Chapter 2

Lydia POV –

Lydia walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High School, but her mind was a thousand miles away. Anyone's mind would have trouble focusing if they had a revelation like she had had almost a week ago. It was then that the world as she understood it was a lie, and that there was so much more to it, and it all came from one shocking reveal.

Scott McCall was a werewolf.

She wasn't so naïve as to believe that she knew everything, but society and common knowledge up until that point had all but bashed in her head that werewolves didn't exist. And yet, the proof was right in front of her. Not only was one of her classmates one, but apparently there were more of them running around their small town.

Since that day, she's been on a mission to find out as much about the supernatural as she can. She is a woman of science after all. This included manipulating events so that she could try and get Scott alone to interrogate him, which proved difficult because it was clear that after their kiss after the lacrosse game, Scott and Allison were now a thing. No matter, Lydia Martin always gets her way.

These attempts even included a disastrous double date between her and Jackson and the new couple. She even pulled out the big guns and tried to get him to help bowl to get him alone for a moment, but he wouldn't bite. All in all, it was a complete failure of a date, but Lydia Martin never accepted failure.

Her next opportunity came as she found Scott leaving the school. Getting frustrated with her lack of progress, she decided to be more direct and climbed into the passenger side of his car before he could stop her.

"Hello Scott", her voice overly sweet, but still able to convey her frustration.

"Lydia. What a pleasant surprise." She could hear the sarcasm practically drip through his voice.

"You've been avoiding me Scott."

"Oh really," came his reply with a passable faux surprise behind it, "I hadn't noticed."

"Well since you seemed to have forgotten that I existed," she paused so that her sarcasm was obvious, "I think it's time we had that talk."

Scott groaned. "Lydia. Now's not the best time."

"What could possibly be happening that could postpone this conversation?"

Almost as if the universe was looking out for him for the first time, he noticed movement in front of his car. The thought quickly left his mind, as he saw Derek stumbling in front of his car. Panicking, he quickly got out of his car.

"what are you doing here? People could see you."

"I…need...your help."

"Not here," he said in a harsh whisper, "You can't be here."

"Who's this?"

Scott turned and saw that Lydia had followed him out of the car. Why did all this have to happen to him? He saw the realization dawn in her eyes, as her gaze flitted back and forth between him and Derek.

"Is that Derek Hale? Is he one too?"

A hand suddenly came up and pulled on the collar of his shirt, forcing him closer to Derek.

"You told her?!" he snarled.

"No. she just kind of saw me shift after the game." He heard the older man growl at him.

"I told you not to play in that stupid game and now look what happened?" Derek's eyes began to flicker as he continued to berate Scott.

"Dude your eyes! Make them stop!"

"I can't. That's why I'm here. I got shot with a special bullet by the Argents."

"Well, how do we fix you."

"I need one of the bullets."

"What for?"

"Just do it!" his voice amplified by his uncontrollable shift.

"I can't leave you alone like this. Who knows how long you'll last." Panicking, he began to look around in vain, until his eyes settled on Lydia. Her eyes widened.

"No."

"Lydia-"

"Not gonna happen."

"Lydia, he's gonna die unless you help us."

She crossed her arms and huffed, not much dissimilarly to a child, "I'm not staying with him."

"I don't need you to. I need you to go get one of the bullets."

She through her arms up in exasperation, "Where the hell am I supposed to do that? I don't even know who these hunters are."

"It's Allison's family."

Lydia's mind shut off. Allison's family. Sweet, innocent, naïve Allison's family were werewolf hunters. Did she know? No, she decided. Allison didn't seem like she would be the way she was if she knew.

"Holy hell."

"I know."

"You're dating the daughter of a werewolf hunter."

"I know!" he calmed himself. He had no right to take his frustrations out on her, even if she was the source of plenty of those frustrations. "Look", he said as he put on hand on her shoulder to get her sole focus, "Call Allison. Tell her you want to hang out tonight, and when you're there, try to find the bullet."

"Why can't you do it?"

"I need to stay with him. Besides, I thought you didn't want to babysit him.\," he finished with a grin.

"Just because I'm hurt, doesn't mean I can't hear you," Derek snarled. With little other choice, Lydia nodded her head, leaving to try and find Allison, only glancing back once to see Scott usher Derek into his car before leaving.

It didn't take long to find Allison. She was among the spectators who had gotten out of their cars to see what was holding up the line of traffic. Once she noticed Lydia, she gave her a questioning glance as her eyes darted back and forth between her and Scott's retreating car.

"What's going on? Why's Scott leaving with Derek Hale?"

"Oh…Derek needed Scott's help with something."

Allison didn't seem placated. "I thought he said they didn't know each other?"

Shit, Lydia thought. Thinking fast, she came up with the first explanation she could think of. "Derek needed to go to the hospital, so I told him that Scott's mom was a nurse and he could get help from her."

Thankfully, she seemed to by this excuse, but before Allison could ask if they could hang out, Allison stopped dead in her tracks and turned back to Lydia, her questioning stare directed at her now.

"How did you know his mom was a nurse?"

Lydia mentally cursed herself again. She wanted to keep that piece of information a secret. "Scott and I used to talk in Middle school, and I remembered him saying something about it."

"But you told me you didn't know who he was."

"It's been so long since the two of us had talked, that I might as well have not known him."

"You've been talking to him a lot more recently." Her tone had turned accusatory, causing Lydia to panic inside. Sure, she had originally planned to try and seduce Scott, but she was more interested in his new status than anything nefarious.

"Well, I figured I should try to get along with my best friend's new boyfriend." She waited with bated breath to see if Allison bought her little white lie, and thankfully, she seemed to.

"Well, in that case, why don't you come over to my place and you can tell me any stories you have of Scott when he was younger."

Lydia couldn't believe her luck. Not only did Allison not see past her deception, but she then invited her over, making Lydia's job of finding a bullet much easier.

Scratch that, it didn't make Lydia's job much easier. I probably would've been easier to just sneak in and try and find what she was looking for. Instead she found herself being interrogated by both Allison about what she knew of Scott and her family.

On the Scott front, Lydia answered many of Allison's questions, only acting like she remembered some of it, so she could make it seem like she only knew him in passing. She wasn't sure why she was scared that Allison would find out that she used to be closed to the girl's boyfriend, but she ultimately decided it wasn't worth considering all that deeply. She instead, chalked it up to not wanting Allison to become weary of her, especially since the new girl had somehow became one of the only loyal friends that Lydia had.

The dinner that she was forced to stay for however, was especially awkward, considering that Lydia knew what Allison's family really did for a living. They asked about her opinion on the animal attacks and if she'd seen anything strange the last few days, which she was somehow able to lie her way through.

Despite looking like a normal family, there was something about the Argents that made her uncomfortable. Mr. Argent was the only one who was actively interrogating her, but his wife and Allison's aunt Kate were the two who made her feel the most uncomfortable. The looks that the two of them had in their eyes made her apprehensive.

After finally being able to sneak away to find one of the bullets, she bid the Argents good night and left to head to the address that Scott texted her. Left alone to stew with her thoughts during the drive over, she slowly got more frustrated as time went on. She registered that she was getting a lot of texts, most likely from Scott, but she was so beside herself, that she decided to just ignore him for now. Her anger only seemed to get worse when she came up to the place, realizing that it was a veterinary clinic.

"This bullet had better be something because I swear to god if-"

Her tirade died at the scene that she found herself in. Derek was leaning against one of the operating tables, his arm tied off above the elbow. Above the tie she could see where he was shot, but the wound looked decayed and black lines seemed to be traveling up his arm. Normally, that would be enough to freak her out, but the combined sight of that and Scott with a saw, seemingly ready to cut his arm off only made the situation worse.

"What the Hell!"

Startled Scott dropped the saw, a brief look of relief on his face, before the stress of the last few hours finally got to him. "Jesus Lydia! I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last half an hour! If you'd have taken any longer than I would've had to chop his arm off."

Lydia scoffed indignantly, "Oh, so this is my fault?!"

"Just shut up and gave me the bullet."

At first, she was surprised that Scott would talk to her like that, before she realized that the voice was Derek's. She was surprised he was conscious let alone speaking. Nodding wordlessly, she gave him the bullet, and watched in fascination as he broke it open, lit its contents on fire, before setting it on his arm, Slowly the bullet hole disappeared, and the black lines seemed to evaporate from his arm.

Once the older man righted himself, he looked around the room blankly for a moment, before his mind seemed to catch up with him. After a few moments, his eyes settled on Lydia, before his face became angrier as he stalked towards her. She backed up quickly, until her back hit a wall, but Derek seemed like he was going to do something before Scott stepped in front of her. This only made Derek more pissed off.

"You told her?!" he shouted pointed a finger towards Lydia.

"No. She just found out."

Derek quickly put two and two together. "After your little incident at the lacrosse game." Scott non-answer was enough for him. "You could've jeopardized everything with your carelessness. We have to get rid of her." His eyes began to glow blue as his gaze fell on Lydia once again.

She heard Scott growl back which caught her off-guard. In all the time that she knew Scott, she never considered him one for confrontation. "In case you just forgot, she just helped save your life. She's also known about all of this for almost a week and hasn't said anything."

The two seemed to be locked in a battle of wills, before Derek huffed out a breath. "If word gets out about us, about our kind, and I found out she's responsible, I'll rip her throat out…with my teeth." With one last glare in her direction, he stomped from the room and left.

"Well…he's certainly cheery," she said, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere that still permeated around them.

Scott didn't say a word, refusing to look at her as he began to walk towards the door, wanting to put as much distance between Lydia and himself as possible. He wasn't exactly surprised however when she cut him off by standing in the doorway.

"Move Lydia." She cocked her hip to one side, her hands finding their way there, forcing a groan from Scott as he realized that it wouldn't be so easy.

"No Scott. I've been trying to talk to you all week. I have a lot of questions and I'm not going to move until I get answers."

Lydia only had a moment to notice the scowl on his face before he exploded. "You want answers?! Well, that makes two of us. I'm running around trying to figure out how to handle this whole thing, while at the same time there's this monster that is out to try and kill me, and on top of all that, you keep pestering me with your questions!"

She wasn't about to take this verbal tirade lying down, marching forward until they were nearly chest to chest. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that," she retorted, poking her finger into his chest, "Maybe I just want to help."

"Oh, I know exactly how you try to help," he fired back, catching Lydia off-guard. "Isn't it funny how whenever you help, it always ends up benefitting you somehow."

His words confused her greatly. She knew that he must be referring to a specific event, but she couldn't figure it out for the life of her. "What are you talking about?"

"Like you don't know." He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her out of the way, startling her with how easily he was able to move her. She was so wrapped up with trying to decipher his words, that she didn't even try to prevent him from leaving, and it wasn't until some minutes later that she realized that she was alone. She huffed loudly, momentarily forgetting that she was alone, pulled her purse tighter onto her shoulder and stalked from the room, even more determined than before to get to the bottom of the mystery that was Scott McCall.

AN –

Hey, I've finally added another chapter to this story. It's taken me a long time to figure out exactly how I wanted this story to play out and now that I have, expect slightly more frequent updates.

Since this story's last update, I've decided to not include Stiles in this story. I know a lot of people won't like that, but the way I've outlined this, Lydia will be taking over much of his role in the show, but exactly in the same way.

Since it's Christmas, I figured it was time to finally post this chapter, as well as chapters for my other two active storied that I've been sitting on.

As always, thanks for reading and Happy Holidays.