A/N: Changed/ re-arranged some scenes.

He was with Corey, talking about a Comic Horror remake when he got the call. Using his phone, he ran all the way there. Sure he wasn't a sports guy, a Supernatural, a track runner. But he couldn't remember stopping. Even when he reached Lori's body, his feet were vibrating. He patted her and gently tried to lean her up.

"Lori!"

"IM NOT LEAVING HIM! DON'T MAKE ME LEAVE HIM!" She's screaming, shaking bruised but alive and kicking. Mason let's go of her.

"Li, where's everyone,.." He pauses as Liam holds his claws up.

"Scott... I smell him" He sniffing, wondering around in a trance. Deaton's been called but he's nowhere to seen. Mason frowns then spots the empty car on the side of the road. He runs towards it yanking the doors. They're locked. "Shit!" Mason yells.

"Mase move!" Lori said pulling the doors, before smashing her fist through the window. They heave Brett in the car. Mason's smiles as he notices the keys tucked in the silky car door pocket.

"Thank you God!" He starts the car praying that Deaton is at the practice. He's barely parked before Lori jumps out, banging on the door so hard that the frame is shaking. Mason's in the car, tenderly rubbing Brett's hand with his thumb. He moves in-between the car seat and puts the Were's hand against his cheek.

Did he feel a stroke against his face, or was he imagining things?

"What the hell's going on?!" Deaton shouts opening the door. Lori leads him to the car. Both himself and Mason are dragging Brett out of the car and into the clinic. There's no movement in his legs. but Lori holds them up. He's placed on a table. Deaton regretfully wrinkles his nose.

"What happened?"

"The worst!...Everything! Everything horrible! Are you here for a Q and A or are you gonna fucking help!"

"Lori!" Mason hissed feeling like an embarrased parent.

"I understand, guy's help me strip him...please" Deaton said.

They took off his jacket, shirt trousers and socks. The arrow wounds were cleansed and taped, a couple of suction tubes were neatly place against a couple of healthy looking wounds, so they could get rid of the poision.

"He'll need new clothing, familiar items around him. He's extremely weak" Deaton said.

"He'll feel better at home" Lori said patting her brother's head.

"Talking of home...does your pack know?" Mason asked.

"They'll feel something, but...I don't know If I can..." Lori huffs.

"Just tell them the great news. The awesome news can't hurt" Mason said smiling.

Lori sighs, Deaton leads her out with a friend pat of her shoulder. Mason can now hear him outside, giving her advice. The do's and don'ts. What the Alpha will already sense in her voice. For the first time tonight, he looks at him. Really looks at him. Thankfully, Brett's just as he remembered. Tall, pale, and breath-takingly hot as always. Mason runs his hand gently over his matted hair before tears filled his eyes.

"I should have found out sooner...made it my mission to find you. I wasn't focusing. This is my fault, I'm so sorry. I never got to tell you how awesome you were. How you acted like a Super hero avenger everyday. You were literally my Prince Charming, and I'll always desperately love you for that"

Without thinking he leans down and kisses Brett on the mouth.

It's sloppy, `third rate, with way too much saliva involved. He's clean but can still taste blood. He chuckled to himself, he knew that Brett would be the first one to tell him how gross that was.

"That sucked...hard"

"Yeah Brett I know" Mason muttered, standing as still as stone, when he looked down and saw the Were groan slightly, then glow...

Brett smiles and as always, Mason stops breathing.

"LORI! LORI GET IN HERE!" Mason shrieks.

She rushes in, and Mason leaves out of respect.