Chapter eleven: Formality

Surrender to what is.

Let go of what was.

Have faith in what will be.

-Sonia Ricotti

Alison was driving home, the things her aunt had told her running through her head. The rain was pouring down, a fitting weather for how Alison was feeling at the moment. She thought back to what had happened, hearing Derek screaming out in pain as Kate turned on the switch making a high electrical current flow through him. Alison flinch at the memory, tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"What are you doing? Is that going to kill him?" Alison asked Kate. Kate smiled her sinister smile not answering Alison.

"Oh come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now." Kate told Alison.

"What is he?" Alison asked unsure what was going on, too scared of going anywhere close where Derek was. She ignored the look on Kate's face.

"Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf. To me, he is just an another dumb animal." Kate told her, laughing when she said werewolf. She was sitting on the table in the room, next to the electricity system hooked up to Derek. Kate stood up and walked over to Derek.

"Come here," Kate told Alison. She opened Derek's mouth, showing her his teeth. "See these right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you'd find on those cute little leaf-eating herbivores, is it?" Kate continued.

"Is this a joke to you?" Alison asked, not sure how she felt about knowing the truth.

"Sweetheart, these are werewolf running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think a stay sane?" Kate said and turned off the lights in the room and grabbed Alison's arm starting to leading Alison out of the room.

"So, it was him at the high school and all the other animal attacks?"

"There's actually three of them. Another younger one like him called the beta." Kate said moving her head toward Derek's direction when she said him."And then there's the alpha. Alpha's the pack leader. Bigger, stronger, nastier. Those are the real ugly mother f*ckers." Kate told Alison as they walked out of the room.

"When were they gonna tell me?" Alison asked, crossing her arms over her chest, looking at Kate as she closed the door.

"They still haven't decided if they are gonna tell you."

"Why?"

"Let's just say that, if you react badly when you find out. Not good." Kate said and started to walk down the tunnel to the exit.

"What do you mean 'not good'?" Alison question as she followed after Kate.

"They don't think you can handle it. They look at you, and they see this frightened little girl that's gonna run crying to the corner when she finds out the truth. Me? What do I see? Natural talent. Alison, you said you wanted to feel more powerful, right?" Kate asked Alison, coming to a stop. Alison nods her her head yes at Kate's question.

"Now's your chance."

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"Go to school, do your homework. Go to the formal on Friday night. Be a normal teenage girl who doesn't know anything. Trust me to get everything ready for the next part."

"What's the next part?"

"You are going to help me catch the second beta."

Alison's train of thought got interrupted by the sound of police sirens. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw the police cruiser that was after her.

"Oh god, not now," Alison mumbles to herself, feeling like things couldn't get worse now. She pulled over to the side of the road and came to a stop. She saw in the side mirror the officer getting out of his car and started walking towards hers. The officer knocks on the car window, shining for her to roll it down.

"Alison?" A voice she recognized asked. Sheriff Stilinski looked Alison over and could see the tried tears.

"You all right?" He asked in a concerned tone.

After sitting about an hour in the ER, Lexi got to see a doctor that had to put six stitches in her forehead. Stiles had been with her the whole time and was about to walk out the room when Lexi was getting her stitches. But Lexi told him to stay put and gave him a death glare. Stiles slowly sat down on the chair he had been sitting on, trying to ignore Lexi getting her forehead stitched up.

On the ride to Stiles house, he sat the whole ride telling Lexi that he would make up for what had happened. Lexi's angry mask broke, and she told Stiles that it was okay. He hadn't done it on purposes. Plus she had already got to torture him a bit at the hospital. Lexi made a joke that this was not the first time she had gotten hurt because Stiles and Scott's ideas, and it would not be the last. They arrive at Stiles place and say goodbye to each other, Stiles walked inside, and Lexi went to her parent's house. She just walked in through the front door when she felt her phone vibrate. She takes it out of her pocket and sees it tell her that it needs to charge. Lexi ignores it and notices that she has a missed phone call from Deaton and that he had left a message. Lexi listens to the message then leaves her parents house just as quick Deaton mention what had happened. She hurries to her car ignoring her mother's call, wondering what had happened.

Lexi drives to the animal clinic, not caring about the speed liement. She arrived and parked her car in the back. She takes the back door and enters the clinic finding Deaton standing over Scott, who was laying on the examining table, cleaning his gunshot wound. Deaton looked up from what he was doing when he heard Lexi entering.

"He is going to be okay," Deaton told Lexi.

Lexi breathes out and relax, knowing that Scott was in good hands. She walked over to the table and stroke Scott's hair. She watched Deaton work, knowing he likes to work in peace. Deaton taped a gauze bandage over the wound, removed his glows and throwing them in the garbage. Deaton walked over to where Lexi was standing, next to Scott, he turned her towards him. He bends her head down so he could get a better look at her forehead.

"It's okay, just a little scratch," Lexi said taking Deaton's hands away.

"Do I what to know how you came about this little scratch?" Deaton asked starting to clean up after himself, putting things back where they belong.

"No." Lexi answered in a quiet voice.

"Go home, sleep. You look like you can use it. I will take care of Scott." Deaton tells her. Lexi gives Deaton a look. She was not going to leave. She was going to wait here til Scott woke up.

"Lexi, go home. Get some sleep." Deaton turned Lexi around and gave her a small push towards the door. "He is in good hands. There isn't anything you can do, all he needs to do is to rest." Lexi gave in and nodded her head agreeing with Deaton. She could use some sleep.

Lexi laid in her bed waiting for sleep to take her. But it didn't seem to come to her as she twisted and turned in her bed. She gave up after a awhile and just laid on her back steering at the sealing. She couldn't shake the felling that something bad was just waiting around the corner.

Scott woke up not really sure of where he was. His eyes got used to the light in the room and saw that he was in the examining room at the animal clinic. Scott swings his body of the table, as his feet touch to the floor and put weight on them, his knees gave out. Scott grabs onto the table behind him, stopping himself from falling. Scott things back to what had happened at the Hale house, Jackson, the hunters, being shot and Derek's loud roar. Scott remembers the voice he heard when he was in and out of consciousness.

"I wouldn't get up just yet." Someone had told him. Things were blurry, and it sounded like he was underwater.

"Where am I..." Scott asked.

"You are fine. And I've given you something that should speed up the healing process." Scott could now hear that it was Deaton talking to him, but things was still a bit blurry.

"But you are a vet."

"It's true in 90% of the time. I'm mostly treating cats and dogs."

"Mostly?"

"Mostly."

Deaton had noticed Scott's movement.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious," Deaton said as he turned to Scott. Deaton notices him being unstable on his feet and walked over to him, helping Scott stand up straight. "You doing okay? Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Deaton tells him just as the clinic's door bell rings, telling them that someone had entered the clinic.

"Hello?" Deaton called out. When he didn't get an answer he was about to walk out to see who it was, when Scott grabbed his arm stopping him from doing so. Deaton turned to Scott gave him a smile then removed his hand, and walked out to the waiting room.

"I'm sorry, but we're... we're closed," Deaton said as he walked to the waiting area. Showing no recognition to the person standing at the ententes.

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter said with a calm voice, standing close to the door with his hands behind his back.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off," Deaton said, keeping calm.

"This one wandered in on its own," Peter said taking a step closer to where Deaton was standing.

"Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." Deaton said, not at all scared of Peter.

"I think you can make an exception this one time. Don't you?" Peter said and walked closer. He stood near the small gate leading to the back of the clinic.

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter said as his mood shifted. He no longer felt like playing nice.

"Like I said, we're closed," Deaton said taking one step closer to Peter, not concerned about Peter's behavior shifting.

Peter reached to open the small gate, he was going to the back of the clinic if Deaton let him or not, but something stopped him from doing so. He looked down at the gate and tried again with the same results. Peter looked up at Deaton.

"Mountain ash. That's an old one." Peter smirks at Deaton, and in a fast move Peter takes one of the chairs in the waiting room and throws it right next to where Deaton was standing. The chair broke into many pieces as it hit the wall. Deaton didn't flinch or blink at Peter's attempt of scary him. He just calmly told him.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed."

Peter calmly fixes his jacket and gives Deaton a small nod. He turns and walks towards the door but stops before walking out of the clinic.

"There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott. More innocent and far more vulnerable." Peter said in a low voice, knowing that Scott would hear him before exiting the clinic. The bell above the door rings again.

"Alison," Scott whispered to himself when he figured out who Peter was talking about.

Scott and Stiles were at Scott's place, Scott was desperately looking for his phone. Stiles sat on Scott's desk chair leaning on forth on the backrest, holding his phone to the ear. He had called Scott's phone so many times, that he had lost count. Scott was looking around he bed-side-table, finding nothing.

"Call it again," Scott told Stiles, as he continues turning things over to see if he could find it.

"It's not here," Stiles tells Scott. Stiles thought that if it was here, they would have found it by now. Which they clearly hadn't, even with Scott's super-hearing. Scott claimed over his bed, starting to look on the other side. Scott was lying on the floor looking under his bed. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles asked.

"I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek." Scott said getting up off the floor walking over to his bathroom.

"Well, A, you're not alone, you have me. And B, didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead." Stiles stated not moving from where he sat.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get the alpha. They're not gonna kill him." Scott said as he started looking through his laundry- basket in the bathroom.

"All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved." Stiles said, not seeing the problem. Clothing started flying out off the bathroom.

"Not if Peter's going after Alison to find Derek!" Scott said abandoning the idea that the phone was there. He walked out of the bathroom and over to his messy desk. "I can't protect her on my own. Which means we need Derek first. Just... just help me!" Scott said as he was turning and pushing thing around his desk. Stiles was about to say something when a soft orange ball hit him in the face, Scott had thrown it over his shoulder. Stiles gives Scott a glare, not that Scott noticed as he was too busy looking for his phone.

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that when he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?" Stiles question.

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die." Scott said as he stopped looking through the drawers of his desk.

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles whine to Scott. Sounding like a child not getting his way. Scott did a quick head movement, leaning his head to the side like a dog trying to hear better.

"What?" Stiles asked as he notices Scott's behavior.

"My mom just got home from work," Scott answered. He turned his back to his desk, and half sat on/leaning against the desk.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asked seeing the sadness displaying on Scott's face. Scott shook his head no.

"What's she doing?"

"Crying."

"Scott, you can't protect everyone," Stiles says, trying to make his friend feel better about everything going on and the situation they happened to be in.

"I have to."

Somewhere underground Kate was holding Derek. Kate was going through Derek's belongings to see if she could find anything that would lead her to the alpha.

"Come on, Derek. He killed your sister." Kate said as she found Derek's valet in his jacket and took the cash inside, putting it in her jeans back pocket. "Now either you're not telling me because, well you want to kill him yourself, or for some reason, you're protecting him." Kate continued, she was holding Derek's driver license and walked over to where he was shackled to the wall. Kate grips Derek's chin and holds his head up, forcing him to look at her.

"Look at that sour face. I bet you always used to people coming up to you saying. 'Smile Derek. Why don't you smile more?' Don't you just want to kick those people in the face?" Kate said then turn and walked away from Derek.

"I can think of one," Derek answered with hatred in his eyes.

"Promise?" Kate asked and turned facing Derek again. " 'Cause if I thought you would be that much fun, I'll let you go." Kate walked over to the table in the room where Derek's belongings laid, she picked up his phone and started to look through it. "Alright, let's see. Nothing, nothing, nothing... God, I hate this detective crap."

"Are you gonna torture me or are you just gonna talk me to death, huh?" Derek wondered, getting real sick of Kate talking.

"Oh sweetie, I don't... I don't want to torture you. I just want to catch up. Remember all the fun we had together." Kate said leaning her lower back against the table.

"Like the time you burned my family alive?" Derek asked with a hard voice. He didn't know he could hate a person as much as he hated Kate.

"No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had," Kate said and stepped in front of Derek.

"But the fire thing, yeah, that was fun too." As Kate said that Derek pulls hard on the shackles trying to get to Kate, but to no use.

"I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?" Kate asked before licking Derek's lower stomach to his chest. Derek twisted to get away from Kate, he growled and make a biting motion towards Kate. Kate didn't flinch away just smiled.

"Mmm, sweetheart, I really don't want to torture you..." The door to the room opened and in the doorway stood a big man. "But he does." Kate walked out of the room and the bald man, Marcus, walked inside cracking his knuckles. Derek looked up at the man waiting for him to give it all that he got.

The next day after lacrosse practices the coach tells Scott that he couldn't go to the winter formal, the reason being he was falling three classes. The more accurate reason was that Scott was falling three classes so either he quit lacrosse and could go the winter formal, or the other way around. But Coach being Coach made the decision for Scott. As he didn't want to lose one of his best players. Scott now needed a new idea to keep Alison safe during the formal and as much as he hated the idea, he know one person that could do it.

"You want me to take her to the formal?" Jackson asked, making sure he understood what Scott was asking of him.

"I don't want you to. I need you to." Scott told him almost sounding desperate.

"Screw you," Jackson told Scott. "You know what? Screw you too." Jackson continued as he looked as Stiles standing next to Scott. "In fact, screw each other."

"Hey, you know he saved your life, right?" Stiles told Jackson, hinting that he owed Scott one.

"He left me for dead," Jackson said, Stiles and Scott were getting annoyed by his arrogant behavior.

"I got shot for you," Scott said, with was what happened after Jackson cowardly left the Hale house.

"Oh yeah? Show me the bullet wound."

"You know it healed."

"Mmm, convenient."

"Just do it for Alison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking about around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance." Scott said, trying to make Jackson see why he needed him to this small thing.

"Just have her dad do it, okay? He's actually equipped to handle this." Jackson said, not wanting to admit the real reason why he didn't want to get involved in what was going on. Jackson Whittemore was scared.

"How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me?" Scott asked Jackson, wanting to know his logic in this.

"Not my problem," Jackson stated. Jackson was about to leave, but Scott stopped him by blocking his way out of the locker rooms.

"You're her friend too. You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Alison. It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt." Scott asked Jackson.

"What if I get hurt?" Jackson asked Scott instead of answering his question, in truth Jackson did care.

"Then it's worth it."

"Not to me," Jackson said then pushed Scott and Stiles out of the way so he could leave.

"Well, I shouldn't say I told you so. 'Cause it's not strong enough. How about I'm always right, and you should always listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree ever, ever for the sake of your wolflihood." Stiles told Scott.

"I'm not done," Scott said and walked after Jackson.

"He's not done," Stiles stated.

"One more thing," Scott said to Jackson before he could exit the locker room. Jackson turned and looked with big eyes at Scott as he shifted and growled at him.

Scott and Stiles watch as an anxious Jackson ask Allison, who was standing by her locker when he should pick her up for the dance tomorrow night. Jackson plays of his weird behavior as he was just excited for the dance and points out that they were going as just friends. Jackson laugh awkwardly when he sees Scott and Stiles standing down the hall watching him from behind a corner.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll still be there." Stiles tells Scott as they watch as Alison and Jackson walk away to go to class.

"I'm still going," Scott said sounding determent.

"Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet."

"Do you have a suit?"

"Not yet," Scott answered again, he hadn't thought that far ahead. Actually, he hadn't thought about that part at all.

"Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?" Stiles asked. Scott turned around to face Stiles and sighed.

"No. And no," Scott answered honestly.

"So, you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to. Without a date, a suit or a way in, with werewolves and hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass?" Stiles asked trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, you gonna help me?" Scott asked with a smile, realizing how unperturbed he actually was.

"Hell yeah," Stiles said and wrapped his arm around Scott's shoulder as they walked to their own class.

Lydia and Alison that afternoon after school went to the mall to find a dress for the formal. Alison was going with Jackson and Lydia was going to go with Stiles. Lydia was going with Stiles as a way to make up to Alison for kissing Scott in the couch office. Stiles meet up with Alison and Lydia at the mall and Scott was around keeping out of site. Alison was looking at dresses and Lydia went around picking dresses here and there, making Stiles hold them. Lydia had turned Stiles to her own personal slave. Stiles were sure she only did for the hell of it.

Everything was doing fine until Peter showed up. Scott had to think fast and act even faster. Peter was talking to Alison when an announcement was heard through the speaker. And Alison realizes that her car was getting towed, she ran towards the exit. Peter priced Scott's ingenuity and reminded him that he couldn't be everywhere all the time.

Underground in the room, where Derek was kept, Kate sat and listened to a voice mail that he brother had left her.

'Hey, it's me. I'm getting tired of leaving messages. I want to know where you are. Call me now.'

The messages ended and Kate took a deep breath.

"Unfortunately, Derek, if you are not gonna talk. I'm just gonna have to kill you. So say hi to your sister for me." Kate moved her hand to turn the switch when a thought crossed her mind. She turned towards Derek. "You did tell her about me, didn't you? The truth about the fire? Or did you?" Kate got up from the chair she had been sitting on and walked over to Derek. "Did you tell anybody?" Kate whispered standing in front of Derek. Derek just stared at the floor, avoiding looking at Kate. "Oh sweetie, that's just a lot of guilt to keep buried." Derek gave Kate a death stare. "It's not all your fault. You got tricked by a pretty face." Kate said with a big smile. "It happens! Handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super-hot girl who comes from a family that kills werewolves. Is that ironic? Is it ironic that you're inadvertently helping me track down the rest of the pack, again? We're just a little bit of history repeating." Kate walked over to the switch again but stopped. Kate put her hand on the table and tapped her finger, lost in thought.

"History repeating." She mumbles to herself. She turns around and faces Derek again. "It's not Jackson, is it? Oh no, no, no he's got a little scratch on the back of his neck but, he's not in love with Alison. Not like Scott."

Scott was in his room getting ready for the formal. His mother looked over the suit that was laying on his bed.

"This is really nice," Melissa said as she removed some dust from the jacket. " How did you afford a... oh." Melissa realizes as she opened the jacket how Scott could afford it. The inside of the jacket had been fixed, using duck-tape.

"It is not going to work, is it?" Scott asked his mom worried as he was trying to get his tie right.

"No, no, no its fine, its fine. No one will notice." Melissa told him with a smile. "No one legally blind."

"I heard that."

"Okay, well, you just come in here, and we can try it on." Scott walked out of his bathroom and over to his mother. She helped him on with the jacket.

"See? I actually think this is going to work." Melissa said as she corrected the jacket on Scott.

"Really?" Scott asked hopefully.

"Turn." Scott turned holding his arms out. "And... no," Melissa said as she notices the big hole where the seam had broke at the back of the pants Scott was wearing.

"What?" Scott turned his head and asked.

"Mmh." Melissa pointed down on Scott pants. Scott twisted his body so he could see what his mother had pointed at.

"What? I... I don't have time for this! I can't buy new ones, mom! What am I gonna do?"

"Okay, don't panic, all right? Take them off. Pants off now!" Melissa said and left the room to get a sewing needle and some thread.

Melissa sat down on Scott's bed and started to fix the big hole in Scott's pants. Scott stood in front of her watching her work.

"So is she coming here? Because you know a need the car tonight."

"No. I'm going stag," Scott answered. Melissa stopped what she was doing and looked up at her son.

"You are going alone?"

"Stag. There is a difference. Sort of. " Scott said, thinking it sounded better than saying going alone.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little, you know, surprised that, you know, you don't have anyone else to ask other than Alison," Melissa said going back to fix the pants.

"There are no other girls besides Alison."

"You really feel that way?" Melissa asked and looked up at Scott. Scott signed.

"Could you just please keep sewing?" Scott asked sounding like a little kid again.

"No, no, no, no. You have time for just one question. Come here." Melissa said and patted the bed beside her. Scott sighed again and sat down.

"Do you really feel that way?" Melissa asked and looked at Scott.

"I can't help it. I mean every time I look at her, I get this... This hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like... it's like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it's the worse feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't... I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad."

"I know. Everyone knows eventually. But it does go away."

"I don't want it to."

"Have you told her how you feel?"

"She knows," Scott answered and Melissa hit Scott on the head with her palm.

"Come on, 'she knows'. She knows?" Scott looked at him mom shocked.

"Listen, dumb-ass. I'm gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women love words."

"Huh?" Scott asked looking like a question-mark.

"You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and letters attached to flowers. Carve it on a tree, in the sidewalk with cement. Tattoo on your arm..."

"Really?" Scott looked at his mom with big eyes.

"No. Not really." Melissa said with a serious voice and fastened the thread and broke it off with the help of her teeth.

"Just tell her the truth."

There was a knock on the front door, Melissa gave Scott his pants to get ready and left his room. She walked down the stairs and over to the front door. She opened the door, on the other side stood Lexi. She was dressed in a black cocktail dress with a black leather jacket and black boots. Her hair hung down in long curls.

"Hi, here to pick up Scott. Is he ready?" Lexi asked and brought Melissa out of her thoughts. Melissa had never what she could remember seen Lexi in a dress before.

"He will be ready at any moment. Why don't you come inside while you wait." Melissa said with a smile and Lexi walked inside closing the door behind her.

"So what's the actuation?" Melissa asked and pointed to the dress.

"Well it's Friday, and I thought a deserve a night out, to have some fun. Might even go site seeing." Lexi explained.

"Site seeing?" Melissa asked.

"Looking at guys," Lexi said with a laugh. "Want me to see if I can't find a handsome man for you?" Lexi asked smiling with her whole face. Mellissa laughs and shocks her head no.

"I think they would be a little too young for me."

"You never know, you might fit as a cougar," Lexi said trying to sound serious but ended up laughing. Melissa gave Lexi a look saying oh really. Both of them were laughing as Scott walked down the stairs. Scott said goodbye to his mother, he and Lexi walked outside towards her car. Lexi dropped Scott off at the side of the school so he could use the fire-escape to get into the dance.

After dropping off Scott, Lexi drove downtown. She found a parking space not far from the club she was going to. She parked her car and got out. She was about a block from the club, and she could already hear the music from there. She was planning to dance and drink away the stress she had been feeling over the past weeks. She was walking down the street and was about to turn the corner towards the entrees to the club when hot, white, pain struck her on the back of her head. She started seeing black spots. Lexi strumbled to the ground, she tried to get up again, and, again. The struck on the back of her head made her feel sick and dizzy. Then everything turned dark and quiet.

Kate stood and looked down on Lexi, lying on the ground passed out. A small blood pool building under her head. Kate sighed and looked up.

"You didn't have to hit her that hard. You almost cracked the poor girl's skull open." Kate said with a smile and sign for Marcus, who was with her, to pick Lexi up. He carried Lexi over his shoulder. They walked over to Kate's car and Marcus throw Lexi down in the trunk and closed it.

Stiles arrived with Lydia, he got out of the jeep first and walked around and opened the passenger side door, holding it open for Lydia to get out. Lydia gets out of the jeep and dusted off her dress. Jackson and Alison walked passed, and Lydia comments that Jackson looked handsome.

"Obviously. It's Hugo Boss." Jackson said smudge. He and Alison continued their walk towards the school.

"I don't care. I don't want compliments. I'll not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neutrons, who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark." Lydia said out loud to herself and sighed.

"Well, I think you look beautiful," Stiles said looking at her.

"Really?" Lydia asked surprised. Stiles hold his arm out for her to take and Lydia didn't hesitate, she excepted, and they walked towards the school. Stiles had never been so excited in his life.

Kate and Marcus got out of the car, and Marcus walked back towards the trunk to get Lexi. But he was not ready for what happened as he opened the trunk. Lexi was ready and waiting. She kicked as hard she could, knocking Marcus back and she took her chance and got out of the trunk and started to run. She didn't recognition were she was, she was surrounded by trees that started to look the same. Everything started to spin, and Lexi had trouble to standing up, let alone running. Lexi leaned against a tree trying to make the spinning stop. She could hear footsteps behind her closing in.

She took a step forward and then she was on the ground with electricity passing through her body. She could her Kate laughter. Lexi felt like her body was on fire. Kate stepped into her sight and crocheted down next to Lexi and gave her a sinister smile.

"Was it really worth it?" Kate said with a laugh and stood up again. Marcus lifted Lexi up from the ground and throw her over his shoulder again. Lexi's pounding head got worse from being upside down. She could feel the blood rushing to her head. She put her cold hand again her forehead to try and smooth the pounding. Her hand was met to a warm, sticky substance. She broth her hand up so she could see what it was. It was blood. Somewhere between being hit on the head and get shot by a taser, Lexis stitches had been polled.

"So let go over this again. You know of the supernatural and hunters, yet you claim to be neither." Kate asked as she stood close to Lexi, who were duck-taped to a chair in some room underground.

"It's Beacon Hills if people were a little more open-minded everyone would know what's out there," Lexi said and spat out blood that had been gathering in her mouth on to the floor.

"Mmh and I still don't believe you. So you are going to tell me who the alpha and the betas are, or I'm going to leave you alone with Marcus here." Kate said leaning in closer towards Lexi. Lexi spits in Kate's face and tells her to go to hell. Kate wipes off the blood mixed spit from her face and leaves the room, leaving Lexi alone with Marcus. He cracked his knuckles and chuckled.

A night that had started out so good and promising were now going to end in disaster. Lydia hurt and bitten by Peter and Stiles forced to help him find Derek. Jackson feeling shit after running into Chris Argent and telling him about Scott, what he really was. Leading to Scott almost getting run over making him shift, showing who he was to Alison and the hunters, forcing him to run for his life. Derek trapped and not able to help anyone and forced to listen to the screams coming from Lexi, just down the hall. Lexi sitting in a dark, damp room getting beaten.

A/N:

Hello, all my wonderful readers!

Hope you like the chapter, even if I took a dark turn in the end. Hihihi...

Another chapter complete. Only one more chapter then season one is done.

Attention! I was thinking of writing some back story of how Lexi and Stiles meet, some antics they got into, maybe Lexi teaching Stiles and Scott how to play lacrosse... I haven't really decided. Let me know would you like to read something like that or should we just jump right into season 2.

As always hugs and cookies for everyone that follows or have favorite this story.

Til the next time.

- The Bear Wizard

Disclaimer: I don't own the core plot of this story, or the characters from Teen Wolf.