Hi there! Okay so this is my second fanfiction. I just had this idea and I started writing it down and then I thought "why not share it?" so... yeah... I starts in the summer before season 3 but the last part is in 3x01 already.

I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading :)

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF (..I wish..)

I DO OWN ANNABELLE

Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

Third Person

Scott was lying on his bed, intensely focused on reading one of the many books the school had given him over the summer. He had promised to be better this year, to his mother, and to himself. Knowing she was at work at this time of day, he felt startled when he heard the front door creaking open thanks to his werewolf abilities.

Dropping the book, he stood up abruptly and exited his room. He heard the footsteps of the intruder downstairs. Scott frowned. Who could it be? A robber? But he knew better than to think so positively. Since he had received the bite, robbers were the least of his problems. He grabbed the bat from his room and slowly descended the stairs, trying to make the least noise possible.

He glanced around, there was no one in sight. Focusing on his hearing, he recognised the sound of footsteps entering the kitchen.

He rushed towards the room. Bat ready to strike. "What the…" He lowered his bat. There was indeed someone in front of him.

The intruder had opened the fridge and was now holding a turkey club sandwich, which she let go of once she heard Scott's voice.

"Geesh Scott don't do that to me!" The girl exclaimed, picking up the sandwich from the floor. "Now, look what you've done!" She shook the splattered sandwich in his face. "This wasted food is all on you dude."

Scott, who was still recovering from the sight of the girl who he was pretty shocked to see, just stood there, mouth wide open.

"What's wrong?" She raised an eyebrow at him, biting the sandwich even though it had fallen on the floor. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm not quite sure I haven't." Scott replied. "Annabelle?"

"Well, I see you haven't forgotten my name." Annabelle smirked reaching out to hug him. He hugged her back tightly.

"When did you get back?" He asked as she let him go.

"Just now. It was a six hour flight and I'm starving." She reached for the sandwich again but he retracted her arm.

"That fell on the floor." He reminded her.

"Now you know just at what level my hunger is at." She told him, patting his chest. "I missed you little bro." She added a while later.

He smiled. "Yeah, you were kind of missed too."

"Kind of?" Annabelle looked outraged. "Please, you were lost without me."

Scott laughed as he threw the sandwich away. "C'mon, I'll cook you something."

Her mouth dropped. "You can cook? Wow, how long was I gone?"

"Shut up." Scott nudged her, heading to the fridge. "So, does mom know your back?"

"Yup. I just left you in the dark of my return. I wanted it to be a surprise." She winked.

"I thought you were a robber." Or a deadly supernatural creature.

"Hmm… That explains the bat." She glanced at the bat Scott had dropped on the floor.

Annabelle's P.O.V

Coming back home proved to be a good decision I don't regret. I had missed my small town and my old friends. But most of all, my family. Since our father left it wasn't easy for me, or for Scott. The difference is, he stayed. And I didn't.

Returning after all this time made me wonder if I made a wise choice by leaving. Things didn't seem to have changed a lot since I left.

But boy was I wrong.

I spent the last two weeks of summer in full-on 'family time' mode. And I actually enjoyed myself. I helped Scott out with his summer homework, or at least I tried to, I honestly wasn't a genius at mathematics... or chemistry... or English... or any other subject really.

Apparently Scott had taken up my same habits since he had been failing classes the last semester. But he wanted to do better this year.

He even raised up enough money to buy a scooter! I mentioned to Mom if I had any chance of getting one myself but she made her feelings quite clear.

"Absolutely not!" She exclaimed, holding up a very large kitchen knife. I realized when she was cutting vegetables was probably not the best time to ask her this.

"But why not!" I complained. "Scott has one! And I'm older than him." Just in case she forgot.

"I'm aware of that. But I don't need both my children seconds away from death every time they go on those things." She insisted. "You could get hurt."

"So could Scott." I pointed out. But apparently I must have said something incredibly funny that I didn't realize since she let out a laugh. "Mom, I know I'm hilarious 99.9% of the time but I don't see any humor in what I just said."

"Oh it's nothing honey." She stopped laughing. "Inside joke." As she said that, my baby bro walked in.

"Sup Scott?" I greeted him. "See? He's still breathing." I mocked my mom.

"Um, did I miss something?" Scott raised an eyebrow.

"Just your sister trying to convince me to get her a scooter." Mom shrugged.

"I even tried the puppy face. That was my big move." I told Scott desperately.

"Belle, Scott can have a scooter because I know he won't hurt himself." She explained seriously, then glanced at my brother and added: "Because he's... careful."

I eyed her. I felt they were not telling me something. An unspoken agreement they had to plot against me. "I'm careful too." I remarked.

Mom raised an eyebrow at me. "Belle, I love you, but you are one of the most reckless people I know."

"I am not!" I denied.

"You're also in denial." Scott added.

"...Shut up." And with that, I left the kitchen. Cursing at them under my breath.

Third Person

Scott and his mother smiled as Annabelle left the kitchen.

"I missed her." He admitted, glancing back at the closing kitchen door.

"We both did." His mom agreed, then turned to face him. "But don't you think you should tell her?"

"Like, tell her tell her?" Scott asked.

"Yes!" She replied. "I can't keep lying to my own daughter."

"You're not lying, you're just... withholding information." Scott offered.

"C'mon Scott, how long can you keep this from your sister?" She asked realistically.

"Not long." He admitted. "But- I just don't want her in the middle of anything."

"Honestly Scott, I feel a lot better knowing, and probably having to take some serious therapy sessions and having uncontrollable nightmares, than not knowing and having no idea what's actually going on." She made a good point. "It just feels like living a lie."

He nodded. "You're right, it's just... Remember when you found out?" He looked at her. "You didn't speak to me for more than a week."

"I was... dealing. With the shock." She explained. "It was pretty shocking." She admitted.

"Exactly. But you came through." Scott continued. "I guess I'm just scared that she won't. That she'll just run off again and I'll never see her for other two years, or more."

"Oh, Scott-" she reached out to hug him. "I know it hurt you when she left. She just did what she thought was the best thing for her."

He hugged his mom back. "I know. That's what worries me."

Annabelle's P.O.V

A down side to returning home was having to get a part-time job after school. And I hated working.

Fortunately, I knew the owner of a café downtown, who hired me regardless of my non-existent experience.

"Don't make me regret this." He warned.

"You won't." I winked at him, and he made me start my job off by cleaning the tables. Great…

It started getting late, the café was completely empty and my boss had gone out to throw away the garbage. I texted Scott if he could give me a ride home when I heard the door of the café open. "We're closing." I informed the man that walked in. He was tall, brown hair, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a stick in his hand. It didn't take long for me to put two and two together. He was blind.

"Oh, I'm sure you can make one quick coffee." He pleaded, using his stick to direct him towards a free table. Well, they were all free.

Not wanting to have a blind man on my conscience, I nodded. Then, remembering he couldn't see me, I spoke. "Sure, coming right up." I was a total pro at this waitress thing.

Mentally patting myself on the back, I poured some coffee in a mug and, trying not to spill it, returned to his table.

But the man wasn't there anymore.

"Hmmm… What a waste of coffee." I commented.

I turned around and gasped. The man was standing in front of me. Shocked, I dropped the coffee mug, letting it shatter on the floor. "Crap." My boss was going to kill me.

"I didn't mean to startle you." The man apologized, not very convincingly.

"Well… you did." It's not cool to sneak up on people like that.

"Perhaps I could make it up to you." He suggested.

At this point I was a little freaked out by this guy. "Don't worry about it." I shrugged it off. "But you should probably leave. My boss-"

"Your boss wants me to stay." I frowned. "Isn't that right?" He asked from behind me. I turned around to see the man who hired me being held by other two people. One was a girl with long black hair, and the other was a huge, slightly bald guy.

My eyes widened when they both changed, hair growing on their faces and their eyes glowing red. What the hell was going on? My boss looked terrified, and he tried to escape from their grips uselessly. Claws started to sprout from their hands and, at least regarding the girl, on her feet.

I tried to take a step back but I found myself blocked by two strong hands gripping my arms. "Now, how about that coffee?"

And that was the first chapter! The story is going to pretty much follow season 3 in the basic storyline but I'll have some surprises of my own ;)

Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it pleaaaase follow, favorite and review!

MORE REVIEWS = FASTER UPDATE!