Season 3, Episode 2: Chaos Rising Part 1


I was still majorly pissed because of the number Derek pulled on me, but abiding by Stiles' wish, I knew I had to forget about the anger the Alpha made me feel. Tonight was Heather's birthday. Stiles and I have known the blonde since we were three and although a little too perky for my tastes, she was alright.

Derek had been calling me for a while but I choose to ignore it as I walked in front of Stiles and Scott who began speaking.

"What?" Stiles asks suddenly. I perked up but kept quiet, knowing I would probably get irritated with them if we were to have a conversation.

"What do you mean 'what'?" Scott asked, confused. His voice was dazed.

"I mean what, and you know what."

Here we go.

"What, what?"

I was about to groan. Seriously.

"The look you were giving." Stiles said, submitting his annoyance.

Realization passed over Scott's face. "I didn't give a look…"

"That was a distinct look, Scott."

"What look?"

"The look that says the last thing you were just doing right now was falling apart."

Scott shrugged as I faced them. "It's not that, it just feel weird going to a high school party."

At that, I tuned them out as I knew Stiles was starting to get frustrated with our best friend. I heard Stiles giving him a pep talk about 'moving on' before they clapped their hands like idiots and we walked in. Just before, Stiles shook his finger at me.

"That goes for you too, Alex. No more of that twin dude, okay?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, not knowing what to say before I scowled. "Fuck you, Stiles."

Scott pointed a finger at me, grinning. "There's the bitch. I was wondering when she was going to return."

I punched Scott in the arm, hearing him groan. "Next time, I'll castrate you."

The two rolled their eyes at me as we entered the house already filled with people. We spotted Heather with her friend near the door. To say I was surprised when Heather threw herself at Stiles and began to demonstrate the art of sucking one's face off would be a lie. The bitch always had a thing for my bro.

I watched as Scott got rejected by Heather's friend and laughed heartily. He faced me, pouting as I only continued to laugh. "That was golden." I stated, clutching my sides.

"Keep laughing and I'll tell Stiles you took your knickers off."

I stopped, brows furrowed and annoyed as I placed my hands on my waist. "But I didn't."

He smirked then, so unlike Scott. "Yeah, but who do you think he'll believe?" Cunning bastard asked.

Dude's got a point.

"You're such a bitch. No wonder Derek didn't tell you about the alpha pack." He looked hurt so I poked him, showing him I was only playing. He smiled, not knowing I didn't know about the alpha pack either.

We parted ways after that. Scott went to look for someone he knew and I went to look for something to drink. Once I found a nice bottle of whiskey, I went to the dance floor and began grinding with a girl I knew from school. I know, I sounded like a slut. But no, really, I knew this girl as I was friends with her before I met Lydia. I forgot her name right now, but either way. She was nice and fun and kind of like Lydia pre-Kanima boyfriend and hunter-best friend.

I could tell there was something wrong as Scott disappeared somewhere outside but I ignored it. I was in a dire need of some free time as I danced with a few of my classmates, sporting the half-full bottle of whiskey still. People had offered me other drinks but I was smarter than that. My Dad was the fucking Sheriff. I got this talk when I was five.

I was pulled out of my trance (quiet literally dammit) when I was shoved closer to the closest wall. I looked ahead of me, seeing a familiar face. Now I knew something was up as I met Aiden's calm but worried look. The only reason I knew this was Aiden was because his twin was standing behind him, sparing me looks now and then, his features much softer than the harsh ones of Aiden.

"W-what the hell?" I said, dazed. I was trying to focus but I obviously had a bit much to drink. I was no lightweight but I had drank too much in the short amount of time. "What are you two doing here? I don't think Heather knows you…"

"Who's Heather?" Asked Ethan, confused.

I pointed a finger at him, my eyebrows raising before I faced Aiden who looked impatient at my behaviour. "See? You don't know her. Leave."

Well, I actually didn't want them to leave. They were yummy. And I was Alex with a bottle of whiskey.

"No, listen to me," Aiden said, his voice soft as he whispered in my ear. The husky undertone sent chills right to my stomach. Holy fuck. I couldn't help but think about how Derek's voice sent me into a literal mess. Aiden had nothing on him. "You need to leave, okay? Something bad might happen soon and you need to be gone. It-"

Suddenly, the twins perked up.

"What's wrong?"

Stiles came running at me, confused at seeing the twins so close to me but he knew I could protect myself. Still, he stood next to me, showing them he would protect me if needed be. Now that would be fun (Sometimes I was convinced Stiles was gay and let's face it, Ethan was totally swinging the other way so that would be hilarious. I mean, straight vs. straight and gay vs. gay? Yeah, anyway.) seeing as we were two sets of twins.

"Oh please, Stiles. You know I could kick their asses." I said, rubbing my face and pushing Stiles away harshly. He stumbled back, pouting.

Aiden and Ethan shared a look before they laughed.

"You? You kick my ass?" Aiden said, smirking. That little shit. "Babe, please."

I threw the bottle of whiskey at Stiles, seeing him catch it with his good reflexes. He leaned against the wall casually as I grabbed Aiden by his arm and pressed my free arm from one end of his collarbone, to the other. Actually, he looked particularly yummy due to the white v-neck he was wearing, but alas.

He looked surprised as I held my own against him. The bitch was expecting me to be a weak little girl. "Don't call me babe."

Ethan was standing next to him, a small smile quirking at the edges of his lips as Aiden relaxed against me. One of his hands reached out and he let it linger on my cheek before he brushed some hair behind my ear. He leaned in closer, as if challenging me. "That's cute, babe, but it's time for you to leave."

The amount of booze I consumed was influencing some rather embarrassing flashbacks of a certain Alpha I knew but as quickly as they appeared, I chased them away with a pitchfork.

Stiles who had kept quiet, stepped up. "Yeah, Alex, I think it is. Something happened."

I groaned, letting Aiden go even though I knew he wasn't using his full strength to push me away.

"See you at school, Alex." Ethan said instead as I watched Aiden disappear outside.

I smiled at him, seeing as Ethan was the nice one and I wanted to kick Aiden into oblivion, no matter how attractive he was.


I slid open the massive door, jogging right in and jumping onto Derek's back. He was ready for me, as he always was. Isaac didn't pay us much attention, used to us sparring all summer. After a while of taking my frustrations out on Derek's large form, he threw me to the ground and crossed his arms.

"Still angry with me?" He questioned me.

I didn't answer, which actually kind of gave him an answer as I looked at Isaac, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're an asshole. I hate you too."

Isaac stopped his movements to watch us before he looked away with an amused smirk when he noticed the blush on my cheeks. Now that I was sober and terribly hungover, the feel of Derek's hard muscle against my pale flesh made me shiver and not exactly in an appropriate way. A twitch of his brow alarmed me of his awareness of our situation and he quickly extracted himself out of my space as if I burned him.

Ouch.

After a few minutes of silence, Isaac began to walk alongside the large window. "You know, I'm starting to not like this idea. It sounds kinda dangerous."

I snorted. Well, obviously, Isaac. Old Hale was going to dig his fucking claws into your neck. Seriously, Isaac. I was attempting to remain calm and ignore just how much Derek's proximity but distance was affecting me.

It made my heart twist in many, many painful ways and I could tell Isaac was aware of it.

It made me wonder what exactly Derek told him.

"You know what? I definitely don't like this idea and I definitely don't like him." I was about to high-five him before I realized that I was still pissed off with him.

"You'll be fine." Derek said, cutting off whatever I was going to say. He sent me a look which I ignored with a middle finger.

Isaac was stressing out now. "Does it have to be him?"

"He knows how to do it. I don't. It would be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? And personally, I trust Scott."

Me too, puppy dog, me too.

"Do you trust me?"

Although a little reluctantly, Isaac answered. "Yeah?" He said. It sounded more like a question. Derek pretended not to notice, I could see but that didn't stop him from sighing. "I just still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him." Derek and I spoke at the same time and we both scowled at each other. I was still ignoring the heavy thud of my heartbeat and just how familiar his hands had felt on my chest just moments before.

The door slid open as Peter walked in. I wasn't surprised he was standing behind the door this entire time. Like I said, he was a creeper.

"Boys-" He said before he faced me. "-and… thing."

I rolled my eyes. "Creeper."

He ignored me as he continued to speak. "FYI, coming back from the dead left me somewhat impaired, but, the hearing still works, so, I hope you're comfortable saying what it is that you're feeling, straight to my face."

I went to sit on the table beside Derek, as if shielding Isaac.

"We don't like you." Derek and I said at the same time again as he slammed his book shut. I was trying to keep my laughter in as Isaac chuckled in the background.

"Now shut up and help us." Derek said standing up. Peter's eyebrows rose, but he didn't look surprised.

"Fair enough," He shrugged, extracting his claws dramatically. Drama queen.

Isaac jumped behind me before Derek mentioned him over to the chair as Peter began to explain what he was going to do. Derek was anxiously watching the two as I stood next to Isaac, my arms crossed. Derek taught me to hold my held high, even in the toughest of situations. It pained me to allow Isaac to go through pain but I knew I had to stand by if we were ever to save Erica and Boyd.

Suddenly, after Peter finished his leery speech, he dug his claws into Isaac's neck. I jumped along with the puppy dog and clenched my jaw as I watched Peter perform the task. The spot on the couch next to Derek looked inviting as he stared me down but I ignored it. I could see the glint of pride in his eyes as he looked over my rigid form.

I scowled at him instead while Peter said that he saw what they were searching for and began to have some weird, creepy seizure. My eyes widened as Isaacs eyes blankly stared around the loft, his own body contracting with pain.

Peter seemed to have enough as he retracted him paws and threw himself away from Isaac.

Isaac went still instantly as he stared down, dishevelled. I walked forward and laid a hand on his shoulder, angered when he jumped at my touch.

After speaking to Derek, Peter came to a conclusion. "Isaac found them."

I looked up, sharing a look with Derek before I spoke. "Erica and Boyd?"

"I – I barely saw them."

"But you did see them." Derek said, raising his voice.

"Yeah, but I-"

Derek came to a realization. "Deucalion."

When Derek and Peter talked about the leader of the alpha pack, I knelt next to Isaac, trying to reassure him with my presence but he was still shaken up. I noticed his tremors reducing considerably when I squeezed his shoulder tighter.

"The next full moon?" Derek asked, sitting down. I looked up and met his worried gaze. He was nervous too.

"Tomorrow night." Peter stated.


"I don't see anything."

Don't even ask me how we got inside this early in the morning. We've been here for like two hours now, because we had to wait for Lydia to send off her boy toy off in the morning without her parents noticing. My head was still aching from drinking all that whiskey last night and the way Derek slammed me against the floor today didn't help either.

It also didn't help that the southern regions of my body still remembered the feel of his much larger body against my own.

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"

I could see Allison and Derek having a staring match and I went to stand between them, nervously watching the two as Scott spoke. "It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same."

"It's nothing." Derek said, putting emphasis on the words as he glared at Allison.

Allison looked amused but angry as Lydia spoke. "Pareidolia," She stated as everyone looked at her. Here we go with her kinky, crazy sense of geniousness. "Seeing patterns that aren't there," Derek looked annoyed then but Lydia kept going. "It's a subset of Apephimia."

"They're trying to help." I pleaded, speaking to Derek for the first time in days. His eyes flicked over to me painfully slowly and when they did, he only rested them on me for a split second. However, his demeanour changed. He no longer looked rigid and angry. Instead, he looked more relaxed.

"These two?" He asked, facing me before pointing at Lydia. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle – thank you," He said, scowling before he faced Allison. "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."

Okay, oh God, this was turning into a disaster.

As Scott tried to ease the tension between Lydia, Derek and Allison, the latter finally spoke up.

"My mother died." She said softly, her eyes narrowing.

"Your code killed you mother. Not me."

"That girl was her looking for Scott. I'm here to help him. Not you."

"Wanna help?" He said, leaning forward. "Find something real."

"Give her a chance," Scott whispered. I followed him to Derek and crossed my arms, fixing my ever-present frown onto my face. "They're on our side now."

"Well then maybe you should tell her what he mother was actually trying to do that night." Derek whispered harshly, leaving just as the bell went.


"The stock market is based on two principles." Coach spoke, effectively waking everyone up. I shared a bored look with Stiles as he went on. "What are they?"

Scott's hand rose as Finstock rolled his eyes.

"Yes McCall, you can go to the bathroom."

Scott dropped his hand but still spoke. "No, coach, I know the answer."

Finstock started laughing instantly and a few people at the front laughed at his ridiculous chortle. Danny sent me an amused look as Scott looked on, confused.

FInstock stopped. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yeah – Yes. Risk and reward."

"Wow, who are you!? And what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better."

I rolled my eyes. He was such a dipshit.

He spoke to the class this time, edging away from Scott. "Does anyone have a quarter?"

Stiles, from beside me, reached into his pocket, ready to pull one out. Something square and shiny fell out of his pocket and I gasped along with some other people in the class as the condom packet then laid on the floor. Pun intended.

I giggled, but felt bad for my brother as Finstock held it up and spoke. "Stilinski, I think you.. dropped this," He said, speaking quieter again. "And congratulations."

I lost it at that and Stiles sent me an annoyed look. I went to pat him on the shoulder but he slapped my hand away as Finstock went on with the lesson, teaching us about 'risk and reward'. Scott actually looked proud of himself and I gave him a thumbs up.

As Stiles, the idiot, went to throw the coin in the cup, a knock sounded through the room. Everyone perked up as they obviously found it more interesting that watching Stiles jut his ass out into the air as he gambled his business-free afternoon away.

"Stiles, Alex." Dad spoke. Oh shit. Not this again.

"Yeah, Coach, I got this."

"Stiles." Dad stated again and I got up, already walking outside as Stiles followed.

Dad asked him about the party and Heather and Stiles was confused but worried. "I couldn't find her. I just figured she hooked up with her other friends. Has no one really seen her since last night?"

"No," Dad murmured and I looked down, feeling the sadness overcome my mind. Bodies, around Beacon Hills, had the tendency to appear either torn apart or with a missing pulse. "We put out an MPR but uh.. her friends say you're the last person that saw her."

"Me?" He asked. Well obviously, fucker. You were ready to drop your pants for the girl last night.

"You know, this might be a series of events based on having too much to drink," Dad said. "But if you remember anything else, you call me, alright?"

As Dad walked off, Stiles and I stood in the hallway a while longer. He was huffing softly, broken.

"Stiles, she's going to be okay." I promised him, grabbing his hand. He smiled at me and it seemed convincing but I saw right through it. Twin thing.

He nodded. "By the way… Scott thinks there's something going on with the twins."

I bit my lip, my thoughts confirmed. "I know."


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