Author's note: Soooo yeah. I can't stay away from this fandom, I just can't. I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN WRITING FOR 3 DAYS STRAIGHT BECAUSE I'M SICK AND THE FINALE IS TONIGHT AND DON'T JUDGE ME. I have some serious dramaz planned for these crazy kids, some drama that has nothing to do with werewolves. So! If you have any interest at all, let me know. Also, you'll notice that Amy's a little different here than she is in Fast Times, which, y'know, will spice things up a bit. (lol the one who is the most out of character is my OC, is that even possible?). Or, you could just say that she is beginning of FT Amy because she's horribly immature. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.

Song for the chapter: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant.

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

With an excitement that was both unprecedented and unwarranted, Amy very nearly skipped up the walkway to Allison's house. Her plan had worked. She couldn't believe it: the unexpressive, unattainable, and undeniably sexy Derek Hale had given her his phone number. Whatever fate was in store for the two of them was now in Amy's hands.

The hands that were currently decorated with a colorful array of semi-faded club stamps. The hands whose nails were painted a chipped, neon orange. The hands that now held a stone to be tossed at Allison's window.

What? It was spring break.

Not to mention, she'd always wanted to throw a rock at someone's house like people did in the movies.

If Allison wasn't awake, she was screwed. Her obscenely strict parents would not tolerate her returning home at two a.m. reeking of pot and alcohol. And if Stiles' dad found her passed out on their sofa one more time, things wouldn't be pretty. Half the school already thought they were dating and she didn't need his father thinking so, too (spoiler alert: he already thought they were).

Allison's parents were away for the weekend; normally, they were just as harsh as hers were, and showing up at their house in the middle of the night wouldn't fly.

But to her great fortune, Allison finally came to the window… with Scott.

It was only a matter of seconds before the latter appeared at the front door in his boxers and let her in.

"Allison says you can stay in the guest room," he announced groggily.

She smirked knowingly at his tousled hair and state of undress. "Cool." After following him up the stairs, she sent him a wink (much like the one Stiles had given her and Derek) and said, "You two be safe!"

Poor Scott shook his head sheepishly and vanished behind Allison's door. Amy was silently thankful that their rooms weren't adjacent. Although, she had to admit, the two of them didn't strike her as particularly wild in that department – they were probably pretty traditional. Scott seemed like a missionary type of guy.

Plus, Amy could sleep through almost anything.

oxOxo

The next morning, Amy entered the Argents' kitchen to see Scott and Allison making out blissfully against the counter. The two of them were so cute that sometimes she felt physically ill when watching them. No one was supposed to be that happy. No one. Especially not so early in the morning.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat.

They jumped apart in embarrassment.

"Oh, don't stop on account of me," she joked, "I'll just be third wheeling in the dining room."

"Sorry," Allison apologized with beet-red cheeks. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine, you know me," she laughed, "give me a pillow and a blanket and I'm out like a light. Interesting turn of developments last night, though…"

"Oh?" Allison pressed curiously. The last time they'd seen her at the party was with Stiles. Both she and Scott had always suspected that something might happen between Amy and him – in fact, they hoped that something might happen between them. Which was why they constantly found ways to "accidentally" abandon them alone together. Fortunately, the two were still willfully ignorant of this matchmaking scheme.

"I got Derek Hale's number."

"What?" That certainly wasn't what either of them was expecting to hear.

"Yeah, I know right?"

"That's… good?" Allison tried and failed to conceal her disapproval; it was no secret that the Argents and the Hales didn't exactly see eye to eye. Allison's aunt, Kate, had had a relationship with Derek that ended rather badly. Of course, as Amy's best friend, Allison had known about her little crush for a while – since the time that Amy first saw him at one of the Beacon Hills lacrosse games, to be exact. Which was partially why she had been pushing so hard for something to happen with Stiles.

"How?" Scott questioned in disbelief.

"I don't even know, dude. I was as surprised as you are, believe me! He drove me and Stiles home from the party last night, and it just sort of… happened. Isn't that sweet?" she exclaimed animatedly.

"Yeah, I guess," he chuckled, nudging Allison.

"Oh yeah, that's great." She sounded incredibly unconvincing, but Amy didn't notice through her self-contained delight.

"Derek doesn't usually do stuff like that," Scott said skeptically.

"Well, Stiles had to lure him there first by pretending he was going to drive drunk," she explained matter-of-factly. Her nonchalant tone made it seem like this was a completely logical thing to do, so both Scott and Allison almost overlooked what she actually said.

After a moment: "Stiles did what?" Allison demanded.

"Hm? Oh yeah… I mean, it was a bit of a stretch, but it worked."

"Derek's sister was killed by a drunk driver," Scott stated gravely, "Stiles knows that."

Amy winced. "Oh shit…"

Even Allison looked appalled. "Why would Stiles do that?"

"They have a weird relationship," Scott explained, "They like to see how far they can push each other until one of them snaps. It's not healthy, trust me. I mean, they could just stop being friends, but nooo. I think deep down they both enjoy it. They're machinists or something."

Allison stifled a laugh with the back of her hand. "I think you mean masochists," she assisted.

Amy stared at Scott blankly for several seconds in an effort to ignore how kinky he made Stiles and Derek's relationship sound, before asking, "Do you think I should text him?"

Allison shrugged and answered, "Do what you want," but actually meant 'no.'

"I don't think Derek's much of a recreational texter," Scott offered with a laugh.

"Dammit," she cussed, "Well what should I do?"

"Don't look at me," Scott mumbled, opening the floor to an unenthused Allison.

"Honestly, Ames, don't you think he's a little old?" she tried gently.

"You don't think I have a shot with him, now I get it…"

"No, it's not that at all!" she said quickly, "In fact, I think you could do better, quite frankly. Right Scott?"

Scott looked well beyond uncomfortable as Allison nudged him in the ribs slightly harder than necessary. "Mhm," he replied obediently.

"He's your friend," Amy protested, "You're supposed to support his case! Bros before hos!"

Allison turned to Scott slowly, daring him to say anything in Derek's favor. The kid was so whipped that it was laughable.

"Er – friend is such a strong word," he stuttered, his voice jumping an octave.

"Whatever," Amy said with a roll of her sapphire eyes, "He's hot as hell. Imma tap that ass – got it? Mark my words…"

She then proceeded to saunter towards the door, leaving her friends utterly perplexed. Amy was a strange one, they agreed silently. That much was clear.

Scott was the first to speak in her wake: "Why does she talk like – "

"I don't know," Allison answered warily before he got the chance to finish.

"I seriously don't get why she and Stiles can't just figure out that they're perfect for one another. I'm sick of him pining after Lydia, and now it sounds like Amy is going to be doing the same with Derek."

"I don't know," she repeated. "Have you ever thought that maybe they're too similar? And from the sounds of things, Derek's not completely adverse to her."

"Yeah, god knows how that happened…" Scott agreed.

"Well, she's pretty," Allison reasoned.

"But this is Derek."

"True. Yeah, who knows." She had had quite enough of this conversation for the day, so she changed the subject by resuming what she and Scott had started before Amy interrupted them.

oxOxo

Amy snuck into her house and flew up the steps and into the bathroom, before anyone had a chance to lay eyes on her. Taking three steps at a time was a motion that the muscle memory in her calves had taken notice of – it seemed that she made the same mad-dash to her bedroom every weekend. Of course, that was an exaggeration. But Amy liked to think that it wasn't.

As she turned the taps to her shower, her mind became filled with thoughts of the elusive and mysterious Derek Hale. Sure, he was attractive, but that was about all she knew about him. That, and he wasn't very friendly. And his car smelled like pine trees… Okay, so maybe she knew a little more than that.

Truth be told, Derek was borderline notorious in the town of Beacon Hills. Back when he was still in high school, his house had burned down and a bunch of his family members were killed. The official police report had the fire listed as an accident, but it seemed odd that a well-maintained family home would just spontaneously combust in the middle of the day. But no arrests were ever made – and after that, Derek disappeared to the East Coast, presumably to get a college education (but more likely to escape the tragedy). It wasn't until his sister was killed in a car crash one night that he returned to Beacon Hills.

And it was a well-known fact that he had had a… rough past. Particularly in regards to the law. Just a year earlier, he had been arrested for breaking into the high school and killing a janitor – he had a short stint in prison, but they released him on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

Cue Stiles, who was caught riffling through police files in an ill-fated attempt to clear Derek's name. And that brought them to the present – Stiles' dad was out of a job, but Derek was out of jail. The boys considered it a draw.

As it turned out, it was actually Derek's uncle who had broken into the high school and Derek had gone to try to stop him. Stiles only tried to help him because he was the one who had gotten him into trouble in the first place by accusing him of the crime.

Currently, he lived in the restored version of his home with his cousin, Isaac Lahey; his mother had been Derek's father's sister. Isaac was one of their classmates at BHHS – his parents had perished in the fire, too.

But Derek as a person and not a hallway rumor was still a complete enigma to most people. He still wasn't exactly Beacon Hill's most upstanding citizen, even if he hadn't committed any crimes. People talked. They talked about his family, and how his life had been positively fraught with death.

His murderous uncle, Peter Hale, had been in that fire, too, and his disfiguring burns and PTSD drove him to insanity.

They said mental illness was hereditary, but Amy refused to believe it. Poor Derek was just misunderstood.

oxOxo

An hour later, she was dressed and ready for the day. Upon entering her kitchen, she was met with a rare sight: her gangly little brother, Ian, poring over a plate of pancakes. For a brief moment, he almost seemed normal. But then he spoke: "How was the party?"

Amy cringed visibly and snapped her head around in search of their parents. "What are you saying?" she hissed in panic. She didn't know at what point she had stopped questioning how he knew these things, but his apparent omnipresence still irked her to no end.

"Isn't it obvious? You snuck into the house at like seven this morning. Normally you're not awake until noon."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

"I'm just stating a fact."

She swung herself into the chair across from him and forked some food onto her plate. In a very unladylike fashion, she began shoveling in the syrupy goodness.

"So, where are Mom and Dad?" she questioned.

"Mom's at her yoga class and Dad's at the office."

"On a Saturday?"

Ian shrugged. It wasn't uncommon for their father to remain at work until late at night, so she shouldn't have been surprised that he was at there during the weekend. She tried to understand, she did. He was a big fancy branch manager, now, and he didn't have time for them. And to be brutally honest, she didn't care much. But she knew that her mom and Ian did – they missed him.

"Any plans today? Gonna hang out with your friends? Oh wait…"

"Funny. No, I have homework."

"It's Saturday."

"Problem?" he countered with a cocked eyebrow. "Harvard doesn't care what day of the week it is."

"It's spring break."

He merely gave her a bored stare.

"Please, you're a freshman," she dismissed, "If there was ever a time to slack off, it'd be now," she advised pointedly.

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" he quipped.

Amy rolled her eyes. "I'll have you know that my grades are just fine – plus, I'm already into college. I'm just coasting from here on out, bro."

Ian scoffed at the blatant lack of creativity in her vocabulary and returned to his breakfast.

This verbal sparring was all well and good in small doses, but she was beginning to grow agitated. Her brother's sense of intellectual superiority breeched the line dividing stimulating and tiresome very quickly. She stood from the table and flounced towards the door, car keys in hand. Allison was surely still with Scott, so off to Stiles' it was…

Author's Note: Please, please let me know what you think! I changed a ton of stuff and at this point I think it's safe to say that I'm just screwing around with the characters lol. I just love all their personalities and I think this is the closest I'm going to get to writing an actual book, so yeah.

I made Isaac Derek's cousin because I couldn't think of any other way to have them interact with one another like the do in the show, and the fact that Isaac is an orphan too makes him an obvious choice to be related to Derek. The stuff about Peter and Kate and co. will be fleshed out later, don't you worry! Ummm yeah I'm going to try to manage a bigger cast of characters in this than I did with Fast Times, so let me know who you would like to see. Also do you want to see some sort of story arc for Ian, or no? I'm thinking Erica will be a big player. Please review and let me know! Thanks for reading :-)