Authors Note: Here's a little Derek/Brooke action ;) I try to let you guys know what days these events are taking place, but sometimes I'll be skipping a few days or maybe a week or 2.

Monday.

I had gotten a call from Dr. Spengler Monday afternoon right after the last bell rang. He was making sure I was okay and that he refilled my new prescription at the nearest pharmacy. Reminding me to take it if I ever had another episode. And if they became worse I was to call him to put me on my last medication I have. I was doing everything in my power not to let that happen. I hated feeling like a zombie.

On our way home from school Tyler looked beyond nervous.

"Um Ty, you alright bro?" I asked looking over at him.

"Yeah, I'm good." He fidgeted in his seat starting out the window.

"Okay," was all I said. I didn't want to push him.

"Ugh, fine!" I smiled, that didn't take long. "I'mtryingoutforlacrosse." He blurted.

"Oh." Crap what would my parents think. He could get hurt. "Wait. Didn't the season already start?"

"Yeah, but Scott got me a tryout session during practice tomorrow so the coach could see what I could do, since he's co-captain and everything."

"Well that's great Ty." And I meant it. "But your grades can't slip. No excuses okay?"

"I know. It's the Coach's rules too, B. I won't fuck up."

"HEY! Language! Geez you're hanging out with Scott and Stiles too much!"

"You're one to talk. Besides they're practically family. They should be allowed to corrupt me."

"Ha ha. Not funny kid. Well I guess it gives me a better excuse to stay for the practices then huh?"

Next day.

I sat on the bleachers next to Allison we were chatting away about the Latin exam coming up when Jessica Palm came by to sit with us.

"So, Brooke. Your little brother is kinda cute," Jessica sneered.

"Hands off Medusa. He's too young for you." I glared at her.

"Chill out. I'm just messing with you." She rolled her eyes flipping her bleached hair.

"You better be." I responded through my gritted teeth.

"Geez you are feisty today. Haven't been laid in a while hun?"

"Jess, not everyone's vagina is a 7-Eleven." Allison giggled and turned it into a cough when Jessica glared at her.

"Well at least I can keep a man. What happened with what's his name in Orlando? Caleb? Kyle? Oh yeah, Colton." An evil smile crept up on her face.

I clenched my hands into fists and my blood boiled. "Drop it bitch, before I drop you onto the floor and pummel you with my fists."

"Touchy touchy. Well I'd love to stay and chat about your failures, but I gotta run. Unlike you, I have a date."

"Wow, have you guys always been like this?" Allison asked.

"Kinda. We were friends at first. Until she started drooling over Scott. We grew apart after that. I've always felt like she thought she was better than me. She was pissed because he didn't like her. And once Scott, Stiles and I were inseparable, she started going out of her way to hate me. Come to think of it, Scotts never shown interest in anyone, until you that is…"

"So do you want to talk about it?" She asked hesitantly.

"Talk about what?" I asked.

"Colton." She whispered his name.

Even the name still gave me chills. Dr. Spengler said it wasn't something to be ashamed of. And if I was able to open up with others, it would help. I looked down at my shoes before I began my story.

"We started dating when I was 16. It was getting pretty serious. I really thought I loved him, and he loved me….my family hated him. I told my parents I was going to the movies with friends. And I snuck out to see him so we could go to a party. Bu this night he seemed….different. He parked on a dead end street in the middle of nowhere. He got really handsy and I told him I wasn't ready. He got mad and tried to force himself on me. I was able to get out of the car and run before he caught up to me. I've never seen anyone so furious. He punched and kicked me. I was screaming for him to stop," I took a deep breath before I continued in a whisper. "He was pulling down my pants and grabbing me and his fingers…well…."I trailed off and looked up at her. With the expression on her face I could tell she got my point. "He kept telling me to shut up and like it. I don't know how, but my dad came out of nowhere and pulled him off of me telling me to run. It took me forever, but I ran all the way back to my house. My mom and brother were there when I came in crying and bleeding. When my dad came home he had blood on him he was furious until he saw me and we both cried. My mom called the police. We filed an injunction, but I never saw or heard from Colton again."

I had tears in my eyes by the time I had finished. I looked up at Allison and she was crying too. She pulled me into and hug and I let out a few sobs. Letting go of her I wiped away the tears.

"Thanks." I smiled at her. "I'm really glad you can back. Now we can be closer friends."

"Me too, Brooke." She smiled back. "If you need anything…"

"Thanks."

The boys were already on the field and I could see Isaac and Scott both looking up at us. Both had looks of fury on their faces. Had they heard me? I never told Scott and Stiles. I'm surprised they hadn't found out from Mr. Stilinski. I think my dad called him after it happened to see if he had any contacts for investigators. My mom was still pretty new as an attorney, and she mostly handled civil cases. The coach yelled at them to stop dicking around and focus. A flash of red caught my eye and I saw Derek Hale standing at the edge of the woods. He looked murderous, jaw clenched with fists revealing white knuckles at his sides.

"What's Derek doing here?" I asked Allison.

"Where?" she said scanning the tree line.

"Over….hmmmm," he was gone.

"He usually comes to watch the practices. And the games. But he stays away from crowds. He doesn't like people much."

"Ah. I see. Oh there's Tyler!" I squealed pointing at number 21 on the field.

We sat there watching the boys. Screaming and rooting them on. Out in the distance there was a faint but undeniable howl of pain from what I could only imagine to be a wolf. Three boys that were on the field looked up, one of them being my brother.

"Alright ass buddies, back to the play," Coach yelled. "No offense Danny."

"None taken Coach," Danny yelled back laughing.

"Hey I'm staying later after practice with Scott and Stiles, is that okay?" Tyler asked coming up to me after Coach let the team hit the showers.

"Yeah that's fine. Not too late though okay."

"Alright, I'll catch a ride with Stiles. "

When I got home and finished my homework I had too much on my mind from all these freaking therapy sessions. They were almost as bad as the ones with Dr. Spengler. Almost.

So without thinking I tentatively got dressed in some volleyball shorts with a sports bra and a t-shirt with the arms completely cut out that revealed my ribs and my intricate tattoo. I gazed at myself after tying my laces. I was definitely thinner this past year. But I gained a lot of muscle with the training I did with dad. I took a deep breath, plugged in my iPod and jogged out the door. I followed the road most of the way, passing Scotts house, then stiles house. I wasn't even thinking anymore. I was just listening to the adrenaline pumping beats of Bush.

I could feel the burning in my calves as my heart beat erratically. I stopped to lean against a tree with my hands on my knees. What's burning?

"You gave me this

Made me give

Your silver grin

still sticking it in

You have some machine soul machine

Soul of Machine"

My head snapped up and I tried to smell it again, but the burning wood subsided. I turned in every direction. Fuck! How did I end up in the woods?!

"Great," I said aloud. Maybe if I backtracked I would find the road?

"The longest kiss

Feeling furniture days

Drift madly to you

Pollute my heart; Drain"

I turned to run, when I felt eyes on me. I took an aggressive stance and whipped around with a kick. Whoever was stalking me was going to get a shoe down their throat!

Unfortunately for me they grabbed my ankle holding it up in the air.

"Your loaded smiles and pretty just deserts

Wish it all for you

So much it never hurts

You have soul machine

Stolen me "

"You again." Yes, tall glass of beautiful water was holding my leg.

"What are you doing out here?" He demanded.

"Running," I said using my duh tone.

"Do you even know where you are?" He asked cocking an eyebrow.

"No, I don't even know how I got here."

He rolled his eyes.

"All your mental armor drags me down

We can't breathe when we come around

All your mental armor drags me down

Nothing hurts like your mouth"

I popped the ear buds out and held them in my hands; you could still hear the blaring music.

"You wanna put my leg down now?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

"Not sure yet. Kinda like the view." He was cocky. That much I was 100% sure of.

The kinky bastard. So I shrugged like it was no big deal before trying to push the leg further towards my attacker like my father said. But Derek had a nice tight grip. If it wasn't for knowing that he would definitely keep his grip, I wouldn't even dare think of what I was about to do. I faux punched him with the left, just so he would grip my wrist instead of my leg, which he did. So I swept my only available leg under his feet. What I wasn't prepared for was him to drop my right ankle and my wrist simultaneously. I winced at the impending fall. But it never happened. In fact, I was against something warm, hard and damn it smelt good.

Opening my eyes, Derek was smirking at me.

"Nice moves, but you're a little predictable," he breathed in my face. Surprisingly it was cool, smelling faintly of peppermint.

"Oh yeah?" I tried to sound as badass as I could, but feeling his breath on my face, his hands placed firmly on the bottom of my thighs, I could barely whisper.

"You think too much. Let your instincts guide you," his voice was rough and my heart stuttered at his words.

This was the first time it happened. I let another man touch me in an intimate way. He obviously didn't know, but it was something that was extremely significant to me.

"Breathe in right away,

Nothing seems to fill this place

I need this every time,

Take your lies get off my case

Someday I will find a love

That flows through me like this

This will fall away,

this will fall away

You're getting closer to pushing me

Off of life's little edge

Cause I'm a loser

And sooner or later

You know I'll be dead

You're getting closer,

You're holding the rope,

I'm taking the fall

Cause I'm a loser, I'm a loser, yea"

"Interesting playlist," he mused.

"Adrenaline. It um…the genre makes me run harder, I-it gets my adrenaline going."

He nodded in agreement. "It's getting dark out, you should get home. Don't want you running into murderers." He had the same authority in my dreams. Very, very sexy.

"I think I just have to worry about the mountain lions here," I laughed as he let go of my thighs enough to let me slide down his body.

He gave me a funny look. "I'll walk you," Derek stated.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, you did so well 5 minutes ago," he retorted.

Derek began to walk in the opposite direction that I was initial going to try and backtrack. I followed suit.

"Hey, you didn't smell anything burning out here did you? I could have sworn…" Derek interrupted me before I could finish.

"Not anymore," his tone was harsh, but I could see his eyes, and they were full of pain.

Crap. That's right. His family lived on the preserve. Probably not far from here. Great Brooke, bring up painful memories of his entire families death. Dumbass.

"I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open

And I don't feel like I am strong enough

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome

And I don't feel right when you're gone away"

I wasn't even listening to the music until I remembered the lyrics. This beautiful man has been through so much, just like me. I'm praying that whatever comes of this little spark we have, that he'll never know how broken I really am. We walked at an easy pace back to my house.

I kept glancing at him through my peripherals, and who could blame me? Derek's face was amazing in the moonlight. Lined with stubble with he had a splash of purple under his eyes probably from lack of sleep. The best part was his eyes. Those green crystals had a slight glow to them that contrasted perfectly with his pale skin. He may have a neon sign above him saying 'BADASS'. But those crystals gave his true feelings away. I wonder if he knew that.

My heart couldn't stop pounding in my chest. Every so often our arms would touch from walking so close together and my heart would stop all together. Yeah, it's official. I've gone all Bella and shit. Seriously though, Derek Hale, had his hands on my thighs! A tight grip at that. It made me wonder if he had a girlfriend. I truly hope not. He wouldn't do that if he had one, right?

He coughed breaking through my thoughts. "You're home."

"Oh, um. Thanks," I said shyly. I looked up and the lights were on. My brother was home.

"Brooke?" Derek asked. Wait how'd he know my name?

I stopped walking and faced him "Hm?" I stopped breathing. His face was maybe an inch from mine.

"Sweet dreams." He smirked.

Holy shit did he know?!