Even Playing Field - Part 1

Preview: The return of two people close to Erica has the girls on edge; a lead on Erica's murder lands Allison back at the station and an accident lands one of the Liars in the hospital.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the teen wolf characters only my OC's and i'll take credit for this story. ENJOY :)


Rays from the sun caressed her face as the strong scent of chlorine filled her lungs. Her golden locks glistened in the light as she walked through the double doors leading to the backyard. There was nothing better than spending a day soaking in the sun with her best friends.

Erica slid into a chair and began applying lotion to her already sun kissed skin, "Alright losers, you won't believe who I just got off the phone with."

There was a slight pause, "So are you gonna tell us or what?" Malia questioned.

"Fine impatient much," Erica rolled her eyes, "You guys remember the hottie, with abs of steel, who's on the lacrosse team."

Lydia pulled her sunglasses down, so they lay resting on the bridge of the nose, "If your talking about a certain someone by the name Jackson Whittemore I need details asap."

A devilish grin rose upon Erica's lips, "Well you can thank me later, but this Friday we're going to our first high school party."

They erupt in fits of giggles and happiness.

"Our first high school party, this is amazing," Kira said as she descended into the pool.

"Yes ladies, and because this our first party; Allison lose the sweater vest you look like a librarian and not the sexy kind. Lydia get rid of those stupid pink clip ins that is so last year. Kira lose the glasses you look like five year old."

"Um, but they're prescription."

Erica shoots up in her seat sending daggers at Kira, "I don't care, get contacts. And you Malia, can you at least try to act like a decent human being."

"Sorry," Malia mumbled with a mouth full of chips and dip.

A loud sigh fell from Erica's lips as she melted back into the lounge chair, "Sorry if I sound a little harsh, but I'm just trying to look out for you guys, that's what friends are for."

"It's okay E, we understand," Allison smiles.

Lydia adds, "Yeah we know you're just trying to help."

"Good," Erica slides her shades down on her face, "Because this party will define our social status for the rest of our entire high school lives…"

...

After making it out of the woods unscathed the liars head back to Lydia's house to try and make sense of everything that is happening.

Lydia plopped down on her bed confused about the whole situation. Stiles had been lying to her this whole time. She had no idea that he even knew who Erica was back then.

Kira closed the door tightly behind her, "What are we gonna do? If the police get a hold of that video, Stiles can go to jail."

"The real question is why was Stiles with Erica that night and why didn't he tell any of us?" Malia questioned.

Allison could sense something was wrong by the absent look in Lydia's eyes, "Hey Lyds are you okay?"

Lydia glances up at her friends with tear filled eyes, "No… I'm definitely not okay."

Allison pulls Lydia into a tight embrace. Lydia sobs into Allison's shoulder as Malia rubs circles on her back.

"Hey it's gonna be alright," Malia whispers in a comforting tone.

Lydia slightly pulls away from Allison, "Two years… I gave him two years of my love and throughout that whole time he was hooking up with one of my best friends."

"Hey you can't put all of the blame on him, Erica had a part in it also," this was the first time Allison found herself not defending Erica's actions.

"Yeah, and we know for a fact Stiles loved you," Kira says. "And he still loves you," Malia added.

Lydia climbs off of her bed and moves over to her vanity, "Well I'll never be able to look at him the same," she applies makeup to cover her tear stained cheeks.

Malia wanted to get Lydia's mind off of the Stiles situation. She hated seeing her friend in so much pain and yes she may be in a complicated relationship Stiles, but it doesn't compare to what Lydia and Stiles had.

Quickly Erica's passport came to mind, "Hey Lydia I know just what will take you mind off of all of this drama."

"What?"

"Well when I was searching through Allison's things with Theo we found something."

Allison moved to the edge of the bed, "Dammit Malia, why are you just telling us this."

"Because Allison with all of the police involved and being questioned at the station I didn't think it was the right time," Malia rolled her eyes.

"Anyway the weekend Erica went missing she was planning to flee to Mexico and Theo and I found a passport under the name Dhalia Rodriguez with Erica's picture."

"Wait, Lydia didn't you say that Derek was the last one to see Erica that weekend?" Kira questioned.

Lydia nodded in response.

"Also doesn't Derek have a loft in downtown Beacon Hills, maybe we could find some answers there," Allison proposed.

Malia's eyes lit up as an idea flashed into her head, "How about Lydia and I take a trip downtown to see if we can find any clues to the reason Erica would flee from Beacon Hills."

"I don't know about that-"

"Lydia Martin if I recall just a week ago you were convincing me to steal files from a hospital," Malia reminded her.

Lydia weighed her options. Part of her wanted to crawl into bed and cry her eyes out but on the other hand she wanted to go just to get her mind off of Stiles.

Malia walks over to the vanity and looks at Lydia through the mirror, "Come on, we're team Malydia."

A small smile forms on Lydia's face, "Fine we'll go tomorrow."

"Now that's the spirit!"

Kira gathers her belongings, "Okay Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, while you guys are out solving a mystery I'll be preparing for the first lacrosse game of the season."

The liars smile at Kira, "And I expect for all of you to be there."

"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Allison pulls Kira into a tight embrace.

"I'm Sherlock right?"

Lydia, Allison and Kira send confused looks at Malia, "What are you talking about?"

"Well you called Lydia and I Sherlock and Watson, so I'm Sherlock right?"

Lydia erupts into a fit of giggles, "Sure Malia, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Malia folds her arms across her chest in annoyance. After a few seconds of silence the girls look at the time and realize they should probably head home.

"Well I should probably head home considering I have to wake up early tomorrow to do some damage control. See you guys tomorrow at the game." Before anyone can respond Allison waves goodbye and leaves the room.

"I better see you guys at the game tomorrow," Kira waves good bye and follows Allison out the door.

Malia places a hand on Lydia's shoulder, "I know it hurts, but don't let this define who you are." Malia gently squeezes Lydia's shoulder and sends her a reassuring smile before she exits leaving Lydia all alone.

She turns and glances in the mirror at the dark circles forming under her eyes. She slowly opens the top drawer of her vanity pulling out a soft baby blue blanket. Slowly Lydia inches the blanket toward her nose and inhales deeply while replaying the past two years in her mind.

"Maybe it was all for the best…"


A loud gasp escaped Lydia's lips as she jolted awake in a panic. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as the events of the previous night loomed heavily over her head.

Her body collided with the plush mattress once again as she stared at the ceiling dreading the day that was ahead of her.

"If only it was a dream…"

In that moment all Lydia wished for was to disappear into thin air, but it wasn't over yet.

E was still out there plotting the next attack and they needed to be ready.

Inhaling deeply, Lydia collected her thoughts before gently pulling her covers back and climbing out of bed. She quickly showered, blow dried her hair and put it up into a messy bun.

After finally settling on some black leggings and a floral top she quickly slid on her boots before heading downstairs for breakfast.

The sweet smell of maple bacon engulfed her senses as she descended the staircase leading to the kitchen.

"Mom is that-" Lydia's body halted in complete astonishment at what lay in front of her, "What the hell is he doing here?"

"Excuse me young lady, I am your father and you will not talk to me in that tone. Now sit down and lets enjoy breakfast as a family."

Lydia scoffed at her father's mention of being a family because they were far from that. She slowly slid into the seat next to her mother and began picking at her eggs.

"So," Mr. Martin attempted to break the silence, "How is school going? Are you still communicating with your old friends?"

Lydia rolled her eyes at her father's failed attempt at small talk, "School is fine… But I guess you wouldn't know that considering you're never here."

The loud clank of the fork colliding with the plate rang in her ears. "That is enough young lady."

Lydia stared at her mother waiting for her to come to her defense, but it never happened. "You've got to be kidding me. How is it okay for you to leave for long period's of time and then come back and act like everything's okay."

"Lydia Camille-Grace Martin you will not disrespect me in my own home."

Lydia was fuming, as he mother just continued to eat breakfast like nothing was wrong with this scenario. "You mean the home that you barely spend any time at because you're always at work screwing your receptionist!"

Lydia's hand quickly fell over her mouth as she realized what she had just said. Without another word she gather her belongings and headed for the door not once looking back.

Lydia inhaled deeply as she reached into her purse pulling out her phone. She dialed Malia's number while getting into her car, "Malia, why don't we skip the whole school thing and head downtown to catch a killer."

"This is the last time we go on a scavenger hunt together." Malia and Lydia step off the train into the rush of downtown Beacon Hills.

"If I recall you're the one that suggested this," Lydia moved down the street with Malia trailing slightly behind her, "Remember we're team Malydia."

Malia scoffed, "Don't mock me."

They walked in silence for about another block before Malia finally broke the silence, "Seriously Lydia, what's going on? You've been mute since you picked me up this morning."

"Nothing ok-"

"You will not brush me off, now speak."

"Fine…" Lydia turns to Malia with tears at the brim of her eyes, "My dad is home and my mom is acting as if nothing happened even though he cheated on her with his assistant."

Malia was awestruck. She thought she was the only one having family problems, but it turns out her and Lydia had a lot more in common.

Malia pulls her into a tight embrace, "Hey it's gonna be okay, and trust me I know how you feel when it comes to family drama. My dad hasn't been the same since my mom's death and I've had to deal with the consequences."

They pull slightly away from each other, "Tonight you're staying at my house and we'll do all that girly shit to make you feel better okay?"

A laugh falls from Lydia's lips as she pictures Malia in a face mask, "I have to say your kind of amazing."

"I know, now let's go catch a killer."

Malia links arms with Lydia and they continue walking down the city streets to Derek's loft.


Allison sat on the edge of a wicker park bench in the middle of town. She knew that Isaac wouldn't tell her anything, so it was best to just go the the source.

She had been sitting in that same place for about thirty minutes trying to mentally prepare herself for what would happen next.

Allison glanced at the time on her phone and noticed multiple messages from her mom and dad, but those could wait. She quickly turned off her phone and placed it back into her bag.

"Allison Argent… to what do I owe the pleasure?"

She takes the place next to Allison on the bench. Even in desperate times the sight of Cora Hale irked Allison to the core.

She rolled her eyes in frustration, "Cut the crap Cora, I want answers as to why you came back to Beacon Hills and why are you dragging Isaac into this mess?"

"Shouldn't you be the one asking yourself that… It seems to me that everytime you come around Isaac's life turns to shit."

There was a slight pause. Allison is taken aback by the sudden burst of anger, "What are you talking about?"

A sadistic smile falls on Cora's lips, "Oh Isaac didn't tell you… the drugs were only half the reason he was shipped off to rehab."

"You're lying." A tears rolls down Allison's cheek, but she quickly wipes it away.

"Now why would lie to you," Cora whips out her walking stick and stands up from the bench.

Allison wanted so bad to believe that Cora was just trying to get under her skin, but deep down inside a part of her knew she was telling the truth.

"I know what Erica did to me and I know that you girls helped her."

Cora turned to face Allison who was still sitting on the park bench, "I bet Isaac would love to know what you all did to his step sister."

"I swear to god if you tell Isaac anything-"

A laugh fell from Cora's lips, "You think I'm afraid of you Allison, I have so much dirt on you girls I will destroy each and everyone of you."

Cora moves closer to Allison only inches away from her face, "Beacon Hills is my home and I intend to stay here for however long I desire."

She begins to back away slowly, "Oh and by the way Allison… tell Lydia to stay away from my brother."

Cora walked away leaving Allison in disbelief. Cora Hale was dangerous and sooner or later their past would catch up with them. Allison quickly fished her phone out of her bag and proceeded to turn it back on.

Her eyes widened in fear as she noticed she had twenty five missed calls from her mom and dad. She took off running not once looking back.

As Allison inched closer to her house bright flashing red and blue lights came into view. Her heart began to race as she pulled into the driveway.

So many questions were running through Allison's mind; Why would the police be at her house? Are her mom and dad okay?

She swiftly exited her car and began running to her front door.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled her keys from her bag. There was so much going on around her and she couldn't focus on unlocking the door.

Before she could turn the knob the door abruptly swung open revealing and angry Chris Argent. "Your mother and I have been calling and texting you all morning, where have you been?"

Allison's breath caught in her throat. She was barely able to form a clear sentence.

Argent sighed in frustration, "You know what it doesn't even matter, just head into the kitchen young lady."

Allison slowly tossed her bag on the the floor by her stairs before moving toward the kitchen. As she rounded the corner an equally angry Victoria Argent came into view.

Standing next to her was a man who Allison has grown to know pretty well. "Mom, dad… what is Mr. Stilinski doing here?"

"Well actually," Noah began to speak moving toward Allison, "Ms. Argent, we seem to have found some new evidence in your friend Erica Reyes' case and I was wondering if you would be willing to come down to the precinct for further questioning?"

Allison looked to her mother for an answer, but in return received a cold stare. She swallowed hard, "Um.. well are you going to talk to the other girls also?"

"I'm sorry Allison, but this matter only involves you."

A questioning look rose on her father's face, "What do you mean this only involves my daughter? What did you find?"

"My apologies Chris," Noah turned in his direction, "But that is confidential and by law I am not allowed to release any information regarding our findings in this case."

"Well my daughter will not be questioned any further without our lawyer being present," Chris was now seething with anger.

Tensions were at an all time high and no one was going to back down.

In the back of Allison's mind something was telling her that if she doesn't go down to the station bad things will happen.

"Fine," Allison blurted out receiving a disapproving look from her parents, "I'll go to the station with you."

Detective Stilinski nodded in agreement before leading Allison to the front door. She grabbed her bag before walking through the threshold of her front door.

The moment she stepped outside judgemental eyes scanned her every movement.

The neighbors had notice the flashing lights and came outside to discover the daughter of Victoria and Chris Argent being placed in the back of a police car. Allison could already hear the whispered rumors beginning to form.

From this day forward her life will never be the same…


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