Scott, Stiles and I were all hanging out in my room when my phone rang. "It's Derek." Scott and Stiles looked at each other, but I ignored them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I think I've got a lead on the alpha."

"Are you serious?"

"Look out your window." I moved to the window to find Derek and his car parked in front of my window. I hung up the phone, opened the window and looked down at him. "Are you insane? My dad could pull up any minute."

"Come help me."

Scott and Stiles pushed me out of the way so they could look at Derek. "Thanks guys," I said. "It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything."

"Where is he?" Scott asked ignoring me.

"The school." I heard Derek answered.

"Why does he insist on doing everything at the school?"

I turned around and walked out of the house. When I got outside and close to Derek I heard Scott say. "I don't know."

"Don't be a wuss." I said looking up at them. "Are you coming or not?" Derek turned to look at me with a smile and shortly after Scott and Stiles joined us. "What are we doing?" I asked Derek.

"I need you to get the Argents off my trail. I know they are going to follow me."

"How do you know they didn't follow you here?" I asked Derek.

He smiled confidently. "Because I already checked."

Scott took the keys from Derek. "I'm driving."

We waited at the gas station a mile away from the school when we saw Kate Argent's car start coming towards us so we sped off and as we expected she followed us. It quickly turned into a car chase. "Faster?" Scott asked.

I looked out the backseat window. "Much faster." Scott switched the gears and stepped down on the gas pedal. He still wasn't going fast enough. "Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here."

"If I go any faster I'm going to kill us."

"If you don't go any faster," Stiles began. "They're going to kill us!"

Scott pressed on the gas and Kate's car went off the road we were on. "They're gone." I told Scott.

Stiles pulled out the police radio and our dad's voice came on it. "All units, suspect is on foot and heading into the ironworks."

We moved as fast as we could to get to the ironworks and when we finally did Derek was hiding by a forklift. Stiles threw the door open and jumped into the back with me. Allison's dad shot at him the entire time he made his way into the car. "Dammit!" Derek said hitting the dashboard. "I had him! He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up!"

"Hey, they're just doing their job." Derek gave Stiles the death stare.

"Thanks to someone who decided to make him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" I said looking at Scott. I still wasn't totally over it.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumb ass mistake, I get it."

"Alright!" Stiles screamed. "You never told us how you found him."

Derek looked away from Stiles. If it was just me he would have told. "Can you try to trust us for half a second?" Scott asked Derek.

"Yeah, all of us." Stiles said looking at Derek. He gave him that stare again. "Or just them, I'll be back here." Stiles said going into the back seat again.

"The last time I talked to my sister she was close to finding something out. She found two things, first was a guy named Harris."

Stiles jumped back up to see Derek. "Our chemistry teacher?"

"Why him?" I asked.

"I don't know." Derek said looking at me.

"And what's the second?" Scott asked.

Derek reached into his pocket. "Some kind of symbol." He showed it to us and Scott and I looked at each other. "What?" Derek asked looking at the two of us. "Do you know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott answered. "Allison's necklace."

Later that Night:

It was nearing midnight when Derek put his shirt back on. "Is it just me," I said leaning over to pick up my loose pink nightshirt off the floor. "Or is doing it with my dad in the house much more fun?"

"It definitely adds a little more to the stakes." He moved in and kissed me, a kiss that took my breath away. He pulled away and pushed our foreheads to each other. "Do you have any idea how I feel about you?"

I closed my eyes. "Don't say that word."

When I opened my eyes he looked at me a little hurt. "Why?"

"Because I am not ready to say that word." He pulled away from my face just a little to see my facial expressions better. "I pulled that word too early with Jackson. Look how that turned out."

"Jackson is a tool."

"And you are one million times better than him," I said grabbing his hands. "But I can't."

He gulped. I felt so bad about what I told him, but I needed this time. "Walk me to the window?" I smiled and stood up. His hands were behind his back so I could still hold them as he walked ahead of me. When he stopped I put my face on his back, breathing him in. He smelled like ash and cologne. My hands went up his back and I began hugging him. After our short embrace he moved out of the window and stood on the roof. "You thought I was dead for days. Don't I get a little reward for being alive?"

I moved closer to the window so my head was sticking out. "What do you want?"

"For you to say those three magical words." He put on a cocky smile.

I smiled back at him. "I adore you."

I knew he was a little disappointed, but he just couldn't stop smiling when he was with me. "Those aren't the same words."

He pushed his head to mine. "I'm not going to say those words." He let out a sigh, gave me one last light kiss and with an impressive back flip he was on the ground. He smiled at me one more time and took off. I closed my window and Monkey came out from my closet. "You only come out when he's not here huh?" He meowed back as I sat down on my bed. "I know you don't like him, but I do." Monkey began licking himself like he was uninterested. "I might even love him." Monkey stopped and jumped up on the bed with me. "You just reminded me that I'm talking to a cat." I did feel a little crazy sitting in my room by myself discussing my love life with a cat, but sometimes I swore that Monkey could read minds just as well as I could. I began petting him and he rubbed up against me. "I do love him." I turned Monkey's face to mine. "That stays between us." He meowed back and I hugged him. "You're such a good listener."

The Next Day:

"This is going to be impossible you know?" Scott said as we all walked into the school together. I was in my cheerleading uniform because we had to wear them all day for the game tonight and I began regretting my decision to become a cheerleader. It was cold outside.

"Just ask her if you can borrow it." Stiles said.

"How?"

"It's easy, just say, 'Hey Allison, can I have your necklace? And see if there's anything on it or in it that could lead me to an alpha werewolf that I need to kill to get back together with you."

"You're not helping." I told Stiles.

"Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles asked.

"She is not going to talk to him." I said. Scott looked at me. "Okay, she like hates you right now. She is not going to talk to you."

"What if she only takes it off in the shower?" Scott asked.

"That's why you ease back into it." Stiles said. "Get back on her good side, remind her of good times and get the necklace." Scott was staring up dreamingly so Stiles hit him on the shoulder. "You're thinking about her in the shower aren't you?" Scott looked down ashamed and answered yes. "Stay focused. Get the necklace, get the alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order."

Stiles and I walked away to get to our class and right after it Scott was waiting outside the door telling us that Jackson found out that Scott was a werewolf. "How the hell did he find out?!" I asked as we went down the stairs.

"I have no idea!"

"Did he say it out loud?" Stiles asked. "Did he say you were a werewolf?"

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly."

"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems." I said. "He doesn't have any proof. If he wants to tell someone who is going to believe him?"

"How about Allison's father?!" That was bad. "I need the cure right now."

"Does he know about Allison's father?" I asked. He didn't know.

"Where's Derek?" Stiles asked looking at me.

"Hiding like we told him, why?"

"I have another idea." Stiles said. "But it's going to take some time."

"We have the game tonight." Scott said. "It's the quarter finals and it's your first game."

"I know." Stiles said. "Do you have a plan for Allison yet?" Scott told us that she was in his next class which I also had with him. "Get the necklace."

Scott and I walked into class together, but once we got inside Lydia took the seat next to Allison and I took the seat behind Lydia. Before class even really started Allison walked out looking at Scott upset so Scott followed.

After class Scott and I went to lunch and were shortly joined by Stiles. "Did you get her to give you the necklace?"

"Not exactly." I answered.

"What happened?"

"She told me not to talk to her at all." Scott said.

"So she's not giving you the-"

"No she's not giving me the necklace!" Scott said angrily.

"Okay," Stiles said looking at me. "We came up with a plan B in case anything like this happened. You steal the stupid thing."

"Can we try getting to Harris?"

"Our dad put him on a twenty-four hour protective detail." I said. "The necklace is all we got."

"Stiles," Scott said. "He's watching us." I turned around and Jackson really was watching us. "Jackson's talking to me; he knows I can hear him." Stiles looked at Jackson in a panicked way. "Look at me. Pretend like nothing is happening. Say something! Talk to me!"

Stiles was getting overwhelmed. "I can't think of anything. My mind is blank."

"Your mind is blank?" I said leaning into him. "You can't think of anything to say?"

"Not with all this pressure." Stiles said looking at me. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

"Where the hell is he?" Scott looked around. Jackson was obviously talking to him again.

Stiles and I looked at him nervously. "Can you zero in on Jackson's thoughts and find out where he is?" I tried to focus, but there were too many people, it was all too loud. I kept focusing, but it just wasn't happening. I put my head down because I got a pounding head ache. "Bree, are you okay?" Stiles rubbed my head.

Scott broke his food tray and the cafeteria got completely quiet. All the thoughts were focused on Scott and through that I found Jackson. "The drink vending machine." I said looking at Scott. Scott looked over at him and then Jackson bit into his apple.

After School:

After we got home I went straight to my room, but I didn't shut the door. Lydia had been texting me non stop since Jackson broke up with her. She was crushed and even though I loved Lydia, this was all getting annoying. I was about to text her back a reply when I heard Stiles say Derek's name. I walked out of my room and saw Stiles leaning against his door and Dad had just gotten upstairs. "What did you just say?" He asked.

"I said 'yo Dad.'"

I looked at Stiles. 'Bree, Derek is in my room. Derek is in my room' Stiles thought. "Hey Stiles, do you still have my English notebook?"

"Yeah, it's in my room, go ahead and get it."

I ducked into the room, Stiles closed the door and I saw Derek. "What the hell?" I whispered. "You couldn't have at least hid in my room. That would have made more sense."

"Your dad was in your room when I got here."

My head went back like I was confused. "Why?"

"I'm not the mind reader." I rolled my eyes at him and moved to the door with Derek behind me. We listened in.

"I'm very proud." I heard my dad say.

"Me too, again."

They leaned into hug and Stiles said something that made me turn to Derek. "Did he seriously just say huggy hug-"

"Yes." Derek said with his eyes closed. Dad left and Stiles opened the door to immediately be pushed into the door by Derek. I was right next to them and it kind of upset me that he was being mean to Stiles, but he was Derek. I couldn't change who he was. "If you say one word-" Derek threatened.

"Like what? Dad, Derek Hale is in my room, bring your gun." There was a pause. "Yeah, if I'm harboring your fugitive ass it's my house," Stiles hit him on the shoulder with the back of his hand. "My rules, buddy." My mouth dropped. I didn't know Stiles was that brave, Derek seemed impressed too. Derek let go of him and straightened out his jacket and then Stiles did the same to him. Stiles tried to walk away, but Derek made like he was going at him so Stiles jumped back. I smiled at Derek and moved to put my arm around him. "Can you not?" I looked at him confused. "Just don't touch each other in my room please. It's weird seeing you together as it is."

Derek didn't move his arm from me. "Is Scott going to get the necklace?"

"No, he's still working on it, but there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school Scott sent a message to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?"

"So it wasn't Scott." I told Derek.

"Can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me, but I think I know someone who can." Shorty after Danny got here, the excuse was lab work. "Can you trace a text?"

"I came here to do lab work." Danny said looking at me.

"And we will." Stiles said. "After you trace the text."

"What makes you think I know how?"

I looked at Danny pleadingly. "You told me about your criminal record."

"I was thirteen, they dropped the charges." Stiles and I looked at him with our best puppy dog faces. "No, we're doing lab work." I moved to sit down on Stiles' bed as Danny pulled up a spare chair to sit by Stiles. My head was at the foot of his bed as I started going through my history notebook. "Who is that again?" Danny asked looking at Derek.

"My cousin, Miguel." Stiles said. I looked at him annoyed. If Danny found us kissing how awkward would that be to explain?

"He has blood on his shirt." I looked up at Derek who at the bottom of his shirt had a little blood.

"He gets terrible nose bleeds." Stiles said as he turned to Derek. "Hey Miguel, I thought I told you that you could borrow one of my shirts."

Derek got up and took his shirt off. I was completely distracted. I heard Stiles talking in the background when Derek turned around to Stiles. "Stiles," He showed him the shirt he picked up. "Stiles, this," He stretched it. "No fit."

"Then try something else on." When I looked over at Stiles I saw that Danny was watching Derek. I saw that Stiles also saw Danny and we had one of those great twin telepathy moments. "Hey," Stiles said. "That one looks pretty good." It looked awful on him. "What do you think Danny?"

"It's not really his color." He took the shirt off. "You're a terrible person." Danny said.

"I know, it keeps me awake at night."

I got up and moved to Danny. "So, how about that text?"

"Stiles!" Derek screamed. We all looked at him. "None of these fit!"

We both looked at Danny. "I'll need to ISP the phone number and the exact time of text." Stiles and I had a quick high five as Danny moved to the computer to begin working. Derek had finally found a shirt and we all crowded around Stiles' laptop to find out what Danny had found. "There, the text was sent from a computer." We all leaned in.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked.

"That can't be right." Stiles and I said at the same time. The computer was at the hospital, registered to Melissa McCall, Scott's mom.

We all got into Stiles' Jeep not long after Danny left and began our way to the hospital. Scott sent Stiles a picture of the necklace and Stiles called him right after. "Did you get the picture?" Scott asked. I got another text from Libby asking where I was.

"Yeah and it looks just like the drawing."

Derek grabbed Stiles' arm so he could speak into the phone. "Is there something on the back of it? There's got to be something, an inscription, an opening, something."

"No, it's flat and it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it or around it." He paused. "And where are you? You're supposed to be here, you're first line!"

"Where the hell is Bilinski?" I heard Coach's voice from Scott's line. He never knew anyone's name.

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

"I know," Stiles sighed. "If you see my dad, tell him I'll be there, but I'll just be a little late."

Stiles hung up and Derek looked at him. "You're not going to make it, and you didn't tell him about his mom."

"Not until we find out the truth."

"By the way, one more thing." Stiles turned to him and he slammed his head into the steering wheel. I put my hand on my mouth. "You know what that was for, now go."

Stiles looked at me. "You did kind of deserve it."

"Go!"

Stiles and I both climbed out of the Jeep and walked into the hospital. I had called Derek so he could help us along the way, but right when I stepped into the hospital I was hit with an extremely bad vibe. I grabbed Stiles' arm before we walked down a hallway. "What's wrong?"

"I have a really, really bad vibe."

"Why can't you just keep those to yourself?"

"Stiles." I looked at him pleadingly and he grabbed my hand as we walked through the hall. A short while later we still couldn't find Scott's mom. "We can't find her."

"Look for Jennifer; she's the one who's been looking after my uncle."

As we approached Peter's room the vibe felt even worse. "He's not here either." Stiles said. When Stiles looked at me I was breathing heavily. Something was going to happen, something very bad. "Bree, what's wrong?" He got close enough to hear Derek on the other line.

"Bree, get out of there right now it's him! He's the alpha! Get out!"

Stiles looked at me shocked. "I told you something was wrong."

We turned to get out, but Peter was standing right next to us. Half of his face was burned and he wore a creepy smile. "You must be the Stilinski twins."

We tried to run the other way, but the red headed nurse was waiting for us. "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

Stiles tried to make sense of it, but I kept looking at Peter. I knew there was something off about him and not just the fact that he was a paralyzed werewolf in the hospital. "Oh my God we're gonna die."

There was a sound like bone breaking and I turned around to see Derek in front of the nurse and her on the ground unconscious and bleeding. "That's not nice." Peter said. "That's my nurse."

"She's the psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek told him and then turned to me. "Get back."

Stiles pulled me down and Peter walked toward Derek. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? My own family?" Derek jumped at him, but Peter threw him into a wall and then on the floor. He was too strong for him. I tried to go to Derek, but Stiles pulled me away and we began to crawl.

We made it to the receptionist desk. "What do we do?" Stiles asked.

I shook my head. There were more fighting sounds and I leaned my head back. "I hope he's okay."

"I say we just make a run for it."

"And just leave Derek?"

"You and I both know he can take care of himself." Stiles and I moved out from the desk to see Derek a few feet away coughing up blood. We moved back and Stiles and I ran.

We found an exit towards the back and ran to the Jeep. "I am not leaving Derek." I said once we got to the front of the hospital.

"Yes you are!" Stiles threatened.

He walked towards me and I read his mind. "Stiles don't!"

"Don't kill me for this."

"Stiles!" He grabbed my head and threw it down on the Jeep knocking me out.