Jane Doe - Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf (but if I did ALLISON WOULD STILL BE ALIVE *cries in corner*) This chapter is a little longer, but on with the chapter!


Sooner than later he would have to tell Allison the truth otherwise a lot of people will end up being hurt.

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The doors opened and a wave of air brushed past the girls as they entered the busy hospital. Doctors were frantically running around trying to make sure every patient was taken care of. The loud sirens entered their ears as the doors shot open revealing a deformed body on a stretcher.

Malia was going crazy, "Exactly why am I here?" The sight of crying families and bloody victims were making her sick, but Lydia on the other hand was unfazed.

"You're here because I need someone to distract Ms. McCall while I sneak down to the morgue."

A puzzled look fell across Malia's face, "Why do I have to distract her; you're the one who's know her longer."

"And you're the one dating her son's best friends. Now go be a distraction." Yes, Lydia may have known Ms. McCall almost all of her life, but she wasn't in the mood to answer any questions about her return to Beacon Hills.

Malia apprehensively approached the plump redheaded woman sitting behind the front desk, "Um excuse me I was wondering if Mellissa McCall is at work today."

There was a short pause, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you just missed her; is there anything else I can do for you?"

Malia sighed in defeat, "No that would be all, thank you so much."

"No problem at all." The lady smiled at Malia and went back to her daily work. Malia was beyond annoyed at the fact that Lydia was throwing her out into the woods, "Well there goes the plan. She isn't even here."

Lydia paused contemplating her next move. She scanned her surroundings realizing that everyone in the hospital was distracted by bleeding patients, "That's perfect," a devious smile formed on her face, "Follow me."

Lydia grabbed Malia's wrist and pulled her into an oddly moist room, "Lydia, why are we in a bathroom?"

"Be quiet," Lydia peaked through the slit in the door to make sure no one saw them, "The coast is clear now come on."

Lydia ran to the elevator with Malia trailing behind her. She hurriedly pushed the button and watched as the steel doors fell shut. Lydia's body ached for adventure and the thrill of possibly being caught coursed through her veins. This had to have been the most fun she had in such a long time.

But it was all short lived when the elevator opened to reveal a long dark hallway. The crisp air wrapped around the girls as they stepped out into the poorly lit hallway. Malia scowled, "This is the last time I'm going anywhere with you."

"Yeah well thanks to me well be able to find out what happened to Erica."

Lydia was on the move, opening door after door not one bit afraid of being caught. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something lying in the corner. She caressed the white fabric in-between her fingers before handing the dress to Malia, "Put this on."

"What?! Hell no I am not putting on a nurse's outfit."

Lydia threw the outfit causing it to his Malia in the face, "Stop being such a baby and put it on."

Malia knew she had no choice, plus she was already so deep into the situation. She sighed and started removing her clothes, "You're literally insane."

Lydia cracked a devious grin, "So I've been told."

Both girls exited the room and continued their way down the remainder of menacing hallway. When they finally made it to the end there was one door left; plastered in big white letters on door was the word they had been looking for.

Without any caution, Lydia swung opened the door to reveal a small room with four steel tables covered in white sheets. She stepped through the threshold taking in all of her surroundings.

After what felt like an hour Malia followed suite and entered the morgue. The frigid air wrapped around her body as moved further along, "Oh my god it's freezing in here."

"You're wearing a dress in a place full of dead people, what do you expect." Lydia was focused on digging through file cabinets trying to find useful information.

"Well first off I didn't expect to be in a place full of dead people," Malia exclaimed as she continued to look around. Her eyes suddenly fell upon one of the tables, "Oh my god."

Lydia whipped her head in Malia's direction causing her strawberry blonde curls to fall to one side of her face, "Will you just be quiet and start looking we don't have all day."

A loud scream erupted from Malia's throat as she realized what was under the sheet.

"What?!" Lydia cried.

"There's a body under there," Malia whispered frantically.

Lydia sighed in anger, "We're in a morgue! Now will you quite playing with the undead and continue looking."

Malia rolled her eyes as Lydia kept looking through the file cabinets. This day had been so draining and the tension between Lydia and Malia was at an all-time high. There was still an elephant in the room and it was driving Malia insane.

"Lydia?" Malia paused waiting for a response but it never came, "I'm sorry for everything; I know the way you found out about me and Stiles wasn't right and I should have talked to you like a true best friend."

Lydia refrained from looking at Malia. Lydia wouldn't admit it but Stiles was a sensitive topic for her, "If I dwelled on every little thing my life would be a complete mess. Malia I was gone for a year; I left all of you, so there is no possible way for me to be mad at you. Plus we can't help who we fall in love with."

"So you're not mad?"

"Of course not, you're my best friend and he's my friend too. I'm just happy that you two are happy."

"Love you Lyds."

"I love you too, now let's keep looking before one of the bodies come back to life."

It was nice to finally get that out of the way. She had finally talked it out with Malia and Lydia knew that sooner or later Stiles would come knocking at her door wanting answers.

Lydia shook those thoughts out of her head and continued searching for Erica's file. After what felt like an hour of searching Lydia finally had a break through, "Hey Malia I think I found something."

Malia walked over her and they began reading the file that lay in Lydia's hands. As they read further and further into the file they come across a piece of information that could change everything.

"Oh my god," the girls gasped in disbelief.

Lydia and Malia exited Beacon Hills Hospital with some gruesome information in their possession. Yes it may be a federal offence for stealing confidential reports, but there was no way in hell Lydia was leaving without that file. They had almost made it out of the hospital without any hitches until a husky voice caressed their ears.

"Lydia Martin, fancy meeting you here."

Both girls turned around only for a face they hadn't seen in years to come into view. Lydia was in shock, she couldn't believe he was back and why now.

"Lyds I'll be in the car." Malia hated being in uncomfortable situations so she walked back to Lydia's car.

Lydia stood there oblivious to anything else. She thought she would never see his face again. A surge of anger ran through her veins as memories from the past clouded her vision. "I guess I can't say the same for you; when did you get back?"

"Last night."

"So you were there?"

It felt like a game of twenty one questions, but the only problem was that Lydia wasn't getting any answers.

Lydia could see his jaw lock as his mood changed. A sinister laugh fell from his lips, "It's funny how a death could bring everyone back together."

"Yeah, real funny." Lydia wasn't in the mood for laughing and it read all over her face. How could someone so much older than her still think that everything is a game?

"I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you."

"I guess so, goodnight Derek," Lydia turned around not even waiting for a response. She couldn't be in his presence any longer, but she knew it was her job to figure out why he was back.

"You too, Lydia…"

She could sense the underlying message and it sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't the end and she would be seeing him again real soon.


"Girls are so complicated," Scott complained into the phone receiver.

He was walking toward the lacrosse field on his way to meet up with Kira. Scott's earlier conversation with Allison was still dangling over his head.

"Tell me about it," Stiles groaned as he rolled onto his back, "Not only do I have to deal with a preoccupied Malia, but now Lydia just decides to come back." He was at home lying on his bed failing at an attempt to study.

"What does Lydia coming back have to do with anything?"

No one had ever asked him this question, and Stiles hadn't realized how uncomfortable it was for him to talk about his feelings, "Well Scott she left and never said goodbye; I don't know if it was something I did or if she didn't want to hurt me."

"So what are you saying Stiles, do you still have feelings for Lydia?" Scott was a little confused but he knew his best friend and there was no way in hell that Stiles was over Lydia.

"Well Scott, all I can say is love like that doesn't die after a year."

Stiles finally was trying to be honest with himself, but he knew he wasn't the only one with relationship problems, "What about you and Allison, have you talked to her yet?"

"No, it's hard because I don't want to hurt her."

Stiles was the only one who knew about Scott and Kira's secret and it pained him to see the inner turmoil his best friend was enduring, "Dude leading her on isn't going to help; you have to tell her before she finds out from someone else."

A sigh escaped Scott's mouth, "I know; I just love her so much."

"Well Scott you may love her, but you're not in love with her," Stiles jumped up from his bed and made his way to the bathroom across the room, "Kira on the other hand-"

"Shut up!" Scott exclaimed.

Stiles erupted into laughter from his friends embarrassment, "Who else knows besides me?"

"No one and it better stay that way," Scott knew Stiles wouldn't tell anyone else, but he felt the need to warn him anyway.

Another laugh escaped Stiles' lips at the attempted threat, "Okay sour wolf just remember the deeper the whole, the harder it is to climb out."

"How about you worry about your relationships and I'll worry about mine, bye Stiles." Scott pulled the phone away from his ear as he finally reached his destination.

"You're just mad because my relationship is great," Stiles yelled through his end of the phone, "I even have a date planned tonight."

Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm hanging up now."

"You're just jeal-," the line went dead before Stiles could finish; "He did not just hang up on me."

"I see you finally decided to try out for the team."

A small smile caressed Scott's face as the raven haired beauty walked across the field. She was clad in her tight black shorts that caused his heart to race. Scott was mesmerized by how beautiful she was and all he wanted to do was tell her that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kira grinned as the crooked chin boy came into view. One thing Kira did was wear her emotions on her sleeve so she hoped Scott couldn't tell how nervous she was.

"Kira I've known you wanted to try out since freshman year."

Kira playfully pushed Scott's shoulder, "Well aren't you quite thee observer," there was a short pause before Kira decided to change the subject, "So this is your territory, captain of the lacrosse team."

"Not yet, all positions are open." Scott began unloading his equipment. Kira stared as Scott's muscles contracted when he grabbed ahold of his lacrosse stick.

"Oh come on, your Scott McCall, coach would be stupid not to make you captain," she bit her lip to stop herself from getting overly excited. Scott had a way of making Kira feel these emotions she couldn't describe.

Being oblivious to his surroundings Scott continued as if nothing was going on, "He always says someone better can come along."

"Really Scott, you're perfect." Kira regretted it as soon as the words fell from her lips, but she couldn't stop herself from getting lost in his big brown eyes.

"No one's perfect." Scott looked away as he felt Kira getting uncomfortable, "Um we should probably get started; first we can work on shooting."

"I don't have a lacrosse stick…"

"Here you can have mine," Scott's extended his hand offering one of his lacrosse sticks.

"No Scott you-"

"Please take it," he smiled his perfect smile that Kira couldn't resist.

"Fine," Kira reached for the stick causing their hands to brush against each other. A surge of energy coursed through her veins as the warmth of his skin fell upon hers. There was no denying that Kira felt something for Scott, but Allison was her best friend and she couldn't hurt her again.

Scott was the first to move his hand breaking the connection, "So are you just gonna stand there and look cute, or are we gonna get down to business?"

A small sigh escaped Kira's lips; Scott McCall would definitely be the death of her.


To say Allison was tired would be an understatement; not only was she physically drained but mentally she had nothing left inside of her. She could tell that Scott could sense her distance, but ever since the scene in her kitchen yesterday her emotion's had been on edge.

Allison could hear the heavy footsteps approaching her door before the door swung open to reveal her father dressed in a fancy suite, "Sweetheart I'm getting ready to leave; I'll be home late so don't wait up for me."

The scent of his after-shave hit Allison like a brick wall. The only time her father dressed up was for work and a date and she was pretty sure he wasn't going to work on a Tuesday night.

"There is dinner in the fridge in case you get hungry."

Allison didn't respond; she was still holding on to what happened yesterday. She felt betrayed by her father; how could she trust someone that would allow the people that hurt her, come into her home.

"Allison how many times do I have to say sorry?" Silence was the only response. "Allison Elizabeth Argent you answer me right now!"

"How could you?" It came out as more of a whisper. Allison's emotions had finally gotten the best of her as tears spilled over her eyes.

"How could you let them in this house after everything they've done to us; all of the lies and secrets, you let them come back in right when I was finally gettting over them."

"Allison…" Chris couldn't believe his eyes; his daughter was so distraught, so broken.

Allison wanted him to hurt just as bad as she was hurting, "Hell the woman left you for another man and you still let her walk in here like she owns the place."

"That woman is your mother! No matter what she has put me through she is still your mother and you will respect her."

Tears where close to spilling from his eyes, "There are lots of things you don't know Allison, so before you go judging your mother for the mistakes she's made realize that I've also made mistakes."

"Dad I'm sorr-"

"I'll be home late so make sure you're in bed at a decent time." There was nothing else said. Allison was left staring at white door in place of where her father once stood.

Guilt was rising as she realized her father wasn't as okay with the situation as she thought. Allison had made a big mistake trying to make him feel bad and in terms it only made her feel worse.

"Dad wait-" Allison jumped off her bed and in a flash she was running down the stairs in search of the only man that has ever truly cared about her. As her foot landed on the cold floor her eyes inched toward the front door.

She couldn't believe what lay in front of her. There he was again, the blue eyed heart breaker standing right on her doorstep.

"Allison…"


It was just her, Scott and the lacrosse sticks; everything else in this moment had no meaning. This was the most fun Kira had experienced in such a long time and she was beginning to doubt that she could keep her feelings to herself.

"Okay are you ready."

"Not really," Kira was dressed head to toe in full lacrosse gear. She hadn't realized how heavy if was until she was finally wearing it.

Scott smiled, "Just try and take the ball from me."

Kira was standing near the goal waiting for the decently large boy to charge at her, "I'm slightly terrified."

"Don't worry I promise I won't hurt you." Scott lifted the ball into the air preparing to run. He could sense the nerves all over Kira and he hated that she was afraid of him even if it was a harmless game of lacrosse, "Okay 1…2…3."

And then he took off; the wind blowing through his hair as charged toward a cowering Kira. She didn't know what to do and was running out of time, so without any thought her feet started moving.

The closer the got the harder their hearts started pounding and that's when everything became a blur, "AHH!" Their bodies collided knocking each other to the ground. Scott landed flat on his back and Kira safely on top of him.

"Maybe lacrosse isn't my sport, and sorry I'm a klutz," Kira's face beamed red.

"Don't apologize," Scott couldn't take his eyes off of her. The way the sunlight had shown brightly through her chocolate orbs mesmerized him. In that moment with Kira lying on top of him, Scott realized that he was falling for her and falling hard.

He slowly lifted his hand to caress her face. Delicately he placed a piece of hair behind her ear, "You're so beautiful."

This was the guy Kira wanted. She wanted someone to call her beautiful; someone to stare at her with so much love in his eyes. She wanted Scott, but she couldn't have him, "Scott stop; I can't do this."

Kira stood up with Scott following her lead. He was confused, "Why not Kira, why don't you want to be with me?"

"Because you're in a relationship with my best friend; I can't hurt Allison not again." Kira was nearly in tears; she hated how her heart was being tugged in multiple directions. She needed to go… Kira just needed to be as far away from Scott as possible.

"Kira I don't want her, I want you."

"Does she know that?" a tear rolled down Kira's face, "We're not good for each other; everything we touch bursts into flames."

Scott sighed, "This is about that night isn't it?"

"No, it's about everything that has happened since that night."

Yes, that night Kira and Scott spent together had something to do with her resentment, but it was really everything that had happened after the night that made Kira rethink her relationship with Scott.

"But Kira I-"

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Kira ran, she ran and didn't look back… Only when she reached her car did she finally release the breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. Kira wanted to be with Scott, but she also loved her best friend and she would always choose Allison over Scott.

That's when Kira's heart skipped a beat, her phone vibrating softly in the palm of her hand. The only people that would text are the girls or E...

If you leave, I press send – E

Their displayed on Kira's phone screen was a picture of her and Scott lying on top of each other on the lacrosse field. How could her life get any worse than this?


Malia could sense the tension between Lydia and the brooding older guy -who looked very familiar- so she decided to go and sit in the car. Malia was exhausted from running around with Lydia all day, so the only thing on her mind was going home and falling asleep.

Slowly her eyelids felt heavy as sleep started to take over, but it was all short lived when her phone sounded through her head. Malia picked up her phone reading the caller ID, "Stiles?"

"Hey babe what are you doing?"

Malia could sense the bite underneath all of Stiles' words, "Not much just catching up with Lydia, how about you?"

"Oh you know I've just sitting outside my girlfriend's house for the last thirty minutes waiting to take her out; Nothing too serious."

That's when Malia remembered their conversation from the previous day, "Oh my god Stiles I'm so sor-"

"How could you forget something this important?" The hurt was present in Stiles voice. How could someone he loves forget something that was so special.

"Stiles please, I promise I'll make it up to you, I've just been a little preoccupied," Malia cried.

A sigh fell from Stiles' lips, "What a perfect way to start off this relationship, right?"

"Stiles…"

"Call me when you actually have time to be with me."

The line went dead; Stiles didn't even give Malia a chance to explain herself. In reality she wasn't able to tell him the truth so it was best she didn't tell him at all. Everything always fell back to Erica she was still controlling even them from the grave.

The car door flew open as a certain strawberry blonde occupied the driver seat. "Okay that is the last time you leave me with that walking time bomb," Lydia paused as she glanced to her right, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure; I think Stiles just broke up with me."

"Wait what? Why?" Lydia was beyond confused. Just an hour ago they were talking about how much Stiles was in love with Malia.

Malia covered her face in embarrassment, "I forgot our first date. God I'm so stupid."

Lydia grabbed Malia's hands in her own, "Malia it's not your fault, a lot has happened in the past two days and I'm pretty sure that if I didn't ask you to come on this wild goose chase with me you would have remembered the date."

"Lydia don't blame yourself. I just have to start putting my relationship first."

"Don't worry, Stiles will forgive you, just give it some time," a comforting smile fell across Lydia's face.

"Thanks." Malia was so lucky to have such an amazing group of friends that would always be there for her. She pulled Lydia into the tightest hug possible and after a while she finally pulled away, "Anyway what happened between you and-"

"Derek, well let's just say he'll be in Beacon Hills for a while."

The mention of his name caused multiple memories to flood back into Malia's mind; she remembered how Derek used to always hang around them and Erica, "Do the girls know he's back?"

"I don't know, but you need to call them and tell them to come to my house." Lydia fired up the engine and pulled out of the Beacon Hills Hospital parking lot, "We have a lot to talk about."


"Sir please just let me talk to her."

It had started raining while Chris Argent was standing at his front door trying to get the crystal eyed boy away from his house before Allison noticed, "Isaac, I think it's time for you to go."

Isaac frantically shook his head in disagreement, "I can't do that. Not until I explain myself."

"It would be best if you leave my house and never come back," Chris fumed with anger not at Isaac, but at himself because he let this boy break his daughter to pieces.

"I love her!" Isaac screamed.

Neither of the men noticed the wide eyed girl standing at the bottom of the stair case until the sounds of soft cries filled the air. Isaac was very familiar with that sound and it hurt him every time he heard it, "Allison…"

Isaac started moving toward the crying girl, but was stopped in his tracks, "Isaac, leave."

"Just lets me talk to her!"

"If you don't leave this instance I will call the police." Chris was serious; one thing he knew was that his daughter wouldn't be hurt by this low life ever again.

"Dad wait…" Allison finally spoke, "I want to hear what he has to say."

Chris sighed in anger, "Are you sure about this?" Allison nodded in response prompting her father to let the sulking and surprisingly wet boy inside of the house.

Isaac rushed toward Allison, all he wanted to do was wrap his harms around her and tell her how much he loved her. The only problem was that yes Allison was hurting, but she mainly was livid.

"Why did you leave," Allison question after father finally left them alone. Isaac hesitated, "I had to leave Allison, I was hurting you."

"Then why did you come back," Allison yelled. Truth is Isaac didn't know the real reason he came back to her, "I don't know Allison, but I need you in my life."

She inched closer to him with tears in her eyes, "Well until you tell me the truth I want you to leave and never come back."

Isaac couldn't blame Allison he had put her though the worst and even when she still wanted to be with him he just left. He hated that she was acting this way, but he couldn't tell her everything not yet…

All of the girls stood in the living room of the Martin household. Emotions were running wild because each liar had something to deal with, but as always Erica's was taking over everything.

"Derek's back," Lydia blurted out. A confused look formed on Kira's face, "Who's Derek?"

"Derek Hale. The guy that Erica was supposedly sleeping with," Malia stated bluntly with the roll of her eyes.

Allison remembered the previous night seeing a familiar face in the crowd, "I already knew; I saw him the night they found the body, but why is he back. Also what's so great about Beacon Hills?"

That same question was running through Lydia's mind, "I have no idea, but I intend to find out." There had to be a reason Derek came back, but the only thing Lydia could think was he had something to do with Erica's murder.

"So what did you guys find from your trip to the morgue?" Kira changed the subject like always.

Lydia retches into her bag pulling out a white envelope that had Erica Reyes written on the front, "Well we read in Erica's file tha-."

"You stole it?!" Malia threw her hands in the air, "Oh were definitely going to jail." She walked into the kitchen to grab a water out of the fridge.

"Yes I stole it!" Lydia placed the file on the table to show Kira and Allison the evidence, "Now anyway it says in the file that blunt force trauma caused her skull to fracture."

"So someone hit her in the head," Kira practically screamed.

There was a long pause everyone taking in the information they have received. Allison got up and made her way to the window realizing what this meant, "It killed her…"

Malia made her way back into the living just in time for Lydia to finish explaining the rest of the file, "See Erica didn't die from the trauma to her skull; she died from asphyxiation."

"What does that mean?" Kira asked causing Lydia to roll her eyes, "It means Erica was buried alive…"

Kira's eyes widened in astonishment, "Okay now I'm a little scared."

A loud knock sounded on the front door causing the girls hearts to race. They stood there not moving just silently pushing the other person the go and open the door. Malia was tired of playing this game, "Aren't you gonna get that?"

Another knock sounded on the door causing them to jump, "No!" Lydia yelled.

"What do you mean no, it's your house!" Kira frantically looked in Lydia's direction. All of the girls where now staring at her waiting for her to move. Finally Lydia gave in when Malia began pushing her toward the door.

"I'm going; I'm going."

Lydia inched closer to the door only looking back once more for reassurance. When the girls told her to go she took a deep breath and made her way to the front door. Her heart was racing, the only thing running Lydia's mind was that somehow the person sending those text message was standing on the other side of the door.

Only when she opened the door and came face to face with the glorious night sky did Lydia let out the breath she had been holding. No one was there they were safe…

Lydia was about to close the door until a yellow package came into view. She picked the package up while studying the information on the front; she closed the door behind herself as she made her way back to the girls.

"There was no one there, only this package lying on the ground."

"Open it," Kira pestered.

Lydia pushed the package toward Kira, "No you open it!"

"I'll open it," Malia grabbed the yellow enveloped out of Lydia's hands she wanted to know what was inside and quite frankly wasn't afraid to find out, "You guys ready? 1…2…3…"

And with the rip of the seal four envelopes with each of their names on them fell onto the kitchen counter. Each liar retches for the one with their name on it opening it to find the contents on the inside. Malia was the first to speak, "It's an invitation."

"To Erica's funeral…"

Lydia looked up to see the absent look plastered across her best friends face. She hated seeing Allison like this and she could tell that there was more going on with Allison than just dealing with Erica's death.

Kira gasped as she read the back of the invitation, "Guys look at the back."

Their eyes widened at the horror of what lay in front of them.

"It's a closed casket."

"And one of you bitches is going down with her."

"Kisses, E…"

Next Chapter: The girls say goodbye to their dearly departed friend; suspicion sends Allison on a wild goose chase and the arrival of a familiar face sends the girls off the rails.


Hope you guys liked the second half to chapter 2. Let's just say in the next chapter things get a little twisted as more characters are introduced.

What do you think happened between Scott and Kira? What is Isaac hiding? Will Stiles forgive Malia? What is Derek hiding? I guess you'll just have to wait and see...

Responding to reviews:

Marrishlover- Thx! I'm so happy you're enjoying it :)

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Renesmee's Theory- yay! I'm so glad you like the story, I really wanted to use these girls and make them best friends because there is always so much hate surrounding them and I hope you enjoy how the relationships play out :)

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Until next time lovelies - PassionWithinMe