A/N~ Things get even more complicated for the Pack. I hope everyone will read and review. Thanks to everyone. ~A

Teen Wolf 51

"Its Allison," Chris explained reluctantly to his mate. "I recognize the scent and the effects. This is an Argent exclusive concoction."

"Proprietary Hunter goods, lovely." Peter said without heat and with concern in his eyes. "Are you sure it's Allison? Maybe its another member of your family, who's come to town seeking revenge?"

"No," Chris said reluctantly, "This was something I made with Allison, when she was younger. The only other members of our family, who might remember it are Kate, Gerard, or Victoria. I've been keeping track of them. No visitors to the prisons, or anything along those lines. I have the ingredients to make the cure but they're at the house."

Are you sure you'll be safe?" Peter asked his lover seriously.

Chris kept from laughing barely. He may be one of the best hunters the Argent family had ever produced, not to mention packing an entire arsenal on his person at any given time. To Peter though he would always be someone who needed protecting.

"I'll be fine. I don't know what is going on with our daughter right now but I don't believe she'll try and hurt us. I can't believe that." he added a little under his breath. "I won't believe that."

Peter still heard. Werewolf hearing being what it was. He decided to distract his Mate, "This cure you're going to create, how are we going to administer it, preferably without adding to his blood loss?"

"Injection should be fine," Chris explained easily as he prepared to leave. "It was actually designed to be administered by dart, injections will work the same just slightly more sanitary." he said with a grateful smile to Peter for the rather obvious distraction. He kissed the other man before leaving the room to head out to his car.

His hearing wasn't supernatural in origin so he didn't hear his husbands phone ring as he exited. Allison's particular ring tone. Peter was glad his mate wasn't here to hear this particular conversation as Peter the conniver came out to play with his beloved Ally.

"Hey baby girl, how's your project coming?" Peter asked nonchalantly as he prepared things for when his husband got back with the cure for Jackson. He listened closely to the call hoping to recognize something in the background so that they could track their errant huntress down.

Meanwhile he got the Sheriffs attention to see if the man could possibly trace the call. Though he was pretty sure that his daughter was calling from one of the abandoned warehouses in the area, because he recognized some animal noises and a slight echo in the background.

"Not so great. When are you guys going to get back from the woods?" the girl asked and then in a more wheedling tone, "I could really use your help Poppa."

The werewolf recognized the con in the tone, "I'm afraid I had to come back early, baby girl."

"Oh good, so can you come help me with my project?" Allison asked enthusiastically.

"I can't get away right now though, I'm with a patient. Baby girl, I don't want you to panic, but it's Jackson." he added wanting to hear her reaction.

"Oh Poppa, that's terrible. Is he ok?" asked his daughter with what sounded very much like genuine concern.

The Sheriff came in and interpreted Peter's signals and called the phone service to get a trace on the line to try to track Allison's phone.

While Peter worked desperately to keep Allison on the line. "It's still too early to tell Allison. Why don't you come to the hospital though and I'll try to help you with your project while I'm on my break." the doctor offered hopefully.

"Oh no that's okay poppa. I wouldn't want to distract you, maybe I'll get daddy to help me when he gets back or maybe I'll get somebody else to help me with my project. Oh, I know just the person," Allison said ominously, as she added cheerfully, "See yaw' later, Poppa." Before the line went dead.

He knew before the Sheriff said anything it hadn't been long enough to lock down his daughters location. He also knew there were too many warehouses in Beacon County to track Allison down before she was gone again. His lover and her former family had trained the brunette too well.

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She returned to the hospital, as it was nightfall it was easy enough to conceal herself and observe the comings and goings of everyone in the hospital. She originally had hoped to see one of her dads or possibly even Melissa on a break. When she saw Lydia come out chatting away on her cell phone as she walked unescorted to her little car, the huntress smiled to herself.

She moved closer to the redheads car as the Banshee used the unlock function on her key bob to get into her car. Allison watched as her friend hung up her cell phone as she slipped up next to the redhead's car As soon as Lydia climbed into the drivers seat, Allison slid into the passengers seat beside her.

"Hey Lyds, you headed home? Mind if I tag along,? she said in a friendly tone. Immediately she felt the tension in the small car ratchet up dramatically. Her smile widened into a more feral grin as she said, "Oh good so you know or at least suspect what's going on."

The huntress or rather the creature that was wearing Allison's body gave a sharp little nod of her head, "That explains why I couldn't get Peter to come out and play with me."

Allison never really took her eyes off of the titian haired Banshee sitting in the driver's seat. "Drive Lydia, I think we should have a chat."

She waited patiently for the other girl to start the car and drive out of the parking area of the hospital with shaking hands. Eyes not really blinking and the just general sense of barely contained insanity was there. The way she was studying her so intently was making Lydia very uncomfortable.

"So why would they let you out by yourself" she asked thoughtfully.

Keep her occupied and thinking of other things rather than you being alone. A voice inside Lydia's head said as she drove aimlessly having no intention of going anywhere near her home. She didn't want to think about. why that voice sounded like Deputy Parrish.

She remembered something then, she still had a key to his place. A fact that she was pretty sure that only she and Jackson knew about, since he and Cora were still fairly new. With that and her knowledge of his house added together and the brilliant mind of Lydia Martin kicked in and she said, "I was supposed to be headed to Jackson's house."

"His parents are out of town…" She acted as if she had just realized she probably shouldn't have confessed that to the other girl.

"And what does that have to do with you?" Allison prompted encouragingly.

"They were hoping I could find information on how to get in contact with them to get medical permission to do certain tests and procedures on Jackson," Lydia replied with feigned reluctance. She kept her expression fearful, knowing Allison had no way of knowing that at one time the younger girl had considered an acting career.

Even going so far as to play the lead in the school play for which she got four standing ovations something that had never happened before or since in the schools history. Her thespian skills were surprisingly good. Until she had decided to stop playing the longest role of her life as the vapid airhead bitch and just be herself. Brain and all.

She watched as the dark eyes that had once belonged to her best friend turned calculating. "Far be it from me to interfere in a mission of mercy," Allison said as she indicated with a hand gesture for the Banshee to continue on to Jackson's home.

The redhead checked her current location and headed down one of the many all to familiar routes that would lead to the blond lacrosse captains residence. Lydia had a feeling at one time she could find her way to his home blindfolded from anywhere in Beacon Hills.

Truthfully she probably still could have done so even though they had been broken up for several months now. He had moved on though and Lydia was trying to do the same and she so didn't need to be thinking about this right now, she thought nervously.

As she pulled into the curved driveway of the Greek Revival that was the Whittemore home, she pulled up the layout of the house. She knew that the brunette was probably not as unarmed as she appeared. Her timing would have to be precise.

She wasn't really as surprised as she should have appeared when Allison relieved her of her bag. She was glad she made it a habit to change the password to open her phone every week and had just done so earlier today. Not that Allison knew that either. Lydia unlocked the front door easily with the key she kept on a chain under her shirt. As she thought to herself rather how little her friend actually knew about her.

She wondered if that didn't make her paranoid or just really suspicious. Or maybe she just had been hanging around Stiles a lot lately. Considering she was actually in real peril at the moment, she could actually hear Stiles in her head saying in his snaky tone, "It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you." She barely stifled the laugh as Allison gave her what she was sure was supposed to be an intimidating stare.

Allison though had nothing on her Poppa. Peter Hale could do intimidating without really even trying. The man could charm and intimidate at the same time and that was a skill Lydia would love to learn from the older man. Lydia headed towards the older Whittemore's home office. The room was done in brown leather and hunter green.

Lydia began searching through the paperwork on the older mans desk. As though she really were looking for the information to track down the elder Whittemore's. She knew they never really left that sort of information behind when they left town. Her mother had always said that the Whittemore's were some of the worst parents she had ever met. They provided Jackson with everything he wanted and nothing he needed.

Allison was looking at a display of old weapons on the wall, when Lydia took her chance. Pushing the concealed button on the table lamp, she dived through the opening in the wall behind her. Once inside the panic room she slapped a button on the wall beside the doorway to seal the room. Then went to the phone and called Jordan, or Deputy Parrish.

Lydia had been listening to her own words as she watched Allison on the monitor pound on the door to the concealed room. She wondered if the Deputy might think she was off her rocker. When he took everything she said in stride she realized the Sheriff had probably told at least Parrish and probably all of his deputies about what was going on. Well maybe not the supernatural stuff but the Allison having gone nuts.

She watched as Allison looked around for the concealed camera that looked down on the entrance to the panic room. When she found the tiny camera she smiled at it and the expression was immensely disturbing. The normally sweet looking Allison was replaced by a wickedly smiling dead eyed creature.

Lydia realized that the supernatural and a suddenly insane and homicidal Allison were not necessarily mutually exclusive. She turned on the intercom that went through to the house and considered her next question carefully before asking in a casual tone, "So what's your name Hitchhiker?"

Allison's smile was even wider as she replied, "Oh Lydia, you always were the clever on. What makes you think this isn't me, though?" She said as she turned and leaned casually against the door of the secret room. Looking for all the world as if she were waiting for the other girl to get out of the bathroom or something so that they could go out for a night on the town.

She looked up at the camera again and said, "What makes you think that I haven't been trained for this since I was a little girl. You do remember that I'm a hunter, don't you Lyds?" The girl snorted delicately.

"I remember that you're a hunter Allison. I just don't remember hunters being merciless usually." the redhead responded through the intercom. Thinking if she kept the other girl talking Jordan would be able to take Allison into custody and resolve this with a quick little exorcism ritual of some kind.

"Clearly you don't remember the rest of the Argent family too well." Allison said with a smirk. The females are the planners and the men are the hunters. I'm the best of both."

"Not to toot your own horn, of course." Lydia said with her own smirk. "Except your not Allison, or at least not exclusively. So what should I call you?"

"Hmm," the thing smiled thoughtfully and said, "I'm so old even I don't remember it, but then its not my name your looking for, s it. It's my species. Perhaps you should ask my ex's new boo."

Then Allison's head snapped around as if she heard something that Lydia couldn't. She looked back up at the camera and said with that same deadly smile, "You invited someone else to play in our little game, how exciting. Catch you later Lydia."

The brunette was gone but Lydia didn't move until half an hour later when Jordan appeared in the office, gun drawn and calling worriedly for her. Lydia put the code into the panel by the door and came out of the Panic Room.

The deputy kept the gun in his hand and his head on the swivel, while drawing the strawberry blond in close to his side with his free hand. Lydia asked half tremulously, half jokingly, "What took you so long?"

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Chris checked the small lined box sitting next to him on the passengers seat. It was still secure in the seat but he was driving carefully along the somewhat potholed road. He and Allison had moved out of their old house after Victoria and Laura had gone to jail.

The place they had now was isolated, secure and peaceful, but not without its faults. It had kept them more isolated but also made it more challenging for Allison to socialize with her friends. Which in hindsight might not have been the best idea..

The friends…no the Pack needed each other. Chris realized that he needed to stop thinking like a hunter and start thinking like a member of the Pack. He was an official member of the Pack, even if it was only by his mate hood to Peter.

He broke out of his thoughts and slammed on the brakes as he realized that there was someone standing in the middle of the road. An attractive young back woman stood in the middle of the road with a long metal tube in her hands. He looked across to see that the antidote had slid to the floor of the SUV and that the box and hopefully canister were still intact.

He looked back up in time to see the rather small woman lift the rather large tube to her shoulder and he suddenly recognized it. Scooping the container off the floorboard he dove out of the drivers side as the woman fired the rocket launcher at the SUV.

Chris ended up in a sprawl because of his hasty exit from the vehicle and the added impetus of the explosion. His bell had been rung, and the disorientation and blurred vision indicated he probably had a concussion. He looked up at the woman as she stalked toward him. A 9 mm in her hands pointed at the hunters head.

Well if he was going to die today at least it wasn't going to be at the hands of his own child. While his ears were still ringing he was able to hear the young woman's husky voice, she said, "So we get to meet at long last. I have been hunting you long enough, Desert Wolf. You ruined my life!" As she spoke her voice raised till she was yelling near the end. "She sad pointing her weapon at the older man, her hands shook slightly as she continued to move closer to the prone silver haired hunter.

The hunter wasn't looking at the armed young woman though, he was looking into the darkness behind her as he said in a surprisingly calm and soothing voice. "No killing, remember protect those who can't protect themselves.

A deep voice from the shadows, "Just one problem she seems really capable of protecting herself." Growls echoed from the forest in agreement. The woman turned quickly at the sound of the voice and growling.

Chris's feet kicked out and took the woman out at the knees the 9 mm went off into the forest and suddenly they were surrounded by a trio of teenagers with glowing eyes. The woman pretended to be more wounded and afraid than she actually was, as the slender blond man and the voluptuous blond woman pulled her to her feet.

Even as a large black man helped the Desert Wolf to his feet. The woman kicked out and did her best to shove the kids off of her. The pair weren't trained but they were astonishingly strong. Instead of them going down they took her down and the Desert Wolf said, "We don't have time to deal with you, right now. Call the Sheriff's office and one of you are going to have to get this back to the hospital for Jackson."

The hunter watched as the younger male pulled a zip tie from one of the many pockets and applied them to the woman's wrists. While Chris pulled the box, from the inner pocket of his jacket and showed it to the trio. Issac took the box, as he looked into Argent's eyes and said, "I'm the fastest, I'll get it there." The curly haired wolf headed down the uneven road with surprising speed and agility, disappearing into the darkness.