that, it was okay. The people were nice and everything, but it wasn't home."

That had been the main reason why I'd told my dad that I couldn't stay a second semester. His town was filled with friendly people and fun things to do, but they weren't the friendly people and fun things to do that I'd grown up knowing and loving. Plus, I had missed Scott and my mom. Our entire lives basically revolved around each other, with the occasional intervening of Stiles, and that wasn't something I could easily give up.

My mom tightened her grip around my hand a second time. "Well your brother is going to be very happy to see you. Stiles, too. He's probably hanging around our house somewhere."

I grinned at that. I had been thinking throughout the entire plane ride about my reunion with the two boys and all the fun we'd have. They would also be able to do a good job at catching me up with all that I'd missed. There wasn't a doubt that I'd missed a lot in my multiple month long absence.

Scott had told me about Allison, his new girlfriend who seemed very pretty from the few pictures he'd sent. She was obviously important to him, considering how much he gushed on and on about her during all of our phone calls. I'd also been updated on Stiles' forever-long crush on Lydia, and how she'd recently been put into the hospital after some sort of accident that I wasn't really clear on.

A grin appeared on my face as my mother turned onto our street. "I can't wait to see them either!" I exclaimed excitedly. "It's good to be back."

The remaining ride before we reached our house seemed to be the longest of them all. I could see Stiles and Scott sitting on the front porch, evidently knowing of my near arrival. The sight of them made me smile, even more so once my mom was finally turning onto our driveway and putting the car into park. The boys saw us and leapt to their feet immediately as I waved goofily from behind the window. As soon as the car was unlocked, I flung open the door.

"Soph!"

"Sophie!"

"Scott! Stiles!" I called back, leaping out of the car and breaking into a run.

The two boys met me halfway, enveloping the three of us into a large group hug that had me yearning for air. When we broke apart, I immediately took in the difference in my brother's appearance, like his shorter hair and overall much more muscular physique.

"Hair cut?" I questioned, ruffling his dark hair as he nodded. "And you've been working out?"

Scott shrugged somewhat sheepishly. "Uh, something like that."

"How 'bout me Soph?" Stiles remarked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Don't I look any different?"

I tapped a finger to my chin. "Nah." He gave me an exaggerated frown. "You look the same adorable Stiles that I know and love."

"Aw shucks," he muttered, obviously flattered. "But seriously, welcome back. Do you realize how much you've missed? This town has basically gone insane in your absence and you won't even believe all the craziness that-"

"Stiles!" Scott scolded, nudging his hyper friend's arm.

Stiles' big brown eyes flitted from my brother, to me, then back to my brother. There seemed to be a sort of secret understanding between them that I wasn't aware of. With my knowledge of how odd the two of them could be, I shrugged it off as nothing too important.

"Maybe we should go inside before Stiles gives you the complete rundown of everything that's happened since you've left."

"Hey," Stiles interjected. "It wasn't gonna be all me. I was gonna let you chime in a little bit there too, Scott."

My twin and I seemed to simultaneously roll our eyes at our friend.

I glanced back at the car where my mom had opened the trunk. "Let me just grab my bags." I told them, heading in that direction. "Actually, could you two help? I kind of have a lot to bring inside."

The boys nodded eagerly, darting past me and towards the car trunk. A small laugh escaped my lips as I watched them shove each other aside, wondering how I'd ever been able to leave this town in the first place. Figuring I should help with my own luggage, I trudged towards the car, only to see that Scott was already carrying in my two heaviest suitcases, seemingly with ease. I raised an eyebrows, wondering what in the world he'd done to build up that kind of muscle capability during my time away.

The rest of the afternoon had included lemonade, snacks, and a whole lot of summarizing from my two favorite boys. I heard all about lacrosse and Scott's strange and sudden ability to transform into a really good player. It seemed that Stiles hadn't had much luck with the full contact sport, but was apparently improving day by day. They also provided me with a few vague details on all of the animal attacks that had been going on around Beacon Hills, right after presenting me with a welcome home present that ended up being a portable can of mace. Stiles explained how it had been an animal that had attacked Lydia on the night of Winter Formal and that he was still frequently visiting her. You'd have to be blind to not notice the glint in his eye whenever he spoke about our strawberry blonde classmate.

Another big topic of discussion was Allison Argent, and how Scott had been recently pursuing a secretive relationship with her since her parents didn't approve. For what reason, I did not know. I found it hard to believe that anyone would have something against my sweet twin brother. The only explanation I could come up with was that Allison's parents must be extremely strict and disapproving of any boy she brings home. At the end of our conversation, the boys mentioned a guy named Derek Hale and explained, again vaguely, that I should just steer clear of him at all costs. I was a little confused by that, but decided to listen to their advice regardless.

Not long after that Scott and Stiles had to run off to some boys-only type of thing, leaving me home alone since my mom was back at the hospital. I used a portion of the alone time to reacquaint myself with my bedroom as well as unpack a few of my bags. But that got boring pretty quickly, so I changed into some skinny jeans and a black shirt underneath my favorite green pea coat along with my taller brown boots and headed downstairs. I grabbed the spare key on my way out the front door, making sure to lock up before I embarked on my relaxing walk.

I sort of let my mind have a rest as I strolled down the familiar streets and passed familiar houses and waved to familiar people. But the recurring thought about Scott and Stiles' strange behavior couldn't seem to leave my head no matter how hard I tried. Still, I continued walking through the chilly air, watching as my breath made a foggy cloud in front of me.

After around half an hour, I found myself passing by the old cemetery. Scott and I used to be fascinated with the place when we had been children for reasons still unknown to me. Feeling nostalgic, I pushed past the creaky wrought iron gate and began a trek through the crunchy leaves and grass. A sudden cool wind had me clutching my arms around myself as well as provided a low whistling sound that seemed to be the only noise in the entire place. Had the sun been lower in the sky, I might've turned back to go home but its position alerted me that I still had a large margin of time before darkness overtook Beacon Hills.

I kept at a calm and leisurely stroll, glancing at different names and gravestones, and comparing the dates that each of them had. It wasn't an intact headstone, but one which was waiting to be placed in the ground that really captured my attention. The name etched into it read 'Katherine Argent' as well as the dates '1983-2011'. There was a small bulldozer parked nearby and a perfectly straight edged rectangle had been spray painted onto a section of dead looking grass. Judging by the fact that Argent wasn't the most common last name, I guessed that this Katherine woman had been somehow related to Scott's girlfriend Allison. Her birth year suggested that she could've been her much older sister or, perhaps, a very young aunt. Curious, I stepped closer towards the headstone.

"Can I help you?"

The sudden voice made me jump and completely spin around to face whoever it had come from. My widened eyes were mostly relieved to see a harmless looking teenage boy in some jeans and a black fleece jacket. He was taller than me by at least a few inches and had short, slightly curled blonde hair which shined very nicely underneath the setting sun.

"Uh, no," I stammered, placing my hand over my heart and exhaling. "I'm sorry, am I not allowed to be here?"

The boy shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "No, it's alright. I was just coming to check on the equipment for later."

I glanced at the bulldozer before turning my attention back to the boy. "You have to use this? To dig graves?"

He nodded, staring back at me with clear blue eyes. "Sometimes. It's just a part time thing that I do to make my dad happy."

A chilly breeze caused me to shiver as I swept a quick gaze over the cemetery. Sure, I liked walking through every once in a while, but working here and digging graves? It would freak me out to no end. Pushing my glasses up further on my nose, I looked back towards the boy. It was then when I noticed the slight discoloring around one of his eyes. A bruise that was a mix of purple, black, and blue was plain to see.

"What happened to your eye?" I wondered, hoping he wouldn't think I was trying to pry.

"Oh," he muttered, lightly touching the spot with his fingers. "Just from lacrosse."

That caught my attention. "My brother plays lacrosse too! Do you play for the Beacon Hills High School?"

"Yeah," he replied along with a nod. "I just started this year, actually."

I suddenly realized that I had been speaking all this time without ever properly introducing myself to the friendly seeming boy. Exposing my hand to the freezing air, I extended it out and took a small step forward.

"I'm Sophie McCall, by the way." I introduced with a grin. "Scott is my brother who plays lacrosse."

"Isaac Lahey," he responded with a tiny smile, shaking my hand. "And I do know Scott. I didn't know he had a sister?"

"Twin sister," I corrected him, dropping my hand and slipping it back into my pocket. "I spent the first semester of sophomore year in Michigan with my dad. I actually just got back into town today."

Isaac nodded for probably the third time as he took in my information. One look at the sky helped me realize that the sun would be setting soon, and I would need to take off if I wanted to get home before dark. Based on all of the animal stories that Scott and Stiles had told me, I didn't feel one hundred percent safe with my limited defense skills and small can of mace.

"Maybe I'll see you around school then," Isaac said, shaking me out of my animal attack related thoughts.

"Or at lacrosse games," I added. "I'm going to have a hard time believing that Scott is actually a talented player until I see it with my own eyes."

Isaac chuckled at that, running a hand through his short hair.

"I should get going," I told him, glancing up at the sky again. "I'll see you at school Isaac."

I gave him a small goodbye wave which he returned before turning and walking away in the direction that I had come from. As an afterthought, I turned around to call out something else.

"Oh, and I hope your eye feels better!"

He yelled back a thanks in reply and I waved again for some unknown reason before really getting on my way. My ears caught the hum of heavy equipment, most likely the bulldozer, and I was stuck wondering how in the world Isaac could work in a cemetery at night in the creepy place that Beacon Hills had seemed to become. Hopefully my return would bring the answers to my many questions, as well as help me figure out why my twin and best friend were acting so oddly.

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