Another Alpha-Overcoming Chaos

Teen Wolf

A/N: I am so lacking on this story I believe lol but I have been sketching and I actually forgot about this story (How...could...I O.o) and remembered I wanted to write this now before I forget where this is going -.- yes cuz trust me I'm that simple minded. Anyway thanks for reading! There's no warnings (Cuz I really I'm 95% into writing nothing but series stories. Doesn't even have cussing~ haha anyway enjoy!

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Scott was waiting patiently with Chris at the hale house when they spotted Lydia's vehicle pulling up.

Lydia and Stiles got out of the car and walked up to Scott and Chris. Lydia's arms crossed with that look that said 'you were hiding something from me and you better explain.' "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Scott looked at Chris than at Stiles. "Derek was taken by the Alpha and were here to find him." He blurted out.

She rose a brow. "And you thought that I wouldn't be able to help?" Her tone was calm but the accusation was clear.

Stiles answered, "We knew you could help but we thought for once you shouldn't get involved, not after..."

She looked at him in disbelief, "And your in shape to be? Stiles, you were possessed and on the brink of death, then you wrecked your jeep! I don't see how you should be involved either."

"Either way we need all the help we can get. We need to focus on finding Derek." Scott intervened.

"Scott's right. The more time we waste, the possibility that Derek is already dead is looking more possible by the minute." Chris pointed out.

Lydia still had her arms folded. The fact that they thought she was better of not knowing pissed her off because after everything she's been though, being kidnapped, losing her best friend, and Aiden, which in her opinion, who's relationship was more in the category of 'friends with benefits.' She deserved to be apart of this. She needed to be apart of it.

"Not to mention that someone broke into the garage." Stiles said wearily.

Scott nodded. "I don't think its with the werewolves that have Derek. The scent was completely different."

"It will have to be dealt with once we get Derek. Scott, me and you will look towards the north of here, Lydia you and Stiles take the opposite but if we find ANYTHING that might indicate their holdup don't rush in. We'll meet back here in am hour and go from there." Chris instructed.

If anything, Chris was a devoted hunter and knew how to handle situations with ease.

Stiles looked at Lydia, who refused to meet his eyes, obviously still mad. "Let's go."

"Alright. Remember. One hour." He repeated.

Once separated, Chris and Scott went one way and Stiles and Lydia went the other.

Stiles would steal glances at Lydia every few foot, unable to think of anything to say. He remembered what she had said to him in his room and how she comforted him as he completely broke down. He didn't know how to handle what the nogitsune left in its wake and blamed himself for the disaster at the end but Lydia completely trusted him and tried convincing him that he wasn't at fault. Except he knew better.

"Your staring." She said, knocking him from his thoughts.

"Sorry..."

Lydia did that eye roll that only she could manage. "Look, I forgive you for not telling me anything but I don't approve. I'm capable of handling it. I mean your talking about a girl who manages to know when people die and ill never get used to how insane that sounds every time I say it." She added the last part with a shudder.

Stiles smiled at her stubbornness and knew all to well that she was able to hold her own but he wouldn't stop worrying about her. He was caught off by what she said next.

"So you and Malia, huh?"

His body tensed slightly, wondering how she knew about that and if there was anything else she knew. "Oh, were friends. She helped me out in Echo House."

She grinned knowingly. "You sure that's all?" She asked finally moving her attention towards him in interest.

"Lydia, we are friends, nothing else."

She still wore that grin and immediately he knew he was fighting a losing battle by explaining because when it came to Lydia she never backed down from her suspicions, not if she thought she was right.

They continued to walk and look for anything out if place but it was the same result. Nothing. Stiles set heavily on the ground, leaned up against the tree. His body still wasn't healed fully and it strained his still bruised ribs with the effort. Lydia had slid next to him. Her concern showing through her expression. "You okay?"

Stiles had his eyes closed. "My ribs just hurt. Remind me to track down that car that ran me off the road and give him some friendly advice on how to drive." He scoffed.

"No offense but your driving isn't any better considering you hit a tree. That wasn't moving." She replied with humor.

Stiles defended his action of swerving to avoid the car and that the tree just magically appeared just so he would hit it, "You should take it up with the tree."

She giggled at his putting the blame on tree that just happened to be in his path.

They set there in silence before Stiles said in a low voice, "We should continue looking."

Lydia was getting ready to stand so that she could help him up when she froze in her action to do so.

"How long does he plan on keeping that worthless wolf." A voice suddenly rang out.

Lydia looked at Stiles in panic, realization that it belonged to whoever took Derek. Stiles put his finger to his mouth in 'shh' motion.

"You know the drill. We find out about his pack so we can kill them and then we kill him. Simple." It was a different voice.

Stiles already knew that the alpha was looking to seek out the pack but he wondered why it had come to Beacon Hills in the first place. Lydia was staring at him with her lips curled, being as still as possible because the voices were close and if they made any sound they were so screwed.

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Scott was trying to catch the scents again but it was like they had completely disappeared without any trace that they were there before. His frustration was growing with each dead end they came to.

Chris was watching him out of the corner of his eyes with amusement. He didn't need the senses of a werewolf to know that Scott was getting irritated but he understood because if anything he felt just as frustrated as he did.

He liked Derek. At first, killing Derek, that was his main concern. Was to find and kill Derek because of a misunderstanding. That and Scott had convinced him Derek wasn't killing people and that they needed him but then he formed a friendship with him though Derek denied that they were nothing more than accomplices but that day at the sheriff's proved otherwise.

Chris told him to play it cool because he didn't want to add even more suspicion to them thanks to the nogitsune and Derek refused to be shaken by a psychotic fox but complied complied after he asked once more and Derek told him plainly that if something happened don't expect him to save his life.

Yet that's what he had done. Once the deputies started to run and cause a scene he knew that something was about to happen and when he saw Derek's attention go towards the glass behind them and into Mr. Stilinski's office and turned back to him with his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyes opened wide, that was all the warning he had before Derek shouted. "Get down!"

Next thing he knew Derek had place his body over his in attempt to shield him from an explosion that followed after and saved his life after saying he wouldn't.

He was aware that Scott stopped and was glancing around. "What is it?"

"There close." Scott replied, finally catching a scent.

Chris spoke, "How close."

Scott turned to face behind him. It was clear where the scent was coming from but it wasn't anywhere near them. In fact it was in the other direction, towards Stile and Lydia.

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Stiles listened as footsteps started to retreat away from them before completely disappearing. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding but his relief turned into panic as he felt his arms being grabbed and he was tossed backwards and was being dragged and began to kick out.

"Stiles!" Lydia's cry had him looking to where she was before to find that someone had her up on her feet and their hands wrapped around her throat, cutting off her words.

"We have a couple of ease droppers." He declared with a smirk.

He wanted to scream, tell them to let her go but before he could say anything he was being roughly hauled up to his feet and turned around to face his attacker and wasn't surprised to find yellow eyes glaring into his with such anger that his breath hitched. "It's not nice to listen in on other peoples conversations."

"It's not nice sneaking up on people listening to other people's conversation, either." He retorted back and in return received a right hook to his jaw hard enough to turn his head completely to the side.

He tasted the familiar tang of blood at his split lip and he found himself spitting it out. He remembered the beating the old man gave him and came to a conclusion that the punches he got from him was in comparison to the one he just got but then again when your a werewolf who needs normal strength.

Lydia was struggling in his hands. Her throat starting to burn from the pressure bur she continued to stare at Stiles in horror as the man punched him. Hard.

She felt her own attackers grip loosen to allow her to breath and she chocked before taken in much needed air but the hands stayed on her throat.

She screamed when the man punched Stiles so hard in the stomach that it sent him back and he hit the ground, his hands gripping his already bruised chest. His face was pinched up in pain as he tried to catch his breath and Lydia knew that they were in serious trouble.

"I think Damion will want to know about this. I'm guessing your out here for a reason."

Stiles glared at him, having caught his breath but he didn't get to reply because he was hit once again only this time it sent him into unconsciousness, vaguely aware of Lydia's scream.

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Stiles and Lydia are in huge trouble! maybe not if Scott can get to them first? Who knows! Poor Stiles got beat up again. I feel terrible about that considering I LOVE HIM O.o I am such a horrible person. Haha so thanx for reading! Review! Please! Let me know how I am doing! And there is spelling mistakes ill have to fix but I'm just to tired! Thanx for reading! Stay tuned for more!