The pack sped over to the Hale house where Peter was waiting for them in the living room.
"Well what the hell happened to, 'I'll be back in five?'" Peter demanded of Derek,
"We ran into an annoyance by the school," growled Derek,
"This isn't the 13th century, Derek, you could have called,"
"I am the Alpha and I am not going to call you when I'm late,"
Peter rolled his eyes but shut up.
"When is this meeting going to start?" asked Stiles, "Me and Erica have things planned,"
Erica giggled and locked hands with Stiles.
"Well your plans are going to have to be put off," Derek said, "Nobody's leaving,"
"Why does this feel like the beginning to a horror movie?" Stiles asked the group,
Derek growled, "Sit down, Stiles,"
Stiles made a face and sat down on one of the leather couches, pulling on Erica's arm so that she sat on his lap.
Amy sat down beside them. Soon, the couch was consumed by Lydia, Jackson, Allison and Scott.
"We need to talk," started off Derek,
Jackson shook his head, "We already know that, Derek. Just get to the important stuff so we can leave."
Derek growled, " There is a new guy named Michael," started off Derek. Amy shivered at his name, there was something off about Michael, "He's not a werewolf nor a kanima, he's not supernatural. He's human but I want you guys to keep an eye out on him. He might be working with the Alpha's." The pack nodded, "Now that there are more Alpha's at your school I want you to be careful. Don't do anything stupid," Derek looked at Scott and then at Stiles, "I mean it, nothing stupid,"
Stiles groaned, "When have we done anything stupid?" Derek's eyebrows shot up, "Okay, anything stupid that ended up being disastrous!"
Derek's right eye twitched, "Be quiet, Stiles,"
Stiles narrowed his eyes and went back to playing with Erica's hair.
"That's it," stated Derek,
Jackson stood up and helped Lydia, "Okay, we're going,"
Derek growled, "I said, no one is leaving!"
"Please, we have better things to do. And I'm sure you'd rather spend your time with Amy instead of us."
Derek's eyes grew big and he coughed, "I repeat; no one is leaving. You're spending the next couple of nights here,
Jackson growled, "Seriously?,"
"Can we at least go and get our stuff if you're going to keep us in here like caged animals?" asked Scott,
Derek fought to roll his eyes, "Go ahead, just be back soon,"
Stiles got off of the couch, dragging Erica behind him. Scott followed them out of the room while Allison, Lydia and Jackson went into a huge debate over whether Armani or Hugo Boss had a better cologne.
Amy sat up and walked over to Derek, grabbing his hand. Derek looked over at Peter and the latter nodded, "I'll go and make sure they don't have any fun,"
Derek scowled.
Amy stood up on her toes and leaned in to whisper into Derek's ear, "So, how was your day?"
Derek grinned, pulled her into a hug and shrugged. Amy smiled against his chest, "I know how to make it better," she said,
Derek looked down, "Oh, really? How?"
Amy smiled. She put her hands behind Derek's neck and pulled him into a kiss, "Guess," she whispered,
Amy felt him smile between her lips. Amy raked her hands through Derek's hair as he pushed her into a wall. Amy groaned as Derek ground his hips into hers. Amy pushed her hands inside of Derek's shirt; she slid her hand over every crevice along his chest. Amy moaned as Derek placed a hand on her butt and the other one on the small of her back. Amy took this as a sign and stood on her toes again. Derek picked her up and pushed her back against the wall. Amy wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned back at Derek, as his hand went inside of her shirt, feeling up her breasts. Amy's kisses faltered as Derek's thumb grazed her erect nipple. Derek pressed his groin against her showing Amy how hard he was. Amy traced his strong jawline her with her nimble hands, Amy felt Derek's short stubble. Amy was reaching down to take off Derek's pants when there was a knock on the door. Derek gasped and stopped,
"Crap," he muttered, pulling on his jeans,
Amy sighed and unwrapped her legs, sliding on the floor, "Who is it?"
"Deaton," answered Derek, "Something's wrong," he whispered,
Derek pushed Amy away and ran his hands through his hair. Amy followed him, adjusting her shirt and her now-messy hair. Derek unlocked the door and opened it; revealing a hazard looking Deaton. Derek looked behind Deaton, searching for the pack.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked,
"The Alpha's have threatened me and burned my house down," Deaton stated calmly,
Amy gasped, "Are you serious, Deaton?"
Deaton shook his head, "Yes and-,"
"Well you can stay here," interrupted Amy, "There's a bunch of spare rooms, you can just stay in one. And that way you'll be protected and Derek will have one less person to worry about. Right, Derek?" Amy looked up at Derek, waiting for his response.
"Yeah, it's fine," Derek agreed, opening the door a little wider so that Deaton could get in.
"Thank you, but, that won't be necessary," replied Deaton, not moving from his spot on the porch, "I'll stay at a motel just south of here,"
Derek shook his head, "Amy's right, you'll stay here. It's too dangerous for us to be out alone,"
Deaton opened his mouth to argue,
"No," interjected Amy, "You'll stay here,"
Deaton pursed his lips, ever so slightly, "Okay then. Speaking of being out alone; where's your pack?" asked Deaton looking around the hallway, "I don't hear anything, are they here?"
Derek shook his head, "I told them that they would be staying here so they went to get their stuff,"
"Ah, I see,"
Derek nodded and walked into the living room just as the front door opened.
"Lydia, I thought you already moved in here! Why do you have seven suit cases?" Amy heard Stiles say,
"I only pack what I need,"
"And you need a whole suit case full of shoes?" asked Jackson,
"Jackson, don't start." Boyd said, pulling in a large Gucci suit case, "You have a whole suit case full of Hugo Boss perfumes,"
Jackson turned around to grab his suit case from Boyd, "It's cologne, not perfume,"
Scott laughed, "Jackson, who cares?"
"You should," Jackson retorted, "If you're planning on keeping Allison around maybe you should learn how to use deodorant."
"What?" Scott turned around to look at Allison, she just giggled,
Derek shook his head.
"Oh," started Stiles, "My dad has to go to Austin because of a case, so I'll be staying here a little longer,"
Derek just grunted.
"Well, I'm going to go unpack. Jackson, come help me." Lydia pursed her lips and grabbed her Prada bag, leaving her suitcases to be dragged up the stairs by someone less fortunate.
Jackson groaned and pulled Lydia's heavy suitcases up the stairs, Stiles grabbed Erica and a suitcase and walked upstairs; Isaac and Boyd made retching noises as Erica whispered into Stiles' ear.
Derek walked into the living room and sat down on the couch; picking up one of his ancient books. Amy walked over to him and sat in his lap. Isaac and Boyd ran over to the other couch and grabbed the controllers. Amy nuzzled further into Derek's chest and grabbed his hand. Derek leaned his head on Amy's and the two sat there. Amy looked over at Isaac and Boyd shoving each other around the X-Box. Amy re-positioned herself in Derek's lap so that her head rested on his shoulder. She shivered as Derek's fingers traced up and down her shoulder. Amy sighed, this was the most relaxed she had been in weeks. And it was a great feeling.
A/N: Sorry about this chapter, it's not of good quality and it's very late. But, here is it none the less. Please review :) Oh, and I'm sorry for not updating sooner, it's just that school started and it's become very stressful and I don't have as much time to work on this story. But, I am working on it! So, yeah, please review :) Tell me what you like, what you want more of, who you want more of. Byyeee :)