I'm an so happy at the sudden elavation in the number of reviews! Thank You all so much for Favoriting, Reviewing and Following! So, here's another chapter of ATBM! Finally Artemis/Derek reunion! Hope you enjoy and constructive critisism would be more then welcome! Tell me what you like and what you don't! Without any further ado, Chapter 7 eveyone!

When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth

"You're not Stiles"

Artemis stared at the man before him. His dark hair was tousled and his green eyes, as if a forest clouded by dull grey patter. His jaw was tightened, stubble dotting it and his sharp cheekbones. For a moment Artemis thought she had broken something inside her by just looking at him. But it really wasn't his all gorgeous beauty, it was his eyes, eyes a colour so deeply connected to her that she felt shaken. She knew those eyes.

Suddenly, the man's lips moved his voice barely audible. All Artemis heard was a mumble. She leaned her ear in a bit to hear clearly. "What?"

Another mumble.

"Wha..."

"GET OFF!"

Artemis almost fell back. She had known she was keeping him down on the cocoa carpet, and she didn't plan on getting off, but seriously, screaming at the person whose house you broke in, not exactly the beat of manner. But she could change her position, not straddle him, you know...?

Artemis got her bearings back and stared down at the grumpy man.

"Umm, no sir, "Artemis spoke sternly, changing her position to one where she sat cross-legged on the man's torso. A much ripped torso. "I'm not the one breaking into people's houses. Shut up and state you're business, I'm sure you're not stupid enough to steal something from the Sheriff's house" she narrowed her eyes taking in the annoyed face of the intruder. "Or are you?"

"Ummm Arty?" Stiles had spoken after a long time, cutting through the tension with a blunt knife.

"Yeah kid?" she called back, her eyes not leaving the moron beneath her's face.

"That's my, uh, coach. Yeah! He's my coach! He teaches me, uh Lacrosse. Yeah! He helps me and Scott with Lacrosse. Please get off him." He spoke the last part as if a bomb was going to explode; fast and softly.

"Oh." Artemis scrambled off him, not even offering him an apologic smile. The man got up, huffing as he glared at Artemis, who didn't seem fazed.

"How'd he get in?"

Stiles spluttered, something Artemis noticed, he did a lot, and fumbled. "I g-gave him a pair o-of keys. Don't worry, we c-can trust him." Stiles gave a less than assuring smile, as he glanced at Old Fart.

Then, Stiles proceeded to introduce him. That's a normal thing to do, right? "Arty this is my coach," He waved his hand lazily at the brooding figure who was now standing in a shady patch, the shadows casting angular shade across his face, making him ,look even more intriguing. "Coach Hale, Coach Derek Hale."

Even before Stiles finished the whole thing, Artemis' head snapped up and she stared at Derek, a look so blank that Derek and Stiles became worried. "Ummm, Arty?" Stiles asked gingerly, but stumbled back as Artemis shot out and leaped at Derek, locking her arms around his neck. Stiles, for a moment, though she was strangling him, but later realized she was hugging him; so hard that it seemed she would squeeze the shit out of him.

If someone said Derek looked taken aback, that would be the understatement of the year. He stumbled at the force at which the frail girl jumped at him at balanced himself by grabbing the girl.

Artemis laughed a laugh one would laugh if they found something, lost unexpectedly. Little did Stiles know, that was exactly how Artemis felt.

"Oh my hippos, you fugly whale! You really did turn into a biker." Artemis laughed into Derek's shoulder grinning like an idiot at the familiar smell of pine, autumn and a dull whiff of spice.

Fugly whale. Only one person ever called him that, with the exception of his dead sister. Derek pulled back the woman hugging him and stared at her, just as she had moments ago. Seeing his blank expression she laughed again, grinning, bouncing a little in his grasp.

"Don't recognize me without my tees, braces and glasses?" she tsked a little, flicking a perfectly manicured finger at his cute nose.

Derek's expression suddenly broke into one of sheer joy, and he pulled her back into hug, grinning into his best friend's hair as Stiles watched, his jaw hanging. What the fa...

"Where have you been?" He asked, still taking in the smell of her shampoo.

"Oh, you know, here and there, almost everywhere, but pre dominantly New York." She waved her hand behind his back as he rolled his eyes. "What 'bout you? Howling at the moon, running around in your boxers?" Artemis teased him, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, making Derek huff, his sharp nose expanding a bit.

"No."

"Sure" Artemis dragged, pursing her lips to stop a grin from surfacing.

"You've managed to annoy me in the first hour of our reunion. Typical Arty, typical." He still didn't smile, but his eyes smiled for him, his green orbs shining, more like glittering in the dull light.

Hearing her nickname, which originated from the very man before her, made her fingers tingle, triggering a hatchet buried deep within her to surface. A hatchet full of memories, though beautiful, deep enough to cut her heart.

She pushed the hatchet back and glanced at still surprised Stiles, who was effectively stupefied at seeing the Big Bad Wolf grin. "So Coach, don't you have to train our scrawny sir stupid?"

"I'm not his Coach." Still simple, short and sturdy. What the hell happened to monologue Derek, who wouldn't shut up even if you grovelled? Though, shoving pasta down his throat usually worked.

"Yeah y-you are!" Stiles stuttered loudly, glaring uselessly at Derek.

"She knows." Again with the short, yet ridiculously effective answers.

Stiles gaped like a dead fish, his whiskey orbs wide. He pointed mutely at Artemis, then back a Derek, shaking his head sluggishly. "She knows? She knows that you guys run under the moon, barking at it, or does she know that some homicidal lizard is running around, wielding his tail of glory and paralysing people? Or both?" Stiles threw his arms up exasperatedly, his scared demeanour melting away.

"Yeah" Artemis dragged, propping her elbow on Derek's shoulder, much to Derek's disapproval, evident by his continuous glaring. First at Artemis, then at her elbow poking him in his shoulder. Trust Arty to get way to comfortable.

"So you know about wet dogs?" Stiles asked leaning forward, his code word a clear pun, again much to Derek's annoyance.

Artemis threw her head back and laughed, and Derek understood why Stiles and Arty got along so well. She had a box full of puns and crude nicknames.

"Yes, Stiles, I know about wet dogs and howling huskies. My whole life, literally, revolves around them. Why do you think I came back so unexpectedly? I heard about the Kanima, your 'lizard dude',and was obliged to fly here to help."

Stiles stared a little more, before his nose inflated and her turn on his heel and marched out the door dramatically.

As his lanky form disappeared through the door, she turned to Derek. "I also heard about a very irrational Alpha, who was biting teens with their consent."

"Exactly, I had their consent." He turned to her, face still serious as shit. He had just confirmed her suspicion, he was the moronic Alpha she had heard about.

Guess she'd be spending a lot of time with him.


"Guess who I met." Artemis sung, still happy at her unexpected meeting with Derek.

"No waaaay!" Brad seemed even happier than Artemis, "Did you tell him you're his fiancé?" he asked excitedly. Artemis could see him jumping around like a little baby.

"Yeah sure, I just went like 'Hey Derek! We got engaged right before your family burnt to crisp and now I'm back. Please be my fiancé too!' No you doofus!" Artemis rolled her eyes at Brad's overly stupid stupidity.

"Sheesh, woman. I was just asking." Brad whined on the other end, mock hurt. "Anyway, any developments?"

Artemis sighed, "No Brad. I haven't gotten anything done. But I do know who the Alpha is." She grinned, waiting to surprise Brad.

"Who?"

"Derek."

The other end was silent until she heard a muffled crash and a string a profanities, which was definitely Brad, which was evident by the use of 'Holy Hippos' and 'Dancing Dicks' as swear words.

"When did he turn so moronic?" Brad's voice was a few octaves higher than before, but he didn't sound angry. Just extremely surprised.

"He always was." Artemis answered honestly, flopping down onto the bed. Derek had left a while ago, after a quick cup of coffee and a phone call from a frantic pack member. She was happy he didn't hear that, seeing that he would feel betrayed. After all, it was Artemis that boosted his ego even more so he could go get his girl.

Brad suddenly cursed again, this time seemingly caught off guard. "Bucket load of klunk! My pancakes burnt to their shanking death!" looks like Brad just finished the Maze Runner. "Call you later!" he screamed, but his voice sounded distant, as if he was a few steps back. The dial tone went dead and Artemis rolled her ashen grey eyes, throwing her iPhone on the messy comforter.

She let her head fall, her mahogany hair creating an uneven halo around her head, her skin looking even paler, making her eyes seem striking. Her chest rose and fell and she began to think of her encounter with Derek and how much he had changed. Goofy to grumpy, hilarious to hot, badass to broody, though she was sure that Derek was still badass, and sarcastic to sombrely sexy.

Yep, big change.

If she felt he had changed so much to become unrecognizable, then, how much had she changed to become unrecognizable?

And these thoughts floated in her mind as she drifted off to sleep, Stiles' wet snores from across the hall, becoming a soothing harmony.


And there it is, Chapter 7! I really liked writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it! I just finished the Maze runner and if you haven't READ IT! I only read it because of the movie, which stars Dylan O'Brien as the main character. I is truly epic! Dylan o'Brien is perfect for Thomas (The main guy)

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