A/N: I know I should be updating other stories, but I can't get this idea out of my head! It's torturing me! So, I want to see where this leads... Takes place during season 2 of Teen Wolf and after Scorpia Rising!
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or Alex Rider!
Scott
I sighed miserably as I walked through a hallway at Beacon Hills High School. The full moon was tonight and I dreaded whatever was going to happen. One instinct told me something strange was going to happen. Whether Jackson will attack somebody, or maybe even one of the new werewolves was going to go mad; either one would be bad.
"You should really think about the positive things, Scott." Stiles, my best friend, stated.
I looked at him like he was crazy, "Have you forgotten what happened the other night? Gerard is in control of Jackson, everybody I know is in danger because of me, Alisson doesn't want to even see me, and my mom knows I'm a-"
Stiles cut me off, "Teenager with a lot of secrets." He looked at me seriously, "We're in the middle of the hallway. It's best not to say the 'W' word."
I sighed again, "How can I look at the bright side of things when there is no bright side, Stiles?"
He paused for a moment then shrugged, "I didn't think that far. Look, every bad thing that has happened to you, you've overcome it. Well, with my help, of course, but still. You have to look past the bad things, Scott." He could tell I wasn't really buying what he said. "When my mom died... A piece of my soul felt like it was ripped from me. A part of me died that day, too, but I eventually told myself I needed to move on. So I did. Here I am now in the middle of your problems. Point is, Scott, you have to move on and accept the bad things. My only advice to you: cherish the good moments you have had and will have, because you never know when their going to be taken away from you."
I could tell Stiles was feeling guilty for not taking his own advice years ago. He knew the pain loss brought with it, he knew how it felt like to be detached from everyone else, because he went through the same thing. I smiled at him, "When did you become so wise?"
He smiled, "It comes with near-death experiances." We walked out of the school, to his Jeep. The longer I thought about my current situation and what Stiles said, the more my mind felt at ease. Sure I was going to have to earn my mom's acceptance, Allison's trust, and protect everyone from Gerard's plans, but I could do it. With the abilities I have as both a werewolf and a teenager, I knew I could do anything I set my mind to. And a little bit of self-pity wasn't going to bring me down... not yet.
Alex
"Jones, I'm sorry, but you told me you wouldn't use me for another mission ever again. Emphasis on the word 'ever'." I stated as I sat across from the woman who was going to ruin my life even more. Was I pissed? Yeah, who wouldn't be? My last mission, I lost Jack, the only person who really listened to me and knew about my 'job' but stayed by my side regardless. Now, this corruptive woman wants me to throw my life away again? I don't think so!
Her eyes met mine, "Alex, it's an easy mission. We just need a teenager to do it."
"Let me guess, an undercover mission?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yes."
Anger surged through me, "You do realize every time I am sent on a mission, I am put into danger as well as the ones close to me?"
"Alex, I know how you must feel but-"
I cut her off, "No, you don't know how I feel! Nobody does!"
She sighed, "Alex, after this mission, you will not be needed again. I can promise you that. One last mission is all I ask of you. Will you accept?"
"You promise you will leave me alone if I complete this mission?" I asked, untrusting.
Jones nodded, "You can do whatever you like after this mission. You will not be bothered again."
I thought about it for a few seconds, "Okay. What is it?"
She smiled, "In Beacon Hills there have been some strange occurences. People have been murdered by someone and the police don't have enough evidence to tell who it is. Your mission is to go undercover as a new student at Beacon Hills High School. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious and try to collect enough evidence to find out who's responsible. While in Becon Hills, you will be provided with police protection-"
"Why police protection?" I asked.
"Thanks to fake records, your parents were murdered by an unknown person and that unknown person has sent our police threats to kill you. The British government sent you to America for safety and to put as much distance between you and the murderer. The man you will be staying with is Sheriff Stilinski. He has already agreed to assist us, but he has no clue about your mission." Jones finished.
I nodded, "Okay. So, while I'm staying with this Stilinski man, I have to try to find the killer by going undercover as a student. So, my guess is, you want me to find police records, too?"
She nodded, "Which is exactly why we put you with Stilinski. Any kind of record related to the incident will be useful to you."
"When do I leave?" I asked.
She handed me a plane ticket, "Early tomorrow morning." As I stood up, she said, "Alex, we can't risk giving you a lot of gadgets this time. You will only recieve another re-fill of the zit cream, a few exploding coins, and an I-Pod that allows you to listen to another conversation up to three hundred feet away." She smiled, "Go get the gadgets from Smithers and be careful."
I left the room.
*The Next Day*
Stiles
Dad stopped me as soon as I walked through the door. There was a teenager, probably sixteen, sitting at the kitchen table. "Stiles." Dad said and gestured to the teen, "I should have told you this sooner, but I was just too busy. This is Alex Rider, he'll be staying with us for a while."
The teen, Alex, stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you." We shook hands and I gave my dad a questioning stare wondering what exactly was going on.
"Show him to the guest bedroom, Stiles. He just got here a few minutes ago." Dad said. I nodded and Alex picked up a suitcase and followed me to the guest bedroom.
When he set the suitcase on the floor beside the bed I asked, "So... why are you here exactly?"
He looked at me a sad look in his eyes, "Well, you're probably going to find out eventually, anyway. My parents were murdered just a few weeks ago and I had to come somewhere away from the murderer."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I said sincerely.
He nodded, "Thanks."
I stood there for a moment, debating on what to do next. "So, you're British?"
Alex nodded, "Yeah. Accent give me away?"
"Pretty much. Well, I have to go to a friends house. If you need anything, just ask dad." I said. I hated acting like this to him, but I had to talk to Scott about the full moon.
"Right, okay." Alex said and sat down on the bed. "Jet lag is a killer."
I laughed, "Never experianced it. See you later." I walked out of the room, downstairs, and out the door.
When I arrived at Scott's, I ran into his mom. "Hey, Mrs. McCall. Is Scott around?"
She looked at me with a guarded expression, "He's upstairs." Without saying anything else, she left. I sighed, knowing Scott hadn't talked to her yet.
I went upstairs to his bedroom, "Scott?" He was sitting at the foot of his bed on the floor.
"She'll never accept me Stiles." He said sadly.
I didn't really know what to say, "You just have to talk to her. Make her understand how you're a werewolf."
"She thinks I'm a monster... I am a monster." Scott replied.
I sighed, "No, you're a werewolf. Not exactly a monster." He didn't believe me or even acknowledge what I said. "Right. Scott, tonight is the full moon. We need to lock you up somewhere."
"No need. I'm going to Derrick tonight. He'll manage to keep me under control." Scott said.
I threw my hands in the air in a questioning gesture, "How? Because he's the alpha? Scott, you really need to learn to control this-" He opened the window and jumped out, disappearing into the upcoming darkness. "Yourself. Great. Fine, roam around with Jackson probably on the loose. That's a great idea." I sighed, got out of the house, into my Jeep, and went home. The whole time I felt left out. Just like I nearly always am except when it comes to putting my life on the line to save werewolves.
A/N: So, continue or abandon? Feedback would be much appreciated!
