A/N: Hi Everyone! I'm very excited for this story! Stiles has a little sister in this edition of Teen Wolf! The story will take place through season 3 since the second half of the season is very Stiles-centric. I plan on doing about a chapter an episode or so. Except this first chapter will be two parts! Some of the dialogue may be the same through out. In that case any recognizable dialogue IS NOT mine! Any comments, questions, suggestions welcome!

Enjoy! :)

"Paige! Paige! Wake up!" Stiles says urgently.

I sit straight up and my eyes fly open and quickly find Stiles worried face illuminated by the glow of the moon light. I instinctively grab his fore arm as my entire body starts shaking.

"Hey, hey, you're alright. You're awake." He says calmly.

I tuck my legs up to my chest and bury my head in my knees. I feel Stiles wrap his arms around my body and pull me in closer to him like how he used to when we were little and I had nightmares.

"Bad dream?" He asks.

I shake my head in agreement not wanting to think about the nightmare I just had, "Was I screaming?"

"Only a little. You wanna talk about it?" He asks.

"It was the night Mom died and we were at the hospital with her and..." I look up at him and it looks like he hasn't gotten any sleep all night, "Stiles is everything okay?"

"Weird things are happening, Paige."

"You mean weirder then the streak of animal attacks the town had?"

He looks at me strangely like he's not sure he wants to answer that question.

Stiles stands up and starts to pace my room nervously, "Would it make you feel better if I said I've been having nightmares too lately?"

"About Mom?" I say sitting up straighter.

"I constantly replay the night she died and some versions are worse then others. But, it starts all the same I'm trying to get hold of Dad, but dispatch tells me he's out on a call. You're wearing the purple dress Mom bought you for your last birthday and I have my blue baseball cap on. We sit together in her room and she barely remembers either of us, but I knew sitting there was the only option and..." He slowly gets quiet and I can see the glimmer of tears on his cheeks.

I jump up from my bed and run to give him a hug.

"Stiles, you know there was nothing either of us could have done for Mom. And, being with her that night is what she wanted even if she really didn't know it. You can't blame yourself." He hugs me tightly and kisses the top of my head.

"Come on. I got an idea." He grabs my hand and we walk down the hallway, stopping quickly at Stiles' room so he can grab his pillow.

As we pass Dad's bedroom I hear him snoring loudly. The one thing about our Dad is ever since Mom passed away he sleeps like a rock and it takes a lot to wake him up. Ever since I can remember if something happened in the middle of the night Stiles was always there.

We walk down to the living room and I plop down on the couch and Stiles runs to the basement quickly and returns with an already blown up mattress and a pile of blankets.

"What the hell?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.

"Remember when we were younger, if either of us had nightmares Mom would set the mattress up for us and we'd have a sleep over in the living room." He says, smiling widely.

"Yeah of course. But, that was years ago."

"Let's just say I'm always prepared." He smiles.

He places the mattress down and the pile of blankets. I climb on to the mattress and grab some of the blankets and Stiles lies down next to me.

"Ready to start High School tomorrow Paige?" Stiles asks yawning.

"Ughh, don't even remind me." I say, closing my eyes and I fall quickly asleep.

When I wake up Stiles is already gone from his spot next me. I go upstairs and find he has already showered and is pulling on one of his plaid shirts.

"Morning P," He says, "Ready for your big day?"

I just roll my eyes and walk towards my bedroom.

"Hey!" Stiles says, sticking his head out of his door, "I know you're nervous, Paige. You don't hide it as well as you think you do. You're going to be okay. You got me, Scott, Allison and Lydia, too. You'll be just fine."

I feel my shoulders release from tension and a satisfied smile spreads across my face.

"Thanks Stiles."

Stiles was right, for the last two weeks I have been terrified to start High School. With the insane number of things happening at Beacon Hills High School lately I don't know who wouldn't be terrified to start school there.

I walk into my room and pull out the purple dress and denim jacket I planned for today from my closet and curled my hair, pinning half of my hair up and adding my tan colored gladiator sandals to finish the outfit off. I look in the mirror checking over myself one last time.

"Morning Sweetie." I hear Dad's voice.

I spin around and see him standing in full uniform in my doorway playing with something in his hands.

"Hey Dad. How do I look?" I say smiling at him.

"You look like...like..."

"Stiles?" I say giggling lightly.

Thinking about how many times Stiles and I have gotten told we look alike.

"Well, that too, but I was going to say you look like your mother." He smiles, "Here I got something for you."

He walks towards me and signals for me to turn around I do as he says and he drops a necklace in front of me and fastens it behind my back.

"It was your mother's." He says, kissing me on the side of the head, "I'll meet you downstairs."

My dad leaves and I take a closer look at the necklace in the mirror. It's a silver chain with two pearls in the middle. It's simple and beautiful just like Mom was.

I grab my bag and make sure I have everything I need before heading downstairs for breakfast. As I walk out into the hallway I see Dad has stopped at Stiles room.

"Stiles what are you doing?" Dad says, in the voice that I know Stiles is up to his usual shenanigans.

"Do you know how many vehicle collisions last year involved deer? 247,000." Stiles says, staring at his computer screen.

"Oh God, please go to school." Dad replies.

I laugh knowing once Stiles gets in this mode there is no stopping him.

"But, that's crossing the road this one last night came right down the middle." He says, hitting a few more keys.

"Last night? What are you talking about?" I ask, stunned Stiles never mentioned anything to me last night, "Who got hit by a deer?"

"Lydia and Allison. But, they're okay." My dad says, "I'm not gonna beg you, Stiles. Would you consider a bribe?"

"You couldn't meet my price."

"Extortion?" Dad says.

"You got nothing on me." Stiles says, still typing on the computer.

I'm trying really hard not to start hysterically laughing at this point, but I know this isn't going to end well.

"I didn't want to have to do this." Dad says, grabbing the back of Stiles desk chair and slowly starts to pull him away until Stiles falls off the chair.

After the mornings entertainment, I walk to the kitchen and grab my parfait, a bagel for Stiles, and our lunches out of the fridge. Stiles joins me shortly after followed by Dad. He gives us one last hug before we head out the door. Stiles and I jump in the jeep and head to school.

"So who is your first class?" Stiles asks, ripping off a piece of his bagel.

"Econ with Coach." I tell him, recalling Scott and Stiles nut job of a lacrosse Coach.

"Way to start off your High School career." Stiles starts laughing.

Before I know it, we've pulled into the parking lot and just passed Scott who just arrived on a new motorbike. I watch all the people moving about and chatting to eachother and I feel my heart beat start race.

"Paige? Paige!"

"What?" I say, snapping my head in Stiles direction.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah of course."

"Ya sure? It looks like you're about to rip the handle of the door off." Stiles says, pointing to the door.

"Sorry!" I say, releasing my grip on the door.

"Look," He says, grabbing my hand, "I know your whole friend situation is a little shaky right now. But, trust me they don't deserve you. You're better than all of them."

I reach across the car and give him a hug.

"Ready?" He asks, opening his car door.

"Ready." I reply.