A/N

I have attached the trailer but I know sometimes it doesn't work so here's the link:

http://youtu.be/6NhfYwxLZJE

Or you could just search up my channel name

literalydia

And find it on there :)

~

Stiles groaned. "What?"

"What? What do you mean, what?" Scott asked Stiles as we walked up the road.

"I mean what. And you know what, what" Stiles said.

Scott frowned. "What, what?"

"That look you were giving" Stiles pointed out.

"I didn't give a look" he defended.

"Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott"

"What look?"

"The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party" Stiles replied.

"It's not that. It just seems weird going to a different high school's party" Scott shrugged.

"What? Would you- oh my god, one drink, all right?"

"You'll be fine" I reassured. "Stiles and I went to nursery school with this girl"

"Yeah, and she promised to introduce us to all of her friends" Stiles added. "So tonight, no Allison, no Lydia.
Tonight, we're moving on"

"You're right" Scott said.

"That's right I'm right"

"Moving on"

"Onward and upward"

Scott took a deep breath. "Let's do this"

Stiles grinned. "That's what I'm talking about" the two of them hi-fived and we headed up to the door.

Scott looked at Stiles and I.

"How's my breath smell?"

I scrunched up my nose. "I'm not smelling your breath"

"Do you have any gum?"

"No" Stiles and I replied in unison.

"No gum. You're fine" Stiles said as we walked closer.

"Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?" Scott asked.

"It's her birthday" I replied, opening the door.

"Stiles! Alex!" Heather came running over to greet us.

"Hi" I waved.

"Hey" Stiles started. There's the birthday gir-" he cut off when Heather crashed her lips to his.

My mouth fell open in shock, as did Scott's.

"So glad that you made it" She smiled at him and then at me.

"Me too" Stiles mumbled, looking incredibly shocked.

"Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine" Heather grabbed his hand and dragged him away.

Stiles blinked rapidly before muttering "Yes"

Scott and I both turned to each other.

"Did he just-"

Scott nodded. "I think he did"

I bit my lip, looking around the party.

"You know anyone here?" Scott asked.

I shook my head. "Nope"

He sighed and looked down at his phone.

He stared at it for a moment, looking confused.

"What's up?"

"Allison and Lydia are here"

"What?"

Scott grabbed my hand lightly and we made our way to the door and outside.

"This isn't the talk we were gonna have, is it?" Scott asked Allison as we approached her and Lydia.

He dropped my hand.

Allison shook her head. "I need to show you something"

She held her arm out and I noticed a bruise that looked a bit like a pattern.

I frowned.

"What's that?"

~

"I don't see anything" Derek said to the two girls.

"Look again" Scott said.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?"

"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same" I pointed out.

"It's nothing" Derek crossed his arms over his chest.

"Pareidolia. Seeing patterns that aren't there" Lydia said. "It's a subset of apophenia"

Derek glanced at us.

I sighed. "They're trying to help"

"These two" Derek frowned. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic Uncle. Thank you" Derek looked at Lydia. "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack" he glared at Allison.

"Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction" Stiles tried to reason with him, earning him a death stare.

"My mother died" Allison spoke up.

"Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me" Derek said.

"That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you" Allison shook her head.

"You wanna help? Find something real" Derek said before leaving the room.

All of us turned to look at each other. Nobody spoke until the bell ring for class.

"Um, we better go" Stiles said.

I didn't hesitate and followed him straight out.

"Okay, what would a pack of alphas want with Erica and Boyd?" Stiles asked.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure it's them they want"

"Okay, what, like Derek? Like they're recruiting?"

Scott stopped walking and looked over at something.

Stiles gave me a puzzled look and I shrugged.

"Hey, Scott" he said. "You coming?"

Scott turned his attention back to us.

"Yeah, sorry"

The three of us headed to class and took our usual seats.

"The stock market is based on two principles" Coach started. "What are they?"

Scott immediately raised his hand.

"Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?"

"Uh, no, coach, I know the answer" Scott said, looking slightly embarrassed.

Coach burst out laughing but stopped when he saw Scott's serious face.

"Oh, you're serious"

"Yes" Scott answered. "Risk and reward"

"Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better" Coach grinned.

I looked over at Scott and laughed.

"Does anybody have a quarter?" Coach asked. "A quarter.

"Yep" I heard my brother mutter.

He took his hand out of his pocket, holding one up.

I looked down at the floor to see an XXL condom packet.

I almost choked.

Coach bent down on the floor and picked it up. "Stilinski, I think you, uh You dropped this"

I covered my hand with my mouth so that I didn't die of laughter.

Stiles opened his mouth and said something incoherent before taking the condom packet from Coach.

"And congratulations"

I snorted and burst out laughing, as did the rest of the class.

"Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward" Coach said. "Okay, watch coach" he stood back and threw the quarter, which landed perfectly in the mug.

Everyone clapped.

"That's how you do it!" He exclaimed.
"Okay. Danny. Risk, reward"

Danny looked at him. "What's the reward?"

"You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow"

"Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it" Danny pointed out.

"Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really" he said. Then he turned to Scott.

"McCall. Risk, reward. The risk: If you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop/the the quiz.
And and you have to write an essay.
Risk, more work. Reward no work at all. Or choose not to play"

"But isn't this just chance?" Scott asked.

"No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience all factors affecting the outcome. So what's it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?"

Scott looked at the quarter before placing it back on the desk.

"No play" Coach said. "Okay. Who's next? Who wants the quarter?"

My brother slapped his hand on the table and stood up excitedly.

"There ya go! There's a gamblin' man! Come on! Step up, step up" Coach clapped. "All right, Stilinski"

Stiles took the quarter from coaches hand and stood and aimed for the mug.

The door opened and dad walked in with a deputy behind him.

"Stiles" he said.

Stiles wasn't listening. "Yeah, coach, I got it"

"Stiles" my dad repeated.

My brothers eyes widened and he slowly looked up.

Scott looked over at the door and I saw him frown.

"What are they talking about?" I whispered.

"Your friend Heather" he said, still staring intently at the door.

"What?"

He snapped his attention away from the door and back to me.

"She's missing"

I froze, feeling my heart sink.

The sound of Coach's voice brought me out of my trance.

"Yes reward!" He yelled.

I looked back over to the front of the classroom to see Danny cheering for himself.

"Alright who's next?" Coach asked, his eyes scanning over the class. "Greenberg, put your hand down, you don't have a chance"

~

"So you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" I asked with a frown.

"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers" My brother replied.

"But what would a pack of alphas need with a beta?" Scott questioned.

"Scott, I don't know. I don't care. All right? This girl. Our moms were best friends before mine died, all right? We used to take frickin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her" Stiles said.

I smiled sympathetically at my brother.

"Then we need Isaac to remember" Scott said.

"How?" Stiles said. "Peter and Derek couldn't do it. You know any other werewolves with a better trick?"

Scott nodded. "Maybe not a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about 'em"

~

"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly...comfortable. But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance-like state" Deaton explained to Isaac who was currently preparing to get in an ice bath.

"Like being hypnotized" I said.

Deaton smiled.

"Exactly" He then turned back towards Isaac. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind"

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott asked.

"Very slow" Deaton replied.

"Okay, well, how slow is very slow?" Derek said.

"Nearly dead"

All of us looked up at Deaton.

"It's safe, though, right?" Isaac asked nervously, putting his hand in the water and wincing.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Deaton said.

"No. No, not really"

I heard a slapping noise and all of us simultaneously turned around to see Stiles with a glove on his had and a dorky smile plastered on his face.

"What?" He asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes at my brother and turned back around to face Isaac again.

"Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this" Derek said.

Isaac shook his head and pulled his shirt over his head.

Okay, wow.

I shook my head at myself, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks, and then I shrugged off my jacket as I stood around the ice bath.

Isaac started to step in, shivering at the cold. He took a deep, shaky breath and climbed into the tub.

The five of us pushed him under and he almost immediately sat up, starting to transform.

"Get him back under!" Deaton commanded.

We pushed him back down.

He sat up again, shouting.

"Hold him!" Derek said to us.

"We're trying!" Derek shouted back.

Isaac soon stopped struggling and thrashing and we let go.

He slowly rose to the surface.

"Now, remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out" Deaton whispered. "Isaac. Can you hear me?"

"Yes. I can hear you" his voice sounded haunting.

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that all right?"

"Yes"

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again" Deaton said.

"I-I don't wanna do that. I don't I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that" he started to thrash about in the water and we held him down again.

The lights started to flicker, making all of us look up.

"Isaac, it's all right. Just relax. They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory" Deaton said calmly.

"I don't wanna do that" Isaac repeated. He started to move about some more.

"It's all right"

"I don't wanna do that" Isaac tightened his grip on the side of the tub.

"Relax. Relax. Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?" Deaton spoke slowly.

"It's not-it's not a house" Isaac corrected. "It's stone. I think marble"

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty, so empty"

"Like an abandoned building?" Deaton asked. Isaac paused. "Isaac? Isaac?"

The lights flickered again.

"Someone's here" he whispered. "Someone's here" he grabbed Scott's wrist.

"Isaac, relax"

"No, no, no, they see me, they see me!" He started to struggle against us again.

"Just memories. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax. Relax" He stopped moving again. "Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything" Deaton said

"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises"

"Is he talking to Erica?"

"I think so, I can't- I can't see her, I ca- I can't- I can't see either of them"

"Can you hear anything else?"

"They're worried. They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're gonna hurt each other" Isaac said.

"If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart" Derek pointed out.

"Isaac, we need to find them right now" Deaton said. "Can you see them?"

"No"

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?"

Isaac jolted upright, gasping for breath.

"They're here" He whispered, fear written all over his face. "They're here" he started to move again.

"It's all right" Deaton soothed.

"They're here" He shook his head.

"Just tell us-" Deaton started.

"They see me. They found me. They're here!" Derek, Stiles, Scott and I hurried to push him back down again.

"This isn't working" Derek said. "Isaac, where are you?" He yelled.

"I can't see them. It's too dark!"

"Just tell me where you are" Derek demanded.

"I can't see!" He exclaimed.

"You're going to confuse him" Deaton reminded.

"Isaac, where are you? Just tell me where you are" My brother rushed.

"His heart rate. He could go into shock" Deaton warned.

"Derek, let him go!" Scott yelled.

"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?" Derek shouted.

"There's a body" Isaac said, his voice shaking. "There's a dead body. It's Erica. It's Erica!" He jumped forwards and we all stepped back from the tub. "It's a vault! It's a bank vault! I saw it! I saw the name"

We pulled him out of the tub, wrapping a towel around him. "It's, uh b-beacon hills first national bank. It's, um it's an abandoned bank, and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault" Isaac rushed.

Then he noticed the expressions on our faces.

"What?"

"You don't remember what you said right before you came out of it, do you?" Stiles asked.

"No"

"You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it" Stiles said.

"What body?" Isaac looked at me.

"Erica" I spoke up. "You said it was Erica"

~

Derek shook his head as he paced up and down the room. "She's not dead"

"Derek, he said, 'there's a dead body.
It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation" I pointed out sarcastically.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Derek argued.

"Someone else, obviously" Stiles said.

"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle" Scott suggested. "Okay, the one who saved you" he looked at Isaac.

"No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was in the vault with Boyd was" Isaac said.

"What if that's how Erica died? They, like, pit them against each other during the full moons and see which one survives. It's like werewolf thunderdome" Stiles said.

"Then we get them out. Tonight" Derek said determinedly.

"Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in" Deaton said.

"If Isaac got in, then so can we"

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?"

"We need a plan" Scott said.

"How are we gonna come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" I asked.

"Uh, I think someone already did" Stiles spoke up, reading from his phone. "Beacon hills first national closes its doors three months after vault robbery" he looked up at us. "Doesn't say here how it was robbed, but it probably won't take long to find out"

"How long?" Derek questioned.

Stiles laughed. "It's the Internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes"

~

"Boys. Alex" I heard someone say. I groaned groggily and started to open my eyes.

"Hey, time to wake up. Guys! Guys!" I quickly sat up, upon realising it was my dad yelling.

"I got to get to work. You three get to school"

"Dad! Heather?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No, nothing yet"

Stiles' face dropped and I sighed turning back to the boys.

"Ten hours and nothing" I said.

"We're gonna find something" Scott reassured.

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead or Boyd any less about-to-be-dead" Stiles said, collecting up pieces of paper.

"Well, we still have time" Scott argued.

Stiles sighed. "Is this whole, like, 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing a part of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?"

"Uh, not if it doesn't work"

I shrugged. "No, it works"

I looked over at Scott but a newspaper near him caught my eye.

"Stiles" I grabbed the paper up and showed him the picture of our dad outside the bank.

Stiles' eyes widened and he ran out of the room.

"Oh, dad! Dad? Dad!"

~

"Okay. You see this?" Stiles pulled open a map. "This is how they got in. It's a rooftop air conditioning vent. Leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here" He circled the word vent. "Okay? One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft. Now, that space is so small, it took him about 12 hours to drill into that wall, which is stone, by the way. Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys back on the roof through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom" Stiles explained, rather quickly might I add.

"Can we fit in there?" Scott queried.

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely. And they also patched the wall, obviously, so we're gonna need a drill of some kind. I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit-"

Derek cut him off. "Look, forget the drill"

"Sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" Derek asked.

"What do you-what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?"

"Yes, Stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall" Derek, sounding extremely and utterly done with my brother.

"Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf-" Derek made a fist. "Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this?-" Stiles placed his hand in front of Derek's fist. "That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co-" he punched Stiles' hand and he fell against the table, clutching his arm in pain. "Ah" he stumbled off away from us, shouting out in pain.

Scott and I gave Derek a 'wtf' look.

"He could do it" I heard Stiles say.

"I'll get through the wall. Who's following me down?" Derek said.

"Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet, and honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking at very good odds for yourself" Peter said.

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?"

"One of them is already dead"

"We don't know that" Derek argued.

"Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed" Peter shrugged.

"Could someone kill him again, please?" I asked with an eye roll.

"Derek, seriously? Not worth the risk" Peter crossed his arms, leaning back against the stairs.

"What about you?" Derek turned to face Scott.

"Yeah, if you want me to come-" Stiles started.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Not you"

"Scott" he pointed at Scott.

I couldn't help but laugh at my idiot of a brother.

"I don't know about Erica. But if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something" Scott said.

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes.

"We have to try" Scott continued.

Derek looked at me with his eyebrows raised.

I opened my mouth to speak but Stiles cut me off.

"There's no way she's coming"

"Stiles-" I started but Scott cut me off.

"He's right, Alex. Just stay behind"

"But Allison's been teaching me. I'm getting really good. Let me help" I pleaded.

"No" Stiles and Scott said firmly in unison.

"If she wants to get herself killed, just let her" Peter rolled his eyes.

I glared at him.

"Fine. Whatever" I said, feeling irritated but upset at the same time.

They don't believe in me.

~

"I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked" Stiles said, staring out of the window.

"I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over" Peter said.

Stiles shot him a look.

"You think Erica's really dead?" I wondered aloud.

Peter rolled his eyes. "You think I really care?"

"I just I don't understand the bank, though, okay? Wha-like, why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?" Stiles said.

I laughed. "They're werewolves, not bond villains"

"Wait a sec. Wait a sec. Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens" My brother said.

"Wolf dens?" Peter and I questioned simultaneously.

"Yeah, wolf dens" Stiles shrugged. He turned to Peter. "Where do you live?"

"In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods"

"Whoa, really?"

"No, you idiot" Peter sighed. "I have an apartment downtown"

"Okay, fine, but still, that just proves that there's something up with the bank. And why wait around for the full moon, huh? Why not just kill them whenever they want to?"

"Maybe they think it's poetic" I suggested.

"They've already had three full moons to be poetic" Stiles pointed out.

Hang on a second.

"Guys" I spoke up.

"And here you've only had one full hour to be so annoying" Peter commented. Then his eyes widened, like he'd realised something.

"No, go ahead, finish what you were saying.I'm an-I'm annoying. What were you gonna say there?"

Peter sat up, slowly just as I'd started to speak.

"What are the walls made of?" I asked.

"What? Uh I don't know, like, wood and brick or-" Stiles looked around the room.

"No, the vault. The vault walls. What are they made out of?" I said, heading over to the map.

"Where would it say that?" Stiles asked, looking over my shoulder. "Doesn't say anything" I said.

"Where-where would it say the materials, the type of stone?" Peter questioned, standing beside us.

"Oh. Oh, hang on" My brother pulled out a stack of papers. "Yeah, here, hang on. Here. It's gotta be in there"

"There, that's it" I spotted the word.

Hecatolite.

"Hecatolite. Is that awful? That sounds awful" I said, biting my lip nervously.

"Get 'em on the phone" Peter snapped.

Stiles and I stared at him blankly.

"Call them. Now!"

"Okay, why?" Stiles questioned as he whipped out his phone.

"'Cause Boyd and that girl aren't gonna kill each other" Peter said. "They're gonna kill Derek and Scott"

Stiles quickly dialled the number and I heard it ring a couple of times.

"Stiles, now is not the best time" I heard Scott say.

"Scott! Scott! No, listen to me, okay? Look, you gotta get outta there" Stiles rushed.

I grabbed the phone off of him.

"Look, the walls of the vault are made with a mineral called hecatolite. It scatters the moonlight" I explained quickly.

"What does that mean?" He asked.

"Look, it keeps the moonlight out, okay? They haven't felt the full moon in months" I said.

Peter took the phone from my hand.

"Okay, think of it like the gladiators in the Roman colosseum. They used to starve the lions for three days, making them more vicious, more out of control. Deucalion has kept them from shifting for three full moons, diminishing their tolerance to it.

"Scott, they're gonna be stronger" Stiles said.

"More savage, more bloodthirsty, Scott, they're the lions. They're the starved lions, and you and Derek just stepped into the colosseum" Peter continued.

"Derek, we got a problem, a really big problem" I heard Scott say.

"Cora?" I heard Derek reply.

"Who?" Scott questioned.

"Cora?" Derek repeated.

"Derek, get out. Get out now" I heard another voice say.

"Scott?" I asked. The line started to go fuzzy.

"Hey, Scott! Scott!" I yelled out.

"No. No! Wait!" He screamed.

I heard growling on the other end of the phone.

"Scott!"

Stiles snatched the phone back off of me. "Scott? Scott, are you hearing this?"

I heard horrible and awful sounds from the end of the line.

"Scott!"

The line went dead.