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A/N: This is un-beta'd – All Mistakes are mine and mine alone!

Chapter 4: The Bomb is Dropped – Part I

Lydia Martin was pissed. She'd been texting Stiles nonstop for the past two weeks. She had tried calling him after the first two texts, because she'd received an automatic reply saying "the message was not delivered". But when she called him, there was another message, this time a woman, saying the number was no longer in use and to try again. She'd been furious. She needed to talk to him urgently.

She and Jackson had ditched the town after Gerard had gone missing and Derek had turned Jackson to a werewolf. There was just too much drama and Jackson needed to get away and Lydia needed to get away too. They'd left and gone to stay at Jackson's adoptive parents' beach house.

Eventually she had decided to email Stiles but he wasn't replying. She and Jackson were returning to Beacon Hills tonight and she just wanted to talk to Stiles before leaving the beach-house. She looked up when she heard Jackson coming in, dressed in only a pair of swimming trunks, all wet.

"Still not answering?" he asked her, softly.

"no… I've tried everything, texts, calling him and even emailing him. it's like he is … I don't know Jackson… I really don't know anymore… maybe we shouldn't go back yet."

"Lydia, I know what you're thinking and I don't blame you. I mean how am I supposed to explain this to everyone in town? That I died, but not really? But I'm just tired of running all the time. I'm tired of always hating myself, off feeling all this anger and hate and I just want to live life. You know, when you told you still loved me I was so happy. I didn't mind dying then, because I knew that even after all I had done, you still loved, you knew who I was and that I didn't really mean to do all that I had done. You knew that I was hurting more than anyone else. But I don't feel like that anymore. The wolf in me has allowed me to finally accept and love myself, flaws and all. It's only been two weeks and I feel so much happier than I was ever in my life …. I just can't give up… I'm not going to join Derek's pack, mostly because he doesn't even want me and I'm really friends with McCall, so he's out too. I know Stilinski, Stiles, he told you that omega don't survive. I get that. I'll find myself an Alpha. Because I may be arrogant and a jackass but I'm not stupid, even I know that I'm not ever going to be able to be Alpha."

"So what? Derek is the only Alpha in Beacon Hills. And as for McCall, he is not an actual Alpha, but he is not a beta either, actually to be honest, I don't know what he is… so what will you do, if not Derek, who is going to be your Alpha?"

"Stilinski"

"What? What are you talking about, Jackson? Stiles? He isn't even a wolf! How is …"

"So what if he's not a wolf? He helped McCall didn't he? I remember watching them train, and when I look back now, I realize it wasn't practicing Lacrosse that they were doing, it was Stiles training McCall to gain control over his wolf. Come on, if McCall was able to do it, then so can I"

"ok… let's say you're right, but how are going to get Stiles to become your Alpha, if he's not even willing to reply back to me. I mean, let's be serious, you've been nothing but an ass to him…"

"So have you Lydia, you've ignored him for the past 10 years, and you've been nothing but a little bitch towards him, so you have no room to talk to me about that.."

"Yeah well, ok fine, but the difference is that he actually likes me, you, not so much… he'll never agree to help you."

"Oh he will, I'll make him a deal, I'll ask him to be my Alpha temporarily, train me until I have enough control and I'll make sure he not only makes it on the team, but also remain on it, and not as member on the benches but on the actual field. The coach likes me and I'll be like a legend, boy who died and came back and it's be big for the team, knowing Finstock, and he'll favor me more than usual and I'll talk him into it. Stilinski could be team for real. See? Problem solved"

"Fine, but I don't think he'll need your help. He helped the team win the match that night, all on his own…"

" yeah but that's because all of us 'freaks' were too busy trying to kill one another, so he didn't have to worry about protecting himself and just needed to worry about scoring. Plus he had a motivation; Gerard had said he could kill everyone on the field if Scott failed him, right? So probably knowing how stupidly stubborn McCall could be, he probably figured if he was going to die that night, he'd rather die a winner."

"Fine, well it looks like we're not going to get a chance to talk to him now, since he's not replying. I've already packed all of our stuff since we didn't have much to pack anyways. We can leave now, if you want. It's 5pm now, if we leave now, we should be able to get to Beacon Hill by 11 tonight, and we'll go straight to Stiles' place. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind. No one, and I repeat, No one ignores Lydia Martin"

They had passed the sign "Welcome to Beacon Hills" 45 minutes ago. They'd just arrived to the Stilinski household, and were parked outside. It was 10:00 at night. They'd gotten here earlier than expected. They hadn't stopped on the way, so they got here an hour earlier. Jackson looked to the passenger seat to find Lydia sleeping, her lips in a perfect pout. He reached out an unbuckled her seat belt and softly shook her.

"We're here, Lydia, wake up"

"hmm….aah… huh?"

"We're here. Let's go and have that talk with Stilinski"

"hmm… what time is it?"

"10:05"

"Ok"

They both exited the car, each from their respective side and headed towards the front door. Lydia rang the bell. They knew only one person was home, because Jackson had heard only one person's heart. The waited a few minutes and then they both heard the sound of someone coming down the stairs. The door opened and they were faced with the Sheriff.

"Lydia Martin? Where the hell have you been? Your parents have been looking everywhere for you, and oh my god, is that the Whitemore boy, Jackson, was it? Where have you been? Because I know you weren't dead? Oh never mind, we'll deal with that later, but we need to come up with a good excuse to explain you to the towns-folks, because something tells me telling them about Kanimas and Werewolves is not an option. But never mind that, what are you doing here at this time of the night?"

"How do you even? Never mind… we were wondering if we could speak to Stiles. I've been calling him and emailing him and everything but I haven't received a single reply; so could you let us know where he is, so we can go and talk to him, because we know he is not home. Actually we were hoping it was him, who was home and …."

"Stiles is not here…"

"I already said that we are aware of that, so where is he, is he with McCall?"

"No, Ms. Martin, my son is not in Beacon Hills. He's been gone for the past two weeks. He is staying with my wife's family members, and he is not answering your calls because he has a new phone with a new number and for the emails, well, ever thought maybe he doesn't want to talk you? Oh but no, right? Because you're Lydia Martin, not used to being ignored, right? Well. Ms. Martin, Mr. Whitemore, there is a first time for everything. Look at it this way, now you know how he felt all those years when you were ignoring him. Stiles has your number, if he wanted to contact you, he would've. He left because he was sick of your crap, yours, McCall's and Hale and his little pack, oh and let us not forget the crazy Argents. You know what's funny? McCall probably doesn't even know my son is missing, and he calls himself a friend." He said bitterly, looking down at the steps in front of the front door, and then looked at the two teens and continued "What did you need anyways?"

"uhhh…. uhmm.. I just wanted to… I mean we just wanted to talk to him…"

"Really now? Just talk? You didn't need anything? That's a first! Because the only time, any of you come looking for my son is when you need his help. Well guess what? He's not here and he doesn't want to talk to you. Well then if that is all, I shall bid you good night. I have to be at the office early in the morning and I'd like to get some sleep. You may want to stay with Hale for now, Whitemore, I don't think your parents are ready for this kind of a shock yet, at least not until we talk about it. Good night you two." The Sheriff said, coldly and he shut the door in their face.

"Wait!"

"Well, that went well…I guess we need a new plan"

"Oh really? Like I couldn't tell? What are you, Sherlock?" Lydia snapped and glared at him. It was one of those looks, you know the kind that made you realize that if looks could kill, you'd be dead and it's good that looks don't kill, because you don't want to be dead.

They just stood there for the longest time, before he broke the silence.

"Well, I guess we're going to have to go and see Derek Hale after all."

With that said, they turned around, got into Jackson's car and headed towards the Hale house.

A/N: So that was chapter 4. The bomb was dropped for these two. Next chapter is going to involve the rest of the pack, and it will be within the same night and the chapter after with also be at the same time as these events are happening in Beacon Hills, except its day time in London. Originally I was going to have it revealed in chapter seven, because it's lucky number seven. LOL! But I decided against it, because I've had a good built up until now. So what did you think? Jackson's in for a big surprise from Stiles.

Something you should know:

Erica and Boyd were taken by the Alpha pack the night of the Warehouse incident, but were rescued later that same night, by a group of hooded figures, so they'll be in the next chapter.

I don't know how long this story will be, I just know that I've only began writing it. I've had this idea for a very long time, but I never got around to writing it until I did. You know its great idea when no matter what; it's always in your head. If that's the case, you know that you have to write it out, because chances are that you're on your way to writing a great story.