A/N Strong Language.
Scenes taken from Season one Episode Six.
He'd been on the beach for hours. Talking to girls mostly. Getting their numbers and playing with them in the sea. Gradually the Groups had to go home. Begging him to call them, Kissing him on the mouth, Knee to knee, their hands against his back. His Pack were at home. He sat on the Beach looking at the waves crashing against the pebbles.
Trying not to think of him...or them.
Brett leaned onto the sand trying to look up at the sky when he heard a noise. Then he smelt, it, that want, that desire. He was prey. Brett got up fast, and started running. He didn't even have to look back to know that he was being followed, a Were, what pack? He didn't know or care.
He ran past the umbrellas, the and empty Hamper Boxes until he noticed a Bonfire that was almost going out. A Brief rub of Sticks and the fire was back to full flames. Brett started running. But he briefly stopped when he felt his Mobile phone beep.
"Shit" Brett said quickly pulling it out, in seconds he was tackled to the floor.
Derek picked him up and slammed him into the sand. The sand Whirled around them like angry vipers. Brett couldn't focus on the Beach Girls anymore. Their smiles or their tans, or their Hot bodies were now just forbidden memories.
He looked at the dark Stain on Derek's clothes, mentally scuttling away from the anger in the leaders eyes.
"Fire? Is that all you've got?" Derek asked.
"You sound Hoarse Mr Hale. It must be from all that smoke" Brett said.
"Keep that up Smart ass, and you're Dead" Derek growled.