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A story from Derek's POV on Scott through season two. There will be some twists. There will be things that are not cannon and I can already say that it won't end like cannon.

This is written as I wanted season two to look. Reviews are more than welcome.

Chapter one.
The seeds they planted in us.

He still kept an eye on Scott. Even after he had killed his uncle and betrayed the teen, he kept an eye on him. He had almost brought his uncle back to life only to kill him again, when he found out Peter had bitten Lydia. Even in death Peter made everybody's life hell. But there was something wrong. The bite didn't turn her, but it didn't kill her either. The doctors thought it was some kind of virus that had infected her, her body was in constant shook. But Derek knew better, or so he thought he did.

Scott and his idiotic friend, of cause had to check it out and he watched from the corner of a hallway in the hospital, shaking his head as he watched as they snuck into the room Lydia was in and closed the door, very, very slowly, making Derek cringe and wince as the door protested.

S2

He knew Scott was still seeing Allison. Sometimes he saw them in the forest at night; laughing and smiling like they had no worries other than when they got to see each other the next time. Other times he saw Scott run through the forest and towards the town, visiting Allison, always Allison.

He had spoken to the teen once since his betrayal and to say it didn't end well would be the understatement of the
year. Scott had come and yelled his name, the anger that had been in the pups voice made his wolf howl in anger over his own betrayal. Saying that he took his only chance at becoming human again away, and he demanded answers.

"Derek!" he heard the pup yell, anger clear in his voice. He slowly made his way outside and saw Scott stand in front of the house with his hands fisted and eyes glowing golden. His control was clearly slipping.

He knew it was slipping. Scott was still young. The only control he had been taught had been how to keep his heart rate down. He couldn't control his anger. Right now Scott was a danger to the people around him. He needed a pack, he needed an Alpha.

"What Scott?" he said in a mocking tone, "Come to join me?" He saw Scott pull his lips back in a snarl and he shifted fully and moved to jump at Derek. Having counted on Scott to lose control he quickly countered the teen's attack and grabbed his throat to slam the teen down onto the ground , ignoring the grunt of pain he let out, and moved to pin him under his weight.

"This is how fast it can snap Scott. This is how fast you can lose it and kill her, is that what you want to? To kill her? Cause that's what going to happen. You need me and I need you, I can teach you to control the shift better than Stiles can ever hope to do."

It didn't work and Scott continued to struggle against Derek's hold in him, completely lost to his anger and to the wolf begging to be let out. He didn't let go, it would be too dangerous to do it. Getting tired of Scott fighting him, he let his eyes bleed crimson and snarled. The wolf in Scott immediately retreating, leaving Scott panting and starring up at Derek in controlled anger.

"No, I won't join the pack. I can control the shift quite good." The lie was obvious in his voice and Scott knew it. It was clear that he was shocked at how fast he lost it and with one final glare, Derek moved away from Scott and watched as he stood up, giving the Alpha one last hard glare, before he ran of.

It bothered him more than he would care to say that Scott continued to refuse him. As an Omega it would only be a question about time before the Argent's found out about him, hell, Chris already knew about him.
He knew Scott was walking a very fine line between life and death and Derek feared for the young wolfs life, feared that one day he would hear Scott's dying howl and come to see the teen lying with empty eyes, dead and gone.

Or that Scott was going to lose control and the Argent's would put him down. He refused to let it happen, Scott needed to learn control and Stiles was not the one to teach him.

The young wolf's death had featured in many of the older wolf's nightmares.

He had taken duty to watch the teen and make sure he didn't get himself killed but to his own great displeasure he wasn't able to watch the teen all night.

It had been on one of his nightly runs that he stumbled over a new scent. Growling lowly he tracked it to the cemetery and watched as the Omega jumped over one of the diggers and made it crash to the ground, glass shattering, before it continued to one of the graves and started tearing the soil away.

The were-wolf ran as soon as Derek roared, kicking up dirt in the process. He turned around and looked back at the grave and walked over to move it. He quickly became aware of the skyrocketing heartbeat of the young teen that was sitting in the grave, a look of pure fright on his face as he scrambled over to the corner furthest away from the older wolf.

"Need a hand?" he asked and watched as the teen stood up on shaking legs and made his way over to Derek.

The teens name was Isaac, Derek had offered him the bite and told him to think about it and then come back to him with an answer. With that he let the still scared teen walk away.

He shook his head as he started making his way back to the house. Suddenly two scents hit him like a brick wall and it took him a second to remember them.

Scott and the omega. But what he liked even less was that when he reached out with his hearing he could hear the heavy sound of boots hitting the ground.

Hunters.

"Shit," he whispered before setting after the first two scents in a sprint that made the trees blur. He heard the tell-tale of growling and then a whoosh of air. He could hear Scott stop up and turn around to help the omega but Derek could now clearly hear the hunters that had been stalking the omega, closing in on them and he growled in frustration.

He finally reached the clearing and skidded to a halt as he took in the scene. Scott stood at the omega with a panicked expression as he fumbled the free the hanging wolf. Thinking fast, he rushed and tumbled Scott to the ground before quickly standing up and pulling the struggling teen behind a tree for cover. It was too late to run.

He tried to keep Scott still as he growled "It's too late. Keep quiet."

Scott finally stopped struggling just as the hunters came into the clearing. He could sense the younger wolfs fear as they saw a white haired man torment the Omega before picking up a sword. Scott's heart rate skyrocketed and he began struggling to get free as Derek forced him to watch the man swing the sword and cut the wolf in half. They watched as the man, Gerard talked and then left with the other hunters.

He released his hold on Scott and watched as the teen stumbled forward and looked at the omega with a stricken expression on his face. He made his way to stand beside Scott and laid his hand on the teen's shoulder, happy that right now Scott was too parted to shrug the hand off his shoulder.

"This can be how you end if you don't join the pack. You have no support and the Argents know that you're were-wolf. It's just a question of time before they come and cut you in half too." He said it in a quiet voice "Think about your mother. What's she going to do when the police find your body in the forest, cut in half?" He added and by the way Scott's shoulders slumped, he had hit a nerve.

"No, I can't join you." He looked down, his head bowed. The way he stood just screamed 'please help me'.

"You'll just force me like Peter." He looked up and met Derek's eyes, "I'm sorry." He whispered and shrugged Derek's hand of his shoulder. He walked backwards a couple steps before turning around and running.

He stayed where he was and watched as Scott ran away. The scent of his fear and confusion still lingering in the air. He knew where the fear came from and with a good guess he also knew where the confusion came from.

Scott might not want to submit, but his wolf was needed the comfort of a pack, the strength of it.

A howl tore through the night and Derek's head perked up. It was a howl of longing and pain.

When the teen had said he was afraid of Derek using him like Peter had. He was ready to kill his uncle again. His uncle's use of Scott had never sat well with him. He would never force pack, never. And if that was the only thing keeping Scott from joining his pack, then he would do everything to prove that he wouldn't force his word.

He refused to be the one to find the teen wolf dead in the forest, body cut in half.

He made his way down to the old subway station with heavy steps. He still needed to wait on Isaac's answer on wanting the bite. He knew the kid was going to say yes, with a life like that he would have said yes in a heartbeat. But it wasn't his life, not his decision to make.

He looked up when the iron door went up and smiled a little when he saw Isaac's face.

The kid wanted the bite. The building of a pack was starting.

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First chapter done. Please tell me if I should continue. I'm currently writing two other stories other than this one, so if you like it, write it in a review, it will make me update faster.