Chapter 3
Stiles was about to complain that they should have found Scott by now when both Derek and Peter took off running and left him in the dust. "What…the…hell! No don't worry guys! It's not like I'm human or anything! It's not like I don't have super sense of smell that I can find Scott with!" He shouted after them angrily, arms up in exasperation. "…..Guys…..seriously.." He whined putting his arms back down. He scratched the back of his head in frustration before taking off after them, hoping to catch up, and hoping Derek was right when he said that the stray Alpha was long gone.
Derek felt a mixture of relief and horror when he and his uncle came upon Scott's crumpled form, lying right next to the Nemeton tree. "Well, are you going to help him or just stare at him?" His uncle questioned casually, as if the wounded Alpha had nothing to do with him. Derek glared at him with a clenched jaw, "I can always slit your throat again." He added tersely before padding over to Scott's side. Peter just rolled his eyes before trotting up next to him.
"Be careful!" Peter scolded as Derek gently turned Scott onto his back so he could examine the extent of the injuries. Derek looked up surprised at his uncle's outburst. It's not like his uncle to suddenly grow a heart. "I thought you didn't care about….well, anyone really." "I don't. However, a very beautiful woman, whom I am currently pursuing, would be rather put out if something happened to this thorn in my side." Peter said as he squatted down on the other side of Scott, avoiding eye contact with his now evermore curious nephew. He tilted his head and gave a disbelieving smile, "No way! Her!? She hates you!" Peter slowly allowed his steel blue eyes to drift over to Derek. His face unamused, "Well, not anymore, and I rather keep it that way." A pitiful whimper interrupted their short conversation, and immediately their attention returned to the injured teen.
Derek grabbed the hem of Scott's bloodied long sleeve shirt and gently pulled it up to reveal the mess his stomach was in. Derek's eyes widened at the site of Scott's chest weakly making attempts to rise and fall for air. "Yeah, he's dead, or soon will be." His uncle so eloquently put. "Shut up!" Derek growled flashing fangs. Peter considered Derek's angry eyes, "I'm being serious Derek, Scott is going to die. There is no way that he will survive this! I'm just being practical here." A snarl escaped Derek's lips and he roughly grabbed the front of his Uncle's revealing V-neck, pulling him close till their noses were almost touching. "Let's get this straight" Derek growled out in a low and dangerous tone, "If Scott McCall dies, I am going to rip your throat wide open once again. This time it's not just an idle threat!" Peter angrily ripped his nephew's grip from his shirt and snarled back, "What do you want me to do about it!? I'm not the one who did this to him! Besides, I'm the one who has more to lose if he dies! Do you honestly think Melissa will trust me again if something happens to him!? YOU should have kept a better eye on him! I mean it's Scott. Did you honestly think he would just obediently sit around at home waiting for instructions!?" In the middle of his rant Derek started tapping Peter on the shoulder to gain his attention, "What!?" He spat out. "Look!" Derek stated incredulously. He was pointing at Scott's body which was currently glowing with a purple aura. Peter's mouth practically dropped open as they watched in awe when Scott's wounds started stitching themselves together. "What the holy hell?" Peter whispered out. Derek looked just as dumbfounded when he ran a calloused, warm hand down Scott's well-defined stomach to physically confirm what his eyes couldn't believe. Derek looked up to his uncle to see a presence deep in his blue eyes that he wasn't fond of. He recognized that look, it was a hungry look. Hungry for power. "Peter." He said warningly. The look vanished from his eyes and was replaced by its usual suave charm, "What? I didn't say anything did I?" He said nonchalantly. "No" Derek confirmed, "Your mouth didn't, but your eyes did." Just as Peter opened his mouth to defend himself, Stiles' voice rang through the trees, "Thanks for leaving me behind guys! It was no problem finding my way here. I mean, I don't have night vision or anything, but at least it seems as though my douche-bag locater still works!"
Peter's eyes slowly closed in what looked to be a wince of irritation, which caused Derek to smirk. He waved Stiles down to where they both were kneeling with Scott between them. "Come on down! We found Scott!" "Really!?" Stiles excitedly squeaked. Tripping multiple times down the slight decline as he clumsily made his way over to them. "Is he ok?" He asked over Peter's shoulder, who currently was currently tensed, obviously irked by the teen's presence, so Derek hoped he would stay there for a while. "He will be, with rest." He said as he gathered Scott's limp form into his burly arms before standing with his unconscious load. Peter stood up as well, stretching as if he had been squatting for longer than ten minutes. "All right! We found the pain in the a**! Now then, let's go home!" He said a little to chipperly for the situation. "Are you sure he's ok? Aren't ok people usually a little more…oh I don't know, conscious." Stiles said as he looked at the bloodstains on Scott's now ruined shirt.
Scott would be so embarrassed if he knew how Derek was holding him. He had to fight the itch to take a picture with his cellphone. "He's fine!" Peter assured….which always made people less assured, "Healing wounds that bad took a lot out of him, he most likely will be out for a couple of days." Derek added, the lie coming easily. Both he and Peter knew better than to let others know about what they saw, at least not yet.
When they approached Derek's sleek ride and Stiles' piece of crap jeep, Peter held out his arms expectantly. "What?" Derek inquired, lost as to what his uncle was doing. "We need to bring Scott home, so I will take him from here and ride with Stile's in his poor excuse for transportation." "Hey!" Stile's yelped indignantly at Peter's insult. Derek looked at his uncle with a raised brow, clearly unimpressed, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" "That depends…" Peter cut in briefly before Derek continued, "Why on earth would you take Scott and ride with Stiles, whom you can barely stand by the way-" "Hey!" Stiles yelped again. "I know what you're doing." Peter blinked innocently at his accusatory nephew. "You're using Scott as an excuse to see his mom again tonight, to get on her good side." "So," Peter defended, "After all the crap he put us through tonight, are you trying to tell me that I'm not entitled to some benefits?" Peter asked as he held out his arms in emphasis. Derek briefly contemplated what his uncle said before he realized that after the stunt Scott just pulled, he didn't really feel that bad about Peter using Scott to crush on his hot mom. "Fine." He said as he dumped Scott into Peter's arms. Stiles had to hold back a snicker at the scene. Scott would hate to know that he had been carried like a little girl in Derek's arms, but he would just die if he knew whose arms he was so sweetly sleeping in now. Scott had worried the hell out of him tonight, and he had the perfect plan for revenge. A snicker escaped his lips and both Peter and Derek shot worried and uncomfortable looks at Stiles, who then coughed in an attempt to cover up his laugh. "Yeah, we should probably go now." He said as he headed for his beloved jeep.
