The Unlikely allies

Alex stood there out in the hall, finding herself between Derek's loft and the outside, just staring, out into the night. At the world outside, the duskiness of the early morning creeping in, as the rain continued hammering down onto the pavement.

One of the only things that had burnt its way into Alex's brain, from less than ten minutes ago Stiles. Everything single thing about him, being in there alone, wishing that she could just stay with him.

Mainly she was completely overtaken by the way that he had smiled at her, just before he had fallen asleep, looking into her eyes as he drifted off. The look of total bliss on his face, but behind that she could also see the burning sadness that lay there, Stiles was trying to hide it, but she knew him, more than she knew anyone or anything.

He was worried about her, he knew she was doing this no matter what happened to her, and he was upset that no matter what he said, that she wasn't changing her mind.

He was desperate to come up with another plan, in his typical Stiles fashion trying to save everyone.

Alex took a deep breath as she stepped outside and into the downpour. Inhaling deeply, she stepped outside the scent of the rain filling her nostrils, a lone tear slipped silently and unseen down her cheek, as the rain completely covered her in seconds.

Trying to shake Stiles' face from her mind was seeming more and more like an impossible task. When she turned for one last glimpse. She remembered leaving him, his face so peaceful. Showing none of the tenseness or worry from the day, the only thing that was visible on his face was a small smile. As he slipped soundlessly asleep and Alex would do anything so that she was able to see that look on his face forever.

The tears continued running down her rosy cheeks, still going unnoticed as she let herself cry, letting her emotions free while she could. Because she couldn't afford to show any, not a hint of emotion at all soon.

Especially not with what she was about to do, in fact, there was no guarantee that the pack or her alfa would ever forgive her.

Alex heard the car before she was able to see any sign of it, she didn't bother wiping her face, as she was soaked to the bone anyway. Instead, she took another deep breath, shutting down her emotions just how she had taught herself to long ago.

Stepping onto the curb she was just in time to see a sleek black car, as it rounded the corner. The car pulled up beside her and the passenger door swung open.

A smirking face looked up at her as she climbed into the car, she shook her head and rolled her eyes at him as she took her seat. Shutting the door behind her, looking over at him she only wanted to roll her eyes again. "Just drive," she said her voice void of any emotion, not daring to look back to where he was.

Her face a mask as he pulled away, Alex could feel his eyes on her but remained silent as she put her hair up into a ponytail, refusing to speak as of yet, afraid her voice would crack.

Quickly she wiped the mixture of rain and tears from her face, pulling down the visor she looked at her reflection, using it to help her hair out as well when she spoke.

"Are you sure that you're up for this?" Alex asked turning to look at him.

Peter let out a hearty chuckle, "Do you even know me?" he laughed, with a roll of his eyes as he looked at Alex.

Her expression was not even a little bit impressed, Peter sighed but continued, "Look I will happily wipe more scum from the earth, and I will also put up with the crap from the boy scouts. But you know as well as I do that he will come back. Have you ever noticed that nothing dies for good in this town, I'll probably be killing him again in a months time.

"I can't say you're wrong, but hopefully we can buy ourselves time to come up with something a little more permanent. Like I've said before, while I don't disagree with Scott and Stiles, about you being a dick that is, then there's you being evil and all" she smirked at him and smiled back, nodding for her to continue.

"All that being said, I trust you, I don't know why. I can't put my finger on it but I do, if you fuck me over you will regret it. Make no mistake," she said fixing him with a look that would make most men wither away, Peter, however, kept the same smug look on his face.

"And just like I have said before, leave the ragtag team behind, I am the only Alfa you should be working with, the true Alfa. We could be so powerful together, unstoppable you might say" he winked, he turned to look at her in time to see her rolling her eyes again.

"Dude, seriously, you aren't even an Alfa anymore. And you know that isn't what I want" she noticed the tense of his shoulders, as her words hit him and decided it was best not to piss him off, she really was going to need his help after all.

"No, I know. All the same, I really am looking forward to slashing that little bastards throat" He said calmly with only a slight edge to his voice, which was all the more alarming as the car roared forward.

"Good. Because I am really gonna need to be able to trust you" Alex said, her voice somehow serious and emotionless at the same time.

It was taking her everything she had to keep herself together. Unable to stop the flashes of Stiles, that were constantly running through her mind. Just like a guilty conscious, begging for her not to go through with her plan. but she couldn't listen, she knew that no matter what he thought of her, she needed to do this, for her and everyone else.

Most of all she couldn't let anything happen to him, that adorably goofy dork. Who's smile made her heart tighten and made her cheeks burn. Alex knew how Theo worked though, he wasn't gonna let this go until one of them was dead, or he got his own way.

That just wasn't an option, no way in hell would Alex let him win. No way no how it really wasn't up for question, it didn't matter what happened to her this needed to be done.

Peter cleared his throat loudly, feeling a little awkward as the young girl in his car was lost deep in thought. With tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

Alex jumped at the unexpected noise, quickly shaking herself from her thoughts. "You sure that you're up to this?" Peter asked carefully, more gentle than she had ever heard his voice before.

Alex looked out of the window and noticed they were pulling up outside her house, Alex ignored the question and the tears in her eyes. Instead, the wall went back up, and the mask was back in place, at least until she made it into her house because she needed to get this out of her system, or tonight would for sure be a disaster.

"I'll be ready by seven, get what you need and meet me back here then," Alex said forcefully, pushing the door open but before she could get both feet out of the car, Peter had grabbed her arm.

"Do you like that arm by any chance?" She growled, turning to look at him.

Peter sighed before he spoke, "Look just make sure you're ready, and up for this because we'll only get one shot at this" He was using the best tone of a friendly warning that he could muster.

She just nodded at him, stepping out of the car back into the heavy downpour. Peter was clearly waiting for something, "I'll be ready" she stated firmly. Not waiting to see if he had left she turned and headed for her front door.

Shutting the door behind her, she collapsed back against it falling to the ground. Holding her head in her hands, she thanked God her mother was away on business this week.

Alex sat there for what felt like a minute but it had been an hour when she looked at her phone, she had a missed call from Lydia and a voicemail.

"Hey Alex, look please stay in tonight, I've been having a bad feeling all day, but it's getting worse. I hope you and Stiles managed to work things out. If you need anything you know where I am honey, just call me and I'll come over. Just please stay home okay, I love you.

A tear slipped down her cheek as the voicemail ended, "I'm so sorry lyds" she whispered to her phone as she turned it off.

Sighing loudly she pushed herself from the floor and headed to her bedroom. Finding her determination to end this, she needed to stop this and if killing the son of a bitch took her with him so be it. There was no way in hell she would be bowing to him or his lackeys, and their wishes, at least this way everyone would be safe, for a while anyway.

She was practically marching up the stairs, walking right through her bedroom, she went into her en-suite. Turning on the shower, she stripped the still soaked clothes from her body.

Stepping into the welcoming steam of the shower, as it burned her skin a little she realised that maybe she had sat in her soaking clothes too long. But the burn was welcome as she tilted her head back into the stream, feeling the water cascading down her face, neck and body.

Although this shower felt much lonelier than the one she had just hours earlier.

She could feel every touch of Stiles' lips across every patch of skin, the slowly rising bruises of his perfect grip, on her hips and wrists. As she ran her hands over her body, she remembered everything.

Alex found herself almost moaning, at the feeling the way his warm breath had felt against her neck. The feel of his skin against hers, those perfectly soft plump lips, against her own.

The way they'd looked into one another's eyes when he had first touched her, the anger rolling off of the pair of them. Those fierce brown eyes of his, the determination as he dominated her body, mind body and soul, like no one, ever had.

All the hope in the world had her excited because she would see him again, it was something she couldn't wait for, to be in his arms again where she belonged and she would never leave again.

Alex knew that if anyone ever tried to hurt him she would lose her mind, so god help Theo when he threatens Stiles, which he will.

Turning off the shower she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body. Her plan would work, that much she would make sure of, as for Peter she had no choice but to trust him.

Alex had to put Stiles to the very back of her mind if she ever had a hope in hell of doing this. Which became all the more difficult as she passed the mirror, a smile spread across her lips as she caught sight of her reflection. She was practically branded, which if it had been anyone else she probably would of hit the roof.

It was Stiles though anything that could mark her had, dropping the towel she giggled, running her fingers over her skin. Since her shower, the marks were all the more obvious, much to her delight.

Then sudden panic struck her if Theo saw this, well it really wouldn't be hard to guess who had done it, he knew how Alex felt about Stiles, heck until tonight everyone except Stiles knew, but this would put in danger.

So she knew she needed to cover up, at least it was a cold night it wouldn't be too odd for her to cover up. It needed to believable that she was leaving Scott, Stiles and the pack behind.

Drying herself off she pulled on underwear, followed by one of her black turtlenecks and some simple jeans. Leather jacket and boots by the front door for when she had to leave.

Alex just hoped that if anything happened to her that, someone would do something. She wouldn't want Scott to change himself but a lot of the time he was a little too nice, even to the worst of people and that was okay. Alex wouldn't change anything about a single one of her friends, they were easily the best people she had ever known.

Checking the clock she realised she had just less than an hour until Peter came back to get her, Alex was a little pissed at herself for not getting any sleep, but she hadn't realised how fast the time had gone.

The memory of those long finger marks on her body kept snapping her out of her zone, causing her to unconsciously lick her lips at the memories. Too much was at stake to let her mind wander, she needed her eyes on the prize his dead body at her feet.

That thought had a very different smile pulling at her lips.

The plan was pretty much in place, both Alex and Peter knew their roles. Seeing car lights streaming through her window Alex checked the time but was shocked when she noticed the time. Peter knew not to be early, and she wasn't expecting her mum back for almost a week.

Surely it couldn't be Stiles he was fast asleep when she left, and he didn't have his jeep.

So it must have been Peter he was the only one she had been expecting, turning off her light she headed downstairs and pulled on her coat and boots.

Hearing a car door slam she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. "No! You can't be here not now!" Alex squeaked, slamming the door closed and throwing her back against it.

Her breath coming out in rapid pants, this could not be happening, not now!