Hi All:

Thank you so much for the reviews! Jade, as my first reviewer ever, you get a special shout out that you will see in a few chapters. Pur Angel- Your comment actually made me laugh because I had a Dr. Who reference in this chapter and my boyfriend told me to take it out because "when would Derek Hale have time to watch Dr. Who?" I left it in as a shout out to you, so thanks. Winchestergirl- Thanks! And MoonlightDemoness—there is a reason for the pregnancy, I promise it is not going to be one of those overly simplified Teen Mom crap stories (although several have been done well)—it is an important part of the plot, but I agree, I didn't want it to just be that.

Allison woke up with a start, shivering and disoriented. The smell of antiseptic and animals filled her nose; she was lying on something cold and hard. Opening her eyes she realized that she was the vet's office that Scott worked at. At the thought of Scott the memories of her conversation with Derek—her mom, Scott, the fact that her mom tried to kill Scott- flooded back to Allison. Sighing she sat up, looking around, realizing she was on an exam table. Looking to her right she sees Scott, still unconscious. Standing on slightly unstable legs, Allison crosses to Scott. He looks pale, his breathing is shallow and even without supernatural powers, Allison can see that his body is struggling to expel the poison. Running her hand over his damp sweaty hair, it occurs to her that this is where he first asked her out, where she first really met him. The memory brought a soft smile to her face and she kissed his ashen forehead.

"Come on Scott, wake up." She urged, pressing her own forehead into his, closing her eyes and whispering against his lips "I just really need to see your eyes right now. I really need for you to be okay. Please fight this poison, fight it for me."

"You're awake," Allison jumps as she hears Derek behind her. Turning around she sees him leaning against the closed door that separates this exam room from the outer office. Something about Derek always put her on edge, she felt like she could never quite relax around him.

Turning around, her hand still in Scott's hair, she ask, "How long will he be like this?"

"I don't know. His body has to cycle the poison out so that it can heal. Until then, it is like he is having a continuous asthma attack."

"That sounds painful," she notes, feeling very detached from the reality that her boyfriend could die and her mother was probably a werewolf or dead.

She hears Derek sigh as he walks a little closer to her. Somewhere in the distance she hears other voices. She feels like she should know them but her brain cannot focus on them enough to identify them.

"Do you know Allison? Does he?" Derek points to her inert boyfriend on the table.

"Know what?" her head is filled with such a fog she barely looks up to reply.

"Oh God, you don't do you?" Derek mutters, "Allison you're pregnant."

The words float around in Allison's mind for a few moments before she registers them. They are meaningless, unconnected. She runs her fingers through Scott's hair again rubbing her thumb over his left eyebrow. Derek gently takes her wrist, pulling her away from Scott, making her face him. His green eyes boring into her brown ones, making her focus, "Allison, you are pregnant."

"H-how do you know?" She had only begun to toy with the idea that she might be pregnant a few days ago; she had never spoken the words out loud. How could Derek, a man she barely knew, be telling her that she was pregnant?

"I, well, you smell like-"catching himself, "I have smelt the pheromones that pregnancy lets off before, also, you have two heart beats, so unless you drove a Tardis here, you are pregnant."

"No, I didn't know, I mean I thought about it, but I wasn't sure. No one else knows right?" She was suddenly very aware that he knew more about her own body than she did, and that if Derek did then her boyfriend very well may as well.

"I doubt it, no one else would know what to listen for or what the change in your scent was," he released her arms, to the other side of the table leaning against the counter.

"So that's just another Alpha power—supernatural pregnancy test?" Allison began to pace, "Oh God my parents are going to kill me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. Seeing that she was on the cusp of a full scale, teenage girl meltdown, Derek had never been gladder to see Stiles as he busted through the door without knocking.

"So, oh hi Allison, glad to see you, you know, vertical," he gestures at his best friend's girl, sparing only a glance at said unconscious best friend before continuing, "Uh, Derek, we have Lydia all caught up and she has some questions and stuff to add, can uh" he gestures to the door, Derek nods and then says,

"Bring everyone in here, we all have some catch up to play, make sure the doctor comes with you." Stiles nods, a bit taken aback by Allison's silence and Derek's resolve.

"Don't tell them." Allison states quietly.

"I won't, but you need to tell them soon." He keeps his eyes on the floor, lost in his own thoughts.

Seconds later everyone: Stiles, Lydia, Erica, Isaac, Boyd, Dr. Deaton and Ms. Morell amble through the door. What the hell is Ms. Morell doing here? Allison thought. As each member of their odd little group entered they all were drawn to the inert boy on the table, forming a circle around him, Allison at his head and Derek at his feet.

"What the hell is this, the Scooby gang?" Lydia snarls in classic Lydia sardonic form.

Allison chuckles, "so I guess you are all caught up?"

"Yeah, and don't think we will not be discussing that further Allison." Allison blanches at her friends hurt tone. She should have told her the truth long ago.

"Sorry."She whispers, holding her friend's eyes for a moment then, looking up at everyone, "Look, I know that we have all been keeping secrets, lying and hiding facts because we felt like we were on different teams, but this shit has got to stop. All the lies, the omissions, the factions—the only way we all come out of this alive is by working together and being honest with each other about everything. If you cannot handle that, you better walk now. I have lost enough— I- we have got to work together."

Seeing Isaac opening his mouth for a comeback Derek cut him off stating, "I agree, we have more enemies than we know and innocents are dying, now is not the time for petty bullshit beefs. We work together—all of us—and we solve this Kanima problem, then we focus on other issues." He gives Allison a meaningful look. She nods almost imperceptibly.

"First we fix Scott. Doc what is going on," Stiles brings everyone's focus back to the dying boy in front of them and away from Derek and Allison's weird interaction.

"Right now his body is acting as if it is in an asthma attack, his werewolf status is keeping him alive, but he is not healing because the toxin is in his bloodstream.' Sighing, the doctor looked down at the boy, "There is nothing else I can do."

"So, so what, he just, dies," Stiles stammered.

"No, no he does not die, we come up with a way to heal him," Allison is functioning on autopilot; she is focusing on helping Scott because losing him is not an option. Her mother killing the father of her child is not a possibility. She cannot let that be real.

Erica, who looks more scared than Allison has ever seen her, gently takes Allison's hand, squeezing it before looking at Derek," What about what you did to me, when Jackson attacked me in the library, would that work."

Running his hands over his face and then through his hair he groans, "I don't know, the Kanima toxin was blood born, this was inhaled, but at this point, it may be the only option we have."

"Well," the doctor interjected, "as he inhaled the wolf's bane, it entered his respiratory system, as his lungs oxygenized his blood, the toxin entered his bloodstream, so whatever you are talking about might work."

"If we try, there is no guarantee," Derek hesitated.

"Try it," Allison cut him off.

Looking at Stiles, Derek nods and then quietly says, "Get her out of here." Stiles nods, taking Allison by the shoulders and guiding her toward the door.

"Wait, I,"

"Trust me, you need to be outside. Come on Lydia, Ms. Morrell, you guys don't need to be here." Closing the door after them Stiles settles the ladies in the waiting room and listens. It only takes a moment to hear the loud popping that he knows is bone. The silence that follows scares him. Moments later, blood curdling screams rip through the offices and Stiles and Lydia have to hold back a hysterical Allison.