Season 3, Episode 1: Tattoo

It was almost a full moon, I noted. I could see the glow of the moon from the outside of the dusty window, right through the glowing letters that said; Tattoo.

Oh God, Papa Stilinski is going to kill us if he ever finds out we were here. Which he will – find out, that is. Because he's Papa Stilinski.

"Well," The tattoo artist said, his voice deep and although amused, also slightly annoyed. "It's a good thing you drew me a picture."

My brows rose as I only saw Scott smirk sheepishly. The tattoo artist huffed and walked forward as Stiles annoyingly touched every single damn object in the room. He avoided the needles, though, for obvious reasons.

(He was a pussy.)

"Hey Scott," Stiles suddenly spoke up, turning around to show him a tattoo in the album. "You sure you don't want something like this?"

I walked around him to see him pointing to a tattoo design of a giant lizard. I chuckled but still sent him an annoyed look. But stil, ouch.

"Dude." I hissed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I couldn't help but picture Derek's reaction if here were right now. He'd probably smirk ever-so-slightly, look down and then avoid my glare like a scolded puppy.

"Too soon?" He asked, nodding as Scott smiled slightly. "Yeah…"

As Stiles went on talking about the permanence of these tattoo's and Scott once again told him he wasn't going to change his mind, I walked around the tattoo parlour and looked at the designs littering the walls. One caught my eye.

And then I felt it; it was almost a physical thread pulling me towards the black artwork. I let my pointy finger wander down the design, already wondering what it would look like forever printed on my body. Biting the corner of my lip, I spared Stiles a look and snatched the design off the wall.

Oh well. YOLO.

Stiles' expression changed drastically as he heard and saw the needle. Without a blink sent his way, I watched as the idiot collapsed. Thank God I wasn't graced with the gene of being absolutely terrified of fucking needles. I almost felt bad for my twin, but let's face it, the guy was a total pussy when it came to this stuff.

With Stiles still passed out on the floor and Scott staring at his now bandaged arm, I stepped forward with a sheet of paper.

"Hi, can I have this?" I asked sweetly, batting my lashes at the bald man. He chuckled. "What?"

Scott was beginning to complain as the tattooist grabbed the design from me. "How old are you again?"

"Eighteen." I lied quickly, sending him another smile.

"Oh my God, your Dad is going to kill you…" He trailed off before he looked me straight in the eyes, a panicked look on his face. "No, no. He won't kill you. He'll kill Stiles. And me. And-"

I shared an exasperated look with the artist before I sat down and took my jumper off. I was wearing a white training bra beneath the light material of my jumper and pointed to my shoulder blade.

"I want it here."

He nodded sharing another look with me as Scott mumbled on incoherently.

"I can't believe you let my little sister get a tattoo." Stiles huffed angrily, pouting like a child.

"I'm your twin, dickhead."

"I came out of the womb first, idiot."

"So? I can beat up a werewolf. You still play lacrosse like a pussy."

We noticed Scott hissing in pain from beside us as he stared down at his bandaged arm.

"It kinda burns." He stated and I rolled my eyes. He was meant to be a werewolf and he acted like the tiniest pressure of a needle would break him. Sure, mine ached too, but I wasn't about to vocalize it like he was currently doing.

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times… with – with a needle."

"Yeah.," Scott breathed out. I looked at him in concern now. "I don't think you're supposed to feel this." He added, facing me. I shrugged at him in response.

He groaned again as Stiles and I shared a look and stared at him in concern. The brutal expression on his face told us that the pain intensified and with the limited knowledge of what werewolf plus tattoo meant, I was growing uncomfortable.

Derek had plenty of tattoo's but my attempt at finding out what they meant and how he got them were to this date futile.

Stiles was groaning, hiding his face in the crook in his arm as he protested against Scott wanting to rip the bandage off. I watched with wide eyes as the tattoo dissolved into the angry redness of his skin.

"What the fuck?" I asked desperately. I've faced worse, but this shit was just verging on crazy. Permanent ink just disappeared.

"It healed."

No shit, Sherlock.

I was suddenly very thankful I never took the bite from Peter Creeper Hale.

After being ignored by Lydia and Allison and Lydia's car being promptly destroyed by a fucking deer or whatever the thing was, we all left silently. We dropped Scott off at home while Stiles and I raced upstairs. He was about to win when I grabbed his leg and threw him off the last step, causing his head to collide with the floor and bounce back painfully.

Yikes. Concussion coming right up!

I laughed in his face while he exclaimed vivid, nasty words. "You bitch!"

"You kids stop it. Now!" Dad yelled from downstairs and I stuck my tongue out at my twin as he looked at me in pure annoyance before he smirked suddenly.

"I'm gonna tell him." He whispered, smiling evilly.

My eyes widened before I glared at him. "Tell him and I'll tell him that I caught you sniffing the detergent."

His face dropped. "I – I didn't mean to. It was the…"

"Not my fault you forgot to take your meds you hyper little bitch."

He scowled at me. "I will tell him, Alex and you'll be grounded i."

I was suddenly made aware how ridiculous we must have looked. We were casually lounging on the stairs, both lying down as I pressed my twins face against the carpet. He was trying to slap my hand away but my strength surpassed his. Courtesy of Derek and his training sessions this summer (and his wonderful, wonderful body which was curtly used as inspiration).

"Tell who what?"

My heart dropped as Stiles took the opportunity to slap me on my shoulder blade. He was about to run off but he only got held down again as I grabbed his feet. I punched him in the shoulder and made him yelp like the little bitch he was.

Dad was watching us patiently, knowing that if he intervened, we were only going to continue until Stiles had a broken nose or a split lip. Once we calmed down, Stiles faced Dad happily, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Well, you see…" He trailed off as I grabbed the back of his neck and dug my nails into his flesh. He clenched his eyes, his voice wheezy as he spoke in a rush. "Alexgotatattoo."

A moment passed before Dad's face went red. "Y-you what?"

Stiles laughed and finally got the chance to run off. I heard him talk animatedly on the phone with Scott as I looked up to see Dad looking at me with a stern look and an unhealthy-looking red face.

Fuck.

Slowly, my bottom lip jutted out as I looked at him from under my lashes. My dark hair was still clouding my face but I could tell my hazel-green eyes were slowly getting to him as he began to relax.

"Daddy, don't be mad." I said childishly as I stepped down to stand next to him.

"Alex, stop making that face." He said. "No, stop it. You're grounded!"

But seeing as he didn't particularly mean it, I hugged him quickly. He groaned, knowing I was getting my way. Again. At least this wasn't the time I was telling him I was hanging around an ex-supposed murder as he taught me to fight amongst many other things.

"One of these days, I'm going to have a heart attack. I swear… I will Lex and then you won't be laughing and pulling those faces."

I giggled, inwardly smirking.

I could hear Dad berating Stiles and Stiles protesting all the way from downstairs. Stiles was my ride, and if we didn't leave right now, we were going to be late for the stupid assembly this morning.

"Stiles!" I yelled angrily as Dad walked down the stairs, kissing me on the forehead and also leaving. I heard twins footsteps and glared at him, annoyed.

He looked me over, narrowing his eyes. "Dad is really letting you wear that?" He asked, pointing to what I was wearing.

Tight, black jeans, black vans and a white loose tank top. Although, I gotta give him credit too. The tank top was so loose it showed off my bra at the sides beneath my armpits and the back was more a racer back than anything. It showed off my new tattoo, the swelling gone which I wasn't exactly complaining about but it was strange.

I winked at him as he sent me an annoyed look, grabbing a nearby apple.

"I do what I want, twin. You should know that by now."

"God." He groaned as we climbed into this shitty jeep. "You need to stop hanging around with Derek."

We were walking to class, me trailing behind the two as I thumbed away on my phone. Neither knew I had kept in contact with Allison and Lydia over the summer.

"You wanna ask for help from Derek?" Asked Stiles, still probably annoyed at the comment from this morning. "Why?"

"He's got that tattoo on his back." Scott reasoned. I mumbled incoherently under my breath, agreeing with the werewolf. "There has to be a way to do it without healing."

The two walked off and I spotted Allison and Lydia chatting by the lockers as Lydia scanned the hallways. Probably perving on the freshman, the slut. I love her.

"Allison, I love you…"

"Oh God, did I just ruin some Allydia proclamation of love? Oh no, let me just…" I said, joking. The two ignored me and I waited for Lydia to finish her speech.

"…So if you need to do that thing where we we're talking about me and pretend that we're not actually talking about you, that's totally fine," Allison shook her head, chuckling. "But, I don't want a boyfriend. I want a distraction."

She leaned against the lockers and searched around the hallway just as the doors opened again and in walked two tall figures. They caught my vision instantly. Holy shit, fuck me sideways.

Allison looked at them too, a little confused at first before her look changed to one of appreciation as Lydia licked her lips.

"Brothers?" Allison asked faintly.

Lydia smiled, shrugging. "Twins."

Holy shit… they were hot. While one was staring blankly ahead of him, one smirked. In the fleetest moment, his eyes skipped to mine and he winked, continuing to walk until they passed us. Allison nudged me playfully as Lydia pouted.

"I don't usually call dibs…"I trailed off, fixing the pout on my face as I looked at my redheaded (shut up, Stiles, she's a fucking redhead you idiot) best friend. "But - you know."

She rolled her eyes, lacing her arm through mine and looked at me out of the very corner of my eye. "We'll see who can get him first, then."

"Deal!" I snorted but I knew this little deal was all in good fun. If Lydia really did want the dude, I was going to back off. However, Lydia was very fleeting with her relationships lately and I had much more fucked up emotional trauma going on in my personal life to throw myself into a serious relationship.

Allison spotted my tattoo and Lydia looked fascinated with the rune ink on my shoulder blade.

We walked into our first class and I took a seat next to Lydia who smiled cheerily at me. My heart clenched a little in familiarity. This was the smile Lydia and Allison used to smile way back last year, before all this bullshit started happening.

I just wanted to grab those two and cuddle them until they felt safe and warm. And maybe cuddle Derek too, because the dude deserved a good cuddle (and if that cuddle included a lay in the equation, I wouldn't complain either).

Scott and Stiles, of course, wouldn't get the treatment because they were my bitches. I wasn't a softie in the least, but something about those three just screamed 'fragile' inside my head and I wanted to protect them against all evil.

And wow, that almost sounded poetic.

I watched as Scott drooled over Allison, who looked a little startled but still smiled. My phone, along with everyone else's vibrated and I shared a look with Stiles. Here we fucking go with the creepy shit again.

Some pretty woman walked in, quoting exactly what was in the text. She was tall and pale, with brown hair and a smile on her face as she turned to us.

"This is the last line to the first book we're going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

I groaned a little as a few other people did. The wicked gleam didn't go unnoticed by me as she stared us down. Something was up with this bitch. Hmm.

The lesson was going back slowly as I wondered where Isaac was. His absence went unnoticed by Scott and Stiles but I'd be damned if I forgot about the puppy dog with the bluest eyes I've ever seen.

Allison was passing a note to Scott and I saw him nod. I let myself smile a little. I loved those two together and I was still patiently rooting for them to get back together. Scott got called out of class following the event and I rolled my eyes, sharing a look with my twin.

"Hey, Lydia," Stiles whispered after a while and Lydia looked to the side slowly. "What is that? Is that from the accident?" He asked, pointing at her bandaged ankle.

I furrowed my full eyebrows at that as I leaned closer.

"No, Prada bit me." She said a little reluctantly. Understand dawned upon me but of course, twin was stupid. Alas, that made me wonder why exactly her normally sedated dog was taking a chunck out of her.

"Your dog?" He asked surprised. I slapped my forehead.

"No, my designer hand bag," She said sarcastically. "Yes, my dog." Nodding at him like he was an idiot, she looked back at her book.

"Has it ever bitten you before?" He continued the conversation, and when Lydia shook her head, Stiles continued. I listened up. "Okay, what if it's the same thing as the deer? You know, how like animals start acting weird before an earthquake or something?"

Lydia looked interested for a second as she looked right at him. "Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?"

"Or something. Maybe it means something is coming." He said. "Something bad."

Oh God, no. Please, no. Not again.

"It was a deer and a dog." She said, this time a little thoughtful. "What that thing you say about three's? Once, twice…"

Something else quickly gathered my attention as I heard the window being hit. When I looked over at the blood and feather placed on the glass, I groaned. Here we go again.

Everyone looked around as the teacher walked towards it. Dozens of black birds made its appearance as everyone stared. Blankly facing the window, I went to reach out for Stiles. It was instinct – protecting your twin. Knowing what was about to happen, I braced myself for the impact.

The crashing of glass sounded through the room as the teacher yelled for us to get down. I threw myself over Lydia and Stiles as they tried to cover themselves as much as they could.

I felt the beaks, claws and glass hit my back and head but I ignored the pain, focusing on protecting my friends.

I heard Lydia cry out and my arm pushed her head further underneath me as I kept my eyes shut, willing my body to not run from the assault.

When the attack finished, we climbed over the desk. I huffed out a few painful breaths, my neck aching profusely. I was still holding onto Stiles' arm as we looked around, seeing the class in ruins and feathers lying around everywhere along with some dead birds. I felt like barfing, but I kept it down.

It was lunch and Scott still hasn't returned. After we paid a visit to the school nurse, we all lined up in the cafeteria. Allison, Lydia and Stiles were already sitting along with Danny. Three spots were free at the table. Mine, Scott's… and Jackson's.

I tried to ignore the jab of pain in my gut. After all, Jacko was my friend too.

"Hey, you want that muffin?" Someone in front of me asked as I pouted at it, seeing it was the last one.

I looked up to see chocolate eyes and a smirk. Oh. Oh, sweet baby Jesus; it was one of the twins.

"Um… I… Yeah." I said softly, confused.

"I'm Aiden," He spoke, reaching out to shake my hand. Which I ignored.

"Can I have that muffin?" I asked instead, pointing to it. My feet scuffed against the floor as I grabbed a salad and an orange juice.

He looked confused, probably not used to being rejected. "That depends… can I know your name, beautiful?"

Oh, how I hated that flutter in my chest. "Maybe… will you give me that muffin?"

He looked surprisingly pleased at my attitude. "Will you tell me your name if I do?"

I looked at him mischievously as I leaned forward, trying to stare him down even though he was a head taller than I. "Well, that depends, Darling. You're going to have to earn that. And I'm not easy."

I began to walk away as he called out after me. "Don't you want the muffin?"

I smirked, turning around again to show him the muffin on my tray. "Yeah, thanks."

The surprise on his face only lasted a second. I ignored the looks Stiles was sending me and the guy – Aiden as the twin mouthed two words. "Game on."

After Isaac had been rescued by Derek and Scott, we all gathered at the old Hale house. Stiles was reluctant but I honestly didn't mind. I hadn't seen Derek for over two weeks as he was… 'busy' and I was falling behind in my training. I had no one to spar with because Scott was too scared to fight a girl and Stiles was, as I have before stated, a pussy.

Alas, I wasn't going to complain. Sparring was mine and Derek's thing; I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Before he faced Scott, his eyes met mine. I ignored the way he dropped the gaze instantly. There was a pinch of guilt mixing with the butterflies in my stomach and I suddenly felt like an idiot standing next to him so I twiddled my thumbs.

How being around Aiden made me feel so powerful and flirty in contrast to feeling meek and exposed around Derek made my head spin.

However, I understood why. I was playing a game by giving Aiden attention. It was all a staged play. I was in control. With Derek – I had no control.

Zilch.

"Oh, I see it. Two bands, right?" Derek said softly as he looked at the skin of Scott's arm. I was dying to show him my tattoo. I bet he'd be proud. "What does it mean?"

"I don't know.. uh – It's just something I traced with my fingers." Scott answered softly as he traced the design on the dusty table. Everyone watched him.

"Why is it so important to you?" Derek asked as Stiles and I shared a look and then looked at Scott.

"Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?" I ignored Stiles jab and listened to Scott. "In Samoan, it means open wound. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of… a reward."

"For what?" Derek asked, his voice soft. He seemed to understand Scott as Stiles only stared on. Realization hit us twins so suddenly then.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer," Derek nodded as my heart clenched. I felt for Scott. "Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants… and four months later, it still hurts. Still feels like a, um-"

"Like an open wound." Stiles and I said at the same time. Derek's eye twitched but he didn't comment. He hated when we did this.

"Yeah." Scott said a while later, lost in thought.

Derek reached behind him for the tool, telling him that it would hurt more than anything he's ever felt.

Scott was murmuring some words but I only stared. Derek taught me to be strong so I held my head high. Stiles got ordered to hold Scott down as Derek embeded the tattoo back on his arm. Scott passed out within seconds, awaking minutes later as Stiles and I stood near the doorway.

After Scott and Stiles chatted for a few minutes and Derek put away the tool, I stood there, looking at the freshly painted door.

What the hell?

"You painted the door," Scott called out. Derek looked up, an 'oh shit' look crossing his face. "Why did you paint the door?"

Although no one else noticed the panic fleeting across Derek's face, I did. I always did. I knew Derek like the back of my hand. "Go home, Scott." He answered back simply.

But Scott didn't listen as he spoke. "And why only one side?"

Scott began to scratch the paint off as Derek walked closer, his legs blurring with the fast movements as he called out Scott's name.

"How many are there?" Scott asked as he guessed what Derek's been hiding from us. I was still a little confused along with Stiles, wondering what he meant.

"A pack of them," Derek said after a while. Stiles looked annoyed as my heart clenched. "An Alpha pack."

A pack of Alphas? Was that even possible?

"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles asked. He seemed much calmer than someone who was meant to be worried.

I mean, sure, I was calm on the outside, but I was already planning to rip Derek's balls off for not telling me about this.

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called… Deucalion." He said. "They have Boyd and Erica… Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months."

I shut my eyes, feeling the rage burning behind them. I hated Isaac right now. Peter wasn't a surprise but how could those two keep it from me? How could Derek not trust me?

Oh, right.

"How do you deal with an alpha pack?" Scott asked while I faced away from the three, feeling too disgusted with one of the Alpha's to be even facing their direction.

"With all the help I can get."

Suddenly, Isaac sat up. He was ruffled and sleepy but also worried. "Where is she? Where's the girl?"

"What girl?" Derek asked for us.

Something told me this was only the beginning of this upcoming disaster.

Sooooooo, there is definitely something going on between Derek and Alex but can anyone guess what it is? Althogh this story will feature Aiden/Alex scenes, this is primarly a Derel/Alex story so do not worry, my Darlings. Reviews will be much appreciated and signed in reviewers will get a preview for the next chapter! Cheers x