Hello again, everyone! Long time no post... oops. Anyway, I am back in action after having terrible writers block during college, my muse has sort of come back?! Yaay! I am going back and re-reading, editing, and finally finishing up the Sequel to Unlikely and Unexpected! Which if you haven't already read you should totally do that here... s/7291786/1/Unlikely-and-UnexpectedYa kinda can't read this story without the other.

To all the followers, reviewers, and readers of Part 1... WELCOME BACK! I appreciate you all for all the encouraging words over the last 5 years, as they made this Dequel possible. I am hoping that in posting this, it will hold me to finally finishing this story that I have had swimming in my head for the last 6 years... god I am old. Well, without further ado...

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The last words Derek had spoken cut Alexa to her core. She was his now. Those words rang like a bell in her head. She had heard them before, but not from Derek.

Alexa snapped back to reality as she heard Derek growl behind her. Alexa watched as everyone left. Allison left with her father Chris, while Scott watched on with Stiles and Jackson. Then they, too, left.

Alexa was left alone with Derek… before tonight she would have thought this to be a good thing, but he had changed. The new power that came with becoming the Alpha was changing him, and who knew if it would be permanent.

Alexa felt the pain in her ribs returning, but the tears welling in her eyes weren't because of the physical pain. She laid her head back onto the wood floor, feeling herself drift away. She felt her eyes beginning to get heavy, and wondered if letting the darkness consume her was the best thing. She had been trapped once, and she could never go back.

"Alexa," Derek said, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek.

Alexa turned away from his touch.

Derek growled at her, but Alexa didn't respond to it. She knew how to deal with Alphas… it had been awhile, but she still remembered. She hoped this phase with Derek would pass quickly, she didn't know how long she would be able to take it. But that's what was different about him, she wanted to stay with Derek, she wanted to try and change him back. She wouldn't run unless all hope was lost.

She gave in, turning her face to meet Derek's hand. She could see the same pale green eyes that she loved so much, and that look of worry and uncertainty in his eye. But there was something else in his eyes, it was almost like hunger, like he was craving her.

That sent a chill down Alexa's spine.

Derek must have seen it because he said, "Let's get you inside."

Alexa nodded, as Derek decided which side would be the better approach. Right or left? Her right leg was broken, but her left arm was broken too. Derek decided the left, that way her broken leg wouldn't be pinched, and Alexa's almost useless arm wouldn't be flopping around.

He walked around to her left side and crouched down. He placed one arm under her arms, and the other under her knees. Alexa hunched up and grabbed Derek around the neck with her good arm. It was a little awkward, but Alexa was preparing herself for the pain that would arise when Derek picked her up.

Alexa felt the pause before Derek tried to pick her up, she held her breath. He lifted her off the ground, and the pain returned. She let out soft whimpers, trying not to show Derek that she was in pain. He seemed like he was trying to be gentle and Alexa didn't want him to think he was hurting her.

Alexa felt a wave of comfort come over her as Derek carried her up to his bedroom. The pain was still there, but it seemed to slowly dissipate. She felt exhausted, and let her head rest gently onto Derek's shoulder. The smell of his leather jacket was calming. She looked up at Derek's chiseled features, she let the arm that was around his neck slip down into her lap.

Alexa realized that she was about to blackout from pain. She had all the symptoms that she had learned while in an Anatomy class at Bowdoin: traumatic injury, two actually, the pain was almost gone now, and her vision was beginning to get fuzzy.

Alexa tried to fight the coming darkness, but found she didn't have the strength. So as she stared up at Derek darkness closed in around her.

"Alexa?" There was a pause. "Alexa!"

Alexa awoke from her short nap in the nurse's station. She was still wearing her ER Technician scrubs from the previous night shift at the local hospital.

"Alexa, you can't sleep while on duty."

"I know, it's just I pulled another double today, and besides Shauna, my shift ends in…" she looked down at her watch, "five minutes."

Shauna gave Alexa another look. She was the head nurse and had helped mentor Alexa when she started at the hospital as a new ER Technician. Shauna helped Alexa get accustomed to procedures and protocol in the ER.

"Sorry, Shauna. Please don't tell Dr. Niemiec."

"Na, go back to sleep, Alexa. I'll wake you if anything comes up," she said sweetly with a smile.

"Thanks, Shauna. You're a lifesaver."

Alexa had just gotten comfortable again, feet propped up on the counter, when a shout came from the ER waiting room.

"Help! Can somebody help me!" A male voice yelled.

In an instant, Alexa was awake and alert. She jumped out of her chair, and gracefully leapt over the counter of the nurse's station in a single bound. She entered the waiting area and saw a tall man with short, dark, spiky hair holding up another man who had messy blonde hair with brown roots.

"Michael?" Alexa said, looking at the blonde haired man.

"You know Michael?"

"Yeah, he's my best friend. What the– never mind. Let's get him to a room."

Alexa went over and hooked Michael's other arm around herself. She lead both men to a room, and motioned for the dark haired man to set Michael on the gurney.

Alexa looked Michael over. He had a puffy lip and eye, two cuts, one above his left eye, the other below his right eye. They were bleeding, but not too badly. His knuckles were all scratched and bloody.

"Michael, did you get into a fight?"

"Lexi? Oh hey," Michael said, putting a charming smile on.

"Come on, Michael… what happened?"

"Nothin', I just tripped." Michael was obviously drunk and lying.

"Sure, you did. So what happened?" Alexa turned and asked the other man.

"Well, we were at a party, and Will, I think was his name, said something, and Michael just lost it and punched him in the face. He was doing pretty well until…"

"Until what?" She asked infuriated.

"The other hockey players joined in."

Alexa sighed, and shook her head. "So what did Will say?"

"Something about how he… well, he did it with some girl… Lex –" But then Derek remembered what Michael had called her. "I… uh…"

"Don't worry. Will's been telling everyone that we hooked up. Ha, not in his lifetime. Michael, you should've known better." Alexa turned to her friend.

"Well, even if it isn't true he's still spreading a lie about you," Michael said, trying to justify his actions.

"Who cares? I sure as hell don't. I don't care what people think, as long as my friends and I know the truth."

"Well did you?" He asked quietly.

"Michael!?" she chastised. "How could you ask that? Remember how long it took me to just kiss you? It was almost six months, and that was after we started dating."

"Wait, you two are dating?" The dark haired man asked.

"What? No, that was almost two years ago. And who are you anyway?" She asked confused because she thought she knew all of Michael's friends.

"Oh… um, sorry. My name's Derek." He held out his hand.

"Is there a last name with that?" Alexa took his hand firmly and shook it.

"Hale." Derek said, but he seemed to regret saying it afterwards.

"Well thank you, Derek," she smiled. "You saved Michael, I don't know what I would've done."

"Probably cried," Michael interjected.

"Oh shut up!" She nudged Michael on the shoulder. "I'm going to keep him here at least until he gets patched up and I'm off, so I can take him home to sober up."

"Me too." Derek said.

"You don't have to-"

"Yeah, I do," he stated quickly. "I'm staying with Michael. He offered me his couch for a few days, until I get settled."

"So you two are old friends?"

"No, we just met, tonight actually at Maxxie's Bar. Michael was the bartender on duty and I was a lonely guy at the bar so we started talking. We hit it off, he offered me his couch, and then Michael invited me to a party so I went. Lucky I did, too."

"Yeah, lucky."

Alexa came back to consciousness. She didn't know how long she had been out, but it had been at least a few hours. It was almost daylight now, the sun turned the sky a beautiful orange. She was lying on the bed, only a light blanket to cover her. Alexa thought about trying to move, or at least trying to see how her leg and arm looked, but decided against it.

She pondered on her dream, that was the first time she had met Derek. All because of Michael. She wondered what he thought had happened to the two of them. Derek left, and then a few weeks later she had disappeared, dropped out of school, and deferred medical school. That was two years ago; Alexa hoped that Michael went to Case Western, and cleaned himself up a bit. She hoped he was on his way to being a doctor, a pediatrician actually. It's what he had always wanted.

She thought about that for a long time. Michael had loved her, and she was sure that even when she left he still had feelings for her. The pain she had caused him… Perhaps one day she would find Michael and thank him for everything. He had been a great friend, he had opened up Alexa's heart again. Although she had called it off after realizing that it could never work, with her being a werewolf and all. She hadn't been ready to tell Michael, and probably never would be.

Alexa laid in bed, the pain only a dull ache. She decided to take a look. If her limbs weren't hurting as bad as before then they must be almost healed, right? Wrong.

As Alexa pulled the covers back, she saw that her jeans had been cut up the side so her leg could be seen better. And the sight was even worse than before. Her limbs were all black and blue, and it was obvious that they weren't going to heal themselves in the positions they were in.

At that moment, Derek walked in. Alexa presumed he checked up on her on a regular basis, since the look on his face was in shock when he saw that she was awake.

"Alexa," he said surprised.

"Derek, I need a doctor," she tried to get up, only to wince and fall back to the bed.

"No, it's fine, let me fix them."

"And how many broken limbs have you set?" Alexa asked concerned.

"None… but I did fix a dislocated shoulder once for my sister."

"Not the same. If you don't get it right, things will only get worse."

"Well, I'm the Alpha, so I get to say what you do. And you don't get to go see a doctor." Derek sat down on the bed, Alexa winced in pain from just the slight movement.

"Which one's first?" Derek asked.

"Neither." Alexa was being stubborn, something Derek hadn't seen in a long time.

"Fine then…" Derek paused in contemplation. "I choose your leg." Derek grabbed Alexa's leg in a flash. Alexa tried to stop him, but the instant the pain started she couldn't think straight. Alexa thought about how much it hurt just from Derek grabbing her leg, she hated to imagine how it was going to feel when he tried to 'fix' her leg.

Alexa screamed in pain, and anger. She tried to claw at Derek, but he only shoved her back down onto the bed. Alexa knew what was coming, she knew that no matter how hard she tried, the pain would knock her out cold again.

Alexa braced herself, trying to prepare herself for it.

Snap.

As Alexa's vision started to return, she heard the strong beat of music. It was two years ago, at a Sigma Epsilon Fraternity party, only a few days after Derek had saved Michael. That night was the first time they had danced together. It had happened just by chance. He was standing like a loner at the edge of the mosh pit, a beer in his hand. And she was a forever grateful friend, since Derek had saved Michael. So she had decided that earned him the rare chance to dance with her.

Alexa wasn't much of a grinder. Never had been. Alexa was more of an old fashioned dancing kind of girl. Hell, the first time she had ground on a guy was with Michael back in freshman year when she still had a crush on him.

Alexa decided to pull him onto the dance floor. She took his beer, downed it, and then set the empty bottle onto the table. Alexa then grabbed Derek's hand and began to lead him to the dance floor. He hesitated a minute, but after some gentle coaxing, he came with her easily.

At first, Alexa thought perhaps it was his first time, but honestly with a face and body like his, how could it be?

"I wanted to thank you for helping Michael a few nights ago." Alexa took his hands in hers, and she started to dance in front of him.

"I was just doing what any good Samaritan would do."

Alexa laughed; she had used that word back in the ER. But she couldn't tell if he was fooling around with her, though Alexa had a feeling he was.

He began to move in time with Alexa, and as the song kept playing, they moved closer and closer together. What could Alexa say? He was attractive… hell, more than attractive. He was golden, and as far as she knew, he was free.

As they got closer, their legs began to intertwine, and each had one of their legs in between the others. Their hips grinding in unison. Alexa moved her hand up to his shoulder, the other to his hip. She felt both of Derek's hands move to her lower back. Such a gentleman, Alexa thought, most men would have gone straight for her ass by now.

But this definitely wasn't his first time grinding. As their bodies moved together Alexa noticed how in unison they were, it was different than any other time she had danced with a guy. He was letting her set the pace, he wasn't the one forcing her to move faster, or dance here, or dance this way.

Alexa rested her head on Derek's shoulder, and she realized he was the perfect height. Her head rested easily on his shoulder, and she could hear his heart beating through the shirt. As they danced, the song slowed and faded into the next song. Alexa had never meant for this to go on more than a song, but something just felt right when they were dancing. So Alexa figured she would give it one more song.

They picked up their dancing, their bodies were glistening with sweat and radiating heat like the sun. His smell was intoxicating to Alexa. It masked the smell of booze and body odor that normally filled her nostrils when she was in a Frat party. No other guy had made her feel like this before. It was like bliss. The feel of Derek's hands moving from Alexa's back to her hips sent chills up her spine.

Alexa decided to change things up, and started getting lower and lower. She wanted to see how talented, and strong Derek was, test his endurance. He followed her without hesitation. It was like he knew what Alexa was thinking, because they stayed low to the ground for a little bit. But Alexa's legs soon began to burn, which was a shock because she had to make the move back up to standing instead of the guy. He had the endurance of a champion.

Once back standing, Alexa pulled her head from Derek's shoulder, clasping her hands behind his neck. She leaned in closer, and let their foreheads touch. They danced, staring into each other's eyes, a smile appearing on both their faces. But as they stared longer into each other's gaze the smiles faded. Alexa knew what Derek was thinking… he wanted to kiss.

Funny thing was, so did she.

Derek closed his eyes, leaning in, but leaving the last few inches up to Alexa. She paused, but then, without thinking, closed the gap between their lips.

It was soft, and warm. It just felt right, like Alexa was meant to be there with Derek. They had stopped dancing by this point, but they were still in the middle of the dance floor. But neither of them cared. This was officially Alexa's first dfmo… or 'dance floor make out'. Michael and Alexa had kissed a few times, but not until a few months after dancing and going out.

This was so spontaneous, it wasn't Alexa. She was a meticulous person, who planned everything out to the tiniest detail. And yet she didn't care. In that moment, she felt like she was in heaven.

As the kiss lasted longer and longer, Alexa's heart skipped a beat as she realized what she had done. What she was feeling, and the feelings Derek was returning. Alexa couldn't let this happen. She removed her hands from around Derek's neck and pushed his chest away, causing their lip lock to break.

Derek looked at Alexa with worry and confusion.

"Was that too fast?" Derek asked.

Alexa laughed. He asked if that was too fast and yet she had been the one who let it happen.

"No. We just… I just can't do this." Alexa gave Derek one long last look and then pushed her way through the endless group of people. She found Michael sitting upstairs of the frat house talking with some other friends.

"Michael, we need to leave."

"Why?" He asked, obviously way more drunk than Alexa, and waving a red Solo cup in her face.

"Because you have work tomorrow morning and won't be sober by then even if we leave now."

"Then who cares?"

Alexa hated when Michael got this way. "Because if you show up drunk one more time to work you'll be kicked out, and then how do you expect to pay for med school?"

"Ah, who gives a shit! This summer is about celebration. We both got into med schools, all we need to do now is finish up senior year."

"Yeah, and to do that we need to be alive for senior year. Now come on! You've had enough." Alexa grabbed his Solo cup and set it on the table.

"Such a buzz kill."

"You have way more than a buzz Michael."

"You should drink more, and just relax." Michael tried to suggest.

"If I drank more then who would take care of you when you got crazy-black-out-only-speak-Spanish drunk?"

"Good point. Alright Lexi, let's go." Michael rose from the couch and used the wall as support as they walked to the front door of the house.

Alexa liked that Michael did whatever she asked. She knew he liked her, but Alexa had gotten over him after sophomore year. He got too drunk, way too often, and danced with any girl he saw. Alexa was sure he would be a good boyfriend, and probably husband someday, just not right now.

As Alexa shoved Michael out the door of the frat, she looked back to see Derek running up the stairs. He was probably looking for her. No matter how much Alexa wanted to go back to the place she was with him just a few minutes before, she couldn't. Not with her problems, not with her life. She was better off alone.

But as Alexa shut the door and walked down the stairs, it felt like something was missing from her now. Her heart was telling her she was making a mistake. That this could be the one, but her head, even buzzed as it was, told her it was a bad idea.

Alexa's eyes fluttered open, as she woke from her latest dream… well memory. Her head pounded, and Alexa tried to rub her head, but found that her hand was tied to the head board.

"What the –" Alexa began as she tried to get up. She noticed that her good leg was also tied down.

"Lay back down." Derek's firm hand pushed her back down on the bed.

Alexa looked at Derek in anger. She hated being bossed around, and Derek knew that. Or at least, the Derek that Alexa had met and fell in love with had known that.

"What the hell are you doing?" Alexa's voice was stern.

"Alexa, I got some help." Derek's hand left Alexa's chest as he checked her restraints.

"And a good thing too," a new male voice said.

For the first time Alexa realized that Scott and the vet, Dr. Deaton, were seated in a chair next to the bed. A bag was on the bed, and he was putting on some blue latex gloves. And it occurred to Alexa, that the only reason the vet would be there was if her leg… oh god. She looked at her leg, and it was still a horrific black, blue and green color, swollen, and obviously still broken. Alexa slammed her head into the pillow with a loud sigh. At least now she was going to get decent medical treatment, and hopefully this would be the last time anyone needed to 'fix' her leg.

"I wish you had called me sooner Derek. This does not look good," Deaton stated matter-of-factly.

"I didn't realize it would take her this long to heal," Derek snapped.

"She got into a fight with Peter, an alpha at the time. With multiple broken bones it takes a while for them to heal, perhaps a week if I can get them set correctly." Deaton remarked.

"Wait if you're going to set my fractures, I want Scott to leave." Alexa didn't want Scott seeing her this way. She knew it was going to be impossible not to scream, and she wanted as few people as possible to see her so vulnerable.

"But…"

Derek growled at Scott flashing his red eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving." Scott sulked out of the room.

Dr. Deaton took two of the white towels he had brought with him and slipped them under Alexa's leg. It hurt, a little, but he was surprisingly gentle, and seemed to know where to, and not to touch.

"Alright, Alexa. This is going to hurt, so…" Dr. Deaton motioned to Derek, who took a small hand towel from the bedside table.

"Oh, no, you don't, Derek. I will not be –" But the rest of Alexa's sentence was cut off and muffled, because Derek shoved the towel in Alexa's mouth. She tried to spit out the towel, but Derek kept his hand over it. Alexa groaned, trying to convey how unhappy she was about this.

"Derek, are you ready?" Deaton asked.

Derek nodded, got up, and pressed Alexa down onto the bed. He looked into Alexa's dual colored eyes, and saw an icy stare.

"On the count of three…" Dr. Deaton stood up so he could get better leverage. "One… two… three…" Dr. Deaton pushed Alexa's knee back into place.

Alexa's muffled scream was heard through the towel. She struggled against Derek and the restraints. Her eyes watered up, as she continued to scream into the towel.

Alexa relaxed, the pain now only a severe throb. Tears were about ready to stream down her face, but she willed them away. Derek let go of Alexa. They both thought it was over, until Alexa felt shooting pain up her leg again.

Dr. Deaton was feeling the knee joint, probably to make sure that it was in the right place. He stopped, and looked up in dismay. "I think I may need to set it again. It's not in the right place."

Derek looked back down at Alexa, who simply nodded. She knew her knee needed to be set correctly if it was ever going to heal, and the sooner that happened, the sooner she could get up and walk again.

"So, I'm going to displace it again, and then pop it back into place. But that should do it."

Derek held Alexa down again.

"One…"

Derek adjusted himself so he could immobilize Alexa better.

"Two…"

Alexa took one last deep breath in, preparing for the pain.

"Three..."

AN: I hope you all enjoyed the beginning of one final journey. As always, any and all reviews, follows, or PM's are much appreciated.