Season 3, Episode 2: Chaos Rising Part 2


I was absolutely, 117% sure that I had some genetically transmitted deficiency disorder which prompted me to be very slightly attracted to dangerous, snarky and washboard abs guys who had an average of 99.9% chance of wanting to kill my friends (and that includes Derek Hale who although always treated me with respect and honour always had it out for pretty much every single person in my life). But mostly just my twin Stiles and Scott McIdiot.

But since old habits die hard. I'm, y'know, Alex Grace Stilinksi Badass Extraordinaire who once got caught smoking tea and who, a few days ago, was pondering on whether I should trick Scott and the tattooist guy into thinking Stiles actually wanted a set of lips inked on his ass cheek whilst he was passed out on the floor. Or in other words, I believed rules were only made to be broken, and so I ignored twin's protests and did what I did best; fucked up the situation beyond recognition.

And my aim? Aiden fucking Whatever-His-Last-Name-Is.


The twins walked into the library as Allison drank her white-girl coffee and I was searching for symbols and logos on the internet, Allison aiding me. Their bruises looked freakishly mirrored, but for us, freak was the old black.

"I want one." Lydia spoke suddenly, watching as the two swaggered in like they owned the place. Fuck me sideways, Aiden looked delicious but definitely not as delicious now that I was sober and fully aware of Derek's wonderful physique. He could sense me staring at him as he spared me a glance and smirked.

Damn, he had nothing on Derek.

Allison looked excited as she eyed Lydia. "Which one?"

Lydia spoke, her tone confused as if she was stating the most obvious thing in the world. "The straight one obviously."

We all turned around to see Danny make an idiot out of himself in front of Ethan. While Lydia and Allison turned back to the laptop, I was already walking towards Aiden, knowing that if I lost this bet to Lydia, she would make me remember it 'till my last dying breath (although I was slowly growing resentful as Aiden was obviously not that charming due to his annoying personality and also the tendency to wanting to hurt my fucking friends but alas).

I almost felt bad for doing this to the poor guy but it was easy to tell that he was a complete player and it wasn't like either of us were getting emotionally invested into this because, well, a tiny part of my heart ached to see Derek's smile instead of Aiden's.

"Hey, babe," He said softly. Although he looked rather calm, I could see the amusement and danger clipped to his persona. Wow, that sounded retarded. "No hangover, I see."

I shrugged, looking back to see Allison sending me an amused smile. "I'm a master at the whole undercover-bad girl slash daughter of the Sheriff thing so…"

His eyebrows rose. "So far, I've seen you tame. I wonder what it would take to make you release that inner badass."

I scoffed. "Am I not badass enough already?"

He shrugged, crossing his arms. He was seeing right through me. "Or perhaps this is you at your best. Perhaps you're just a little, scared girl on the inside."

That hit a nerve.

"You have no idea what you're talking about." I stated frostily.

Come on, Alex, keep your emotions in check. You barely know this guy, don't get your knickers in a twist.

"Daddy issues?" He prompted, narrowing his eyes as he looked me over. "Or maybe it's Mommy issues?"

Breath, Alex.

Something in his demeanour changed. He was no longer joking. He didn't look amused. Instead, he looked calculating, as if he was testing my thorned walls of defence.

"That's none of your fucking business, Aiden."

With that, I brushed past him, wondering why I ever agreed to this bet at all.


By the time I had found the dick again, it was already second lunch. I knew for a fact that he had a spare period when I did because I managed to knick his schedule from the principal's computer while Allison charmed him with her awesome, charming charm skills while she babbled on and on about the gay-ass sword he found in his office.

Allison being my partner-in-crime again was something I should be telling Derek-dear about, but since he was still being an a-hole, he could go eff himself for all I cared.

Oh, what a lovely visual.

Moving on.

Aiden (and I was dearly hoping it was Aiden and not Ethan) was going through shit in his locker so I walked up to him and leaned against it. Since I was drunk last night and then proceeded to manhandle him in a lady-like manner (which I though made him look like a complete pussy, tbh), I guessed an apology was in order (never mind the fact that he was completely out of line a few hours ago). I mean, I already fucked it up by showing my defence skills so I suppose dancing around the pit wouldn't really work anymore.

"So uh," I began, waiting for him to turn to me. He didn't… the bitch only smirked. I bet he could smell me walking towards him anyway. Considering. "Sorry about manhandling you." Do you by any chance go wolfy too?

"You didn't hurt me, if that's what you're wondering."

My eyes narrowed. "Well, I suppose even if I did hurt you, it wouldn't do much damage anyway, would it?" My anger was getting the best of me.

Squish. Unsquish.

Red alert.

Abort mission.

"Are you on your period or did you take two doses of 'bitch' this morning?" He said finally, giving me a blank stare though his dark eyes danced with mirth. He found this situation amusing as my jaw dropped.

I was trying to apologize.

I took a deep breath, repeating a positive phrase in my head. Play nice, Alex. "Anyway, I was wondering if I could buy you lunch, since I nearly threw mine up on you last night."

His face scrunched up, probably at the visual he received. "Uh… okay?"

Well this was going absolutely nowhere. I bit my lip, moving a little closer to him as I dropped my voice. "So how did you know something bad was going to happen?" My throat was starting to clench up. I had yet to cry about Heather.

"How did you?"

I shook my head. "I was the one drinking booze and grinding on a girl I barely spoke to. You were the one tracking me down like a dog and yes, that had a double meaning to it."

Oh yeah, I just went there.

"Well, how did your brother know?"

"Stiles knew because when he went to go back to see her, she was gone, okay?"

He nodded and then continued to maintain eye contact with me. He looked sideways a little before he leaned in, closer to my face. "Look, we don't know what's going on either, alright?"

I could see twin out of the corner of my eye and Scott was trying his hardest to eavesdrop as he looked at us sideways, trying to appear casual. Seeing as I was still majorly pissed at the two banning me from their plans tonight, I knew I had to tread carefully.

"That'd be great," I said, perking up. Aiden seemed to understand as he gave me an angelic smile which distinctly reminded me of a very different Alpha. Go away, butterflies. I touched his arm affectionately, not even sparing twin and asshole a glance. "So you'll text me later tonight?"

He took his phone out and I typed in my number, before turning to walk off. He grabbed my arm and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he dropped his voice so low I could barely hear him myself. "Be careful tonight, Alex."

I understood what he meant. One wink later and he was already down the hall, walking past twin and asshole, sending them a mocking smile.


After my ignoring Stiles' and Scott's please of wanting to know what I was talking to Aiden about, they tried bribing me with being there for Isaac when they searched through his memories. Seeing as Allison and I already knew what to do tomorrow, it wasn't an advantage to me so I ignored them for the rest of the day and pretended that I was still upset about the whole 'Let's ban Alex from our plans tonight although she saved our asses more time that we can count' thing.

I was going to surpass them tomorrow night, and then they'll come crawling back to me like the little bitches they are.

I wasn't even pissed anymore, just disappointed.

Disappointed they actually chose Derek over me just because we weren't on the best terms right now.

While Scott and Stiles got yelled at by Dad, I walked into the room and kissed him on the cheek before sparing a glance at all the shite on the floor and sending Stiles a cunning look. He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously.

"Boys!" They stood up, now rather alert. "I've gotta get to work. You two get to school."

With that, he patted me on the head as he passed me. I crossed my arms, examining my nails. I made sure to wear something slutty to annoy Stiles.

"Dad!" Stiles yelled out. Just as I thought he was going to dob me in again, he spoke again. "Heather?"

There goes bitch mode. My heart clenched.

Dad took a second to respond. "No, not yet."

As Dad left, Stiles and Scott conversed. Twin looked annoyed, ignoring my presence. "Ten hours and nothing."

"We're gonna find something." Scott said reassuringly. I was trying not to snort.

Allison and I finished what they were trying to finish all night in about 20 minutes. Girl power. Rawr.

"Finding something won't make Erica any less dead. Or Boyd being any less about to be dead."

My eyes narrowed as my bottom lip trembled. I knew talking to them this morning would probably knock down my walls. Heather being gone was one thing, but Erica? She was only fifteen.

"We still have time."

"Is this whole… remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster thing a part of the 'Be a better Scott McCall' program?"

Ignoring the insult, Scott smiled sheepishly. "Um, not if it doesn't work."

As I was walking out, deciding to gloat on my own while riding my board to school, I heard Stiles mutter: "Nah, it works."


There was just something exciting about breaking into a bank during a full moon. Aiden was yet to text me. Allison felt guilty for lying to Lydia. I felt ecstatic at the thought of breaking the law. Again.

"Team Badass returns!" I whispered yelled as Allison cut through the chains. She giggled.

Our fear was masked by the excitement as I kept looking around us to see if we disturbed anyone walking past the bank at this hour.

We walked in through the door and closed the door after us. My instincts were telling me to assess every single entrance and exit in case of an emergency (and this was something I mentally thanked Derek for) as we scanned the abandoned building. They should have active camera surveillance in here, actually. Idiots.

We knew we were losing precious time as we searched for a way inside the vault. Stiles let it slip that Boyd was in there with an 'unknown' girl, considering Isaac said that Erica was dead.

My senses were tingling. It was probably the full moon, but even Allison was eerily quiet as she assessed each corner we passed. There was a high chance we were being followed and if the turned over desks and ruined documents laying everywhere weren't a clue as to why the we shouldn't be here right now wasn't a reason to leave, then the clenching feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of endangering my loved ones definitely was.

Something was terribly wrong, and the deeper we entered the maze hallway that was the bank, the more excruciating the pain in my stomach became. I could handle it physically, but emotionally, I was starting to doubt our plan.

There was something terribly wrong, did I mention that?

Fuck, I knew we should have brought puppy-dog Isaac, but since Allison and him had a nasty history, I knew he wouldn't have agreed. But whatever, cause Isaac always preferred me over Derek anyway and even though he was completely out-of-commission right now, I knew he was on my side.

Out of nowhere, a figure came at us and attacked.

We were fighting her off and – woah, what the fuckery, ?

"Keep your mouths shut and stay in the closet. You have no idea what you've just stepped into." She said as she had us pressed into the wall near a door. My eyes widened, bewildered at her appearance. "Right now I'm giving you twenty second to get your assses -."

"What are you doing?" I managed to whisper.

"- in that storage closet. Lock the door. When you hear the fighting start, that's when you come out."

"What fighting?" Allison said, struggling.

"You'll hear it," She said viciously. "Now go."

With that, she was gone as Allison and I shared a bewildered look. We both ran into the storage closet and locked the door. When Allison tried the light and it didn't work, we knew we were fucked. The pain in my stomach stopped as I looked around, trying to search the darkness for the source. However, my search abruptly stopped as we heard a tapping against the linoleum floor outside.

We shared a look, both holding out breaths.

Footsteps stopped close to out hiding spot and thinking quickly, I spilled some cleaning supplies. We breathed out a sigh of relief as Allison took off her jacket and covered the gap between the door and the floor.

She let the light from her phone wander over the dark room and we both gasped as we saw the most excruciating sight we were hoping to avoid.

Erica.


My mind was going on an overdrive. There was also the possibility that I could be channelling Stiles right now (hey, anything is possible, alright) as I had many times before, but this was different. Other than the dead Erica laying in the corner of the closet, there was something else that was making my senses go off the rails.

Why would they keep Boyd and Erica here of all places?

I was just about to text Stiles after being in the closet for an hour when we heard a distant smash. The force sent vibration through the building and I looked at the teary-eyed Allison. We had no idea what to do, and why the hell should we be trusting anyway? For all we knew, she could be using us as bait for the wolves.

Wait a minute…

What if they were planning to unleash the wolves tonight?

"Allison," I whispered. "The full moon… something else is going on."

She nodded, agreeing with me. She couldn't even speak. I had no idea how I could with a dead Erica in the room. I had no idea how we were gonna break this information to Derek. One of his own… dead. I just wanted a cuddle from Isaac right now.

The growling sounded through the hallways. We must be close to the source.

I was no longer relying on the plan, just my luck. And let me tell you, I had possibly the worst luck in the world.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was running out of the closet, Allison hot on my heals. The tears gathered in my eyes as Scott yelled. I could feel the tremble of anguish in his yells. Something bad was about to happen.

The growls got louder as we reached the vault, the door now open as disappeared around the corner with a man I didn't know.

My mouth was forming words without thought as I watched the fight. Neither I nor Allison knew what to do as I watched my best friend and my mentor fight off the two powerful betas. I didn't even bother keeping the tears in anymore as I watched Derek get hurt. I just wanted my twin right now… Stiles would understand the helplessness I felt when I watched someone I loved get hurt in a situation like this. In a situation where I couldn't help them get better, a situation when I could do nothing.

Allison and I searched for anything that could help us. As Scott's mouth flooded with blood, Boyd's claws digging deep into his abdomen, Allison and I spotted the herbal barrier littered around the entire vault.

Not wasting any time, she kneeled, ready to break it.

Derek spared me a glance, his glare full of hatred as he then yelled at Allison. "No, don't break the seal!"

She looked at Scott, yelling out Boyd's name as she broke it with her hands.

The fighting stopped as the two crazy beta's looked at the chance of escape, running out immediately. I was tempted to tackle the female, but Scott and Derek were at our sides immediately, Derek manhandling Allison as if she was a rag doll.

"Don't touch her!" Scott yelled.

"What were you thinking!?" Derek yelled, grabbing her arms forcefully.

Scott tried to reason with him as Allison did, but I have had enough as Derek and Allison continued to throw jabs at each other. It was time I faced the anger I still held for Derek. It was time I let him know I wasn't a breakable little girl that he took under his wing as a project.

"No that's just the rest of your family!"

"I've made mistakes, but Gerard isn't my fault."

"Then what about your mother?"

With the hatred gathering deep inside my mind like a source of light, my fist connected with his cheek.

Everyone went silent as the sharp pain filled my hand, the bitter tears disappearing from my vision. I wasn't just angry anymore, I was livid. How fucking dare he.

"Trying to protect me? I understand that. But thinking I can't protect myself? Out of all the things you ever said to me, out of all the insults you threw at me when you were angry, Derek, this one hurt the most. How could you exclude me like this? How could you just throw me aside as if I meant nothing? I'm your pack, goddamit! You disregarded me as if I was nothing!"

Scott was avoiding eye contact and Allison was channelling my bitchy attitude as Derek slowly straightened out.

He stared at me for a couple of seconds. "I was trying to protect you, you know that."

I shook my head, my hand swiping against my face. "No, no…" I said. I swallowed the gulp. "You made me feel helpless. Tell me, is this another one of your stupid lessons? Because I'm over it. I'm over your bullshit. You're supposed to teach me how to protect the people I love, not how to keep experiencing heartbreak as everyone I love dies around me. This is over, Derek. For good."

He looked as helpless as I felt right now. But I wouldn't quiver. I wouldn't yield.

"I don't ever want you to speak to me again, Derek. We've had our fair share of fights and we've fixed our problems, but I can't take it anymore. I don't want you to be my mentor. I don't want you to teach me anymore. I don't want to be in your pack. I'm sick of being the fucking doormat. We are through."

He went to reach out for me but I stepped back. He felt like shit and I could feel that too. I always felt his pain. Always. I felt his pain because he was my leader and I was his warrior and he fucked me over harder than anyone ever did.

"Alex, please."

I shook my head. "Have fun fucking up your life. I was trying to help you fix it, but I can't have you taking me for granted anymore." I spat.

With that, he walked past me, trying to hide his sadness with the angry mask that appeared on his face. His arm brushed mine and I felt the voidness of our bond. It was barely there, barely hanging on by a single thread. I felt disoriented. I felt lost without a single direction to turn to.

I spared asshole a look. "Don't look at me like that, Scott. I followed him blindly everywhere and he always underestimated me. It's time I broke off from his influence."

He shook his head. "Lexi… he protects you because he thinks of you as one of his own. The times we were expecting him to break down, you were there and you kept him together. Give him a chance."

I scoffed. "I gave him one too many and look where that got me."

With that, I walked off, knowing Allison and Scott had a lot to talk about. Rubbing my arms as my lips trembled, I sniffed. I hated feeling helpless. I hated it. I hated that I couldn't hate Derek.

Even now, with all the hurt that was threatening to cripple me, I couldn't hate him and so I hated myself the most for not being able to hate him.


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