A/N.
One-shot from 3x6. What if Derek learned what had happened to Scott at the motel.
WARNING: There will be self-harm in this story, it was hard to write detailed because of it was something I did in RL.

Anyway hope you will enjoy.

Did you hear me scream?

He looked down at his body. His wounds had only just healed but he was still arching. Jennifer had left, saying she had business to take care of, he didn't stop her.

He had fallen with Ennis. The bigger man had had him in an iron grip and as Scott had slashed his calves the man had pulled Derek down with him. Closing his eyes ho took a deep shuddering breath. His chest felt tight, like something was very wrong.

From growing up in a big pack Derek knew that pack could sense other members emotions to a certain degree but this had him worried. He grunted as he stood and walked over to the window that overlooked the town.

He knew he should call his pack. Tell them that he was still alive but he hadn't. He knew he should call them but he didn't.

Hearing his phone ring, he walked over and without looked to see who called him, he picked up.

"Derek." Was all he said.

Heavy breathing sounded on the other side of the line and Derek immediately knew who had called him at this time of night.

"Isaac?" He said, his tone soothing and demanding at the same time.

"What's wrong?"

His heart started to race when he didn't get an answer.

"Isaac!" His tone was firm, demanding an answer.

"Derek, you need to get to the train station now!" Isaac's voice left no room for argument, letting Derek know something was very wrong.

He didn't ask why cause Isaac came first "It's Scott," was all he said and the line went dead.

Breathing heavily Derek starred at his phone. Scott. As he had fallen he had seen the look that covered the beta's face but he had also seen something else. When Scott had clashed with Ennis his eyes had turned Alpha red. At first he had thought it had been a trick of the light but he knew it wasn't. But first he had to go to the old hideout.

As his car skidded to a halt he saw Isaac waiting on him. Getting out of the car he schooled his face to expressionless. He was getting a mere nod from his beta who walked close up to him.

"Before you go down there I have to tell you a few things first." At Derek's nod he continued but sat back inside the car, Derek following.

"At the way to the track meeting Scott's side was still slashed from the twins." He looked away from Derek, his mind lost in the past. "He was getting weaker and weaker. It got to the point where he was bleeding back blood." The cub's voice sounded broken. At that point Derek's heart stopped. Bleeding black blood was never good, not for a werewolf and he winched in sympathy. Dreading what Isaac was going to say next.

"He was refusing to heal because he thought he had killed you. Allison saved him." Isaac took a deep breath before whispering, "But for a moment. For a moment he was gone." The beta's voice broke and Derek couldn't blame him.

Closing his own eyes he inhaled deeply, "There's more."

Isaac nodded. His face was full of pain.

"When we held in at a motel, everything went to hell. There had been powdered wolfs bane in coach whistle and he used it a lot." Taking a steadying breath he continued, his voice full of grief.

"All of us that were werewolves began to hallucinate. It was bad for all of us. Boyd tried to drown himself, Ethan tried to saw himself over, and I hid under a bed because I thought my father was still alive. Stiles and Lydia found a way to bring us out of the trance. We all tried to kill ourselves Derek," he muttered.

Clenching his fists he knew he didn't want to know anymore but he knew he had to in order to get to Scott and help him. Now that he listened closely he could hear howling from the underground, he didn't need to ask who it was. He knew it. It was Scott. He could hear the pain and suffering in his howls, it was overpowering.

"But when we found Scott on the parking lot, he was holding the last flare in his hand. He was soaked in gasoline and he was holding a flare," Isaac choked out. Derek reached out and laid his arm around the crying wolf. He didn't want to know more than he already did, "What happened Isaac?" He asked, his voice steady but his heart was racing.

"When we had tried to kill ourselves we didn't talk, but it was different with Scott. It was clear that he was affected too but I think a part of him really wanted to die, a part of him had gotten enough."

By now Isaac was rocking back and forward in the car seat, tears running down his face. Derek didn't want to know how he looked himself. He knew that no tears covered his cheeks, but on the inside his wolf was howling in anger. He had let down a pack mate; despite Scott had left the pack Derek still saw the teen as pack. He had expected him to be strong and look after himself when he was just a kid who grew up too fast. He had let him down.

Bowing his head he took a deep breath and sighed. Scott had almost died because he thought he had killed him, had almost burned himself because he had finally gotten enough. But so had Derek, he was done being the shitty Alpha. He needed to fix this.

"Take me to him." He demanded.

Isaac dried off his tears and looked at Derek.

Following Isaac down the metal stairs, Derek almost flinched at the howl. It brought forward the Alpha in him, his eyes flashing red as they continued down the stairs.

When they reached the bottom of the stars Derek stopped.

In the middle of the room, on the concrete floor was Scott, he was curled tight together in a ball, Boyd by his side and when Derek stepped closer he saw or rather smelled it. Scott was bleeding heavily and Boyd was holding his arms in an iron grip, mumbling comforts into the whimpering and howling wolfs ear.

Upon entering Boyd looked up and Derek's eyes locked with his.

Boyd bent down and said to Scott, "Scott, someone is here to see you." His tone was even, soothing, betraying no emotion at all.

Being released Scott looked up. The expression nearly brought Derek to his knees, a whimper escaped his lips. Scott's expression quickly changed from shock and grief to a glare that could kill, murder was clear in his eyes.

His scent giving of a tang of pain, loss, grief and so much anger.

His lips curled back in a snarl. He refused to believe what they told him. He knew Derek wasn't alive, he had killed him, had seen him lie lifeless on the escalator. He knew this was some sick trick the Darach was playing on them. This wasn't Derek.

Fake Derek growled a warning to the two other wolves, telling them to stay back.

He couldn't hold it back anymore, he jumped on the other, trying to pin him under his weight. But the other wolf was stronger and faster, and he was still weak after the motel.

Fighting Scott was too easy. Pinning him under him was even easier. It could hardly be called a fight. Snarling and pulling his teeth close to the pained wolf, he felt him sag as he let out a long whimper and a whine.

Shaking his head as a scent surrounded him and snorting he realized what it was, gasoline, and Scott was reeking of it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when a broken voice asked "Derek." It was horse from screaming and crying but it gave Derek some comfort.

Suddenly the cub's heart started racing at an impossible speed and it took Derek a second to react. Calling out to other he said "Leave us." He didn't listen for a reply but turned his attention back to Scott.

The teen's heart was beating too fast. With a firm grip around the cub's chin, he pulled Scott's eyes up so they could meet his, his voice commanding "Scott listen to me, you need to calm down, okay. I'm here now and I won't leave again."

His eyes were crimson. He needed Scott to calm down, fast.

A howl tore through the air and suddenly Derek found himself locked in a embrace by the younger wolf, tears wetting his shoulder.

Scott was sobbing uncontrollably, heaving like he was drowning after air.

Derek took a deep breath; again he was assaulted with the strong scent of gasoline. He remembered Isaac telling him that Scott had doused himself in gasoline, a flare in his hand, ready to kill himself because he had finally gotten enough of everything.

"I should have been there for him," he thought.

He took Scott in his arms and carried the crying teen into his old layer and laid him down on his old sleeping space. He could still hear the teen's heart beating, still too fast for Derek's liking.

Forcing eye contact with the beta, he let his eyes bleed crimson.

"Scott, listen to me, listen to my heart. I'm still here I'm still alive. You didn't kill me, I'm still here,"He kept saying over and over again to the broken and whimpering brother.

The teen pulled away from him and broke the eye contact.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He rocked back and forth as he hugged his knees close to his chest. Without a warning the wolf screamed "YOU'RE NOT REAL!"

The too strong scent of blood filled Derek's nose again, and he looked down at Scott's arms. The teen was scratching his arms so deeply that the healing couldn't keep up and the blood was flowing.

With a snarl Derek gripped the teen's arms and tried to peel them from each other before the boy did more harm to himself than he had already done, but it was no use, his grip was too strong.

Scott's claws bore so deep into his skin that Derek was afraid he would hurt the young wolf if he took the hands away by force.

"Scott." His voice was laced with command, the word of an Alpha, he knew not even Scott could refuse to obey it.

The teen looked up at him, his eyes golden and teeth bared. As soon as he meet the eyes of the Alpha he whimpered and the wolf pulled back, eyes dimming to a dark brown and the fangs retreated to canines teeth.

Happy with the reaction, he again tried to take the tee's arms away from each other, the claws still stuck in the skin.

He curled his fingers around the wolfs wrist and slowly started pulling all while he mumbled "I'm real, I'm real, I'm not going anywhere, I'm not leaving," over and over again.

With a sigh from the young lupine, he was slowly able to loosen the iron grip the teen had in his arms, shuddering at the sound it made and the blood that followed. Not letting go like Scott had clearly expected he let his veins flow black as he took the pain from the teen.

"I should have been there for you, I could have prevented this from happening," he said, not really speaking to anyone but himself.

"You couldn't have done different Derek." A voice sounded from behind him. "He was already broken." It was Isaac.

"I could still have saved him," he replied the other teen as he removed his hands from Scott. the teen wolf had fallen asleep, too stressed to keep up with everything that happened around him anymore.

He looked down at him. He could see the bags under his eyes, the lines that ran over his face, he had been put under too much stress.

It was his fault, his alone.

"Is he going to be alright now?" Isaac asked, he had moved over to stand by his Alpha's side, trying to support him.

He looked up at the other teen. Also there he could see bags under the eyes and tears had made his eyes red and his cheeks wet.

"When did you get back?" He swallowed thickly as he waited for an answer.

"We had been back for three hours before Boyd told me to see if you were still alive and then get
you here." Isaac looked at his friend, his brother, "He had been howling ever since we got here, screaming holy hell. He put up a fight serval times."

"We'll fight for him."

With that Isaac left and the Alpha stayed to watch over his broken brother, wowing that he would always protect him no matter the cost.

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