AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story with a Peter Hale x OC pairing.

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Chapter 6 - "The Alpha"

MONDAY

It was the end of the school day and I was gathering my stuff from my locker when all of the sudden Jackson strutted past me down the middle of the corridor with his backpack slung over one shoulder, and looking smug as a bug.

"Jackson!" Lydia's voice rang out from behind him. I curiously watched as he stopped and turned to face her. "This little text? Not funny," she said snottily while holding her phone up.

"Well, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would've put a, 'haha' at the end of it, and see-" Jackson said while gesturing toward her phone. "there's no 'haha'."

"'Lydia... please give up my spare house house key at your earliest convenience, as we are no longer dating'?" Lydia read the message aloud, looking at him appalled.

"You didn't lose it, did you?" Jackson asked cold heartedly.

"What the hell is this?" Lydia demanded.

"Right... Lydia, in preparation for some big changes I decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life and you're just about the deadest," he said with a chuckle.

"Are you breaking up with me?" she asked, looking stunned.

"Dumping you actually. I'm dumping you," he clarified with a smirk and moved to leave, but she caught him by his arm, stopping him.

"Dumped by the co-captain of the lacrosse team. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that?" Lydia retorted in anger. Jackson wrenched his arm free of her grip and kissed his index and middle finger in a gesture of 'good-bye'. "Wait, seconds actually. Seconds!"she added in a desperate attempt to look like she didn't care as Jackson walked off leaving her standing there. Lydia looked around at everyone who was watching, and her eyes locked with mine. Her face turned red and she stormed off looking pissed.

The moment school was over, I hopped in Stiles jeep and went over to his house with him. We went straight upstairs to his bedroom and tossed our backpacks on the floor. He sat down at his computer while I stood over his shoulder watching. I pulled out my MP3 player and popped one of the ear-buds in so that I could listen to music and talk to Stiles at the same time.

"Hey Stiles!" his dad called out before we could get started.

Stiles turned around in his chair to reply. "Yeah da-ereck?"he changed his word mid-sentence on accident. My heart faltered when I suddenly realized that Derek had been standing behind Stiles door watching us. Derek brought his index finger to his mouth gesturing for us to be quiet and motioning with his hand for Stiles to respond to his dad. Stiles quickly got up from his chair and went to meet his dad in the hallway, stumbling along the way. "I- um."

"What'd you say?" his dad asked as Stiles hung in the middle of his door frame, trying to play it cool and keep the door closed as much as possible.

"What? I said yo'... dad," he tried to cover, and nervously chuckled. I stood in the middle of the room with Derek staring at me. His eyes and brows made him look so serious that it was rather intimidating. I swallowed hard and looked away in defeat. Once Stiles was done placating his dad, I heard him sigh in relief before stepping back into the room and closing the door behind him. All of the sudden Derek grabbed Stiles by the collar of his jacket and slammed him up against the door threateningly.

"If you say one word-" Derek said, but was cut across.

"Ah, like what? You mean, 'hey dad, Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun'?" Stiles said challengingly. My heart was racing at this point because I didn't know what either of them were going to do next... But to my surprise, Derek loosened his grip on Stiles jacket. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy," Stiles said as he tapped Derek in the arm. Derek glanced at where Stiles had touched him. After a moment of silence, he nodded quietly and let go of Stiles, tugging on his jacket to straighten it out.

Stiles smirked and chuckled a little, reaching out and tugging on Derek's jacket in the same manner before moving to walk by. Right then Derek let out a loud snort and jerked toward Stiles causing him to flinch as he passed Derek.

"Scott gonna' get the necklace?" Derek asked.

Stiles sat down at his computer again. "No, he's still working on it, but there's something else we can try," he replied as Derek put his hands in his pocket and approached Stiles. "The night we were trapped in the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?" Derek asked with furrowed brows, not understanding the correlation. I remembered how Scott had lost his phone that night...

"So it wasn't Scott," Stiles explained.

"Well can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked.

"No, not me, but I think I know someone who can," Stiles replied as he started to type away on his computer.

"You want me to do what?" asked a friend of Scott and Stiles from school named Danny.

"Trace a text," Stiles repeated.

"I came here to do lab work, that's what lab partners do," Danny replied.

"Ugh, and we will, once you trace the text," Stiles said.

"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny countered.

"Alright, I looked up your arrest report, so..." Stiles said with a casual wave of his hand.

"I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges," Danny replied anxiously.

"Alright," Stiles said, making a face that said he wasn't judging.

"No, we're doing lab work," Danny protested as he took off his back pack and sat down in the chair next to Stiles.

"Oh my-" Stiles groaned and made an overly exaggerated face of frustration before both boys sighed and turned to face the computer. Danny looked over his shoulder and glanced at both me and Derek. I was sitting on the end of the bed and Derek was sitting in a chair beside it.

"Who're they again?" Danny asked as Stiles looked back at Derek and I for a second.

"Um, he's my cousin..." Stiles lied. "Miguel. And that's Kira." Derek glanced up from the book he was pretending to read.

"Ahh, the other new girl. Right," Danny replied before looking at Derek again. "Is there blood on his shirt?" he asked. Stiles looked at Derek.

"Yeah, yes. Well, he gets these horrible nose bleeds..." Stiles lied again. "Hey, Miguel?" he said while turning in his seat. Derek slowly looked up from the book once more. "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?" Derek closed the book and threw it on the bed forcefully, causing me to flinch. Danny furrowed his brows at Derek's reaction as he rose from the seat before removing his shirt in front of everyone. I had to refrain from blushing. "So anyway, we both know you got the skills to trace that text so-" Stiles started to say.

"Um, Stiles," Derek cut in.

"Yes?" Stiles replied as he turned around in his seat to face Derek again. Danny watched curiously.

"This," Derek said while holding out one of Stiles shirts. "no fit," he said in a strained voice. And I got the impression that he was rather mad about having to get topless. Though as I eyed his body, I didn't see why, considering he had pecks and a six-pack.

"Then try something else on," Stiles replied and Danny glanced away looking embarrassed. "Sorry," Stiles said to his friend as Derek turned to find a different shirt. But right then Stiles and I both happened to look over at Danny and caught him checking Derek out... Stiles' mouth fell open in a large O shape. "Wha-? Hey! That one looks pretty good, huh?" he said while punching his buddy in the arm and gesturing toward Derek. Danny was staring at him. "What do you think Danny?" Stiles asked while pointing at Derek. His friend looked away again.

"Huh?" Danny asked, caught off guard.

"The shirt," Stiles said, pointing at Derek again, who was just standing there in an orange and blue striped shirt, looking like he was going to tear Stiles head off any minute.

"It's... it's not really his color..." Danny replied awkwardly while sparing another glance at Derek who still looked murderously mad as he began to take off that shirt, too. I was trying so hard not to laugh, but let out a snort on accident and quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. Derek glared at me and my eyes widened apologetically, but I still had to fight back the giggles. I couldn't believe how much orange and blue were absolutely not his color...

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't ya' Danny boy?" Stiles said to his friend as he leaned closer to him.

"You're a horrible person," Danny said.

"I know, it keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text..." Stiles said, refraining from smiling, but unable to keep the tone from his voice.

"Stiles!" Derek snapped. "None of these fit." Stiles looked from Derek to Danny.

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of the text," Danny caved and leaned forward beginning to type away on Stiles laptop.

Stiles punched the air enthusiastically and winked at me. "Yes! Whoo!"

A short time later, Danny and Stiles had switched places while Derek and I were watching over their shoulders as Danny operated the computer. He sighed. "There. This text was sent from a computer. This one," Danny explained as Derek leaned closer to get a better look.

"Registered from that account name?" Derek asked, and Danny nodded.

"No, no, no no, that can't be right," Stiles said. I leaned closer to the screen with furrowed brows.

"Text message located::filesystem catalog entry #
Account registered to:
Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

End search . . ."

The sun had set and Scott was out on the school field, minutes from the start of the lacrosse game. He was on the phone with Stiles who was sitting in his jeep with Derek in the passenger seat and me in the back.

"Did you get the picture?" Scott asked.

"Yeah I did, and it looks just like the drawing," Stiles replied. Derek grabbed Stiles by his arm and pulled the phone to his mouth.

"Hey if there's something on the back of it- it's gotta' be something- an inscription, an opening, something..." Derek said as Stiles winced in pain at his arm being twisted carelessly.

"No. No, the things flat and no it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, around it, nothing. And where were you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line," Scott said and then hissed.

"Where the hell is Ballinski, huh?" the coach complained loudly.

"Man, you're not gonna' play if you're not here to start," Scott said.

"I know. Look, if you just- if you see my dad can you tell him- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay?" There was a short pause. "Alright, thanks," Stiles said and got off the phone.

"You're not gonna' make it," Derek said instantly.

"I know," Stiles replied.

"And you didn't tell him about his mom either," Derek said while looking ahead.

Stiles sighed. "Not 'til we find out the truth." The three of us stared ahead at the Beacon Hills Hospital, long term care facility. BHMH for short.

"By the way, one more thing," Derek said.

"Yeah?" Stiles replied as he turned to look at him. All of the sudden Derek reached over and slammed Stiles face into the steering wheel. "AGH! God! What the hell was-?" Stiles cried out once Derek had released him. He grabbed at his forehead in pain.

"You know what that was for. Go," Derek said while pointing at him in a accusatory manner before then pointing in the direction of the hospital. I sniggered in the backseat because I knew why Derek had done it. It was payback for making him flaunt his manliness in front of Danny who had clearly checked him out earlier... Stiles sat there, still trying to recover. "Go," Derek demanded.

"I'll go with him," I interjected. Derek didn't protest as Stiles and I got out of the jeep, and slammed the car doors behind us.

"Yeah, I said I can't find him," Stiles said into the phone while shrugging and letting his free arm fall to his side.

"What's his uncle's name again?" I asked quietly as we walked through the eerily empty hospital hallway.

"Peter Hale," Stiles whispered in response.

"Look, ask for Jennifer, she's been looking after my uncle," Derek suggested while waiting in the jeep.

Stiles and I both made our way to Peter Hale's room, but once we got there, we saw that it was empty...

"Yeah, well he's not here either," Stiles said as we stood in the doorway staring at the empty wheelchair.

"What?" Derek asked sharply.

"He's not here. He's gone, Derek," Stiles repeated.

There was a moment of silence as Derek's brain worked frantically. "Stiles get out of there right now! It's him, he's the Alpha! Get out!" he said urgently.

I watched as Stiles lowered the phone, and the overwhelming feeling I had of being watched finally hit its peak. Stiles backed out of the room first and turned his head, his eyes fixating on something. My pulse raced as I stepped out into the hallway, and what I saw made me gasp; standing halfway around the corner was the man from the woods... Peter Hale... the Alpha. Stiles and I stared at him for a second when to my surprise, Peter smiled at us politely.

"You must be Stiles," he said while looking at him. Stiles was stunned into silence, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the man even if my life depended on it. "And you, my dear," he said as he looked directly at me, still smiling. My heart spluttered. "must be Kira." Stiles took a few steps backward and turned around to run away, but suddenly the nurse was standing there.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, causing Stiles to stop dead in his tracks. "Visiting hours are over."

Stiles faltered in his step. "You-?" he pointed at the nurse while turning his head to look at Peter. "and him? He-?" Stiles said while pointing to Peter. He looked back to the nurse again and lowered his hand. "So you're the one-? and he's the-?" he glanced at the Alpha again, his jaw falling askew. "Oh my God I'm gonna' die... I'm gonna' die," Stiles whined, running his hand through his hair subconsciously. SMACK! Derek had appeared out of nowhere and elbowed the nurse right in the face. Thud.

"That's not nice, she's my nurse," Peter crooned after her unconscious body had landed on the floor.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people," Derek replied. "Get out of the way," he said to me and Stiles. I backed into one of the empty rooms while Stiles stumbled to the side clumsily.

"Ah damn," Stiles groaned before dropping to the floor.

"You think I killed her on purpose? Hurt my own family?" Peter said as he approached his nephew. Derek snarled angrily, his blue eyes literally glowing as he barred his fangs aggressively and crouched into an attacking position. He sprung through the air, bounded off the side of the wall and leaped straight at Peter, who caught Derek before he could connect.

Peter slammed Derek against the wall. SLAM! Stiles scrambled across the floor on all fours to get away. Peter then took Derek by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the opposite wall. SLAM! Chunks of plaster fell and a cloud of dust filled the air as Derek landed on the floor, stunned. The Alpha just stood there and watched as Stiles tried to get to his feet while looking over his shoulder at everything that was happening. I was hidden just beyond the threshold of the doorway, watching.

Stiles almost fell over the nurses unconscious body on accident. "Oh! Shit!" he cursed under his breath while trying to catch his balance and back away. Derek was laying on the ground completely out of it, rolling around slowly and looking very dazed. Peter took advantage of the opportunity and bent down to grab his nephew by the throat. He lifted him up by his neck causing Derek to grunt and groan.

"My mind... my personality... were literally burned out of me," Peter said as he began to drag Derek along the floor and down the hallway by his throat. "It's being driven by pure instinct." He let go of Derek right then and turned away to crouch down and retrieve the keys from the nurse's unconscious body. I glanced around the corner and saw Derek groaning in pain and rolling around while his uncle was distracted.

"You want forgiveness?" SMACK! Derek had surprised Peter with a direct punch to the face. But to my surprise, Peter just took it, his body jolting to the side for the briefest of seconds before quickly recovering. Derek tried to follow up with a kick, but Peter blocked it and lunged forward, grabbing Derek by his jacket again and delivering a solid headbutt. CRACK! Derek grunted loudly in response and staggered backward in pain as Peter approached him.

"I want understanding," Peter replied before kicking Derek hard in the chest, sending him flying so far back that he landed face first on the floor. Thud. "Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years?" Peter said as he stood there and watched Derek spit blood on the floor as he tried to get up. "Slowly healing cell-by-cell, even more slowly coming back to consciousness," he continued. I saw Stiles watching Derek get to his feet from a room nearby. "Yes, becoming an Alpha. Taking that from her pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that," Peter said as he slowly closed the gap between his nephew.

Derek lunged at Peter with his fist again; first with a right, Peter ducked. Then with a left; Peter ducked again. Upon the third follow through with his right, Peter caught Derek's arm in mid-air. Derek tried to counter with his left, but Peter grabbed that hand, too, and quickly began to bend it backwards. Crack, crack. Derek yelled out in pain as the sound of bones cracking could be heard and Peter made Derek drop to his knees. Crack, crack. I winced as I watched in fear, unsure of what I should do...

"I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you," Peter said with a small nod as he bent down and grabbed Derek before suddenly throwing him through the glass window at the front desk. SMASH! Glass shattered all over the place as Derek rolled over the counter and onto the floor with a loud thud. Derek winced in pain, but began to drag himself by his elbows along the floor in an attempt to get away. Peter stood there watching for a moment before casually following.

I used the opportunity to step into the hallway and tail the two men. I didn't want to be caught, so I tried to be as quiet as I could. Derek continued to crawl away, coughing from all the exertion, but it was fruitless, for Peter was literally right behind him the entire time. Breathing heavily, Derek managed to prop himself up against a wall in another room. I paused just around the corner and peeked inside; blood stained Derek's nose, lips and chin as the two men stared at each other for a moment.

"I was going to wait for dramatic flare, but..." Peter said as he turned his head and looked into an odd circular mirror that was resting on a table beside him. I saw him sneer at his reflection while inspecting it. He turned his face to get a better look at his burned side before grabbing the round mirror and giving it a quick spin. Right before my very eyes the burns along Peter's face receded until, by the time the mirror had stopped spinning, they had vanished completely.

I gasped aloud and quickly clamped my hand over my mouth. My pulse was still racing as I stood around the corner, pressed up against the wall. I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed... I couldn't understand how he had healed himself like that..? I watched Peter check out his newly improved reflection in the mirror. "When you look this good... why wait?" he said as the men stared at each other again. "Derek you have to give me a chance to explain." He bent down so that he was eye-to-eye with his nephew. "After all... we're family."

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~Satine~