DISCLAIMER/ AN: I do not own Teen Wolf, I only own Charlie and her father. This story was originally published two years ago as "All We Are". I deleted it several months ago and have been fixing the many grammatical mistakes throughout the story (thank you FriendsWithTheMonster for being an extra pair of eyes for this and so supportive of me). I've made a few changes from the original draft of the story, most of the early chapters are mostly untouched from how they appeared the first time that I posted the story although many have been combined into single chapters. Thank you for taking the time to read this fanfic, I really appreciate it whether you love it or hate it, I'd love to hear about it. Charlie and her dad actually belong in another universe called the Fragment chronicles (working title I know it's lame) I'm about halfway finished with the first book so if she seems like a character you want to know more about, PM me, I'd love to share her world with you. Thank you all again for reading and without further ado, here's chapter one.

Chapter One:

I glanced at my alarm clock, looked out the window at my old tree house and held my breath. There it was, two quick blinks of the flashlight. I grabbed extra pillows and blankets since it was a cold night and tried to be as quiet as possible while climbing out the window, and headed over to the tree house. My dad was off tonight, and there was no way I'd be able to explain myself if I got caught.

I had a little difficulty climbing, but I managed to hoist myself and the extra provisions up without falling or dropping anything. His back was away from me, the small first aid kit open and the make-up compact I had left up here as a mirror.

"Not too bad this time, I just needed to try and clean it before work-"

"Work? It's one in the morning Isaac" I said tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder, he flinched, keeping his back turned to me.

"It's gonna be worse if I don't go ahead and get it done, the funeral's tomorrow." He said putting the compact down. His movements were slow and cautious protecting himself from more pain.

"At least let me help you," I said.

He turned, and I saw the black-eye. It wasn't the worst injury I'd seen on him, though. I held up the flashlight to make sure I didn't miss any other marks. I knew something was up, though, Isaac only came here when it was awful. "What aren't you showing me?"

Without saying a word, Isaac lifted his jacket and shirt to reveal an infected looking abrasion on his back.

"Oh, Isaac-," I said trying to get my emotions in check.

"It's not bad, and He-he didn't do it I scratched it a few weeks ago when I was in- when I got stuck. I never cleaned it; that's why it looks bad." He said trying to reassure me.

I didn't want to upset him by arguing, so I just nodded.

"Lay on your stomach for me," I said keeping my voice steady, he complied.

I lifted his jacket and shirt up again.

"Pass me the peroxide, please."

He did.

"Now this is going to sting" I warned as I took the top off.

As soon as I had it open I held onto one of his hands with my left hand and poured the peroxide over the wound with the right. He hissed and gripped my hand tightly for a second but then relaxed. I watched the wound bubble with the peroxide and listened as it fizzed. I sat the bottle down and stroked his curly brown hair for a bit while I gave the peroxide time to work.

"If I told my dad-" I started, but he looked up at me worried.

"If you told your dad it would only make things worse." He said. His voice was strained with emotion, and I knew to drop it.

"Okay, I won't say anything. I just wish I could do something." I said as I dug through the kit for Neosporin and began to rub it on his back as gently as possible. When I finished, I grabbed some bandages and tape and covered the wound. "All done."

"Thanks," He said getting up. "And Charlie, you do more for me than anyone," He said squeezing my hand quickly before he began to climb down the ladder.

"Isaac" I called. His head popped back up through the floor.

"At least let me know when you make it home safe." He smiled before climbing down again. I sighed before following him down the ladder and watched him ride off on his bike before climbing back through my window.

xxx

When I woke up, there was a missed call and text from Isaac. Trapped in a grave.

Shit! I had fallen asleep and poor Isaac was probably still stuck. I threw on some jeans and a sweatshirt, brushed my teeth and ran a comb through my hair before throwing it up in a ponytail, and grabbed my book-bag, before running out the door.

My dad's cruiser was gone so he must have gotten called in early to work. The Tacoma was parked in front of the garage, but it wouldn't help me out. I couldn't drive without my dad with me until I turned 16, and that wasn't going to happen until June. I grabbed my bike from the side of the house and took off towards the cemetery.

When I reached the gates, I had to duck behind one of the tombstones because not only was Isaac's dad standing there beside him, but my dad and my uncle were there questioning Isaac. I was too far away to hear their conversation, but I noticed Isaac looking my way but not at me.

I turned and saw none other than creepy-guy-extraordinaire Derek Hale lurking (there's not really a better description for it) in the tree line behind me. Uncle John seemed to notice Isaac looking, and I had to duck behind the tombstone again to keep from getting caught. I crept back to the gates and decided to wait for him there after that.

It wasn't long before Isaac rounded the corner with a distracted look on his face.

"Hey. I'm so sorry I must have fallen asleep, and I didn't get your message until I woke up." I said in one breath, taking him by surprise.

"It's fine," Isaac said picking up his bike and getting on. I did the same.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He said.

That phrase was starting to annoy me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Grave robbers," He said.

He was pedaling faster, and I was having trouble to keep up.

"What did they take?"

"A liver."

He was too far ahead of me now.

He was already walking into the school when I reached the bike rack.

"ISAAC!"

He turned and looked at me as well as about 20 other people. I locked my bike quickly and ran to catch up.

"Are you mad at me?" Isaac was my best friend, not to mention the fact that I'd been head over heels for the boy since 6th grade. He couldn't be mad at me.

He sighed. "I've just got a lot on my plate right now Charlie."

I nodded.

"Do you want to study after school? I could help you with English and you could help me in Algebra 2, and maybe the two of us could get Chemistry figured out." I asked grabbing my books from my locker.

"I can't, I've got some business to take care of after school." He said grabbing his Economics book and began to head to class.

"Does that business have something to do with Derek Hale?" I asked.

He froze.

"How do you know-"

"I saw him in the cemetery. Listen Isaac, you should stay away from that guy he's bad news. My cousin Stiles told me all about him-"

"I doubt Stiles told you everything." Isaac scoffed.

I was a little startled by his behavior, but I pressed on.

"He told me he was a suspect for all of the attacks that were happening and that he's still a person of interest."

"He was innocent. Why don't you ask your cousin what's really going on before you decide who's bad news" He snapped at me before taking off for his class.

I let out a frustrated sigh and headed for English.

I didn't see Isaac again until chemistry. He hadn't come in yet but Stiles and Scott were already seated and whispering. I guessed it was about finding Lydia, who I had failed to learn was missing until the first period gossip swept through because I had been so preoccupied with Isaac. I patted Stiles on the arm and he jumped about a mile in his chair.

"You okay?" I asked.

Scott was staring at me funny.

"What?"

"About the whole Lydia thing, are you okay?" I asked.

Scott had stopped his stare down and Stiles sighed in relief.

"Y-yeah."

"Don't worry they'll find her." I told him shrugging off their odd behavior because it was Scott and Stiles and normal just didn't seem to be in their vocabulary.

I took my usual seat and waited for Isaac.

Stiles and Scott used to be as close to me as Isaac, minus the whole crush thing- okay in Stiles case anyways. I had gone through a Scott McCall phase after our first "boy-girl" party and he kissed me on a dare. Fortunately, that crush ended about two minutes later when he and Stiles had gotten in a farting contest but what can you expect from 11-year-old boys right?

This year though Scott's co-captain status had elevated him to the notice of the popular kids and I guess Stiles too by proxy. The boys started getting secretive and going off without me so I started hanging out with Isaac more often. Of course, if this morning was any indication of how the rest of the year was going to go, I might need to start looking for a new friend to hang out with.

Isaac came in and sat down beside me without a word.

"Glad to see you're in a good mood," I whispered sarcastically as I began copying Harris' notes and tried my best to ignore Isaac and give him a taste of his own medicine.

He grabbed my hand and I felt the butterflies start training for the circus in my stomach. I looked up at him and his blue eyes stared into my hazel ones, it was hard to stay mad at him when I looked at him. His eye was still bruised pretty badly, but the swelling had gone down some, I only hoped his back was getting better.

"Can you just trust me that I know what I'm doing?"

"Isaac I trust you, I'm just worried about you. Look whatever's going on, we can fix it, my Dad can help-"

"No, no one can help! No one but Derek." I noticed Scott seemed to perk up at that.

"Okay" I said trying to calm (and quiet) him down. "Would you just talk to me?"

"I am talking" He said.

"Fine" I said going back to my notes and ignoring him the rest of the period. I didn't know if Derek was some sort of drug dealer or gang leader or what but I knew he was bad news.

When the bell rang I got up as fast as possible.

"Charlie" I was not going to turn around.

"Charlie" I was not going to cave, I was putting my foot down. He was about to get mixed up in something really bad. I might not be able to stop his dad from hitting him, and maybe I couldn't stop him from going to Derek, but I sure as hell wasn't about to just sit there and watch him really screw his life up.

"CHARLIE!" I caved. I stopped in the hall and waited for him to catch up.

"Please don't be mad at me" He said.

"I'm not mad, I'm worried! You told me to trust you well trust me that Derek guy's bad news. Please just stay away from him. You told me not to tell anyone about your dad and I haven't I sit and watch you get hurt and I don't say a word. But don't ask me to just keep my mouth shut while you throw your life away, Derek can't help you." I said as quietly as possible. I hadn't realized I was crying until he wiped a tear off my cheek.

"Okay" He said softly.

"What?"

"I'll stay away from him." I surprised myself by wrapping him in a hug which was a little hard considering he was over a foot taller than me. He hesitated for a second before returning it.

"I really do have something I have to take care of after school okay?" He said I gazed up at him something was off but I didn't want to press, I had just won the Derek battle and I didn't want to push my luck.

xxx

Lunch was a bit... well awkward to say the least. Isaac didn't show up and when I tried to call he sent a cryptic: emergency, can't talk back.

I tried not to worry. I had made it halfway from the line to the table, pizza in hand when I felt a pair of hands rest on my shoulders.

"Oh Jesus!" I screamed watching the plate clatter to the floor and turning to see none other than my idiot for a cousin. "Stiles I'm gonna kill you!"

He was rubbing his ears dramatically but when he saw my glare he held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry how was I supposed to know you were taking singing lessons from a banshee, I mean seriously, OUCH!"

"You owe me lunch." I told him annoyed. He rolled his eyes and picked up the slice of pizza and put it back on my plate and handed it to me.

"There, five second rule." I stared down. My pizza was now sporting a dust bunny topping, I looked up at him.

"Alright fine be nice-nasty, I still have to get mine anyways." Stiles said getting back in line with me, I rolled my eyes.

"What did you want anyways?" I asked as we moved up towards the counter. Stiles was pointing out about 50 things to the lunch lady.

"What?" He asked distractedly. "Crap, there out of Pizza Charlie." He said. I gave up, there was no use asking Stiles anything when food was around. I settled for a large order of fries and an apple. Stiles had already started chowing down before we hit the register. He took out a messy wad of fives, ones, and lint from his pocket and paid the annoyed looking lunch lady.

"Well I'd say thanks for lunch but seeing as how I have no pizza I don't think I will" I told him before walking off. He followed me and plopped down across from me.

"What do you want Stiles?"

"Jeez can't a guy visit his favorite cousin?" He asked his voice going slightly higher which it always did when he lied. I stared at him.

"Stiles, I'm your only cousin"

"Not true, there's Miguel and I like you way better than him... actually I really can't stand him and his violent, scary ways..." Stiles was off on a tangent now and there was no getting him back, I was beginning to think Stiles was abusing his Adderall prescription again.

"Who the Hell is Miguel?" I asked we didn't have anyone in our family named Miguel, I don't think I even knew anyone named Miguel.

"Long story, point being though you are most definitely the favorite which is why I'm sitting with you today." He said.

"Okay." I went to my fries.

Stiles was tapping his fingers nervously looking around him but wouldn't say what he was looking for, I had assumed that he was waiting for Scott since they were attached at the hip.

"Waiting on the boyfriend?" I asked slightly annoyed, after arguing about wanting to spend time with me he hadn't said one word to me.

"What? No. I mean yes- not to the boyfriend part though, Scott's supposed to come by and visit too. So- um, where's your boyfriend." He asked.

"Isaac's not my boyfriend!" I said defensively, Stiles smirked. Crap! I'd given the idiot ammo.

"I didn't say Isaac."

"Why do you want to know?" I asked trying to turn the topic away from boyfriends. He ran a hand through his buzz cut.

"Just curious. I heard Dad say he was going to question him about a grave robber."

"You mean you were eavesdropping." I smirked.

"I was listening to a conversation without the two parties' knowledge."

"You were Eavesdropping."

"Fine I was eavesdropping! So what happened?"

"They stole a liver." I told him smugly I hadn't been able to one-up him on criminal knowledge in years and he still didn't let me live down the fact that I had missed the half-a-dead body adventure at the beginning of the school year but I couldn't go. Isaac had had a bad night. My dad had been gone so I had made my bed up for him and took the couch that way if we over slept my dad would think I had crashed watching old movies and wouldn't know about the teenage boy in my bedroom.

"I know that! I mean with the back-hoe tipping over and Isaac getting trapped in the grave. What was that?" Stiles asked dismissively. So I hadn't one-upped the super sleuth.

"I don't know, Isaac didn't really want to talk about it." I admitted. Just then Scott came over a distracted look on his face.

"And where have you been mister, you had poor Charlie worried sick about you." Stiles said patting me on the shoulder. I whacked his head annoyed.

"I was checking on Allison." He said simply.

"I thought you guys broke up" I said, I hadn't meant to say it or at least I didn't mean for it to come out so blunt but I had a pretty screwed up social-filter and was only slightly more tactful than Stiles who had none... I think it was a Stilinski curse or something.

"We did" He said simply.

"Oh."

"Is Isaac hanging out with Derek?" Scott said suddenly... maybe it wasn't a Stilinksi curse, maybe it was a byproduct of hanging out with Stiles.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I-uh I overheard you talking in Chemistry." Scott said sheepishly.

"So you were eavesdropping." I said what was it with those two boys and their apparent addiction to other people's conversation?

"I didn't mean to hear it I just caught me and Stiles name and I uh couldn't help it" I rolled my eyes as Scott began digging a grave for himself.

"It doesn't matter." I told him.

"Charlie it does, Derek Hale's bad news-" Stiles started seriously.

"I know that! I mean it doesn't matter because Isaac said he wasn't going to go around him anymore." I said slightly annoyed. Scott stared at me for a second before nodding and getting up to leave. Stiles waited about a second longer.

"Well this has been nice cuz, we'll have to do it again soon" he said before chasing after Scott.

"Seriously" I could choke both boys, I followed after them about to give them a peace of my mind when I caught the tail-end of their conversation. I ducked behind the trash can, thankful for once I was short and having bad allergies because even with my poor sense of smell that trash reeked!

"So what do you think he's recruiting?" Stiles was saying

"Yes." Scott said sniffing the air. Sniffing really?

"What's up?" Stiles asked.

"Nothing I thought I smelt- it must have been the trash." Scott said dismissively.

"Well so is Isaac becoming the wolfman?" Wolfman? What the hell?

"No I listened to her heart, Charlie wasn't lying when she said he wasn't going around Derek anymore." Please tell me the boy's hadn't taken to LARPing and somehow built some crazy story around me and Isaac's conversation.

"I can't understand why anybody'd want to go around him in the first place the guy's a grade a creeper!" Stiles said as they walked off, I couldn't help but agree with him on that one. The boys had walked off.

"What are you doing down there." I heard a voice and jumped about a mile again.

"Damn it! What is this 'scare the hell out of Charlie day'" I asked looking up, Shit! Glaring down at me was Snape's muggle counterpart. Of course.

"No but apparently it's Stilinksi detention day." Harris quipped. I hated that man. I wondered how I missed Stiles getting detention with Harris, I guess I'd been so preoccupied with Isaac I hadn't noticed. Now that I think of it that was usually my reason for missing everything. I watched him walk away and wished I had a paintball gun I could pelt him in the back of the head with.

I got back on my feet and brushed the dust off and tried to get to P.E on time before I got in trouble with Finstock too.

When I got to the locker room my gym buddy was already dressed out and waiting. "Hey" I said slightly out of breath as I opened my locker and practically threw on my clothes. I had two minutes to get into the gym before I'd have to start running laps.

"What happened?" Erica asked me as I slammed my locker shut and took off towards the gym.

"Harris" It was the only explanation needed. We trudged over to the bleachers just as the coach was calling role. Erica and I, had been gym buddies since the beginning of school, she had health problems and I had an aversion to exercise so we got a long great. I felt sort of bad I didn't hang out with her outside of gym but- do I really need to say it at this point.

"Was it bad?"

"Detention with my cousin." I told her, I thought I saw a blush.

"That doesn't seem so bad." She said tucking a dirty blond strand behind her ear... okay, I definitely saw a blush, I'd have to talk to Stiles about that later.

Coach separated us into two teams for "war ball" which was really just a much more violent version of Dodge Ball. Erica handed him a note and sat on the Bench.

"I can't play either Coach." I told him. Finstock stared down at me.

"Oh really Stilinksi and why is that because I'm not falling for the "allergic to sweat" thing again you know I researched that on WebMD it's not real."

"I-uh-"

"That's what I thought. Get out there before I call your dad!"

I jogged over to the team he had placed me on and looked around. Stiles, Greenburg (who I'd been avoiding since the winter formal), Rachel Sawyer (who was asthmatic), and several other faces I recognized. I looked across at the other team getting ready. Scott, Allison, Danny, Jackson, Matt, and every other first string lacrosse player and popular girl. Next time Dad had poker night I was going to make sure Coach wound up with a lousy hand!

"We're gonna die" I whispered to Stiles. "We're gonna die slowly, and painfully" Stiles nodded.

"Hey Charlie I've been meaning to talk to you." I looked over to see Greenburg. Could this day get any worse?

"Now's not a good time" I told him prepping myself for the bruising that was about to come.

If I could just get Scott to hit me in the first round then I could go sit with Erica and not have to worry about dying. Greenburg grabbed my wrist to keep me there, it wasn't painful, I felt bad for the kid really. I should have never gone with him but Isaac wasn't allowed to go (not that we would have gone as anything but friends anyways) and I didn't want to be a pathetic wallflower without a date. That was a mistake. I should have tagged along with Stiles instead I mean it wasn't like he really had a chance with Lydia anyways.

"Well, I just wanted to say that I had a great time at the dance and I was wondering-" I'm not proud of what I did.

I just didn't want him to finish the sentence and people had the balls now- more specifically the jocks had the balls now, I saw one hurtling towards me and I pushed Greenburg in front of me like a shield. He fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

"Mike I'm-" I started to say, he held his hand up.

"No problem I can take a hint." He told me. This was definitely not my day.

"Using people as a shield, I have to say I'm impressed Charlie, looks like we're related after all." I slapped the back of his head.

"Shut up Stiles" I muttered annoyed.

I picked up the ball that had hit Greenburg and tried to find a target. Matt was the closest and wasn't moving. I threw the ball it landed beside him.

He smirked at me and picked it up.

"Don't worry Stilinski, I'll go easy on you." He called out.

I smiled, I finally had a way out of the game that didn't involve bruising. I saw him take aim and then saw Stiles throw a ball that hit Matt's gut Matt doubled over. I looked at my cousin.

"I don't like the kid" He said simply.

I looked around, the rest of our team had been smart enough to get eliminated early now it was down to just me and Stiles. We were definitely gonna die. Jackson smirked and the rest of the first string Jocks took aim- well apart from Danny and Scott, Danny was too nice to participate and Scott was, Scott. I knelt down and tucked my head under my hands like they taught us to do during the tornado drills.

"We forfeit!" Stiles yelled. Coach looked slightly disappointed but he had the Jocks stand down.

Jackson threw his ball anyway and Stiles was on the ground.

"Stiles you okay?" I asked.

"That bitch" he wheezed out. I rolled my eyes, yep, he was fine. I headed back to the locker room. I just had to get through one more period and a detention and I was home free.