I'm updating at 1 in the morning! Anyway, here's another chapter of ATBM. The poll for the ship names is up on my profile. Please vote and here's the next chapter!

I live my life like I've been raised by wolves
Y'all already know I'm a fucking animal
I'm going out tonight to get the things that I need
I'm gonna take what's mine and do it viciously

"What do you mean 'you kept my Acura'?"

"I mean, that I needed a car and your car was taking too much effort to ship, so I kept it for myself."

"Why are you not at all fearful?" Artemis' voice dropped a few octaves, sounding almost haunting.

"I'm shivering. Literally. I'm standing at a bus stop in the middle of a snowy night in New York, arguing with you over your car. See, that's exactly why I needed your car." Brad whined on the other line. "Buy yourself another one of your 'Ivy League' cars, your filthy rich, so money shouldn't be a problem."

"B-but my baby!" Artemis cried.

She grabbed her messenger bag and threw it over her shoulder, skipping down the stairs, grabbing her steaming cup of coffee as she proceeded to kiss the Sheriff's forehead in departure.

"Discussion is over."

"Dude! When the hell did you grow the balls to look me in the eye and say no?"

"I didn't. I'm taking advantage of the fact that your eyes are nowhere near me. Adieu control freak." The dial tone went dead.

"O My God. The little bastard hung up on me." She shared an incredulous look with Stiles before she opened her messages and checked for any updates from the pack.

"Bye Stilinskis! And don't be late pops. I don't like lousy deputies looking at my resume."

She just caught the Sheriff's light smile before she dashed out the house, power walking towards the Station.

Guys, I'm not gonna be joining you at training. Busy.

She tapped the keys of her phone feverishly, sending the same message to all 4 members.

She slipped her phone into her bag, her wedges making no sound as she calmly walked to the station, her files in hand. She was going out job hunting.

Artemis pushed the door open as she walked back into the cool winter day, coming out of the bustling mess in the Sheriff's Station. The day was warm enough to wear sleeveless without the chill biting at her arms and so she indeed dressed in a capped silk, off-white blouse, neatly tucked into a stiff, knee length skirt, painted in a vivid kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, like electric blue, pinks and yellows, with splashes a green. She had paired them with matching off-white wedges adorned with sparkling jewels across the straps.

Her time spent at the Station was easily 2 hours, but it went by swiftly, and she hadn't gotten a message back from anyone in the pack. Artemis pulled out her phone again, dialling Erica's number from speed-dial.

No answer.

Weird.

Again, no answer. Not from Boyd, not from Isaac, not from Derek.

And for all Artemis was up for, she turned on her heel, shook her head, and hiked her way through the woods to Derek's hideout.

Artemis hair whipped in the dismal wind of the woods and she regretted not grabbing an over coat on her way out. It wasn't like she had planned to hike up the woods in wedges and a skirt.

When she finally made it to the top of the hill, she began to follow the dirt path she had taken a few days ago to get to Derek's but unlike last time, her wedges were caked with mud, tiny twigs wedged under her foot and her skirt was all dusty. Her legs had numerous scratched on them and to top all that off, her spiral updo had leaves sticking out of it.

Thank you so much Brad, for stealing my beautiful car and leaving me in such a place where I need to walk to get from one place to another.

Artemis finally made it to the abandoned train station and walked in both her hands cupping her elbows, her forearms against her belly. She blew a loose strand of brown hair which had fallen into her eyes and was enraged at the sight before her. The pack was lounging around the dusty coaches as Derek paced before them.

"Can you guys ever pick up you phones, or just reply to texts." The angry was pretty clear in her voice. She stared at the four of them, the thin scratches on her cheeks, arm and legs making them concerned. "Some people actually care, you know."

She slammed her bag on the metal table, sliding down against its cool leg, unbuckling her shoes, throwing them aside angrily. She let out a deep breath, folding her bare legs underneath herself.

The looks on the packs faces where of pure surprise and even mixes of guilt and worry.

"What the hell happened?" Derek's voice boomed from across the room as the pack scrambled off the sofas, making their way over to her.

"Oh you know the usual; worrying about the survival of you loved ones and hiking all the up for miles in wedges with branches scratching the hell out of you. All because a bunch of idiots can't reply to a text." She snipped, huffing as she rested her sore neck against the table's leg.

"Sorry," It was Isaac, the noble one, "Derek took our phones cuz we were getting a lot of texts and phone calls."

"Yeah, Mr. No Distractions hasn't let us get on with any project work." Erica snarked, throwing Derek an angry glare of her own.

"Next time," Artemis raised her index finger to point at a guilty Derek, "at least keep your own phone by you."

Derek just nodded slowly, taking in her appearance. By Derek's standards, she looked stunning, even with a few scratches littering her body.

A few beats of silence passed through them until Boyd finally broke it

"So, you really hiked all the way up here to make sure we were alive?"

"No, I was gonna keep calling like a bimbo." She smiled a little at Boyd. "Here's the thing kid, I'm sarcastic, but I'm not dumb. Reckless? Sure. Stupid? Not really."

The pack nodded, not knowing how to reply to that.

Erica grinned, her dazzling pearly whites shining. "You're like our own Superwoman."

"Nah! I'm more of a Little Red Riding Hood. Just, I don't call the hunter for help. I beat the wolf to pulp myself. Beware." Artemis grinned, her anger drained, and she soon got the rest of them out of their stricken state long enough to make a few jokes before Derek went back into 'Alpha' mode.

Gosh, he was annoying.

Artemis took Brad's advice, which is mostly a really stupid thing to do, but maybe not this time.

As soon as she convinced Derek to take her home in his Camaro, she got in and halfway home made him take her to the car dealer.

"No way. It's late. Get home, sleep, and get up healthy tomorrow."

Yeah, like that's gonna happen.

After a lot of cajoling (Yup just like a baby), blackmailing and whining Artemis got her way around him and they went to the car dealer.

As soon as Arty saw that gorgeous hunk of black metal sitting in the show room, she knew they were meant to be.

"That one Derek, tell him to seal the deal."

"At least look at the friking car first."

"I just did, now call that baldy over here and have him seal the deal."

Derek just stared at her as if she was stupid. Artemis sighed.

"It's an Audi A7 2013. It's ranked number 5 by Super Luxury Cars, has a refined turbodiesel engine, strong brakes and communicative steering. Standard features include a sunroof, a backup camera, front and rear parking sensors, tri-zone automatic climate control, heated front seats, push-button start, a 10-speaker stereo, satellite radio, Bluetooth and an iPod interface. That's enough for me."

Derek stared at her again, this time his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. "I'm not even gonna ask how you know that."

"What!" She said defensively, "I'm a Caroholic."

Derek nodded before, motioning the dealer to come over.

I'm getting a new car!

"Do you even have enough money?"

"It's about $63,212 - $104,859, depending if it's used or whatever, so yeah, I've got that mush cash."

Again, Derek did not speak.