So, yeah, I just started writing this and then this came... when I should have been writing something else. I really have to stop paying attention to the shiney new plot-bunnies. But this evolved from one thing to another thing to another thing to this in the course of a day. So really, I have no idea how it's going to turn out. I just wrote. But I hope you like it. Also, while this one has an OC in it, I'm going to have him meddle a lot more in the plot then my other characters do. Because really, I've started to realize that I should step out of Canon when I write these. Or at the least, start in Canon and then completely change it as I go along. So let's see how it goes.

Disclaimer: I own nothing a part from Alex. Other then him else belongs to their respective owners who are not me in any shape and form. Also, just for your own warning, a few or more - likely more - lines will have been taken from the show itself.


It's on the first day of his new school when Alex hears about the murders. He didn't plan on it. He wasn't expecting it. It just happened. Later when he would look turn the TV in his house he would realize that he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. So, he supposes, it was better that he heard it then and there.

"It's been happening for a while, hasn't it?" The girl in front of him whispers to her friend who had been giggling before but now is silently nodding her head. Their voices aren't that loud in the classroom compared to other's but Alex can hear perfectly over the commotion around them.

His head is facing downwards, his chin resting on his right hand, a bored look upon his face and his right ear is angled towards them ever so slightly. Not overly so, but enough that he wouldn't be picked out for eavesdropping on a conversation.

That's all he would need.

"Yeah." The girl who had been nodding replied after the pause. Her voice just as quiet as the one who had spoken first. "I heard they still don't know did it."

Her friend nods her head. "Yeah. I heard that as well. But..." it's then her gaze flickers around the classroom in front of her for a few seconds, wary and large eyes open, "you don't suppose that they're just saying that?"

The other girl's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on Kelly," the other sighed. "You know what sometimes happens. Sometimes everything goes to plan and they catch the bad guy. Other times something goes wrong and they don't. Maybe," she bites her lip, "maybe, something went right. Perhaps they found him, and they had to shoot him... so the guy's dead. They killed him. But just won't admit it until later."

"But if he was dead Miranda," Kelly says looking slight put out at the idea. Not sorry that the person could be dead, Alex realizes, but more along the times that she doesn't want her friend worried. "The Police could admit it openly. While it would bad on them, it wouldn't really have that much affect considering..." Kelly pauses and, while uncomfortable, she gives a meaningful look towards Miranda.

Miranda seemed to already know what the other meant. "Considering that my sister is dead," she whispers quietly and Alex blinks in surprise, barely managing to keep his face from expressing it. That explains it then, he thinks, it's nothing that interesting. Just another person's dead and the people around that person are trying to deal. It wasn't anything new. Alex had seen it many times before.

He's about to back to ignoring them when the next words she says filters through his brain and he can't help but get re-interested once again. Perhaps he was too hasty in his decision. He had been before several times.

"I know I should be over it by now," Miranda admits with a sigh, "it's been two months. But I just can't get over what that person did to Lucy. I mean... it was one thing to kill her, but to rip her apart so bad we could identify her?" Miranda shakes her head and wipes her eyes. "And that wasn't all Kelly," she whispers quietly, voice hoarse and looking as if the tears are about to fall at any minute. "The person who did it, - the sick bastard, they took her heart with them. Some fucking twisted trophy the police were saying."

Well, Alex thought as he watched Kelly try to calm her hysterical friend down, that certainly escalated faster then he thought it would have. But it was interesting. Perhaps, he allowed himself to think, Beacon Hill's wouldn't be as boring as he expected it to be. That and his aunts words of encouragement about the town could be simplified into the words of; 'it's going to suck.'

He really shouldn't trust his Aunt as much as he did. It appeared she was wrong.

The door opened and the teacher came in the classroom, the class falling silent in response, and Alex sighed when he saw the teacher looking at the register, looks like he'd have to do another introduction.

He wondered if his sister was having a better day.


It turned out that his sister did have a better day then he did, or at least, she claimed to have had a better start to the day then he had. "Did you have to do the introductions as well?" He checked as he leaned against the locker next to hers.

Allison made a noise of conformation as she put some of her text books, that she didn't need for the rest of the day, into her locker. "Yeah. The principal introduced me in the first class but after that I had to do the rest."

"Lucky you," Alex told her, watching as she closed the locker and turned the key. "The principle didn't even do that for me. And I came at the same time as you. Favoritism strikes again."

Allison smiles but before she could say anything in return a voice cut through. "Allison." Both of them turned to face the owner of the voice and Alex raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. It was a girl with near ginger hair, strawberry-blonde he believed it was termed as, and green eyes. She reminded him of a feline instantly. All purrs and seductive glances, confidant and classy. Alex would be lying if he didn't say she was attractive.

But he had the feeling she was already taken.

Not that he minded at all. In fact, it probably worked better in his favour. It meant he wouldn't be as tempted to indulge. Alex had never been one to take another's partner. No matter how attractive they were. It wasn't his style.

"Who's this?" She asked with curious glance in his direction. Probably wondering if he was new or if she hadn't seen him before. The latter would be insult, the former acceptable.

It was Alex who answered. With smile towards her he held his hand. "Alex Argent," he introduced himself, "I'm Allison's brother. And you are?" The question was innocent but she could take it the wrong way if she wanted too.

She didn't. "Lydia Martin." She introduced herself as she shook his hand. Her fingers more delicate then he expected they would be. She stepped back afterwards. "How come I haven't seen you today?" Or heard that you were around, Alex supposed was the real question.

"Different classes." He said in response as he gazed around the hallway, suddenly noticing that there were more eyes on them then he had thought. But was it any surprise? He and his sister are the new kids, Lydia was probably the most popular in the school. It was politics. High School Politics.

They were silent for a few minutes before Lydia spoke up, eyes still on Alex, but speaking and facing Allison. Alex relaxed. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

"My mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Alex closed his eyes as he inhaled, how he missed those days in San Francisco. They'd only been gone from there for a few weeks and already he missed their old home. Dammit, he thought, why did their father get relocated. They where happy there. Well, maybe not happy, but they had been better there then Alex was convinced they would be in the small town they currently resided in.

"And you are my best friend," Lydia said with a smile at his sister and Alex fought his own smile. This was good, Allison was making friends. Even if it was a little fake at the moment, he got the feeling Lydia rarely said anything she didn't mean in some form. Which was good. For all he didn't want to be here, it didn't mean he wanted his sister to be friendless. No, not that much. "Hey, Jackson," Lydia greeted the boy who had suddenly appeared at her side and kissed her.

Jackson, it appeared, was the boyfriend that Alex had known was around somewhere. With short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rather impressive face if slightly gaunt and arrogant looking, Jackson Whatever-His-Last-Name-Is certainly fitted the image that Alex hadn't had in his head.

It was a couple of minutes before Lydia spoke again, having been content in kissing her boyfriend. Allison and Alex had shared awkward looks through out it, both wanting to get away and go somewhere else. "So," Lydia said, "this weekend, there's a party at someone's house. It hasn't been decided who, but we'll know by Wednesday. " She paused for a moment, "Thursday at the latest."

"A party?" Allison asked.

Jackson nodded his head. "Yeah," he said. "Friday night." His eyes went to Alex. "You should come. It'll be fun."

Hmm, party. That sounded interesting. Would they be able to go? They should, their mother and father would be okay with it as long as they came back before midnight. Alex was about to say this when Allison spoke up, her eyes telling him to agree and not argue with her. "Uh, we can't." Allison said for them. "It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

Jackson's eyes flickered towards Allison before they went back to Alex. "You sure?" He asked. "Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"Like Football?" He asked, speaking up for the first time since Jackson arrived.

Jackson scoffed. "Football's a joke here in Beacon." Huh, first time Alex had heard the Beacon Hills name without the Hill part attached. "The sport here is lacrosse." That explained why Football was a joke... but what about Basketball? He was about to ask that when Jackson carried on with what he was talking about. "We've won the state championship for the past three years." Jackson looked like a preening peacock.

Lydia smiled at Jackson, who had his arm around her waist, pulling him in for a kiss. "Because of a certain team captain." Alex would have scoffed had the captain been anyone other then Jackson but Jackson gave off the vibe that he would do anything to succeed. He was the type that wanted to be perfect in everything he tried his hand at. Alex knew the type better then he wanted too.

Jackson's eyes lit up as he smiled at Lydia before he turned back to the two siblings. "Well, we have practise in a few minutes." He was asking if they wanted to watch him. "That is," he backtracked, "if you don't have anywhere else."

Alex liked Jackson. "I'm free." He said. "For the next hour or half or so." Besides, what's up with this 'lacrosse' thing. He heard Allison speak up, about to say that she wasn't coming when he spoke again. "Allison's free as well. We're not being picked up for a while." He sent her a look. Payback. If he couldn't go to the party on Friday, then she would have to join him in watching 'lacrosse.' Allison made a face but nodded her head.

Lydia smiled. "Perfect."


"So," Alex asked Jackson as they walked down the hallway towards the sports area, the girls having decided to meet them after, "what's up with lacrosse."

Jackson's head swirled to face him, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"As in what is lacrosse?" Alex repeated before going into more detail when he saw the other's face. "I've never played it before. Never even heard of it before today. So, I'm interested."

The other male nodded his head, and while looking as if Alex had paraded around naked, he explained what lacrosse was. "Lacrosse is a team game." Was the first thing he said, Alex nodded. He knew team games. Liked them even. At least until they went wrong. "You have a small rubber ball and a stick. The stick has mesh loosely strung at the top so it can catch the ball. It's also a game you can make physical contact with your opponents in. You can hurt them, as in bump into them and stuff, but you can't go overboard. There's penalties, like most games. But the entire point of the game, really, is to either get the ball past the goalie on the other side or make sure the other team doesn't get the ball past your goalie."

"Positions?"

"Four. Midfield. Attack. Defense. Goalie."

"What can you do with the lacrosse stick?"

"You can throw, catch, cradle, and pass."

"Seems kinda limited," Alex noted.

"It is." Jackson agreed. "But it's a good game."

"I guess that's all that matters then." Alex concluded as they neared the area.

"What sport have you played?" Jackson suddenly asked before they reached the door leading to the sports area, making Alex stop and look at him in surprise. "What?" Jackson defended himself. "You have more muscle then kids who don't exercise do. Also it's defined. Mostly on your legs and arms, possibly also your shoulders."

"Basketball." Alex said.

"Position?"

"Shooter."

"Makes sense," Jackson commented. Alex gave him a confused look but was interrupted by someone calling Jackson's name. "Ah," Jackson said, knowing who the person was, "I wondered where you were. I haven't seen you since our last class."

The male, dark eyed, skin a few shades darker than Alex's own, - which considering how pale he was it wasn't that hard to have, - smiled at Jackson, showing dimples. "I could ask the same thing. I had Lydia where you where. Normally, it's the other way 'round." The male glanced at Alex who smiled at him in return.

"New guy," he introduced himself once again, "brother of the new girl you've probably already met."

The male smirked. "Does the new guy have a name?"

"Perhaps." Alex laughed. "And it goes along the lines of Alex Argent. Does the male before me have a name?"

"Danny Mahealani," the boy, now known as Danny tells him.

"Are you two done now?" Jackson cuts in before Alex can comment on Danny's last name. It's an odd one, and Alex being, well, Alex couldn't help but notice it. "Anyway, new guy here." He pointed his thumb in the direction of Alex as he rummaged through the bag, a large white and red one, that Danny had given him. "Has never seen lacrosse before."

Now it's Danny sending Alex the weird look. "I was in San Francisco until a few weeks ago, okay. Also, I played Basketball. Not lacrosse." He defended himself before a smile curved his lips upward. "How about this," he compromised, "I watch you play lacrosse. In return, you two have play Street ball with me."

"Street Ball?" Danny and Jackson ask together and Alex and immediately tell that these two are friends. Best of friends. BFFs.

"Non-professional, school-like, formal game of Basketball." Alex said. "It's informal. You don't need two players of five to play. Well," he added on, "you can but you don't have to. It's a lot less strict."

Danny and Jackson shared a look. Each thinking through his offer. They shared another look after a few minutes. "Alright then," Jackson agreed, "you watch us and we'll play Streetball with you at some point."

Alex smile was all teeth. "Deal."


The game of lacrosse, for all it didn't hold Alex's attention as much as Basketball did, - which really he was being unfair in comparing it to, - it did prove to be an experience for several involved. For Alex, himself, it was entertaining to see another game, played by a school, treated in such a way. Even if the coach, apparently a teacher as well, was slightly... weird.

For Jackson it seemed to have relighted a fire within him, although the other boy would not admit it, he might not be the best in lacrosse any more. He might not be perfect. His place in the team was under threat, from a boy by the name of Scott McCall. A no-name kid, according to Jackson, who he had known his entire life and never before shown any possible greatness in sports had suddenly stepped out of hole Jackson had placed him into. Scott McCall, by the beginning of the next morning, had become someone to notice.

Jackson really didn't like that. He was convinced the other was doing drugs. Taking something. "How else could it have happened?" He said, eyes slightly wide, inhaling deeply and for intents and purposes, looking as if he was about to commit homicide. Alex hadn't been that inclined to mention that it could have been by practice. Jackson hadn't seen Scott McCall in over three months, and while his appearance might have not changed, who knows how many a day the boy had spent practicing in hopes of making First Line and getting off the side bench.

If he had, it worked, and Alex commended him. Good going. Alex liked people like that.

It sounded like something out of a comedy.

Or at least it did until Alex had found out from Lydia, who looked a little too amused then she should have, that Allison had been asking about Scott McCall. Allison, his little sister, had been asking about Scott McCall, who she apparently knew. "Oh," Lydia said when he asked her, "she didn't tell you?" Of course not, he wanted to snarl at her, Lydia had interrupted her before she could. "He gave her a pencil in class. She hadn't brought one, forgot it at home."

Alex inhaled deeply at her words. Okay, so that meant no more having no pencils. Allison would have a few new pencils in her bag by the next morning. She wouldn't need to ask anyone for any pencils. That was taken care of. Good. "Anything else?"

"She was planning on going on a drive tonight." Lydia said. "Why?"

"Nothing." He assured her with a smile that didn't seem to assure her if her face could be taken into account. "I just wanted to know." He looked at his watch and widened his eyes for affect. "I have to go now," he told her the girl as he closed his locker and turned the key.

"To where?"

"Home."

"I just remembered I had to do something before my parents' get home." He said, not lying at the least. If his parents found out that he was going to do what he was planning he would be grounded. Which was fine. Only, he wouldn't be the one grounded. It would be his sister.

Sometimes he really was cruel.


So Question Time!

1. What did you think?

2. Has it gone okay?

3. How do you think things will go?

4. What do you think he'll do to get Allison grounded?

5. What do you think of Alex's character?

6. Also, while I'm at it, what things do you think he'll change?

7. What do you think has already changed?

Apart from that, I hope you enjoyed it.

- KiariKyoKiba.