A/N: -_- Curve balls… that's all Season Two has thrown at me. Curve balls. Okay, so firstly, I don't hate Erica anymore. I don't like her, but I don't hate her. And it's all because of one line; "Stiles, you make a good Batman". Literally, the sweetest line anyone on that show has ever said and I don't hate her anymore because of it. Call me crazy. Speaking of crazy… WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.! Peter? Alive? WHAT? I am SO CONFUSED.! So what do you guys think? Is Lydia crazy or is Peter really back? Further more, Scott joins the pack.! FINALLY! Now all he has to do is dump Allison. I'm sorry, I just don't like her. I mean, its just the way that she acts and that she makes Scott act… I don't know if that makes sense so we're just going to move on…

Disclaimer:: Please see previous chapters because I'm tired of typing it...

Chapter Seven:

"Are you okay?" Scott asked when Ross came downstairs the next morning, with a dark blue robe thrown over her bed shirt.

She gave him a long look. "… I need… a drink. Like whiskey. Does Melissa have whiskey?"

Scott slowly shook his head.

"Damn." Ross hissed, opening the refrigerator.

"I'm really sorry." Scott said after a minute of silence.

"Rule number four."

Never apologize… it's a sign of weakness.

Ross pulled out the Apple Juice and then a package of eggs. She slammed a plastic cup onto the table along with a bowl to mix the eggs in.

"Don't you have school?"

"It's six o'clock."

Ross looked at the clock. "Oh. Do you need a ride?"

Scott shook his head. "I'm just going to take my bike today. Stiles and I have plans."

"Okay. Well, I have work tonight so I'll see you whenever."

"I'm not leaving yet."

Ross glared at him.

"I'm leaving now."

She nodded before turning back to making her eggs. She'd just dumped the mixed eggs into the frying pan when her heart dropped.

Girl you make my speakers go BOOM BOOM

Dancin' on the tailgate in the full moon

Ross threw her head back and groaned. "Seriously?" She whined, pulling the phone from her robe pocket.

That kind of thing makes a man go-

"Hello?" Her voice whiney and breakable.

"What's wrong?" Mandie asked, sounding panicked.

"Nothing. I'm just tired."

"She lies!"

Ross groaned. "Hello Evan."

"Hiya Rossie!" Ross didn't have to be looking at him to see the large grin on Mandie's older brother's face. "Now what's wrong?"

"Nothing Evan."

"Come on Rossie."

"Stop calling me Rossie." She snarled.

"Listen." Mandie said in her best, most authoritive voice. "We're almost to your house so you might as well tell us what's wrong."

"You're what?"

"Almost to your place. When I told Evan and John about Scott getting bit and Derek being attacked by the Alpha and you being threatened by the Alpha they freaked out and went all Jock on us. So Evan and I are on the way down, help you figure out who the Alpha is.."

"Oh God." Ross whined, slumping to the floor.

"What is it?"

"I know who the Alpha is."

"You do?" Mandie and Evan asked together.

"Yeah. It's Peter Hale."

Silence ensued.

"It's who now?" Evan finally stuttered out.

"Peter Hale? Derek's uncle? He's the Alpha."

More silence.

"Well… I never saw that one coming."

"Neither did I."

"How's Derek taking it?" Mandie asked.

Ross almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Ross? Your heart rate's going up." Evan said, and Ross could hear the panic in his voice. "What's wrong?"

"Boys are stupid."

"Hurtful." Evan murmured.

"Shut up!" Mandie snapped. "Ross what happened?"

"Derek's helping Peter."

"He's WHAT?"

"Did I stutter?" Ross snarled. Guilt immediately flooded her. "Sorry."

"Rule number four." Mandie reminded her gently.

"How could he do that to me?"

"I dunno sweetie. We're about an hour away. We'll be there soon. Hang in there Ross."

xXx

"Okay, explain it again."

"I have explained it two hundred fifty thousand million times! I am not going over it again!"

"Rossie-"

"Evan, if you do not stop calling me Rossie I am going to inject Nordic Blue Wolf's Bane into your little werewolf ass!"

Evan looked taken aback. "Well." He murmured. "Somebody had an extra big bowl of Bitch Flakes this morning."

"Get out." Mandie ordered, jabbing a finger towards Ross's bedroom door. Rolling his eyes, twenty-five-year-old did as he was told.

"Boys are stupid." Ross whimpered, flopping back on her bed.

"I know sweetie. And I know you don't want to think about it, but we have to come up with a way to stop Peter and Derek and what are you doing?" Mandie asked, watching as Ross flipped through something on her phone.

"Changing my ring tone because if I hear Luke Bryan one more time I'm going to cry." Ross replied.

Mandie fell backwards on her back so she could look at Ross's phone. "Do something by Taylor Swift." The slightly older girl advised. "She reminds me of you."

"Why?"

"She spunky. She's really, really, really sweet but if you piss her off, oh boy. Watch your back."

Ross smiled. "Sounds more like Laura."

Mandie shrugged. "Not really. Laura was more of a…" Mandie paused to think. "A Miranda Lambert. Spunky, crazy, and rarely seriously sweet."

Ross rolled her eyes, chuckling slightly.

"Oh! I know!" Mandie exclaimed, holding out her hand for the phone. "Let me see."

Raising an eyebrow, Ross did as her friend asked. After a minute of flicking through the phone, Mandie handed it back and pulled out her own phone.

"Ready?"

Ross rolled her eyes and nodded, letting Mandie push the call button.

She's not a saint

And she's not what you think

She's an actress

She's better known for the things that she does

On the mattress

Soon she's gonna find

Stealing other people's toys on the playground

Won't make you many friends

She should keep in mind

She should keep in mind

There is nothing I do

Better than revenge

Ha!

Ross left out a short laugh. "Very nice."

"I know. Now, being serious again?"

Ross took in a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. We've got to think of a plan."

xXx

To say that Jackson had a long day was an understatement. So he did what any normal sixteen-year-old boy would do. He took it out on his car, music blaring and doing donuts in the parking lot behind the school. It was almost working… until the Engine Check Light came on.

Cursing, he got out of the car and threw open the hood to take a look. As far as he could tell there was absolutely nothing wrong. But than again, he was not a car person.

"Son of a-"

The sound another car pulling up stopped Jackson's swear word short and he turned around to see Chris Argent stepping out of his own car. "Having car troubles?" He called.

Jackson stared at him before slowly nodding.

"Let me have a look." Chris said, approaching him.

"That's alright." Jackson replied quickly. "I'll just call a tow truck."

"Well, I know a few things about cars." Chris assured him, running his hands over the engine, careful not to disrupt the bug he'd placed there.

"I don't know. This is an expensive car and they have this warranty if you do your own repairs."

"Well, it'll be our little secret." Chris told him. "Come here, I'll show you what to look for."

Chris carefully grabbed the back of Jackson's neck, bringing him forwards. He held him there for a minute before Jackson jerked out of his grip. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but notice the nick on your neck. How'd you do that?"

"It's just a scratched." Jackson said, sounding a little freaked out.

"Funny." Chris pondered. "It looks a lot like claw marks."

"It's nothing. It's fine. I'll just call a tow truck."

"Is there a reason you're so reluctant to tell me what happened?"

Squealing tires and loud music announced the arrival of Stiles and Scott. Stiles brought his jeep to a stop and he and Scott smiled through the passenger side widow at Jackson and Chris.

"Hey Jackson. Hi Mr. Argent." Scott called.

"You having car troubles Jackson?" Stiles asked, leaning forwards to see past Scott. "There's a shop a few blocks away. We can give you a ride."

"No, it's fine." Jackson replied, clearly annoyed.

"Aw, come on now Jackson. You're too pretty to be out here all by yourself."

"Yeah." Scott agreed, shooting Jackson a "get in the car before I use my werewolf powers to kick your ass" look. "It's no trouble."

"Yeah, okay, I guess." Jackson mumbled, walking towards the car.

Scott threw open the door and stepped out so Jackson could get in. While the three boys were concentrated on each other, Chris reached down and pulled the bug out of the car.

"Hey boys!" He called, reaching into the car and turning on the ignition letting the car start smoothly. "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

He smiled at them one more time before getting into his car and driving off.

"What are you following me now?" Jackson demanded when Chris was out of sight.

"Yes you freakin' idiot!." Scott cried, slamming the door shut. Stiles jumped out of the jeep to get between the two as Scott continued to freak out. "You almost gave it all away right there!"

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta!"

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott yelled, turning around and slamming his fist into the hood of Stiles's jeep.

"Dude, my jeep." Stiles whined.

"I could hear your heart beating from a mile away. Literally!" Scott snapped, ignoring Stiles completely. "Now he thinks there's something wrong and now I have to keep an eye on you too so he doesn't KILL YOU!"

Letting his temper get the best of him, Scott turned to hit Stiles's jeep again. Eyes wide, Stiles leapt onto Scott, holding him back.

"Okay, woah, woah, woah!" Stiles said, pulling Scott back. "Let's just step away from Stiles's jeep, okay?"

"You know what? This is your problem, not mine." Jackson snapped. "I didn't say anything which means you're the one that's going to get me killed! Okay, this is your fault!"

Jackson stepped forwards, pushing Scott hard into Stiles's jeep.

"Okay, can we stop hitting my jeep!" Stiles cried.

Scott ignored him, pushing Jackson back and Stiles jumped in the middle, pushing them away from each other. "Okay, guys stop."

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." Scott told him harshly, relaxing somewhat when he turned to look at Stiles. "I can't protect anyone."

"Why are you looking at me?" Stiles demanded.

"You know what, now you have to do it." Jackson said. "Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No you won't." Scott said, desperate for Jackson to understand. "Just trust me. All it does is make things worse."

"Oh yeah, really? You know, you can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hard ship McCall."

"Yeah, I can run really fast now." Scott agreed. "But half the time I'm running away from people trying to KILL ME!"

Jackson rolled his eyes.

"And I can hear things. Like my girlfriend telling people she doesn't trust me just before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

Jackson rolled his eyes again and shook his head. "It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. You wanna know what it's really like? It's like you're sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche."

Jackson hissed the last part before returning to his car and driving off. Unable to help himself, Scott let out one last yell of anger and turned, slamming his fist into Stiles's jeep.

"Dude!" Stiles cried.

xXx

"Ross, who are these people and why are they in our house?" Scott hissed into his phone, carefully eyeing the two strangers one the couch.

The girl looked like she was couple of years older than Ross with jet black hair pulled back in a braid and blue eyes. The guy was older than Ross by at least three if not four years, his hair was also jet black, and kind of shaggy, but his eyes were a dark brown, darker than Ross's eyes.

"They smell funny."

The man looked offended. "I can hear you, ya know?" He snarled.

"Ross." Scott hissed again.

"They're my friends Mandie and Evan, they came down to help with our problem, Evan's a wolf and Mandie has the gene so she smells funny." Ross sighed in return. "Scott I've really got to go. It's my first day and talking on my cell phone is not going to look good."

"What am I supposed to tell Mom?"

"Tell her I wasn't handling the whole Derek thing well so Mandie and Evan came down for moral support. I. Have. To. Go."

Scott sighed, a whiny sigh. "Alright. Goodbye."

"Wait!" Mandie jumped off the coach and grabbed the phone. "Ross?"

"What?"

"You're working in a weapons store, right?"

"Sporting goods."

"A weapons store. Excellent. Bring me back a compound bow."

"Do I want to know why?"

"Because if I'm going to kill Peter Hale, I'm going to do it right God damn it!" Mandie exclaimed, pressing the End Call button and tossing the phone back to Scott. "Friends." She sighed as if she'd just said "boys" instead.

xXx

"Have a good night Miss McCoy."

Ross smiled at her boss. "Thanks Mr. Ryan." She replied, hoisting the compound bow over her shoulder and leaving the store.

"Ross!" Mr. Ryan called before she'd completely left.

Ross quickly backtracked in through the door and looked back at her boss. He walked towards her, clutching two small cases in his hand. Stopping in front of her, he handed them to her one at a time.

"Those bows I gave you, you can change the tip." He said. "Flash bulb." He placed the first case in her hand. "And Wolf's Bane."

Ross's eyes widened and she stared up at him as he placed the second case in her palm. He smiled gently.

"Have a nice night, Miss McCoy. And be careful."

Ross stared after him as he left, her mouth slightly agape. Had he just given her things to hunt a werewolf? How in God's great name did he know?

"Oh my God." She said shaking her head. "Talk about a worst kept secret."

xXx

I have to do this.

You're not a killer.

I have to do this.

She'll never look at you the same.

I have to do this!

Laura would be so ashamed.

Peter's all I have left. Laura's dead, she left me!

Peter killed her!

He didn't mean it! I don't want to be alone.

You have Ross…

Not anymore…

Derek couldn't believe he was about to do this. But he had to, didn't he? Laura would've killed him for this. But Jackson was a threat, right? He had to be taken care of.

"What's in here?" There was a slight note of uncertainty in Jackson's voice, and based on his heart rate, he was definitely afraid.

Coward.

"Everything you want." Derek replied.

Jackson slowly walked up to the door. He stood, staring at it for a minute before carefully looking over his shoulder at Derek, who gestured towards the door. Slowly, Jackson reached forwards and pushed the door to the Hale House open. He started when Derek appeared behind him, gripping his shoulder.

"It's gonna be alright." He assured Jackson, unsure whether he was talking to himself or the teen. "Trust me." He pushed Jackson inside.

The teen began looking around at the house, his breathing speeding up slightly and Derek closed the door behind him.

"This house." Jackson said slowly. "It's the same house."

Derek took half a step forwards. "What'd you say?"

"I've dreamt about this place. I remember th-the staircase, I remember the walls, I remember… everything."

"You've been here?"

"No." Jackson said, turning to face him in front of the staircase. "Never. I dreamt about this place."

Derek's eyebrow creased in confusion. There was no blip in his heart rate. He wasn't lying.

"There's no one else here." Jackson said, his eyes tearing up slightly.

Derek shook his head, stepping towards Jackson.

"Anyone else coming?"

Derek shook his head again. Another step forwards. He slowly uncurled the fist he'd made, revealing his claws. Jackson's heart rate spiked. Jackson tripped on the stairs, trying to step backwards. Did he ever look pathetic.

You can't kill him.

"Please." Jackson said, his heart in his throat. "Please don't, okay? I'll shut up. I'll never say another word again. I-I'll leave Scott alone. Please. You can't do this! Please."

Laura would be so ashamed.

"Please." Jackson begged, tears starting to steam down his face. "I don't' deserve it."

"I think you do." Derek replied, emotionlessly.

"No!" Jackson tried.

"Look around you!" Derek snarled. "Wouldn't there be someone around you, trying to save you? There's a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair. And no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team!"

"Excuse me!" Derek and Jackson looked to the top of the stairs. Scott was standing there, looking annoyed and angry. "Co-Captain." In a single jump, he landed in front of Jackson wolfed out and ready to fight.

Derek let out a roar, shifting into his wolf form as well. "Move." He ordered.

"No." Scott replied sharply.

"Fine." Derek snarled. "I'll kill you too."

You'll loose Ross.

A whistling attacked the wolves' sensitive hearing. Derek turned to look at the door before turning back to Scott.

"Cover your eyes!" He ordered, dropping to his knees and covering his eyes.

An arrow whistled into the wall to Scott's left, a blinding light exploding from it. Jackson dove away from the staircase and took off, not a second too soon. Gunfire erupted from the other side of the door. Derek dove behind the nearest wall. Scott, however, was too stunned to move. Bullets drove themselves into his abdomen.

Finally Scott managed to get away from the gunfire, holding his badly wounded stomach area. Derek's eyes found him. Almost immediately his own words came back to haunt him.

"You and me? We're brothers now Scott."

He closed his eyes, looking away. Brothers.

"You didn't have to do that." A thirteen-year-old Derek said. "Dad's gonna be really mad."

He looked up at his older brother. Jock was eighteen, taller than him, stronger than him, and very protective of him. This incident had been no different. Their cousin, Dave, had never been too fond of Derek and, since Dave was older than Derek and therefore stronger and faster, family reunions always seemed to end with Derek nursing a broken bone. And that was no fun. Cuts, scratches, and bruises took seconds to heal but broken bones took several, painful hours depending on the break.

This time however, it would be Dave who was nursing broken bones. Three to be exact. His nose, his wrist, and his right cheek bone.

Jock smiled down at Derek, ruffling his hair. "Don't worry about it. That's what brothers are for. We protect each other. Besides, I can handle Dad… And if not I'll make Mom handle Dad." Jock replied with a wink and a soft chuckle.

Jock's laughter echoed in his ears as he continued to stare at Scott. The continuous gun fire made it almost impossible for him to get to Scott.

"Scott, get out!" He called, gesturing to the doorway behind Scott that led to the kitchen and the kitchen door.

Scott didn't move, just continued to stare down at his bloody hands. Cursing in his head, Derek glanced at the door one last time before pushing himself away from the wall and running to Scott. He dragged the younger wolf to his feet and pushed him into the kitchen.

"Run!" He ordered before turning back to the front door.

"That's what brothers are for. We protect each other."

He flung open the door, only to find one shooter; Kate Argent. He gave a sharp howl at her before she sneered and squeezed the trigger again.

Laura would be proud.

Jock would be proud.

You have Ross…

A/N: And there we have it.! I hope you've enjoyed :) Gave you a quick glance at Mandie, who will be showing up a little more for the rest of this fic and for the sequel… if you guys want a sequel. P.S. my favorite part about writing this chapter was Derek's speech to Jackson about how no one cares about everything he has, because Derek's right! In the end no one cares about that! It's who you are that matters, not how pretty you are, or how rich you are, or how good at sports you are. IT'S WHO YOU ARE! That concludes my sermon, I'll be passing the dish around for collections in a moment. JK, but that was a serious rant. Anyways, let me know what you thought. R&R :D