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Work Song by Hozier


**Rickey Stones stood in the center of his tub as warm, tiny droplets impacted his body. Life was hell at the moment. However, the omega never gave up thinking he would reach the light at the end of the darken tunnel that he was traveling through. And at the end, he knew all his friends waiting for him. A lot was going through his mind at the moment. He haven't heard anything about Anna since the night she discovered his secret; Gerard was making Rickey anxious with just being in town and the fact that he was the principal of Riley's school made things even worse; The Kanima scared Rickey to death, he had no idea what the damn thing was nor how it came about. All this constant worrying was now beginning to take its toll on Rickey. Something needed to be done. Something needed to happen. Time was running out. Gerard was probably preparing his grand move by now and just like before, Rickey would be caught at the dead end of it.

He ran his fragile fingers through his mop of a head, pushing all his hair to the back. He then lifted his head to let the water droplets consume his face.

What is Gerard planning? Why hasn't he made a move yet? Was he waiting for Rickey to come after him? Of course Rickey did not want to find out. Something told him that he would anyway. Maybe it was time for a visit to Deaton's office. At times like these Rickey wanted nothing more but crack open a beer and cuddle up with Anna, but she was gone. Maybe she was never coming back either. He still had the letter that she left him. Most people would throw something like that away in an attempt to move on. But not Rickey. For him, the note served as key point of hope that she would return one day; that she would come back to him.

"Come back to me." He whispered.

After turning off the hot steaming water, the omega made his way to his bedroom and on his bed was the journal that he found the other night while snooping in Gerard's office. Some days went by since he found the damn thing but he still could not manage to go through it –fully. In fact he had not even touched it since that night. It's been collecting dust as Rickey kept it away from his brother. He had all the time in the world to go through the thing but it was more of him being afraid of what was inside. He was scared to death of what he might have found inside that damn thing. Family secrets? Lies? What could it possibly be? Just staring at the damn-thing fueled Rickey's rage for his parents; for Gerard; for his past.

Gerard was getting under Rickey's skin and the two had yet to cross paths since the hunter's return.


After receiving the disturbing text from Stiles about Derek's two little betas plan for Lydia, Riley rushed from his previous class as soon as he heard the bell. Thank god he had this period with Lydia and the others. He wasn't sure what was going on, all he knew was that Jackson overheard Derek's two betas talking about eliminating Lydia after a certain test was done. No rocket-science was needed to understand that Isaac and Erica planned on killing the beloved strawberry blonde before the day was over. Riley would be damned if he allowed that to happen.

The omega met Stiles and Scott in the doorway to Mr. Harris chemistry class. Today it seemed that the class would be working with different types of chemicals in various stations; the perfect opportunity to create an accident. At the end of the classroom, side-by-side, stood Erica and Isaac, both with a sinister grin plastered on their faces'. Instantly, Riley felt a fire burning in the core of his chest: Anger. With clenched jaws and a bald his fist he began to march their way. He meant business. He cared little about Erica and Isaac but when he heard what they were planning he knew he would want to deal with them both, personally. In his mind Riley knew it would only be mere-child's play dealing with the both of them at the same time, which is why he wanted to settle things now.

"I got this." He said under his breath as his nostrils flared.

Once he took a step forward he was quickly pulled backward by both Scott and Stiles.

"Really?" he said, "in front of all these people? What's your plan? March over there and throw some blows? And then what?" Scott had a point. He was in fact starting to sound like Deaton because of the way he spoke. Riley -in some ways- admired Scott's ability to actually see things out before taking actions. He'd make a great alpha someday, he thought.

"Let's take things slow." The beta's voice was soothing, it was enough to bring down his anger so that he could actually think: just like Scott wanted. Once Riley was calmed down he decided to see what Scott and Stiles had in mind.

"Okay, so now what do we do?" Riley whispered over his shoulders to Scott and Stiles.

"Simple." Stiles said, "We make science." A child-like grin tugged at the corner of the spaz's lips. It amazed Riley how Stiles was able to make jokes at the worst of times.

The three then dispersed, going over to empty lab tables where each was stacked with different types of chemicals, flasks, and test tubes to their disposal. Stiles took a seat directly next to Lydia flashing a sheepish grin; Scott was fortunate enough to be seated with Allison; Riley was the unlucky one. He was paired with Isaac for the first part of his experiment.

All the way to his seat he growled and bit down on his gums. His nostrils continued to flare but what more could he do? Scott told the omega to stay calm which would have been an easy task…if Riley wasn't placed right next to the narcissistic, curly hair, blue-eyed devil himself. Isaac could feel the heat of hatred brushing off of Riley's body. He found it amusing.

It was then when he found out that he was in full control of how Riley felt at the moment. It was button pushing time for Isaac. He grinned then looked over towards the omega and said "you know, it's a damn shame we gotta' kill poor Lydia." Tilting his head, showing false sympathy.

Riley ignored that comment and continued to fiddle with the test tubes that surrounded him, hoping it would take his mind away from the whole situation. Riley sought for the smallest distraction possible. However, Isaac continued to ramble on.

"I mean, she's hot as hell and probably would be damn good in bed." It took everything within the omega to not search the table for some form of acid and splash it all over the pale beta's face. That idea was almost calming. But then it happened… A sudden twinkle had shun in Isaac's crystal blue orbs.

"You know who else is pretty hot?" Riley was no psychic but something told him he already knew the answer to Isaac's question. He prayed to a god that her name was not going to come from his mouth.

"Viola," he heard Isaac say.

"Don't take it personal but I think Viola can do a little bit better than you." Isaac sneered, and in that moment Riley felt his beating heart slip to the bottom of his stomach as the flask in his hand completely shattered. And right after that, Riley heard Mr. Harris tap on his little desk bell, alerting the class to move on to the next station.

Isaac smiled at Riley's feeling of defeat. He saw it clear on the omega's face, in his eyes, and the way his nostrils were still flared. A nerve was definitely plucked at. From a distance Scott could see it clear as day. There was no blaming Riley if he was to act out on Isaac. Now that Scott thought about, Riley's anger had been getting the best of him a lot lately. Why now? Unlike Scott, Riley was born a werewolf. Which meant he should have good control over his emotions and controlling a shift. Better control than Scott, Isaac, and Boyd and anyone else who was bitten. Something was changing about Riley, what was it?

Now was the time to find out: he and Riley were now placed together.

"What did he say?" Scott asked, but Riley ignored the question. His breathing became manic, his nostrils continued to flare, keeping his hands open were becoming a struggle.

"Scott, let me at him. Just give me 2 minutes with that guy and I swear-" In mid-sentence the omega was starting to -once again- calm himself. A couple inhale-exhale breathing tactics made it a bit easier.

"We have to stop them…" Riley's voice almost cracking, he was exasperated with all the back and forth lately. If it wasn't something going on with Lydia then it was something with Derek; and if it wasn't Derek then it was Rickey. A never-ending cycle was in the process of being created.

"I know." Scott said with a reassuring voice, he didn't sound to certain in his ability to stop Derek or his betas from fulfilling their mission of killing Lydia but something about him spoke hope.

He placed the palm of his hand on Riley's back to give the omega some comfort. He had to put the omega hard-at-thought mind to ease.


On his way to Deaton's clinic, it had kicked in on the omega that he was still not on good terms with the Doctor. Instead of seeing him, Rickey paid a visit to the next best thing –Sid and Beacon Hills' local bar. Normally it wasn't his thing visiting such a place during the day time but it had been a while since he and his old friend sat down and chat. That and he desperately wanted a drink. He wanted to take his mind off things and there was nothing else in this little blue planet that could help him more than a glass of whiskey.

He entered the vintage style bar, absorbing the heavy scent of cigarette smoke, and bodies that were beginning to obtain a terrible odor. Just behind the barstool was the girl he was looking for: Sid, his favorite bartender.

"Hello rock-star." She greeted the omega, almost looking happier to see him than he was to see her.

If it wasn't for her job she would most likely had leaped over the countertop, rushed over to the omega, and jumped into his arms. She enjoyed his company.

With slow steps he wandered over to the countertop and took his seat, began to bark orders, then dropped his head. To the side of him was a man wearing a plaid shirt who was deep into his slumber, Rickey automatically knew what that meant. He snickered a bit as he thought about his history with drinking and –sometimes- getting blacked out and not being able to remember the night before. His eyes then surveyed around the bar –taking notice of all the drunken men who were all either napping in their own drool or fighting to stand on their feet.

"Amateurs." He snorted.


Viola sat in the school's library, where she claimed to have been working on a project but in all reality she was doing some research on a personal subject: supernatural creatures. She wanted to learn more about Riley being a werewolf. Ever since the night at the Ice Rink, Viola had found herself a bit more interested in them –or in him. And curiosity drove her up the wall. She had only thought they were myths and legends, she thought wrong.

Countless hours were spent with her baby blue eyes glue to the computer screen, looking more into werewolves; after non-stop searching she came across a certain page that listed various different types of werewolf related creatures. But this depended on the culture. The name Kanima popped up, snatching her interest. Viola became lost in her own research and unaware of her surroundings, so unaware that she had not noticed Matt, the camera boy, sneaking up on her.

"Matt!" she greeted. "I'm sorry, I had no idea you were there." As the boy took a seat she quickly started to exit out from all her web browsers but the look on Matt's face said it all.

"What's a Kanima?" camera boy asked. Too bad Viola did not have the answer, she was just as confused as he was. What in the hell was a Kanima? If Matt was a few seconds late then maybe Viola would have the answer. It then dawned on her that his question was still left unanswered. It would remain that way too.

"I see you're interested in werewolves." He said assuming. It was odd to Viola, she had only met Matt once and that was when he unexpectedly wanted a picture for a project.

"Yeah, I'm…" her eyes broke contact from his as she quickly thought of something to say "I'm writing a book!" She blurted. "About werewolves." The awkwardness building up. "That are teenagers. I'm thinking about calling it Teen Wolf."

Matt snickered, "Well let me know when it gets published. I'll be the first one in line to pick a copy up." He said with an assuring voice.

The coast was clear. Viola had successfully drawn attention away her from her actual reasoning and Matt seemed to have bought it. All that was left now was to rid the web-history of all evidence, gather her things, and get the hell out of the library before something else happened. But Matt had other plans, as Viola went to get up she found the boy's cold fingers laced around her wrist in a vice-grip. The tightness on her wrist was not at all painful but it still took her by surprise.

"I actually wanted to ask you something." He said as he dug into his bag and fished out his Nikon Camera.

Viola could feel it now, the uneasiness creeping up on her from behind, usually curiosity would get the best of the brunette but not this time. She only wanted to be far, far away from the wannabe-photographer and would give just about any reason for a sudden dismissal.

"The other day, when I was taking pictures at the Lacrosse game, I caught some pics of Riley and noticed my camera was bugging out." The picture of Riley revealed his eyes glowing. "I thought it was just the glare of the angle or something but then I took another picture and the same thing happened." Even though Viola wanted to be far away from Matt, something about the photo's he had taken had caught her attention. She wasn't able to turn her head now. She wanted to know what the reasoning behind this was as well.

"Now here's the spooky part," he said, causing Viola's body to stiffen up in preparations of what Matt would say next. Did he know Riley's secret? If so then how?

"When I took pictures of Scott the same thing happened to him also."

She then swallowed thickly, "I have to go," her eyes were as wide as saucers, as if she had seen a ghost.

"I didn't mean to spook you!" he said, attempting to comfort her but Viola was quick, she gathered her belongings and stuffed her bag. She would organize it later but it was time to go –it was time to warn Riley and the others.

"Hey wait!" he called out to her once more, stopping the brunette in her tracks.

Now what!? -she thought, she turned to face him with a pleasant disguised smile. Behind that smile was a sick and twisted death stare that she wanted to beam off personally to him.

"I know you and Allison are like best-friends." Viola nodded knowingly to his words. "So do you know if she's seeing anyone?" She could see the awkwardness in the boy as soon as he spoke Allison's name, his cheeks started to flush, and words were starting topple over each other. "Do you know if she and Scott are still a thing?" Yes you idiot! She wanted to shout but she knew that Allison and Scott were to remain a secret, a secret that only the couple's close friends knew about.

"I will talk to her! But don't get your hopes up, she's pretty heartbroken over the breakup still. It's a woman's thing." And in that moment Viola left the library. But now she had something important to do, she needed to find Riley and tell him about Matt before it was too late.

She searched the halls high and low, looking for Riley or Scott or even Stiles. She needed to warn him. Out of all days the school had felt like a giant maze, looking for Riley was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He was nowhere to be found, him or his silly friends.

Then, at the end of hall –making all the noise possible- was Stiles Stilinski and behind him was Jackson, Lydia, Allison, and Riley.

"Riley!" she called out to the omega.

"Can't talk. Call you later!" he was obviously in a rush, as he walked, planting a quick-short-and-sweet kiss on her rosy pink lips.

"But it's important…" she said to herself, knowing even if she was to yell it that he would not hear it. The halls were too crowded anyway. She was amazed that he even spotted her. Soon, Riley and the others became lost in the sea of people.

Viola stood in place, dressed in a light green dress that stopped an inch before her knees. He was gone and she was left behind.


His mission was a crucial one, to protect Lydia and stop Derek and his band of mischiefs. At Lydia's defense was Riley, Stiles, and Allison; Jackson wasn't much help besides the fact of barking orders and reminding everyone how much of a pain he was.

Just outside of the home that the group took refuge in stood Derek and his three loyal betas, each wearing that killer instinct in their eyes. Riley and Stiles constantly peaked out the window while Allison continuously tried to reach Scott but the omega was off handling another issue.

"You think we can take them?" Stiles, holding a bat, asked the group.

"Erica, Isaac, and Boyd? Yes. Derek? Maybe not."

"I can't reach Scott!" Allison said as she paced the wooden pavement beneath her feet. It was easily noticeable that she was under a lot of stress. In one hand was her crossbow, in the other hand was her phone.

"Maybe we should call my dad…" she suggested, causing Riley to double over once he noticed that Allison was starting to dial up a number.

The omega rushed over to the huntress and snatched the phone from her fragile palms.

"Bad idea!" He told her. Then proceeded to take her phone away and stuff it into his back pocket.

"If things get to chaotic then I'll call Rickey." Stiles head poked up to the sound of Rickey's name coming from Riley's lips. In his opinion, he felt that was just as bad as calling Allison's father. No matter who they called they were still screwed.

After considering Riley's proposal, Allison marched over to the window, taking a peek at what was to come…but something was off –she noticed that one of Derek's betas were missing from his side.

"Guys?" she called out to her two friends, causing Riley and Stiles to both poke their heads up, "where did Isaac go?" Suddenly Stiles and Riley both turned towards each other in disbelief of Allison's question.

"Right here." They heard him say, standing in the hallway that led from whatever backdoor he had come from, wearing a smug grin on his face. His eyes glowing golden and his claws out.

Stiles swallowed thickly before feeling a quick fearful shiver rush through his body. He held the metal bat close and stepped behind Riley, letting his werewolf friend take the lead.

Riley bounced to his feet as a burst of adrenaline flowed throughout his pores, a low growl escaping under his breath from his lips, and nostrils flaring. He had not forgotten about how Isaac attempted to taunt to the omega earlier. This was a perfect opportunity to let loose. And with Scott being abscent there was nothing to stop him from giving Isaac the beating of his life.

"I got this," he assured his two friends but Stiles was uncertain about letting Riley "handle" Isaac alone.

Before Stiles was able to express himself it was too late. The omega charged towards Isaac, tackling him into the kitchen.

"Guys! This is Scott's house!" the spaz shouted, desperately wanting them to not break anything while trying to kill each other.

Over and over again, Riley threw his fist into Isaac's delicate, pale face. Relentless with his blows, he held nothing back. His own knuckles were starting to tear and leak of a crimson liquid as he thrashed about.

The two wrestled around, trying to pin the other just to go back to throwing jabs in the face. One minute Riley had the upper-hand then Isaac, then back to Riley, then once again Isaac.

Neither one was backing down, Riley was fighting for his pride while Isaac was fighting for a mission that his alpha had sent him out on. The curly haired beta wrapped his hands around Riley's throat but with ease, the omega broke the grip; threw his knee into Isaac's stomach and slammed his elbows' into the beta's back, heavily. With this, Isaac now lied weak and beaten on the wooden floor, his hands and knees were his only support but when Riley saw that, he shot his leg right under Isaac's chin –knocking him out cold.

"Don't take this personal but Viola wouldn't be into you." He mocked the beta and wandered off. He came to a sudden pause when heard the loud cry of Allison's voice, "Guys! It's here!" Riley knew what that meant.


Derek and his two betas stood on the front lawn of Scott's home. Moments ago he had sent Isaac in to carry out the plan to kill Lydia. The alpha felt it would have been a simple task for his beta; that was before he sensed Isaac's defeat. Derek was not angry. He was far from it in fact. But that did not stop him from sending in Erica to assist Isaac. Tonight would be the night that the kanima would die. He would make sure of it.

His head titled up as his nostrils flared for a second; he could smell the arrival of him.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Said the alpha, earning a look of confusion from Boyd, who also stood by his side.

Then right on cue, the two turned to face none other than Rickey Stones and his infamous devilish smirk. The omega stood tall wearing his black leather jacket, hands stuffed in his pockets, and mess of a hair. From first glance he seemed to be up to no good.

"Don't mind me," he said as he took a single step towards Derek and his beta. "I'm just here to save the day." He added with a wink.

"This doesn't concern you." Derek said, adding his own half smirk into the mix of things.

"Actually it does; my brother is in there. I'm sure you know him. He has puppy brown eyes, kinda tall; kinda built; LOVES to whine." Rickey quipped. His voice growing ever more irritating to Derek.

"All we want is the girl." Derek replied with a stern voice, his smirk suddenly falling off his face, knowing things would no longer be easy for him and his pack.

"Nah," Rickey shook his head slowly left to right, "Can't let you have the girl."

"Fine then. We'll just take her." The alpha nodded his head over to Boyd, giving his beta full permission to tear apart the scum that stood before him.

But with ease, Rickey had Boyd on the ground less than twenty seconds. This truly infuriated Derek, it drove him insane to see all of his beta subduing to defeat so easily.

His eyes started to glow red like a searing flame of rage as a single quote ran through his head: "If you wanted something done right then you have to do it yourself."

He and Rickey charged into each other, a fight that they been wanting for a while now. A rematch. It was time to settle the score.

Rickey, who was quick with his blows and kick, throwing them into a combo was no problem for him. He was trained to fight. However, Derek was stronger. Rickey threw a fist to Derek's face after making contact with a knee to the gut, the alpha caught the fist, released a glass-shattering roar and gripped the omega's throat. And with little to no effort, Derek lifted Rickey into mid-air and slammed him on his back as if he was nothing more than a simple rag doll.

The alpha didn't stop there. Her sat on Rickey's chest, pinning him to the ground, threw three quick jabs to the face and finally grabbing him by the collar of his coat.

"You can't beat me!" the alpha growled "and you never will!" he assured the omega, raising a single fist to deliver the final blow.

Then, his attention was suddenly snatched and directed towards something else…Isaac and Erica both were sent flying from Scott's doorway. After releasing his hold on Rickey, he was appalled by the horrendous sight of each and every one of his betas being taken down so easily. He clenched his jaws to fight back his words. Standing over them were the culprits: Scott McCall, Riley Stones, Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski and his metal bat.

The alpha found humor in the situation. "Impressive," he said to the small group, "but if you think you can stop me from getting in there and killing that thing then you are surely mistaken!"

As Derek got ready to take a step forward he was caught off-guard by a blood curling scream that ripped through the star-filled night sky. In that instance everyone's head shot up towards the roof just to see the humanoid scaly lizard-like creature crawling out a window and making its escape.

Riley stood in horror at the sight. They were right. Lydia was the Kanima.

"It's getting away!" Allison shouted amongst the crowd.

Then, "What the hell is going on?"

Riley and the others shot their heads towards the doorway, meeting Lydia's olive green eyes that were overflowing with terror.

Eyes opened widely as everyone stood puzzled, gawking at Lydia who stood in the door way. If she wasn't the kanima…then that could only mean it was Jackson the whole time.


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