A/N: Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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Werewolves & Hunters


Misty's P.O.V.


Tilting my head, I focus all my attention on Scott's room. Everything else falls away as I focus every once in my body on Scott. Hearing him scramble out of his bedroom window and drop on the pavement below, has me silently swearing. I know that he has given into his wolf. I turn to Stiles and slap his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asks rubbing his arm.

"If someone tells you they suspect some else of murder you do not, I repeat DO NOT tell them that the person they like got a ride with the person that they suspect. I mean come on. Now I have to go after him." I says and Stiles gives me a rueful look.

"Sorry?" He says. Exasperated I mull over what I'm going to do. I need Stiles out of the way so he doesn't get hurt. If I had my way he wouldn't know a thing about the supernatural world. I'll probably need Roxy to keep him away. Stiles is know for doing exactly what he's told not to do.

"Whatever, It's fine. I need you to go home. You-" I start to say but he interrupts me.

"Hell no! Scott is my brother in all but blood and I want to be there for him. I don't care if he is half wolf or whatever." Stiles says. He stands tall, slightly towering over me. There is determination in his gaze and I feel a flash of pride. I always knew Stiles had the spirit of a warrior in him and it's coming out.

"I can't let you get hurt. You're human and he's a wolf. He has claws and fangs. He would never be able to forgive himself if he hurt you. I would never be able to forgive myself if I let you go after him and he hurt you...or worse kills you. I need you safe. We need safe." Tears well up in my eyes and he slumps. Running a hand through his hair as thinks and I watch anxious await his decision. I see realization light up and his eyes and my guts drops.

"Wait a minute. You said I couldn't go because I was human so why can you go?" He ask and I can see the silent unspoken question on the tip of his tongue, "You are human, right?" I know that he hesitant to ask because he's probably afraid of the answer.

"Because my dads a cop and he's trained both Roxy and me for practically our whole lives. And-"

"My dads a cop and I've been trained somewhat." He says interrupting me. I raise my eyebrows at him and he quickly makes a carry on gestures at me.

"As I was saying. Not only have we been trained but he's also taken us hunting and I know how to track animals or Scott in this case." His shoulders slump as he realizes how much sense my words make. He knows I'm right even if he doesn't want it to be true. I can also tell he still suspicion of me being human or not. I know I'm going to have to tell him and Scott soon, but...not tonight.

"Will you be okay?" He asks. My heart glows at the thought of Stiles being worried for my safety even if there's nothing for him to be worried about.

"Yeah. Can you and Roxy cover for me?" I ask and he nods as we make our way down the stairs. I really glad that Mama McCall had a shift tonight or else this would have been pretty hard to explain. "Oh, one more thing. Tell Roxy what happened but do not let her come after me. If you need to, just tell her that she needs to stay with you to protect you and that I got this. " I say seriously and he nods.

"How do you know that'll work. What if she doesn't listen to me?" He asks and I snort.

"It'll work. Believe me, my sister would travel to hell and back is you asked her to. She'll listen to you." He nods and I can't help but add, "When are you finally gonna man up, grow some balls and tell her you like her or at least ask her out on a date?" He looks around frantically as if she was here and could have some how heard. He glares at me before flipping me the bird and stalking over to his car. Getting in my slams the door and I can't help but make one more quip.

"Don't try anything with my sister!" I yell with a smirk. He glares at me but I can see the blush that extends from his face all the way down his neck.

"Whatever!" He shouts and drives away. Grinning I turn around before become serious. A shudder runs down my body and my skin ripples, you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then fur bursts out all over my body and I fall down landing on paws. This time was much quicker than the last. Shaking my fur I raise my head and suck in air. I'm search the air for Scott's scent.

As soon as I find it I take off. I'm pushing myself to be faster than I ever have been before. My strides lengthen and everything around me blurs. I wind whips through my fur and despite the dire situation I can't feel my enjoy myself. Following Scott's scent I find him standing by a car parked at the entrance to the Beacon Hill Preserve. I watch warily as he sniffs the air and then continues into the woods. I know Scott would never hurt me but I also know that Scott's not the one in control right now. I follow him silently at a safe distance, constantly slipping in and out of the trees. I watch as Scott sees Allison's jacket on a tree. I hear a noise and by low growl and whipping of his head around to face the direction of the noise so did Scott.

"Where is she?" Scott asks in a strange voice. I have to fight the urge to whine, as Scott sounds so different from the one I know and love.

"She's safe... from you." Derek say, his voice bouncing around in the dark. Looking around I spot Derek several paces in front of Scott and to his right. I can tell that Scott had spotted Derek with his enhanced werewolf vision when his body tenses and he prowls forward. They start to fight, and my instinct don't know what to do. One half of me his telling my to protect my brother slash packmate and the other is telling me to protect Derek, my...mate. Whatever that means. Before I can decide Derek pins Scott against a tree. I decide to let this play out before I intervene.

"What did you do with her?" Scott asks. Then, hearing something only he can hear, Derek shushes Scott. Cocking my ear, I listen as the trees warn me of the approach of hostile hunters. Growling lowly, I start to slowly and silently back up.

"Shh... Quiet. Too late, they're already here. Run!" Derek yells looking worried and takes off running. I instinctively turn to follow him but stop when I see Scott is not following. He seems to make up his mind to follow but by then it's to late. The hunters have arrived. He begins to run but an arrow-borne flare strikes a nearby tree blinding him. A second arrow pierces his right forearm pinning him to a tree. With my enhanced vision, I see three figures several feet away aiming crossbows at him.

One by one the figures step from the shadows and into the moonlight. I can't tell which families they're from. The last figure steps out into the moonlight and I am shocked to see he resembles my dad. Freezing, I'm not sure what to do. Only his scent lets me know that he's in fact not my dad.

"Take him." I hear the man say calmly and I shake off my shock and start running. Derek then attacks, throwing two of the hunters through the air and breaking the arrow pinning Scott's arm. They running from the hunter with me right on their heels. Once they reach a safe distance they stop. Scott collapses against a tree and resumes his fully human form. Enough of this, I think. Time to change back. Once more a shudder runs up and down my body and you can clearly see the bones rearranging under my skin. Another shudder runs down the length up my body and then I'm kneeling on the ground in human form again.

"Who were they?" Scott asks and I briefly wonder if Derek's would tell him the truth and if so, would he going to downplay the danger. I decide not to wait around to find out.

"Hunters." I say making my presence know from behind Derek. He growls and shifts, his eyes flashing and electrifying blue and his canines razor sharp. Whirl around he spots me behind him to his left. I am partial hidden in the shadows.

"Who are you and why couldn't I smell or hear you?" He demands, his whole body tense and ready for a fight. I feel a flash of hurt but dismiss it quickly. I guess our makeout session wasn't that memorable in his eyes.

"I'm Gem. Don't you remember me?" I ask with a pout as I step out into the moonlight. His eyes widen briefly before narrowing. I feel a flash of pride for surprising him before that turns to anger as he growls at me and slams me up against the nearest tree.

"Are you a hunter?" He asks tightening his grip on my throat. I very grateful for shifter healing at this moment. My dad would freak if he saw the hand print marks in the morning. Luckily, (For Derek) he won't. I smirk angrily and slam my knee into his balls and then flip us, so he is now the one pined against the tree.

"Now I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you try that again." I say in a deadly tone, like ice over steel. Deadly no matter how you present it. His eyes widened and flash with new found respect for me. Pushing down the joy that makes me feel, I let go of him and step away. "Now don't you think If I was a hunter you two would be alive right now?" I asks with a smug smirk and a duh tone.

"Misty, what are you doing here?" Scott asks, now that Derek and I are finished.

"Tracked and followed you. Had to make sure you were safe. You really didn't think I'd let you come out here all by yourself, even with the fangs and claws, did you?" I asks, the love I have for Scott clearly coming through my voice and shining in my eyes. I grab him and he stands patiently as I inspect the arrow hole. After determining that he's okay I pull him into a hug and subtlety scent mark him. I hear a low growl for Derek and grin when I realize he's jealous of Scott.

"Hunters?" Scott asks questioningly going back to my answer for his previous question, leaning into me for comfort. I smile as his wolf already instinctively knows that I'm a packmate. I let my finger trace the curve in the side of his neck. It's the best place for scent marking.

"Yeah. Hunters. They're coming after our kind for centuries." Derek says straightening up his jacket.

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott cries and I roll my eyes at his drama. He really is a drama king.'I think as I lean up against a tree. Scott automatically follows me back. Besides Derek has blue eyes instead of red. Only an Alpha's eyes are red and only an Alpha can bite and change a human.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given what the most human would kill for. The bite is a gift." Derek says trying to convince Scott it's not so bad.

"I don't want it." Scott says stubbornly.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it." Pausing he leans forward his resting flat against the tree and in between Scott's head and my thigh. "So you and me, Scott, we're brothers now." Derek says and pushes himself up so he's standing. His eyes rake over my body and I can't help but shiver. The darkening of his eyes says he saw it. Flashing me one last smirk he turns and walks away deeper into the woods.

Fuck! I think with a groan. I drop my dead back only to wince as it connects with rough, hard bark. Looking down at Scott I note with worry that he has this dazed look in his eyes. He gets up mechanically and blindly walks forward.

"Scott...SCOTT!" I shout and he seems to snap back to himself.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" I ask, noting the still blank look in his eyes. He seems to stare of in to the distance for a while before shrugging his shoulders.

"I really have no idea." He says, looking so helpless that I just want to hug him. Intertwining my arm in his, we walk through the woods in silence. Eventually we find the road and head in the general direction of town. The sun slowly comes up behind us and I groan. Looks like no sleep for me. I think tiredly with a yawn.

"Sorry, you had to come after me." Scott says, so low that if I didn't have supernatural hearing I wouldn't have heard it.

"It's fine, really. " He opens his mouth to interrupt looking doubtful but I don't let him speak. "Scott..you are my brother. It doesn't matter to me that we don't share the same blood. As Bobby says "Family don't end in blood." We both share a laugh at that, "Seriously though, I choose to come out after you. You didn't force me. I would do anything for you guys. You're all my best friends slash adopted siblings. I love you, Scott. I would do anything...hurt anybody to help you." I say fiercely, my every word conveying how much I mean every word. He hugs me, tears in his eyes.

"Thanks." He whispers in a chocked voice. I hum in agreement just as the rumble of Stiles's jeep comes up from behind us. Frowning I wonder how exactly Stile got away from Roxy. I only left him with her because I knew she would keep him safe. Knowing Stiles though, he probably exhausted her and then waited for her to fall asleep before sneaking out. Stopping we turn and wait for him to catch up to us and stop the car. Pulling up, Stiles look over the two of us worried.

"Did you two have a midnight romp in the woods?" He jokes as we climb in. Startled I look down at myself. I am covered in leaves and dirt. My hair is disheveled and generally I look like a mess.

"Don't look at me." I joke, wrapping myself in a semi-clean blanket that he has in the backseat. As he's driving along, Stiles keeps sneaking peeks at Scott who is once again looking dazed.

"You know what just worries me the most?" Scott suddenly asks and I roll my eyes. I swear if he says Allison I might jump over the seat and strangle him. Not that I don't love that Scott has a crush but right now there are bigger things to worry about. Mainly that he's a freakin werewolf.

"If you say Allison I'm going to punch you in the head." Stiles says and I can't help but says, "Here, here."

"She probably hates me now." He moans.

"I doubt that. Though you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology." He says and Scott groans.

"Scott, I saw the way she was looking at you. She'll give you another chance. Promise." I say understanding that he's most likely latching on to the most normal thing he can think of. He smile at me although I can still see some doubt on his face.

"Or you know. You could tell her the truth and revel in the fact that your a freakin werewolf." Stiles say and I slap the back of his head and mutter, "Not helping." as Scott looks at him alarmed. "Okay bad idea." He says rubbing the back of his head and shrugging his shoulders. "Hey we'll get through this. Come on! If I have to I'll chain you up myself on full moon night and feed you live mice...I had a boa once. I could do it."

Smiling I wrap my arms around the both of them. "What he said. Minus the mice." I say and they laugh. It warms my heart two hear the two of them laughing. My wolf recognizes them as packmates and it tears me up to see them sad or hurt. At the thought of them getting hurt my mind turns to Derek. I need to see him. I think determinedly.

"So who's house?" Stiles asks glancing at me through the mirror.

"Mine." I answer resolutely. Nothing is going to stop me from seeing Derek. Nodding Stiles turns yet I can see the suspicion clouding his eyes. I really hope that he lets this go because I know what he's like when he thinks someone is hiding a secret. He digs and digs till he finds the secret out. It's funny thought that for being such a good detective he still hasn't figured out that Roxanne has a major crush on him.