Chapter 2:
Remember to Forget

The knock was so hard and so frantic that it awoke Derek right out of his sleep and his grandeur. Derek, being a wolf and having over active heard in like it was coming through a megaphone. He jumped out of the bed so fast that he kneed Stiles in his mini Stiles and woke him up with an extreme coughing fit. After looking around for a few seconds disoriented he rushed to his injured boyfriend and started apologizing profusely.

"DEREK! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Stiles yelled through his red hot, searing pain in his groin.

"I'm sorry! I am so, so sorry! There was this crazy knock at the door and it sounded like an emergency. I've got to check it out. Sorry" Derek said as he rushed out of the room and down to the front door.

"OKAY! JUST LEAVE ME HERE IN EXCRUTIATING PAIN! NO BIGGIE!" Stiles screamed after his boyfriend whom he knew couldn't hear him. Derek felt bad about leaving his guy in pain but he could feel it in his bones. He could feel that something was wrong. He got to the door and reached for the knob but before he layed his hand on it he hesitated. He knew he needed to face whatever was on the other side of the door but that didn't mean he couldn't postpone it for a few seconds, to keep his sanity, to keep his happiness. After ten seconds of procrastinating, he opened the door and stared in awe at what he saw. Scott McCall standing in the doorway, drenched in blood with a blank expression in his eyes. He was in shock. His hands were scraped and bruised, his shirt was torn and his abs were ripped to shreds, healing and bloody. His eyes were half open and he was swaying back and forth on his heels clearly unstable. He was still bearing his fangs and tuffs of hair on his face, he was still partly in transition, Derek had only seen this once before. It only happens when a wolf has gone through a severely traumatic event, one that shocks and burns them to their very core of their being. Derek was scared. Not just for Scott, but for whatever had done this to him. After a few seconds Derek pulled himself out of his delusion and forced himself to help his beta.

"Sc-Scott? Scott, what the hell—"Derek was cut off in the middle of his sentence by Scott who began babbling, incoherently.

"Humans have, on average 5.4 liters of blood in their bodies. Did you know that? I mean they teach us in biology how much blood the human body has but you never really believe it until you see it. You know what I mean? We went to a farm in the 7th grade and we saw a pig get slaughtered. To bleed like a stuck pig, it isn't just a saying, well it is but you can never really see it, never really understand. Well I-I did and it freaked me out but I got over it and I'm a werewolf so blood doesn't bother me, I see it all-all the time. But Kira's, she's, she's just so small I don't know how she had that much, that much blood, she weighs like 4 pounds and she, she had that much blood and-" Derek put his hands on Scott's shoulders and began to shake him, trying to pull him out of his psychotic state. He shook him back and forth over a hundred times but nothing seemed to be working.

"Scott? SCOTT! Can you hear me? You're in shock." He yelled in Scott's ear. No response. "Damn it. STILES!?" Derek yelled up stairs to his boyfriend. "STILES GET DOWN HERE!" He yelled again. "Okay Scott, let's get over to the couch and see if we can bring you back from crazy town." Derek led Scott toward the living room and sat him down easily, well as easily Derek could and took a step back. He was sitting straight up, looking as if he was a doll that Derek could position, he had to fight the urge to make him salute of give the peace sign with all of his might. He was still deep in thought over what to do when Stiles came hobbling into the room.

"I'm here! I'm here, what the hell is the ma... OH MY GOD! SCOTT! SCOTT!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Stiles screamed as he hit his boyfriend hard on his exposed, muscled chest.

"HEY! That hurt you asshole, and I didn't do anything he showed up at the door like this" Derek shot back.

"Well did you try talking to him, shaking him, yelling at him?"

"Yep... But I didn't try this" Derek walked over to Scott and waved his hand in front of Scott's eyes but got no response. He shrugged and turned back to Stiles who was looking at Derek in a way that suggested he was thinking "Really? That's all you've got?" He kept took a step toward Stiles but at the last second, before he put his foot down he turned and gave Scott a slap across the face that was so hard and so loud he was sure that every werewolf in Beacon Hills and the next county over could hear it. His methods, even though unorthodox, did the trick. As soon as his hand left Scott's face, and Stiles finished with his "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" rant Scott snapped back into reality. His eyes darted all over the room and began to glow a bright amber.

"Scott. Scott you're okay, you're here with Derek and me." Stiles said as he crouched down to meet his very scared, and confused friend at eye level. "Can we get you anything? A blanket? Water? Vodka?" As soon as he said it Derek smacked his shoulder, hard enough to elicit one of Stiles' patented confused looks and the "What?" to follow.

"No." Scott grumbled. He cleared his throat and took a moment to collect himself before he gave the boys what they wanted. But first he looked around and realized that he WAS there with Derek and Stiles. At Stiles' house, on the other side of town. "Stiles, how did I get here? I don't remember coming here." Stiles looked at his friend with worry and fear. He didn't have the answers that he was searching for. In fact, no one had any answers, and that terrified Stiles.

"Okay, Stiles and I were in bed—" Scott grunted and cut Derek off. He could tell that Scott was about to say something along the lines of "I don't want to hear about what you and Stiles were doing in bed" so Derek beat him to the punch. "Sleeping, when you started knocking on the door like a crazy person, so I ran down to the door and when I opened it you were standing there, covered in blood, babbling on about how much blood is in the human body, and pigs and you said something about Kira." With the mention of her name Scott stiffened up immediately. His blood began to raise its temperature and his heart began to beat 20x its normal speed. Derek picked up on it the moment his body chemistry changed. Besides his heart, his scent changed. It went quickly from calm and his regular scent, to fear and desperation, desperation to hide something or desperation to forget. "Scott," Derek said as he walked over to the couch. He sat down and gingerly put his hand on Scott's tattered shirt. "Did something happen to Kira?"

He began to shift in his seat and he got up and started pacing. They knew better than to try and stop him so they just let him run holes in floor for what seemed like hours. Finally he stopped and stared at the two who were know so close Stiles might had well been sitting on Derek's lap.

"Okay, Kira and I were taking a walk through the woods when all of a sudden I picked up on something. It might have been a snap of a twig or something but I wolfed out and started looking around. It must have scared Kira too because she pulled out her nun chucks and was at the ready. We looked around for a good 10 minutes but we came up empty handed. We figured it was just a bird or a deer so we went back to walking and talking. I let go of her hand and took a few steps away from her to pick her a flower and I heard her scream. I turned around ready to fight but it was too late. That thing, whatever it was, already had her. It was at least ten feet tall and it was swinging her around like she was a bat. I tried to stop it but it hit me. Hard. Knocked me back on my ass and before I could get to her it killed her. All because I let go of her hand. I let go of her hand…" His voice trailed off and a light inside him started to dim. Stiles noticed it immediately and ran over to him.

"Scott? Scott?!" Stiles said worryingly as he snapped his fingers in front of Scott. Stiles shook his head. "He's gone. Derek, I think he's dying, we need to get him to Deaton." Derek nodded his head in agreement and picked up his beta. He followed Stiles out the door to his jeep and set off to find Dr. Deaton.