A/N: Anything you recognise I don't own.

For future reference in this chapter, I am so sorry.


Cold. I was so cold.

I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black.

"Come on!" A voice yelled. "Wake up!"

I felt something repetitively press down on my chest. Then something warm were touching my lips. What was going on?

When the warmth went away, my eyes shot open. I went to take a deep breath, but I started to cough up water.

I was rolled onto my side as I emptied the fluids from my lungs.

"Oh thank god," I heard someone mutter. It was familiar.

I panted, blinking multiple times. I glanced around with my slightly blurred vision until I saw Derek kneeling next to me, and Isaac standing behind him.

I blinked slowly, feeling extremely tired.

"Don't worry, you're gonna be okay," I heard Derek promise as I let the darkness take over.


I was half asleep when I felt someone lift me up. They started carrying me somewhere. The cold air ran through me causing me to shiver and curl towards the warm heat I could feel.

"How is she?" A male voice asked. That was Isaac.

"Asleep, but other than that, she seems fine." And that was Derek. His voice was the closest so I'm assuming he's the one carrying me.

I slowly opened my eyes, rolling my head to find Derek.

"Where am I?" I almost winced at the sound of my voice. It was hoarse and scratchy.

Derek looked down at me, surprised that I was awake. "My loft," he answered.

I didn't say anything back.

When he put me down, I stumbled a bit, but grabbed onto his shirt tightly, which I noticed was wet. He must of pulled me out of the water.

"You okay?" He's worried. How nice...

I tiredly rolled my eyes, looking up at him, "Yes, I'm fine."

"I'll get you some dry clothes," he said, leaving me standing alone. I don't know where Isaac went.

I rubbed my arms to try and keep myself warm. It wasn't working as good enough.

I started to shiver violently, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, turning around to see it was only Derek. He was holding the clothes so I went to take them, but he pulled his hand back.

I frowned, glancing up at him, "I need them."

"I'm aware," he said bluntly.

"So can I have them?" I asked, holding my hand out.

But he chose to ignore my question. "When you were out of it, you kept mumbling 'don't hurt her' and 'please don't do this'." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Where's Grace?" He sounded vulnerable. I looked down to the ground, finding the concrete floor more interesting than his beautiful, beautiful face. "Where is she?" He repeated, but this time it was more forceful.

"She's not here," I said.

"I can see that, so tell me where I can find her," he pressed on.

I looked up at him with no expression, "Beacon Hills Cemetery."

His eyes widened a fraction and his lips parted in shock.

"What happened?" He growled, eyes blazing red.

"I had a stillbirth," I said quietly.

"When did it happen?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, "Four weeks ago."

It was dead silent for a couple seconds, before Derek exploded.

"Why am I just finding out now?" He yelled, slamming the clean clothes on the metal table next to him.

I almost flinched at the tone of his voice.

"I had to grieve!" I shot back, suddenly feeling so angry.

"I still had a right to know! That was our daughter!"

"Don't you think I know that?" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. "Of course I did, but you were the last person I was thinking of at the time," I hissed, "You have no idea what happened in France."

The whole time I could feel my eyes glowing gold.

"Then tell me," his voice cracked towards the end.

Glaring, I grabbed the clothes and I headed for the bathroom.

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror just as my eyes returned back to its natural colour.

I put the clothes on the side of the sink, and began to strip off the wet clothes I had on, but left my bra and underwear on. Derek's pants were too big for me, so folded the waistband a couple times. The over-size shirt was okay.

There was a dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room so I threw my clothes in it.

I grabbed the black elastic hair tie that was around my wrist and used it to wrap my hair in a messy bun. I took in my appearance one last time, and boy did I look terrible. Dark circles were under my eyes and my lips were tinged with purple.

I sighed, before opening the bathroom door and walking out. It was dead silent in the loft.

I looked around the main area, but it was empty. I still have no idea where Isaac is and now Derek disappeared.

I moved over to the bed in the corner of the main room, crawling under the blankets. I brought the thick quilt up to my chin, trying my best to keep myself warm, but I was still shivering violently.

Sniffing, I noticed the pillow smelt nice so nuzzled into it.

I closed my eyes only for them to be opened again by the sound of footsteps.

I stared at the wall in front of me, trying to ignore Derek's scent.

Then the blankets moved and the bed shifted. Arms wrapped around me, pulling me towards them.

"What are you doing?" I asked quietly, frowning deeply.

"Keeping you warm," was Derek's reply. His hot breath on the back of my neck gave me goosebumps.

"I'm perfectly capable of generating my own heat," I scowled, tightening my hold on the blankets.

"Then why haven't you already?" He quizzed.

I growled quietly in a warning tone.

"Growl all you want, I'm not leaving," he promised.

Sighing, I turned around and my face was squished against his chest...his naked chest.

I looked up at him, glaring.

He just raised his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, before closing them.


"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea," Isaac said pacing. "Sounds kind of dangerous. You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him."

"You'll be fine," I said from my spot on Derek's bed, legs crossed Indian style.

Early this morning Cassie had dropped by and left a bag of clothes of me while I was asleep. I wasn't liking the pink shirt I was wearing. It made me feel like a five year old.

"Does it have to be him?" Isaac asked.

I took a sip from the cup of coffee in my hand.

"He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself," Derek explained.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd...we'll I trust Scott."

"Do you trust me?" Derek asked looking up from the book he was reading.

Isaac hesitated, before saying, "Yeah." I scoffed, but didn't say anything. "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him," I said sighing.

Just as I said that, the loft door slid open and in came the devil himself.

"Madison. Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."

"We don't like you," Derek said bluntly, slamming shut the book, throwing it on the table and standing up. "Now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough," Peter mused, flicking out his claws.

As Isaac pulled out a chair, Peter proceeded to take off his coat and walk to him.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac asked. He was visibly nervous.

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip and you could paralyse someone, or kill them."

"But you've had a lot of practice, though, right?" Isaac quizzed.

"Well, I've never paralysed someone." I rolled my eyes, finishing my coffee. What an ass.

"Wait, does that mean that you..." The young beta started to say, but Peter stuck his claws into his neck.

The pair started to twitch slightly, their eyes glowing their unnatural colour. They both started grunting, and Isaac was fighting to get away from Peter.

"Wait, I see them." Derek stopped walking over to them. Suddenly Peter retracted his claws, stumbling back and slamming into the table behind him.

"What'd you see?" Derek asked.

"It was confusing," Peter panted, "Um, images, vague shapes."

"But you saw something?" Derek pressed on.

"Isaac found them." I raised my eyebrows.

"Erica and Boyd?" Derek asked hopefully.

"I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses."

"But you did see them."

"And worse," Peter rubbed his knuckles.

"Deucalion," Derek spoke.

"He was talking to them. Something about time running out."

"What does it mean?" Isaac asked fearfully.

"He's gonna kill them," my ex-boyfriend said.

"No, no, no, no, he didn't say that," Peter rushed out. "He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon?"

"Tomorrow night," I whispered, staring down at the empty mug.

Then Peter started talking again. "Why are you here?" It was directed to me.

I shot him a grin. "I had a sleepover," I said wiggling my eyebrows. I had to hold in a laugh at his facial expression. "I'm joking," I deadpanned with a serious face, "my car is currently sitting at the bottom of a lake."

"How'd it get there?" He asked, walking closer to me. I squinted my eyes.

"I was driving back from Cassie's when I saw a man standing on the road. I managed to not hit him, but then I drove off the bridge," I explained.

"What man?" Derek quizzed, leaning forward from his seat.

"Probably the same one who caused the accident with her and Adam," Peter offered. A pang of hurt ran through my chest.

Then the sound of a phone ringing broke the silence. It was mine.

I got off the bed and walked over to my phone.

"Hello?" I picked it up, answering the call.

"Hey, Maddie. Can you meet me at the school?" Scott asked.

"What for?" I checked the time on the clock across the room. It was a little blurry, but I could make it out. School hadn't started yet.

"I need to show you and Derek something. Can you tell him that?"

"Yeah, I'll see you there." I hung up, turning to face Derek. "You heard that?"

He nodded, picking up his keys.


"I don't see anything," Derek said with his arms crossed.

"Look again," Scott urged.

I glanced down at Lydia and Allison's arms. There was a mark identical to the other. I don't really know what to think of it.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek asked.

"It's the same on both sides. Exactly the same," Scott stretched.

"It's nothing."

"Pareidolia," Cassie started.

"Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia," Lydia finished. I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling.

"They're trying to help," Scott whispered to Derek.

"These two? This one," he pointed to Lydia, "who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one," he looked at my sister, "who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack." A little glaring war was going on there.

"Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right?"

"Actually, a lot of people died," I cut Stiles off, causing everyone to look at me. "Isaac's dad, the mechanic, Sean, Jessica, Matt–"

"Not helping," Stiles glared, but I just cracked a sarcastic smile with my head tilted to the side, shrugging.

"Our mother died," Allison said. That too.

"Your family's little honour code killed your mother. Not me," Derek snapped. I frowned.

"That guy was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you," my sister replied calmly.

"You wanna help? Find something real." Then he began to walk away.

I stared at Allison's face, watching as it looked like she was thinking of something. A plan. Oh, he really shouldn't of done that.

I quickly caught up with Derek before he left.

"Hey, they're trying to help," I whispered so Allison and Lydia couldn't hear, "They're on our side."

"Well, then maybe you should tell her what your mother was actually trying to do that night," Derek glared, before leaving.

Then I went to leave, but Scott caught my forearm.

"Could you talk to him again?" He asked quietly, referring to Derek. "Try and convince him?"

"What makes you so sure that I could get through to him?" I looked up at him in confusion.

"You two used to be close," he whispered.

"Used to. Derek and I aren't close anymore," I pointed out. "Things are different now, Scott. People change." I swallowed a lump in throat and walked out of the classroom.


Later that day, after a really good shower, I paid Deaton a visit. I wanted to get there early before the rest of the pack got there first. Deaton had come up with a plan to retrieve Isaac's stolen memories.

"Are you sure about this?" Cassie asked as we got out of her car. I was a little scared so I asked her to come with me, and plus she's my ride.

"Yeah, I need to do this, I need to find out why this is happening to me," I answered.

"You'll be okay," she said confidently, but I could tell she was worried about me.

I gave her a weak smile at how she was trying to think on the brighter side. It was very sweet.

Pulling the animal clinic door open, the bell rang, alerting whoever was inside that they had guest. I let Cassie go inside first.

Deaton smiled at us when he came to the front desk. "Madison, Cassandra, what can I do for you?"

"I need your help with something," I said desperately.

He must of seen the look on my face because he opened the gate allowing Cassie and I to enter.

"So tell me what's the problem," he suggested, his eyes quickly darting to my flat stomach as we walked into the operating room.

"I keep discharging black blood," I responded getting straight to the point, "I have been for a while now."

"Do you know what caused that to happen?" He asked.

Nodding, I crossed my arms over my chest. "I had a stillbirth back in France," I paused to take in a deep breath, "my Dad's cousin, Carole, is a retired werewolf hunter, and at first she seemed okay with me being a werewolf and Grace, but about four weeks ago, she sent everyone out of the house, except for Allison and I. I-I thought she wanted to catch up with us, but something seemed...off."

~FLASHBACK~

"So, girls, tell me what Beacon Hills is like?" Carole asked us as she sat down in the living room. I could hear the kettle boiling from in the kitchen.

Allison and I shared a glance as she spoke, "There's not much to tell, really–"

"Except for the Alphas, Betas and an Omega, also this Kanima your father was talking about," Carole said.

"If you already know, why ask us?" I frowned, rubbing my stomach.

"It sounded pretty unsafe," she ignored my question.

"We managed just fine," I gave her a sweet, but fake smile.

"Yes, you did," her tone changed into venom, giving me a look. What did I do?

The kettle went off and Carole excused herself, walking into the kitchen.

"Did you see that look she gave me?" I asked Allison in a hushed whisper.

"How many sugars?" Carole called from the other room.

"I'll have one teaspoon," I replied.

"Allison?"

"I'll have the same, please."

"No," my sister looked back to me, whispering as well, "What look?"

"The 'evil look'. It's the same one Gerard always gave me," I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, they are related," she shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

"She's up to something, I know it. We should leave," I spoke really fast.

"Here you girls go." Speak of the devil...

Carole came walking back into the living room, carrying a tray with three cups of tea on it.

"Thank you," Allison said politely when she was handed a cup.

I smiled with faux gratefulness, inhaling the smell of the tea. It smelt like honey and vanilla.

"It smells delicious," I said, curling both of my hands around the mug. It was keeping me warm.

"Thank you, Madison, it's a family recipe."

I smiled again, before taking a sip.

~FLASHBACK ENDED~

"The mistake I made was drinking the tea," I said, wiping away the tears away from my face, "she had put Yellow Monkshood in my drink. I felt the symptoms within minutes. Ever since then, I've had black blood coming out of my ears, nose and mouth."

I felt Cassie rub her hand up and down my forearm, in a comforting way.

It wasn't giving me any comfort.

"I'm sincerely sorry, Madison," Deaton spoke, smiling sadly. I nodded shortly.

"I'd like to run some blood tests, if you don't mind," he said professionally.

I took my jacket off and hopped up on the operating table.

I hope it's not any bad news, I just want to be better soon.


A/N: I split the chapter into two parts because it was too long in pages. Part 2 should be out real soon, depending on how many reviews I get.

Please don't hate me. At first I was going to keep the baby, but then I started to re-watch 3A and I realised that 3A isn't really the place to have a newborn baby around. I don't even know what I was thinking when I was writing about Madison being pregnant.

I'm deeply sorry if the mention of a stillbirth or a loss of a child had effected you in any way. That was not my intention.