AN: So quick intro! I really hope you like this fic, I'm currently on season 3B and if this gets good enough reviews i'm going to try and keep this going for as long as I can. I really miss Erica more than I can explain. I just wanted her to come back and be safe and happy so…. This is set right after Boyd dies in 3x07


"Do you think Derek's going to be okay?" Scott lied in his bed, replaying the events of that night. He wasn't there for the alpha fight, but Stiles had made sure to not leave a single detail out. Death was still fairly new to the two; he hadn't even been one of them for a year.

"I don't know man. He was like, shaking." Stiles was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the door. The wet fabric of his pants clung to his ankles, sending a large chill up his spine each time he moved.

"Shouldn't we go over there?" Scott pushed himself off the edge of the bed and took a step closer to the door.

"No, no, no, no, no." In his regular fumbling fashion, Stiles blocked his friend from grabbing the handle. "He told us all to leave. Cora was crying and even Derek man. I told you, he was shaking and… and…"

"Alright I get it." Scott fell back onto his bed with a thump. It was hard for both of them to truly process that someone their age, two someones to be exact, had died. They were young, Erica and Boyd, and just wanted to find their place in the world. Stiles dragged his feet across the rug and plopped by his friend. The two sat in an overwhelming silence, that was filled with remorse. They didn't even have to say a word to communicate. There was nothing they could do about it.

Boyd was dead.


(Derek's Apartment)

It was still dark, but the crescent shaped moon shined through the window of the stilld amp apartment. The tall and built Hale stood staring at his blood stained hands. Everyone was gone, Cora and Peter were burying Boyd next to where Derek had put Erica's body. Every part of Derek wanted to go and say goodbye to the boy who used to be a part of his pack, but the guilt was too strong. He wasn't Boyd's killer, technically, but he sure as hell felt like one.

His pack was hardly one anymore. Two of the people he couldn't help but care for, were dead, because he couldn't protect them. Only Isaac was left, and Derek knew there was a good chance he would get hurt as well. The only thought flying through the dark haired man's mind was inevitable. There was no way he couldn't think like this.

He failed as an alpha.

The echo of a sound at his doorway pulled him from his thoughts. Refusing to turn around, Derek's eyes flicked up to look at the window, directly in front of him. The reflection of his only remaining beta stared back.

"I told everyone to leave." He remained monotone, to cloak the sorrow he was truly feeling.

"I did leave, but now I'm back." Isaac's eyes glanced over to the place where his best friend… his brother died, only a few hours earlier. With a small shake of his head, the boy's eyes looked back up at the back of his alpha's head. "This wasn't your fault Derek." Isaac stood tall and carried a strength in his voice though with every minute that passed, he was closer to breaking down in tears.

"Isaac, go."

"No, I…

"Isaac!" Derek's voice rose to a yell as his body whipped to face the younger boy. "Look at my hands!" He moved them outwards, his lower lip trembling. "This is Boyd's blood, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was yours eventually so go!" Isaac stared, straight faced, at the man, not even flinching by the sudden outburst in anger.

"They were my only friends." Fists balled, and eyes narrowed, Isaac took a step towards Derek. "So don't pretend you're the only one feelings upset and angry-"

"Isaac if you don't leave now I will kill you." Derek's voice was no longer a yell but still remained stern. The two stood there, eyes locked and lips shut. The tension stung them both. All Isaac had hoped for was a new family, but all he got was more despair.

The silence between them was interrupted by a shuffle outside Derek's door. Both of their heads darted up. The sound continued to echo through the room. Their werewolf senses made it easy to pick up the quick beating of a heart, still standing in the hallway.

"Whoever you are, I'd advise you to leave." Derek made sure that his voice sounded strong, intimidating, yet the stranger still stood their ground. Isaac stretched out his claws and took a step closer to the door.

A figure, shadowed by the darkness, turned the corner, evidently weak by the way they held to the door frame for support. Isaac bared his fangs but the figure didn't back down. Instead, they took a step deeper into the musty smelling room. A beam of light reflected from the window onto the stranger's face.

The two men stared, wide eyed at the person they assumed to be a threat, but the clothes, the way the blonde hair fell over the shoulder, the eyes-

It was Erica.

Isaac backed away slightly, his claws no longer out and teeth no longer sharp.

"Erica…" Derek stepped up beside the other boy and analyzed the face of the girl he thought to be dead. Her face was more pale than before, and her previously pink tank top was stained with a dark blood. Derek had seen this exact shirt only a few weeks earlier, when he had found her exactly like this… only dead. There was dirt all across her bare skin, and messy hair. Derek knew she had to have dug herself up, probably terrified out of her mind… if it was even her.

"Derek-" she spoke his name softly before her eyes fluttered closed and she fell from her standing position. Isaac panicked as he outstretched his arms to catch his previously dead friend. The two men stayed in silence, each of their mouths slightly agape as their eyes stared steadily at her face.

"She-" Isaac began to speak but couldn't process the situation at hand.

"Erica's alive."


AN: Sorry this chapter is kind of short, I promise they will get longer as time goes by.