A/N
This idea is one I've had for a while. Another AU from episode 5x10 Status Asthmaticus. What if it had been Derek and Braeden that had found Scott and not Melissa? There will probably be a couple chapter, I'm not sure yet.
Deaton will be in the story. I can't remember when he was taken because I haven't seen the first half of season five, (already hated Theo from reading fanfictions where he was a bitch). So in this story Deaton isn't kidnapped.

Chapter one.
Open your eyes darling.

Colour of my eyes.
Red is for power, the highest ranking.
Blue is for the beta, corruption, someone with innocent blood on their hands.
Golden is for the beta, the turned and bitten with no blood on their hands.

They were driving back to Beacon Hills when Derek fell over in the car, clutching his stomach, face scrunched up like he was in pain.

Braeden immediately drove the car into the road side and took hold of Derek's shoulders as the man gasped for air. "Derek? What's wrong?" she shook him gently, trying to make him look her in the eye.

She wishes she hadn't. His eyes showed raw pain and grief and he clutched her jacket tightly as he said with a serious voice, laced with grief, "Drive fast to the school now!" More he didn't say.

"Derek, tell me what's wrong."

His expression hadn't changed, as he looked back up at her "It's Scott."

More she didn't need. Jerking the car back into drive and continued at a pace that would make most police car a run for their money. While driving she looked to her side to see that Derek was still bent over in his seat, clutching his chest and whimpering. What hit her then was that something very bad had happened, because Derek didn't whimper if it wasn't serious. Cursing loudly she pressed the gas pedal even lower and went through all the things that could have happened for Derek to need to go to the school's library in such a hurry. And it wasn't nice things.

He knew he looked collected on the outside, but on the inside Derek was a mess. The pain had hit him like a hammer and it had felt like someone had torn his heart out of his chest. He knew what it was, he knew who it was, and he prayed with everything he had, that he wasn't too late, that he could be brought back.

He had told Braeden where to drive, thankfully she hadn't hesitated much, not demanded any answers that he wasn't ready to give quite yet.

He was gone. Scott's heart had stopped, he was dead, gone. A sudden anger tore through him and he barely held back the snarl that wanted to be released. He was going to kill whoever dared to kill his Alpha, and he was going to do it bloody and painfully.

A voice penetrated his haze of anger. A hand touched his and a concerned voice "Derek. Please calm down, you need to breathe." He took a deep breath, trying to calm the wolf within him.

Looking out of the car window he saw the front of Beacon Hills High School. Looking briefly at Braeden he opened the car door and in a flash he was out of the car and was running towards the library.

Pushing the doors to the library open, he smelled it before he saw it. It was a pungent scent of blood and pain. It was death.

Looking around all Derek saw was destruction. There had been a fight, a very bad one if the damage on the library was anything to go by.

Stepping fully inside the library, he tried to spot him. He listened for a heartbeat even though he knew he wasn't going to find one. When he finally spotted something, or someone, Derek swore his heart stopped fully, because on the floor, at the bottom of the stairs laid Scott McCall.

He ran over to him. Smashing his knees so hard onto the ground he swore he hear his own bones break, Derek took his hands and felt on the boy's neck, hoping for a pulse. When he didn't find one he threw his head back and let out a howl. It was filled with grief. But it was also a promise to whoever had caused Scott's heart to stop beating, that they would suffer a very painful death at his hands.

Hearing a mumbled "Fuck." Behind him, he looked back to see Braeden with her hands covering her mouth, tears in her eyes. She scrambled down to Scott's other side.

She took a deep breath before she started to remove the remains of his shirt, only to rear back in shock. In the middle of the boy's chest was a hole. It was clearly made by claws, killing had been the intend behind the injury. Looking back up at Derek she spoke fast and quietly, "Derek, call Deaton, say we have an emergency." When he hesitated, she yelled "NOW."

Closing her eyes, she started trying to bring Scott back to life. Pumping his chest, feeling his ribs give willingly, and when she breathed air down his lungs his chest rose and fell, but there was still no heartbeat in the ripped open chest. Hearing Derek finish his conversation with Deaton she told him "I need you to gather your hands and hit him in the chest as hard as you can, okay." He nodded and folded his hands.

She hoped it would work. She didn't know for how long Scott had been dead, but he was an Alpha, a True Alpha. She hoped this was in his power.

Hearing Derek mutter she turned against him, to see he lowered his hands down against Scott's chest, only to rear back in chook as the boy sat up and roared out his pain. He fell back on his back and Derek looked over at her "Open the car door." Looking down at Scott after Braeden ran he sighed, shaking his head. He knew Braeden hadn't seen it. Scott's eyes hadn't been red. He had lost his Alpha spark when he died. He would be a beta now.

Shaking his head again he lifted Scott carefully up in his arms, the teen whimpering in pain as Derek let his veins flow black as he took Scott's pain, hoping he could at least offer that comfort.

Turning around and getting one last good look at the room, he promised himself that he would find whoever killed Scott and kill them in return. Because no matter the colour of Scott's eyes, he would still be an Alpha in Derek's eyes, still be a brother he came too late to save.

Running out to the car with Scott in his arms, Derek sat in the back of the car as Braeden turned around to look him in the eye, "Deaton said to hurry, Scott's heart could risk stopping again so keep check on it, okay?" He nodded in return.

"Drive." He growled pressed his hands down on Scott's chest, trying to stop the blood that just kept flowing, "Stay with me Scott." He mumbled.

A/N
Hope you liked it. A little jumpy I think but it will improve in the next chapter. Not to sound needy but I would love a review, doesn't matter if it's good or bad, just come with it.