Alpha Pact:

Bex and Stiles stood where Scott and Deucalion had just left. They were both in a type of daze at seeing their best friend go with the enemy. It was unreal. She couldn't believe that Scott was gone, that he had left with him. Stiles grabbed Bex's hand to shake her from her thoughts. "Hey, it's going to be okay, alright? We need to go. The police will be here soon and we can't have Derek sticking around." She nodded, still not fully there with him.

He pulled her with her downstairs. Leave it to Stiles to be the one to get a grip first while she was still trying to catch up. "Um, we need to um stay here. It'll be suspicious if someone isn't here, but Derek needs to leave soon. He needs to work on saving Cora," She said softly.

"I know. It's going to be okay." He said, though he didn't believe his own words. He pulled her down the hallways where Derek still lay in the elevator. They both bent down on either side of the alpha. "Derek! Derek! Wake up! Wake up, Derek!" Stiles punched him, shaking his hand but he didn't even move.

"Keep at it." Bex noddeed. If he was this out of it, it wouldn't just take one hit. Stiles continued to hit him, trying his best to wake him up. "Derek! Wake up!" She yelled at him just as Stiles clenched his hand to hit him once more, Derek's hand shot out to stop him from connecting his fist with his face, waking up.

He looked around. "Where is she?"

"Jennifer? She's gone with Scott's mom." Stiles told him quickly glancing at his best friend.

"She took her."

Stiles nodded, frantically. "Yeah and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion, okay? So we've got to get you out of here. The police are coming right now, so we've got to get you the hell out of here." They helped him sit up but he stopped halfway.

He thought of his sister, his sick sister who needed him right now. "What about Cora?"

Bex grabbed his other hand and hauled him to his feet with the help of Stiles. He leaned into her slightly before they helped him stand. "It's fine. Isaac and Peter got her out, just go now. Meet them, they're not that far from the hospital, but you just can't stay here." Bex told him as she pushed him out the elevator.

"Are you sure that you're both going to be okay?" He asked though he was looking more at Bex. Stiles didn't miss the look of concern that he gave her. She hesitated before nodding.

"Go!" She commanded him. At that moment, he took off at a run. It wasn't long after that, that they started to hear the sirens. "Here comes the cavalry." She muttered under her breath as she sank onto the floor of the elevator. "We might as well just say we got stuck in here, it'll make more sense.

Stiles nodded in agreement as he sat besides his friend. "After this, we'll talk to Mr. Argent. Maybe we can find a way to figure out where she's keeping Ms. McCall and...and m-my dad." He managed to get out. She grabbed his hand in hers, as he did only minute before. He gave her a weak smile, nodding as they waited for law enforcement.

It wasn't long until men and woman in suits and uniforms were swarming the hospital and the teenagers. Stiles and Bex sat side by side, as they were questioned a thousand and one times by different people as well as agents from the FBI. "You alright?" Stiles asked turning to her. Bex finally seemed to calm down a little about their friend's situation.

"Yeah, I'm fine, or I'll be fine. How about you?" She knew that all the police here was probably a huge reminder of who wasn't, his own father, the Sheriff.

He nodded. "Yeah, fine. I just want to get out here." He started bouncing his leg impatiently. Bex sighed. His ADHD was acting up again. She was surprised that he was able to keep it under control for this long. "Bex." She turned to the direction of his voice, he was staring at a man in a suit, an FBI agent. "Oh this is just perfect." He said sarcastically."

"You have got to be kidding." She groaned. This was the last thing that they needed, any of them needed, especially now.

He walked up in front of them, staring at them. "A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess, what a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm."

"Nope." Bex shook her head with a fake smile.

Stiles actually nodded, considering this. "If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid." Bex smiled looking down.

"Where's your dad and why has no one been able to contact him?"

He shook his head. "I don't know, I haven't seen him in hours." He technically wasn't lying. It had been hours since he'd seen his father and he had no idea where he was.

"Is he drinking again?" He questioned.

Stiles sighed frustrated at the accusation that his father had a problem. "What do you mean, again? He never had a problem." He told him firmly. He wouldn't let this guy defame his father, just for the sake of his career. His father didn't deserve that.

"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

Stiles shook his head, angrily. "Alright, how about this? Next time I see him I'll give him a field sobriety test. We'll do the alphabet, start with 'F' and end with 'U." He said bluntly.

Bex scoffed. He did not have the right to come and criticize the Sheriff, especially with his reputation. "No, he hasn't been drinking, but," He looked at her hoping that she would give him something to use. "The sheriff has done his job just as well as always. He never had a problem with drinking, everyone goes through grief. So instead of trying to find something interesting to put on your report why don't you go and find him instead. That is your job, isn't it?" Bex snapped at him.

He looked away before looking back at the teenagers. "How about you just tell me what happened here and you guys can leave?"

"Like we told the others, we were stuck in the elevators the whole time." Bex sighed rubbing her forehead, tiredly.

"You two aren't the ones who put the name on the doors, are you?" He asked them both, curiously. That perked their interested.

"What name?"

Someone came over and started talking to him, and he walked away carrying on the conversation. "Hey, what name?" Stiles called out for the agent. He stopped for a minute and looked back at them.

"It was spray painted on the door in big red letter. Argent."

xxxxx

"The word is guardian Allison, you of all people know that's a role I haven't exactly lived up to lately." Mr. Argent was telling his daughter. Bex and Stiles caught up to the hunter family and explained everything that they had learned from being questioned at the hospital. The younger teenagers followed the adult into the other room.

She shook her head. "But she took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. That's not a coincidence." She was upset that her father wasn't taking his safety serious. She didn't want to lose her only parent that she had left.

"The facts are, Mr. Argent, that you're next on her list. You're still a parent and that falls under the category of guardian. Someone put your name up in large red letters on the elevator doors for a reason. That's a warning that Jennifer is coming after you." Bex told him as she sat down in a chair. He sighed as he stood behind the desk. He agreed. It was strange that someone so young could have been involved with so much. He knew it wasn't fair to her, or any of them.

"I think it might be Morrell." Allison admitted to all of them. "I think she knows a lot more than she lets on and she might even be trying to help us.

"Well, she needs to get on that a lot faster, seeing as the lunar eclipse is less than two freaking night away." Stiles sat down in front of Bex. The despair and anguish that was in his voice, concerned Bex. Stiles always was the one rooting for them to win, knowing there would be another way, but now...he had no real hope.

Chris could sense that as well. "Stiles, don't give up hope."

"They could already be dead."

He shook his head. "I don't think so. There's something about Jennifer's tactics. It's like she's still positioning, still moving pieces into place."

Allison looked up at her father. "And you're one of them."

"Then let's not wait around to see the next move." He smiled as he grabbed the map which he had traced where the currents were. "Everything's she's done has been on a telluric current, so Melissa and the sheriff have to be one of those currents, right?" Stiles looked down. He didn't want to get his hopes up again. "Stiles, if we're going to find them, we need your help."

He had his hands held together. 'You seriously want to go after her? I mean, what if she just takes you like the others, huh?" He questioned the seasoned hunter. "No offense, but what's the difference between you and them?"

"Um, Stiles, he's like a badass hunter, remember? He does this stuff for a living. He's the male Buffy." Bex couldn't help but admire his skills and that made Stiles smile at her, as well as Chris did.

Chris reached over to grab a gun. "Not to mention, I'm carrying a .45. Maybe she can heal from a shot to the leg and a few slashes to the face, but personally, I'd like to see how she holds up with half her skull blown off." He put the weapon down. "We've got one priority right now, and that is to find Melissa and your dad. We've got a map and every clue we need to figure this out. The only thing we don't have is time, which is why I need all of you."

Bex looked over at Stiles. She smiled at him. He wasn't alone, he had to know that. She would never let him go through this alone. He sighed. "Where do we start?"

xxxxx

Bex knew that if she wasn't in her room by the time that Danny got up, he would send a swat team after her. She had text him the night before that she went to sleep early and wouldn't be up when he got home. The last sacrificed had put him on the edge, especially concerning her. She snuck back in just as the alarm to go to school went off. She spoke quickly before running off to school. She nearly ran into Stiles on her way in. "Sorry! I'm sorry, Stiles." She apologized.

She had fallen to the floor and dropped her bag. Lydia grabbed them for her. "It's fine." He assured her as he helped her stand up. Lydia looked at them. "I picked Lydia up. We're thinking that Jennifer wasn't going to kill her because she said she was a banshee, it had to be something else."

"Do we know what else yet?"

Stiles ran a hand through his hair, stressed. "Um, we don't know." He sighed.

"Aiden isn't texting me back." Lydia explained to her friend. If he was an alpha, he may know a lot more about Jennifer than either of them would. Stiles sighed looking down. "Okay, maybe we could go over there and-" Stiles phone started ringing and he started to search his pockets for it. "What?" She asked him worried.

Bex saw the panic in Stiles' eyes and took a step towards him. "Stiles, talk to me. What is it?"

"It's from Isaac." He said softly. "Jennifer she t-...she has Allison's father. She took him. She's got all three now." His hand shook, violently as he put his phone back into his pocket. He looked around starting to breath a little harder now.

"There's still time." Bex reminded him, trying to get him to calm down. She could hear his heart starting to pound hard against his rib cage. "Stiles, are you okay?"

"Stiles, what's wrong?" Lydia asked as both girls showed a concerned look for their friend. He looked around, breathing harder than before. He couldn't stop his heart from speeding up. The fact that she had everything to perform the sacrifice, to kill his father, sent him into panic of the worst kind.

"I think I'm having a panic attack." He said as he started to gasp for air. Bex looked worried and started to pull him away from the crowds, that wouldn't help him. Bex hurried to help Stiles into the locker room, pulling his backpack off as she did it. Lydia followed closely behind. "Do not let anyone in." She told her as they hurried in. Lydia stayed at the door as Bex stayed with Stiles. She knew about how bad Stiles' panic attacks could be. "Come on."

He leaned against the side of the changing station and slid down to the floor and she bent down with him as he struggled to catch his breath. "Y-you're going to be fine, Stiles. Everything will be fine. Focus on something else."

He was breathing hard as though he couldn't catch his breath. "Like what?"

"Anything. Good things, positive things, Stiles. Rainbows, puppies, ice cream, friends, family," He shot her a look and she bit her lip. "Not that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just don't think at all clear your head."

"B-Bex, I can't." He looked down at his shaking hands, his voice broke. He hated these. He got these a lot when his mom died and she always used to help him calm down, even with as young as they both were.

She grabbed his hands in hers. "No. No, Shh. You're going to be okay. Shh, look at me. Stiles look at me." She cupped his face trying to get him to calm down. He stopped hyperventilating but was still shaking. She glanced down before pressing her lips to his quickly, not thinking much as she moved. He froze surprised before relaxing into the kiss letting his lips move against hers until she pulled away, too quickly for his opinion. It was like they were alone but Lydia was staring at them, wide eyed and shocked.

She forgot that as far as she knew that he still had a crush on Lydia. That was probably the last thing he would want her to do in front of their friend. "I'-I'm sorry. I just needed...I-I didn't know what else..." But he didn't care, he didn't mind.

He looked at her stunned, though he was no longer panicking. He stared at her in awe. "H-how...how'd you do that?" He asked her, almost afraid to say anything to break the silence.

"I-I thought...read that um h-holding your breath could stop a panic attack and when we...I kissed you, you...you held your breath." She looked down. For the first time in a while, she felt awkward with Stiles.

He looked vulnerable though and still upset. "I-I did?" He almost whispered his question.

She gave him a weak smile and nodded, confirming it. "T-thanks. It was...y-you're really smart." She laughed weakly. They both sat down the air finally clearing of the awkwardness as they both tried to relax. She knew that after these happened the last thing he wanted was to talk about.

"Yeah, I'm not really. But if you want my opinion, I think we both need to have a session with the guidance counselor." He laughed before realizing something.

"Morrell. Guys, Morrell." He grabbed her hand pulling her up. He ran towards the door, being the first one out as the girls were right behind him.

"What the hell was that?' Lydia asked her friend shocked. Frankly, she didn't know herself. She didn't know how to explain what just happened between her and her best friend, but what she did know was that they didn't have time to divulge into girl talk, at least not now.

"I have no idea."