Derek's Anchor

Author's Note: Takes place post season two.

Chapter One

Room 307. The hand slid the card key into the electronic lock. A green flash was seen, followed by a click. The man in black stepped into the dark room. He flicked the light switch, illuminating an old face, yet there was a determination like steel in the features. Gerard Argent threw down his suitcase and sat down on the motel bed, collecting his thoughts. How had his master plan failed? He'd had it all worked out, but Scott had turned on him. Damn Scott McCall. He would pay dearly for betraying him. Derek would pay, and so would Stiles Stillinski. All of them. He'd been so close to eternal life, so close to absolute power. The night's events replayed in his head.

Derek had been stooped down next to Jackson. He had given Jackson a mental command to attack the alpha. Scott had restrained him, and Derek had given him the bite. Immortality would have been his if he hadn't been unknowingly taking Mountain Ash capsules.

Gerard's fingers clenched into a fist as he thought once more of Scott's treachery. He'd be damned if Melissa McCall wasn't dead by dawn's first light. That in mind, he took a gun out of his suitcase, loading it with bullets. He might be dying with cancer, but he wasn't dead yet. Besides, he still had Plan B, the other plan that Derek and his pack wouldn't be able to guess at in their wildest imaginations.

ooOoo

"Mom you remember Derek," Scott said smiling.

Melissa McCall scowled at the alpha suspiciously.

"He's one of...you, isn't he? What's he doing here?"

"Mom we have to keep you safe," Scott told her. "Gerard's going to try to kill you."

"Allison's grandfather?" she asked with widening eyes.

"That's him," Stiles said affirmatively. "Old psycho. Likes to play with guns..."

Derek scowled at him, shutting him up immediately. Melissa sighed and folded her arms.

"Alright. I guess he can stay. Just tonight."

"Thanks mom," Scott said, hugging her. "Just want you to be safe."

She smiled at him and went up the stairs to get some sleep. Scott looked at Derek and Stiles. The alpha also turned his gaze on Stiles, and the teen opened his mouth confusedly.

"Right," he said, walking toward the front door.

He opened it and Erica, Boyd, and Isaac came in, walking past him.

"Oh," he laughed, shutting the door. "That's what."

"Can you hush up?" Derek growled. "This is a pack meeting. We need to decide what to do about Gerard. No one seems to know where he is, and I can't track his scent."

"Allison might be able to..." Scott began.

"No way!" Derek snapped at him. "We are not involving the Argents. How can you still trust her so easily after tonight? She could have killed us all."

"I hate to say this," Stiles said. "Derek's right. Far as I'm concerned, Allison's lost my trust and my friendship. Her crazy grandfather took me hostage in their basement, and nearly beat me to death. Boyd and Erica saw it."

"Right that settles it," Derek said gruffly. "Stiles come here."

The boy's eyes widened. Had he spoken out of line again?

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm going to bite you," Derek told him.

"Wha!?" Stiles exclaimed. "No way! Keep your fangs off me wolf boy."

"Have it your way," Derek shrugged. "Its your loss if you get hurt so bad you die."

"Stiles I think you should," Erica pressed him. "Think of it. You can have superhuman speed, strength, hearing."

Stiles folded his arms and gazed into space for several moments.

"I'm not sure okay?" he told them. "Give me more time."

"Fair enough," Derek spoke. "Its his decision. We need to discuss Gerard. He'll try to kill Scott's mom the minute one of us isn't around. Even one of us might not be much good against him. He's an experienced hunter."

ooOoo

Gerard leaned against the outer wall of the McCall residence stealthily. He could see Derek and his pack through the living room window. If he was too loud they'd hear him. He might have just the thing. Get the job done silently, yet deadly. Maybe he could even get Derek and the rest of them in the bargain. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small plastic container. Two little red bugs were crawling around inside of it. These babies were rare Peruvian Mountain Centipedes. Scott's mother would be dead before any of them knew what had happened. He crept over near the back door and opened the container, watching the bugs enter the house through the crack under it. Smirking, he silently slipped away.

ooOoo

"Hey I'm gonna go get some water," Stiles told them all.

He slipped into the kitchen and clicked the light on.

"Ow," he muttered.

Did something bite him? He checked his arm, not seeing the little red bug under the light switch on the wall. He took a glass from the cabinet. His hand began to shake and he dropped it, the glass shattering over the floor.

"Stiles?" Scott called from the living room.

Stiles began gasping for air and gripped the counter. His vision swam before him, as his stomach felt like it was on fire.

"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed, rushing forward to catch his best friend as he passed out.

The rest of the pack came in and saw.

"Derek help him!" Scott pleaded. "I don't know what's wrong."

The alpha stepped forward and stretched his hand over the teen's arm. He hissed and pulled it back.

"Some kind of poison. I can't heal it without drawing it into myself."

"No!" Scott said, shaking his best friend. "We need my mom."

They went and woke her. She looked at Stiles, who had started to turn deathly pale.

"I don't know what to do," she said sadly, shaking her head. "What was it? Do any of you know?"

Derek couldn't shake the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes took in the sight of Stiles dying silently, and the bile rose in his chest. He had failed someone else. Stiles had saved his life. It was his turn to save him!

"Damn it all!" he growled, rushing forward.

He grabbed Stiles' arm and stretched out his hand. Poison or no poison. He hissed and cried out as his blood began to burn. It felt like he was getting stung by bees all over, tiny needles piercing him. He had to save Stiles! The teen coughed and his eyes fluttered weakly. His skin color was a little healthier. He took in the sight of Derek leaning over him, breathing heavily.

"Derek," he mumbled. "You...saved me..."

The werewolf smiled a little.

"Yeah," he whispered.

His eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out.

"Derek!" Stiles exclaimed, grabbing the alpha's arm and shaking it. "No! Wake up!"

Stiles held Derek's arm against his face, sobbing. The alpha had saved him. Why had he ever thought that he didn't care? It was only now that he could see the truth behind Derek's act, his threats. The alpha shifted suddenly and groaned, but he didn't wake up. Scott's mom took out her cell phone, dialing 911.