Chapter 1: Brave New World

Hello readers, this is the first chapter to my brand new fanfic and also a sequel to the previous fanfic Vindicated which picks up right where season 2 started! Now, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its beautiful characters, just my O/C! There are a few things you guys should just incase there are any new readers: anything in Italic is either a dream or a flashback!

Most of the time there will be at least one song for every chapter.

Once you see the ** then you turn that song on and bam. They also play in order of which they are listed!

P.S the music is a bit different from what teen wolf usually use.

I try to update at least once a week but sometimes my schedule gets to chaotic even for myself, so bare with me peeps.

Anyway, I hope you guys like the first chapter!

Stuck on a Puzzle by Alex Turner

Passing afternoon by Iron and Wine

Locked on a scent, Rickey Stones bolted through the woods racing time, racing himself for Anna, the love of his life. She was in danger and it was all his fault, he thought. Ripping through the wind like a piercing bullet he ran as fast his legs would allow him too, regardless of the tiny branches that slapped against his face or cold air that grazed his cheeks and turned them red. The omega was fueled by both rage and fear, fear of what he might have found once he located Anna and anger of who held her hostage... Rickey could only imagine what he would do once he wrapped his claws around the culprit's throat.

Once he arrived at the Hale house, he came to a sudden pause to catch his breath and to collect himself. Anna was inside scared to death, her fear had created a scent so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

"Anna" he said to himself,

His eyes were fixed with panic and his fist were clenched, but any tighter and Rickey's claws would begin to dig on the inside of his palms. There wasn't much time to think, Anna was in danger and she needed Rickey. Protecting Anna was a promise he made long ago to her father right before he died, Rickey made that dying man a promise to protect Anna with his entire being and not just because he loved her but because she was her father's legacy. If anything would ever happen to Anna then the omega would never be able to forgive himself as a person or as anything.

Suddenly a flicker in his two dark brown orbs went off as the feeling of panic transitioned into aggression, he approached the door that locked him out the home and with all his power, he kicked into the entrance just to come across Kate Argent, who held her desert eagle right to Anna's temple. He stood mortified and defenseless, because deep down Rickey knew if he made one move then Kate would pull the trigger. Kate managed a grin on her face with her eyes locked onto Rickey, but his eyes were fixed on Anna who was practically shaking with terror; the look in her eyes were heavy with fear as a single tear went strolling down her cold cheeks. The sight of it all made Rickey weak in his knees and only weaker until his upper body was too heavy for him to stand.

"Kate please don't…" he pleaded.

But begging to Kate was just the same as asking a fire not to burn: pointless. With a sudden sigh, Kate pulled the trigger that released a speeding bullet penetrating through the short distance between the gun and Anna, taking her life away once contact was made.

"You should've told her." She said before firing off a maniacal haunting laugh that caused the omega to fall to his knees.

"Anna!" Rickey shouted from his deep slumber.

Riley, his younger brother, darted into the room with the goal to wake the omega and save him from his haunting nightmare.

"Rickey come on!" Riley shook his brother, doing everything he possibly but it only took a slap to the face for the omega to wake up; he awoke covered in sweat and gasping for air, gasping for Anna.

"It's just a nightmare…" Riley's comforting voice assured.

Two months since Anna left and Rickey's nightmares continued… his breathing was heavy, as if he was running around for hours but he still managed a smirk, "water," he said, barely being able to speak.

Riley nodded his head once, who was he to decline his brother's needs? Without a second guess, Riley did exactly what he was asked and left for his brother's request.

When Rickey's heart beat finally stopped racing he reached from underneath his bed and pulled out a little box; inside his box was the note Anna left him that revealed she was leaving him. It didn't give off any information of where she could be or why she would leave, but deep down Rickey didn't need an explanation because he knew exactly why she left him. A soft sigh left his lips before finally returning the note back to the box.

A few minutes went by before Riley returned with his older sibling requested water and with just a few short sips, he was satisfied. Just before Rickey could open his mouth to thank his baby brother they were cut off by a blood curling shriek, but this scream was no ordinary scream. It came from far away but it amazed the brothers that they could even hear it. Rickey then looked over to Riley whose eyes had widen to the shape of mini saucers.

"Lydia…?" Riley questioned.

It wasn't long before the brothers had arrived at the hospital pulling into the parking lot in Rickey's newly fixed up 1969 Chevy Convertible. The first thing the brothers had noticed was that were dozens of cop cars all over the place. A heavy lump formed in the older omegas throat as he watched in amazement, his vision was blinded by flashing lights: red and blue. If Riley didn't know any better, he would have to say his brother was nervous and that wasn't an everyday sight.

"We can just come back some other time, right?" Rickey barely managed.

Anxiety slowly crept its way into the pores of the omega skin, he was never a fan of the sheriff department; he remembered the trouble he used to get in way before Stilinski became the new sheriff. Riley glanced over to his brother and couldn't help the few chuckles that escaped from his breath. He didn't know what to think of his "fearless" older brother.

"Wait here," Riley insisted as he left the vehicle.

Riley Stones, a 16 year old omega who came to Beacon Hill, his home town, a little over a year ago in search for ways to become a better person but instead he found a way to drag himself into something different. He wandered through the halls of the hospital in search for someone he knew, for someone who wasn't a cop or a nurse; he searched for just anyone who would give him answers but instead, he found a Stiles.

"Great, you're here." The hyperactive spaz said once eye contact was locked, it was a decision that Riley knew he would soon regret.

"What happened here?" Riley wasted no time in interrogating his 'friend' for answers and just his luck, Stiles spilled everything he knew, from how he spent his entire weekend in the hospital watching over Lydia to how he left for one second to grab a candy bar and then the next thing he heard was Lydia scream and then she was gone. After explaining everything he knew a brow raised in confusion, Stiles had an idea of what was most likely going on but felt uncomfortable saying it, it was clear in his eyes.

"Do you think she's making the switch?"

Riley's brows then knitted together as confusion soon struck him like a bolt of lightning, it was shown well on his facial expressions. It was quite obvious that he didn't know what Stiles meant and he was pretty sure he didn't want to know either.

"Making the switch?" Riley repeated the question, he wanted Stiles to know how foolish he sounded.

In frustration, Stiles flailed his arms and allowed them to drop heavily, "is she going to turn out like you and Scott? Jeez."

"I'm no werewolf specialist…" Riley quipped.

The omega reply was enough to cause Stiles eye to twitch. Many murderous thoughts began to fill his head, those thoughts included shoving wolf banes down Riley's throat or skinning him alive and making the remains into a freshly new winter coat.

As if a light bulb went off in the omegas head, he came up with an idea, "listen, if you get me some of her stuff, Scott and I can probably fi-" but before the omega could finish his sentence, Stiles had already started pulling out personal belongings of Lydia from the inside of his jacket, he pulled out her comb, a tooth brush, and a sock. It was safe to say Riley was growing a little concerned for his friend, this quickly became another decision he regretted making.

After standing around and letting his thoughts and feelings ravel about in his head he finally decided on a new plan "let's just call Scott."

Just like before, Stiles was already way ahead of the omega as if he read Riley's mind.

The two waited in the parking lot for Scott's arrival which only took a few minutes once he got the call but to their surprise, Scott had already announced that he heard the scream as well and was planning to check everything out before it was ever mentioned to him.

"Is this some little werewolf thing?" Stiles questioned.

Both Riley and Scott could only grin as they exchanged a quick glance.

"Green is not your color." Riley quipped.

This only aggravated Stiles more, "strike two!" he said through his gritting teeth, but Riley only snickered.

"Ladies we have more important issues at hand." Said Scott.

"Alright, after school tomorrow we are searching Lydia. Agreed?"

Everyone shook their head in agreement before leaving for the night, knowing tomorrow would be the start of something new. Ever since Peter's death, Beacon Hill had gone back to its quiet little town and the three best friends were able to live out their happy lives. Scott had Allison who served as his anchor and his moral support, because of her, he felt himself becoming a better and stronger person than ever before. Riley on the other hand was more worried about his brother mental being, there wasn't much he could do except be there for him and hoped that one day Anna would return. In the meantime, he kept himself busy with Lacrosse, maintaining his grades, and Viola. Lastly, Stiles was ever so inquisitive, he was a total mystery to everyone. He kept himself busy with protecting Lydia, he couldn't wait for the day for her to return to the school.

Derek Hale, the new alpha werewolf in Beacon Hill, knew ever so well that this new peace wasn't going to last. With him being the new alpha, Beacon Hill would attract more danger. Omegas from all over the world would most likely be lined up at his door step to join his numbers, some would be a threat to Beacon Hill. He needed power if he wanted to protect this place, he needed a pack. He laid his searing red eyes on his first candidate: a boy with feather like curly hair and icy blue eyes. The typical loner who probably desired to be noticed, a smirk appeared on the alphas face, this was perfect.

The next morning was just like every other morning, teenagers would wake up dreading the idea of high school where teachers like Mr. Harris made their lives hell. Many disliked going, but then there were others who enjoyed going: others like Viola. On most days she would wake up just before dawn would approach the land and take a quick jog around the neighborhood, then finally going back home and get ready for the day that awaited her. Walking through the halls had been extremely odd lately but only because her good friend Lydia Martin was not at her side. She missed and worried about the strawberry blonde every day, after she and Allison would go to visit their friend at the hospital.

On Viola's way to her first hour she came across Allison Argent, her best friend, and in her hand was a plastic bag that seemed to cover a dress of some sort. It then dawned on the brunette that today was the day of Kate Argent funeral. Viola didn't know Kate too much, but from what she did know, Viola was not really fond of her either. Even still, that did not stop her from feeling sorry for Allison's loss.

With comforting arms, Viola embraced the youngest Argent, "be strong." She whispered into her friend's ear.

And it was her kind words that caused Allison to smile. If there was no one else she could count on, Allison knew that Viola would always be there.

"Nice dress." Their attention was captured and pulled towards another direction, a man with a Nikon D3200 Camera, an easy smile, and dazzling bright eyes stood tall and seemed full of confidence but his face was very unfamiliar, Viola nor Allison could remember if they ever laid eyes on the guy before.

"Is it okay if I take a quick picture of two of Beacon Hill high school prettiest girls?"

The two girls giggled a bit.

"Smooth." Viola admitted.

It didn't seem like a bad thing so the girls agreed, Allison wrapped a single arm around Viola just as she did the same, then smiling wide into the lenses of the camera where their pose were captured. Matt nodded his head once to let them know how much he appreciated their participation.

As the two went to introduce their selves they were quickly cut off by the same boy, "I know who you two are. You're Viola," he said pointing the brilliant blue eyes brunette "and you're Allison," his finger hopped over to doe eye brunette. The two were taken aback to find out that the guy already knew them. Although it was something minor, Viola would not let it slip by, "and who are you?" she asked with an intriguing grin.

"I'm Matt." He said.

And with that, the boy left wandered away saying nothing else.

**Coping with a break up were usually easy, seeing how Rickey was the heart breaker but there were just break ups that were too hard to deal with; this was one of them. However, a little bourbon and whiskey made things a bit easier, he even found himself visiting the local bar every night just to spill his heart to an old friend, Sid. Today was no different except for the fact it was day time, the bar was more considered a regular old diner now since very few people filled the place but that usually changed once night time approached. He rose one brow as his eyes scanned the area, didn't take much for him to notice they were all overly intoxicated.

"And I thought I was bad." He thought aloud.

He extended his legs and made his way over to the counter top where he was greeted by his best friend, his only friend Sidney.

"This is new, I usually don't see you for another couple hours." She greeted the omega.

"Weren't you the one telling me to try something new?" he questioned the bartender

"Yeah but I meant like writing or something." She countered.

The omega cocked his head back as he sent off a disgusted expression, it was as if he cringed to sound of writing the way people would cringe to the sound of a needle being slowly dragged across a chalk board. It was painful to his ear drums.

"First you tricked me into drinking water now you're telling me to write? Oh man Sid, what's become of us?"

Side to side the bartender shook her head. It was her only response. She opened her mouth to speak but something else had caught her attention, just to the side of her was a medium size TV that currently broadcasted a funeral. The light in Rickey's eyes had suddenly dimmed as he and Sid quickly became hooked. It was the funeral of Kate Argent and if he had to guess, this was probably broadcasting on every news channel there was. Kate Argent, the reason for his sudden anger. Rickey Stones, blamed the huntress for a lot of things, she was the root to everything wrong with the world in his eyes, if people were to ask him about global warming he would without a doubt blame Kate Argent.

"C'mon people, she died two months ago!" Rickey shouted at the TV.

Sid could not help the overwhelming urge to burst into laughter, there was no way she could deny his humor, even if he was being a total dick while making others laugh.

"And what's with the new look?" Sid was referring to the scuffles that covered around his mouth, chin and cheeks. It didn't take much to notice that Rickey was not one to shave.

He smiled to the bartender and replied, "this is my "I don't have a girlfriend so I don't have to shave" look."

Her mouth formed into an "O" as if she was shocked by his reply but deep down, they both knew it was something that she would expect from a guy like Rickey.

Night time had finally approached and the search for Lydia was on full throttle; Stiles and Riley were out searching the city for any trace of the strawberry blonde while Scott dashed through the woods. Unfortunately, neither of them were any close to finding her from where they began. Scott McCall dashed through the woods on all four, his glowing yellow eyes were the only source of light out in the pitch black woods. After capturing a scent earlier from an ambulance the young beta had found himself galloping throughout the woods, he knew he was coming closer to the source. Everyone was depending on him to find Lydia: Allison, Riley, and Stiles, mostly Stiles, his hyperactive best friend.

Suddenly, the scent grew stronger, Scott knew he was close now he was for sure that he had found Lydia; he was going to bring her home. As he collided with his target, he fell straight to the ground from impact. The force was so strong Scott questioned whether it was a brick wall or a tree he collided into. Stars danced around his head as he brought himself back up to his feet after the first attempt. He shook his head left to right for a moment to rid himself of the daze he was under and when his vision was clear he noticed another pair of bright glowing yellow eyes, similar to his. The beta first thought was Lydia but it was clearly not the strawberry blonde.

"You're not Lydia…" he thought aloud but before he could get his words out, he was lashed out on by another omega.

He attempted to fight back but was instead tossed around like a rag doll. The omega pinned Scott to the ground and lifted his sharp claws into the air, ready to deliver the final blow. Then, just before the claws could even skid Scott's skin, the omega ripped from atop the beta.

"Looks like you can use a hand." Hovering over him was the last person he expected to see: Rickey Stones.

Rickey extended his hand out just to help him off the ground, "what are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood." Rickey joked.

"Now let's go catch this son of a bitch."

As they chased down their mysterious omega, the two came to a sudden pause when Rickey noticed the creature was dangling upside down from a tree. In panic, he purposely tripped Scott and held him on the ground.

"What's wrong Rickey?" Scott would ask but the omega would just shush him because he seen all this before, Rickey knew exactly what was coming next.

From the other side of the woods came a pack of hunters who each carried their own firearm, each seemed above the age of 40 or over. They all circled around the dangling omega. Yes, he knew exactly where this was leading to, so he forced Scott to keep his eyes closed and told him to focus his hearing. The beta obeyed.

"This right here is a rare sighting, gentlemen." Said a man who seemed well over his age to be taking part in this act but Rickey knew exactly who this man was and with just a single glance, fear had went dancing down his spine. He felt his body breakout into an uncontrollable shake. His heart was beginning to beat rapidly, it took a lot of things to make Rickey tremble in fear but in all his twenty-five years of living, there has been only one man who could cause him to panic; that man was an Argent, Gerard Argent. To an ordinary person, Gerard was just an old grandpa who loved spending time with grandchildren, but to the supernatural world, this old man was feared by the most promising supernatural creatures.

"Scott, whatever you do, do not look up…"

It was a mistake to leave Riley and Stiles on together with the same task. After riding around for which seemed like hours, Riley was beginning to grow sick with him having to stick his head out the window like a dog in the passenger seat in hopes he would catch her scent. They drove all around Beacon Hills and came across nothing.

"Some werewolf you are!" Stiles said.

Riley ignored his slide comment and kept himself focused on the matter at hand: Lydia.

Bringing her home was the most important thing at the moment and would not rest until he did so.

"Shut up and drive, it's all you're good for." He replied.

"Strike three." Stiles muttered.

Just then as his jaw dropped to his pants, Stiles slammed the break with all his power in hopes that Riley would go crashing through his windshield, but instead he only knocked his face against the roof of the jeep.

The omega held his head back as his hands covered his nose, he could feel a warm liquid trickling from his nostrils.

"What the hell, asshole?" Riley winced at the pain.

"Take it back." Was all Stiles said.

"What?" the omegas brows knitted together in confusion.

"I'm not driving until you apologize for what you said." When it became clear what Stiles was talking about, it took everything in the omega to not laugh. He couldn't believe where he was as of now.

"Stiles I 'am not going through this with you. DRIVE!" Riley shouted to the hyperactive spaz.

"Sure as soon as you APOLOGIZE!"

The two boys began to argue back in forth for who was in the wrong, their words were laced with venom as they attempted to wound the other but like to bucks going head on, neither one was backing down.

"Stiles, if you do not start this piece of shit you call a jeep back up, so help me god I will put my foot so far up your ass that not even the surgery will be able to help you!"

"Then come on! I've been waiting to kick your pretty little ass since you first arrived here!"

As the two bickered on, they had no idea that a nude Lydia Martin had been standing in front of the jeep right in the headlights, she had her two arms wrapped tightly around her body to keep herself warm and also to cover herself. Her eyes seemed absent of all emotions as her lips quivered with distress. She was lost both mentally and physically.

"Lydia…?" Riley would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised.

"Well are you two just going sit there or are one of you going to get me a jacket?" the strawberry blonde shouted.

**Just over an hour ago the sheriff department had safely returned an unconscious Lydia back to Beacon Hill hospital, where Sheriff Stilinski interrogated his own son as he tried driving information of out him on how and where they found Lydia. Fortunately it was done privately where Stiles would not feel as embarrassed; Riley stood in the door way of Lydia's room where her parents and Melissa McCall discussed her condition and what was going to happen next. Riley was just relief that she was safe and sound. Sleeping at night would now be a little bit easier now that he knew she was alive. He never really did forgive himself for what happened that night on winter formal.

After the conversation was over Melissa stepped over to the omega and began to ask him personal questions, similar to the ones Stiles was being asked except their conversation was a bit more light-hearted.

"How did you two find her again?" Melissa asked

"She," the omega took a short pause, "we found her just lying in the middle an ally."

It was definitely a moment the omega wouldn't forget.

"She was naked and it was cold outside so I wrapped my jacket around her body then Stiles and I brought her here." He said, it was a partial lie but Riley knew he couldn't tell her the whole story.

"And where were you two going?"

"Back to my house." He retorted.

"Okay hun, just one more question." Melissa said.

"Sure, anything." Riley replied, he was ready for anything that the nurse or sheriff department would throw at him.

On their way to the hospital, Riley and Stiles saw this coming from a mile away so in order to be prepared, the two role played events just in case. However, this next question was one that Riley did not see coming, in fact it was the last question he expected to be asked…

"Does Stiles know?" she asked.

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I also accept constructive criticism

Also, Rickey Stones is portrayed by Shiloh Fernandez

Riley Stones is portrayed by Drew Roy

Viola is portrayed by Emilia Clarke

Sid is portrayed Kat Dennings

Anna is portrayed by Shantel VanSanten

until next time :]