10/05/2013 Just a few changes, my lovely beta kittiekatt went back and read the previous chapters and pointed out the mistakes. : ) Thank you!
An Alpha's Trust
Chapter 1: What Happened to Common Decency?
"No."
"It doesn't matter if you say no, as I have already called for them. They'll be here within this week."
Derek slammed his fist onto the exam table, denting the metal, as he snarled. "DAMN IT DEATON! I AM THE ALPHA! WITHOUT MY PERMISSION, NO ONE CAN ENTER!"
Deaton continued to clean the medical equipment. "You mean like the Alpha pack? Your rules don't apply to them, Derek, they are human."
"More reason they shouldn't be involved in this, Deaton! We dealt with the Alpha pack!"
Deaton put down the equipment and turned to look at Derek, crossing his arms over his chest. "Have you forgotten that I am a human, Derek? Also, you nearly lost two thirds of your pack during the battle."
Derek scowled. "That's different. You never physically fight. And everyone is alive."
"Trust me, they can all handle it. Either way, they'll be coming soon, and I expect that you and your pack behave."
Derek eyes bled to red with fury ."I don't trust you."
Deaton narrowed his eyes. "And that's your problem. You trust no one Derek, not even your pack. They can help you with your problem."
"It's not a problem if it's working out."
The vet let out a sigh."I'm not arguing with you about this Derek, they will come to help. There have been too many monsters, and it's getting worse. All of your pack has been merely fighting headfirst without plans or knowledge and it can only last so long before someone ends up dead." He turned back to put away the equipment, dismissing Derek "Goodbye Derek."
Deaton barely contained himself from rolling his eyes as the door slammed shut with enough force to rattle the practice. "If you don't come to trust him Derek then there is no one you who can heal you."
-.-.-.-.-
Derek slammed the door to his Camaro roughly, clenching the steering wheel so tightly that the plastic squeaked. He peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a black streak in the wake of his anger, his fangs extended over his lips as a low growl worked its way out of his throat. He roughly pulled his car to the side of road and pushed his head back against the headrest and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes they had returned to his original green tint. He looked up at the ceiling, his jaw ticking. He was trying.
He was trying even when being the Alpha hadn't been his choice; he never wanted this, never even dreamed about it. But he had become the Alpha to stop his crazy uncle from hurting anyone else. Had done it for Laura, had done it so a teenage boy didn't have to unwillingly kill anyone with his hands, he hadn't done it for himself.
If he was trying why couldn't anyone give him a break? Weren't you supposed to generally be encouraging and not pointing out how horrible of job it was he doing? Hell, he knew he was horrible at being an Alpha; he'd probably shamed his family's ancestors with how he was as an Alpha. But could someone at least not point it out in the sheer name of decency? Politeness?
No, because he had a pack full of teenagers and an uncle that could sass more than a teenage girl. Derek slammed his head against the steering wheel; why had that been a good idea?
Oh right, he was high on Alpha power, another reason why he wasn't meant to be an Alpha. What kind of Alpha bites over-emotional, hormonal, angst ridden teenagers?
He sighed, roughly scrubbing his face as he grabbed his phone, texting his pack members calling a pack meeting. He turned off his phone and tossed it onto the passenger side seat and drove back to the burn out shell of his home.
-.-.-.-.-
The pack all stumbled out of the woods to find Derek sitting on the stairs of the old Hale home. Peter scowled. "Couldn't you find a better meeting place? You aren't really helping those murder charges, Derek, or your image with the townspeople."
"The insight of a former comatose patient whose face really shouldn't be seen at all shouldn't speak on image."
Scott fidgeted with his sleeve. "Derek, why'd you call us here? Is something going on?"
Derek took a deep breath. "Deaton called in some reinforcements; he thinks we can't handle all the monsters that have been coming towards us...human help."
Jackson sneered. "Humans? What help could they be?"
"Exactly none, that's why we need to get rid of them. They'll be here within the week. We need to figure out how to get rid of them before they get in the way."
Scott's eyes widened. "You aren't going to kill them, are you? You can't hurt them Derek!"
Derek fought the urge to slam his head against the wall, Boyd sighed. "That's not what he meant Scott, he just wants them gone. We aren't going to hurt them, Derek wants us to scare them away, that's all."
"Oh. Okay, that's fine then. Can we go get pizza then?" Scott said as he smiled.
Derek turned to look at his uncle, exasperated. Peter held up his hands. "I didn't know he'd turn out like this!"
"We need to figure out a plan that will get them out of here before anything happens. If they get a little injured it doesn't matter, so long as they leave. But the injuries shouldn't be life threatening, scarring, or maiming; a few bruises should be enough to get them to go away."
Everyone nodded and left. Isaac awkwardly stood off to the side, he shoved his hands into his pockets. "You coming home Derek?"
Derek nodded and stood. "Come on, I'll treat you to something."
Isaac smiled. "Ice-cream?"
He snorted. "Yeah sure, Isaac."
Scott ran back to them. "What? No fair! I asked for pizza! How come Isaac gets ice-cream?!"
Derek pinched his nose between his forefingers; what kind of sick, twisted entity thought that it was a good idea for Scott to be turned?