"I'm with your dad on this one," she said. "If time traveling is a thing, I quit." June had seen and been okay with a lot of things since she moved to town, primarily that most of her new friends were some kind of supernatural creature, and as soon as one something had stopped trying to kill them, another started. Adjusting to a life in danger had, if anything, been tumultuous.

"Come on, Junebug," said Stiles. "Time traveling is not real, you know that." June resisted the urge to smash his face in for that ridiculous nickname; it made her feel like a child.

"Then please explain Fetus Derek," she demanded. "Where is tall, brooding, I-want-to-jump-his-bones Derek?" Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff looked at her with expressions of disgust, confusion, and disbelief.

"What?" She questioned. "He's at least ten years older than me and I'm a minor – it's illegal. I'm not stupid." Stiles briefly explained about their trip to Mexico, how they found Derek like that, Scott admitted that they had no clue how to turn him back to his older self. He also mentioned a church, some chick named Braeden, and some other family of hunters but honestly, June had tuned out.

"Thanks for the invitation, by the way," she muttered. She was human but perfectly capable of handling herself – her mother had insisted she take hand-to-hand combat lessons since she was seven but she'd fallen in love with it and kept learning. She'd stopped when they left Texas but still worked out in the school gym to keep herself fit, it was a good way to deal with all the weird shit going on in this godforsaken town.

"No room in the jeep, sorry," Stiles said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Have you considered getting a new car? That thing is gonna be a pile of duct tape and blue paint before long." Stiles glowered at her but didn't seem to notice the Sheriff nodding in agreement.

"Never ever insult Roscoe in my presence." June glared at him.

"We didn't bring you for your own protection, I didn't want you to get hurt," Scott said apologetically. June didn't know if she should be flattered that they'd thought of her safety or insulted that they thought she was weak and defenseless, sure she hadn't told them about her extensive martial arts training but still.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." She didn't mean to be dramatic but still stomped out of the sheriff's office. She needed to blow off some steam so she headed towards the high school, hoping the gym was free or at least the boxing bag. As June tied her shoes, a shadow appeared in her peripheral vision making a chill roll down her spine, despite not being supernatural herself, her instincts always let her know when something was off. June's heartbeat picked up but she kept her breathing even, trying not to spook the shadow that was now making some sort of noise though she could not tell what exactly. June raised her hands as the shadow moved closer but when June turned to face it, ready to throw the first blow in the solar plexus, she stopped when she realized the shadow was the new girl in her class. Emmeline Walsh stood in front of June with blood around her mouth and dripping from her hands, her white t-shirt was also covered in blood. There were tears in her dark eyes and the expression was that of girl who had no idea where she was or what was happening.

"Are you hurt?"

"Please," she whispered. "Please, help me." June took out her phone, dialed, and pressed it to her ear. Scott picked up on the first ring.

"We've got a problem."

Fifteen minutes later, Scott and Stiles charged through the door to the locker room as if someone had screamed bloody murder and they'd had run for their lives. June had managed to calm Emmeline down somewhat but she was still sobbing, and she refused to let June touch her to try to clean up the blood.

"What happened?" Scott asked, his eyes slipping from June who'd been pacing mindlessly and Emmeline who sat on the bench between the lockers trying to scratch the more or less dry blood off her fragile, trembling hands.

"What are you wearing?" Stiles wondered out of breath with furrowed brows. June narrowed her eyes at him but ignored his comment, turning her attention back to the real problem. Scott had squatted down in front of Emmeline; his eyes flashed red as if he tried to see something that wouldn't be noticeable to the naked eye. He shook his head.

"Nothing," he muttered. "Can you tell me your name?" Her dark eyes darted up and met Scott's. For a brief minute the sobbing subsided and she seemed almost entranced, her eyes slipped to Stiles and darkened for a moment but by the blink of the eye the darkness was gone.

"Emmy," she whispered. "I-I don't know how I got here." Her voice trembled, and her thick Scottish accent made it hard to understand what she was saying. June paced again, frustrated that her workout had been interrupted before it had even begun and she still felt abandoned by her friends who went to Mexico and didn't even bother to tell her. She knew it were her insecurities speaking but even knowing that didn't make the feelings disappear.

Emmy calmed down as Scott spoke quietly to her but as much as June wanted to stay to find out what he learned, and if she really was supernatural, June knew she needed to calm herself down first or she wouldn't be of any help. She might even explode. So when the alpha and sidekick were sufficiently distracted, she slipped out of the locker room and into the school gym. June shivered from the cold when she entered but finding the room vacant made her muscles relax, she started wrapping her hands as she approached the boxing bag that hung from the ceiling towards the back of the room. She breathed in the foreign though familiar smell, sweat mixed with the scent of leather and metal from the equipment scattered around the floor in no apparent system or pattern. June stepped onto the mat, locked the final strips of the wraps around her hands in place, and placed herself in the standard position, then started punching the bag. Before she knew it, she had worked up a good sweat altering between kicks and punches. When she stopped to take a sip of water and wipe her forehead with a towel, it sounded like someone was choking behind her. She spun around on her heel to find Stiles standing by the door with an expression that was unreadable – June couldn't tell if he was awestruck, impressed, or confused – maybe all at once.

"What?" It was impossible to hide the annoyance she felt. Though she'd been relieved that she was not the only human in pack, Stiles and June had been at odds with each other from day one. Since they were both sarcastic and entirely snarky in their nature, they often butted heads and disagreed on everything, everything from how the universe was created to which flavor of ice cream was the better one. June knew it was driving everyone mad that they couldn't even be in the same room as each other without arguing in some way or another. Some would argue sexual tension but honestly, they were just similar in personality and worldview – unlike Stiles and Lydia, now their bickering was definitely sexual tension whether or not they wanted to admit it.

"What are you doing?" Stiles wondered, his dark brows drawn together in a frown.

"Making an ice sculpture," she snapped. "What does it look like I'm doing?" June picked up her water bottle and towel from the floor, and headed towards the locker room entrance where Stiles was standing still completely dumbfounded over what he'd just witnessed. June brushed passed him, opening the door to the locker room. Some frustration lingered but that was mostly because Stiles had interrupted her and then asked stupid questions – the boy was smart and last she checked, his eyes functioned perfectly well, so his dumb question required an equally dumb response. In the locker room, Scott was talking to Emmy who had gotten most of the blood scrubbed off her hands and face, her t-shirt was still soaked though so June handed her the extra sweater she kept in her locker in case of emergencies. Emmy muttered a thank you that was barely audible as she took her t-shirt off and put on the jumper, which was about a size too big on June but fitted Emmy perfectly. Stiles came back into the locker room with his phone in his hand, Scott quirked up an eyebrow at him.

"That was my dad," he stated. "They're ready to let Derek go."

"Okay, you drop Emmy off at her house, then take Derek to my house and don't let him out of your sight." Scott voice was laced with a warning, they didn't want to lose Derek since they had no idea what Kate wanted with him or why she'd aged him backwards – they didn't even know if she had followed them back to Beacon Hills.

"I will but what are you gonna do?" Scott sighed.

"I am going to talk to who we should have gone to before." Stiles and June exchanged glances.

"I hate that guy," they said in unison. Trust them to agree on one thing, and it was that Peter was not to be trusted, believed, or even listened to. June had only met Peter a handful of times and it was about a handful too many.

"What about me?" Scott shifted his weight from one foot to the other; June didn't need super-hearing to understand what that meant. "You want me to go home, don't you?"

"It's not safe, June," he replied nervously.

"You know what?" She said. "Fuck you. Stiles is human and he gets to run straight into danger like it's nothing but you expect me to sit on my ass at home while all of you are out there fighting or whatever it is Stiles does with that baseball bat he carries around everywhere." Stiles opened his mouth to object but a stern look from June silenced him before he had even gotten the chance to speak. Scott moved a couple of steps closer.

"The bat might not be ideal but at least he can protect himself," Scott explained.

"I'm not weak, Scott," she snapped. "I'm a weapon. I'm going with Stiles to keep an eye on Derek while you go talk to the devil's spawn. I might not have wolf-powers but don't you dare underestimate me – you don't know what I'm capable of." June zipped up the grey hoodie she'd slipped on. She went to Emmy and sat down next to her on the bench, she was still trembling but the tears were gone – she flinched when June put her hand on her back.

"Come on," she said. "Let's get you home." She nodded and stood on shaky legs, she leaned into June who quirked her brows up at Stiles in a question, he apparently got the hint and opened the door for them. In the parking lot she helped Emmy into the jeep, and climbed into the front seat next to Stiles. Then they parted ways with Scott who sped off towards the loft to speak to Peter while the jeep went in the opposite direction towards Emmy's house.

"You lost him?" June shouted. "How do you lose a person?" Stiles had come back downstairs after going to check on Derek only to inform her that he was gone, Kate had come for him.

"How did you not notice Kate come in?" Stiles argued.

"Why didn't you notice? She must've snuck in while we were both down here." June rubbed circles on her temples to get the beginning headache to lessen. "You're impossible, Stilinski."

"Me? You're the one who wanted to play hero, preaching about being a weapon or whatever."

"Okay, let's stop arguing for one second and think. Where would Kate take him? What does she need him for?" Stiles' phone made a sound, he took it out and read the text from Scott out loud.

"The Hale Vault, on the High School grounds. Pick Lydia up on the way."

"Vault?" June thought out loud. "Since when is there a vault?"

A/N: The first chapter of my new story, Of Blood and Bones. If you have time and want to, please leave a review and tell me what you think of it. For more information on my OC's, June and Emmy, I have a tumblr (stydiaokaybye) where you can learn more about them or ask me questions. Thanks for reading!