Longest chapter yet! Thanks for the reviews guys! Loved reading each and every one of them! The end of the chapter was hard for me to write. Those scenes are always the ones i find difficult. Let me know what you guys thought!

"She's been hurt badly. There was mountain ash in the bomb, I suspect. She protected me from the blast by shielding my body." Deaton explained as he cleaned Emma's back so that it could heal. Derek stood by the two of them waiting for Emma to regain consciousness. His face was etched with worry. "She heard something, though before the bomb went off. And she warned me about a client of mine…Dawson."

Derek looked up at Deaton at the sound of the name. "Wait, Dawson was there?"

"No, but the bomb ridden cat was Dawson's. They named her Emma and I for one do not believe in coincidences."

"He tried to kill her."

"Not so much kill as send a message." Deaton applied some suave and finished tying the bandage. "There she's all done. She just needs to recover while her body heals itself. I'll let Lydia know everything is fine."

Derek let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

xXx

Emma slowly opened her eyes and winced as she moved to get up. Even though she felt healed all over, her body was still sore and pained from the movement. She took a look at her surroundings and recognized the loft. All of them sat talking in hushed voices in the corner with the only animation being Stile's flailing hands.

Upon noticing Emma's fixed gaze on them, they fell quiet and went about observing dust particles.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked her voice hoarse.

"You mean apart from the fact that you almost died today?" Lydia complained as she sat down next to her.

"Yes, apart from that. By the way killing me won't be that easy. Especially if there's a feline involved."

"Don't joke! Or talk for that matter. You still need to rest."

"Guys just tell me what's wrong. Why were you whispering?"

"We didn't want to disturb you. That's all." Scott stated.

"Also everyone was whispering so I thought, why not." Isaac confessed.

"You're all pathetic liars. Except for you Isaac. You I believe. As for the rest of you, you had better start talking or I'll rip your throat out with my teeth. The lack of morphine at this point is making me go slightly crazy."

"Well, one thing's for certain. She's definitely Derek's girlfriend." Stiles muttered.

"Wait, where's Derek?"

"No idea!" Stiles said all too quickly. "Do I look like I keep tabs on the big guy?"

"Like I said earlier, terrible liars." With that Emma stumbled out of bed and limped her way across the loft. "Where are my shoes?"

"Just where do you think you're going?" Lydia questioned, standing in front of her with her hands on her hips.

"To stop Derek from whatever stupid thing he's planning on doing. Where the hell are my shoes?"

"You are not going anywhere!"

"How could you guys just let him go off like that? Idiots, the lot of you! And sending him alone, even better!"

"He isn't alone. The twins and Peter are with him."

"He's gone after Dawson, hasn't he?"

Everyone cast their eyes away from Emma's. Better they not say anything than lie. Emma stumbled to her phone and called Derek.

"Emma you need to relax." Lydia pleaded.

"Stop it! He isn't answering and I can't even begin to understand why you didn't stop him."

"When have we really been able to stop Derek?" Allison complained. "He does what he thinks well."

Emma went and sat down on the couch, exhausted. Her eyes were full of worry and she kept glancing at the door of the loft.

"If something happens to him…"

xXx

"I'm sorry, Emma." Lydia said. It was just her and Emma at the loft now. Emma lay on the bed on her side with a worried look on her face.

"I don't think I could bear losing him a second time." Emma whispered.

"Whatever he's doing it's for you."

"You think I'll be able to live with the fact if something happened to him knowing all along that it was because of me?" Emma got up from the bed and walked over to the window. "This is why I wanted to leave so that none of you would be put in harm's way."

"Come on you should eat something. Imagine what Derek would do to me if you collapsed again. He was scared out of his mind when they carried you out of the clinic. Thank God the Sheriff helped us get away from the scene."

"Why didn't you stop him?" A lone tear fell from Emma's eye which she quickly wiped away.

"Because he loved you and you love him. The only problem is that the two of you are too stubborn to realise it."

Just as Lydia said this in walked Peter carrying an injured Aiden and a worried Ethan walking beside them. Lydia rushed to clear the table so that they could lay Aiden down on it.

"I'm think we should open up our own little werewolf clinic. Seems fitting with the amount of patients we keep carrying in here."

"Where's Derek? What happened?" Emma rushed over to help.

"Hunter traps. The forest is laden with them." Derek walked in pulling out an arrow from his arm. "And maybe you'd like to reserve the sass for some other time, Uncle."

Upon seeing Derek dislodge the arrow from his arm Emma rushed to the bathroom and threw up. A black substance came out. Soon there was one warm hand on her back and another pulling her hair away from her face.

Once she was done she went to rinse her mouth and wash her face.

"Deaton said that he'd given you something to get rid of the last of the mountain ash from your body. I guess that was it." Derek said.

"Get away from me!" Emma exclaimed weakly pushing Derek away. A look of hurt passed over his face but he quickly masked it.

"You're weak and look tired. Let's get you back in bed." Was all he said as he held onto her elbow to guide her out of the bathroom.

Emma shrugged off his hand, her eyes never leaving his face, "You have some kind of death wish I need to know about?"

Derek only rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in response.

"What the hell were you thinking? You're lucky you only escaped with a few scraped. Or rather you're lucky he let you escape!"

"He's lucky I didn't come across him!"

"Shut up! This is my problem! Let me deal with it. I don't need you putting your life on the line for me!"

"Right, just like you've been dealing with it by running away every time!" Emma gasped and raised her hand to slap him which he anticipated and easily caught. Her other hand came up and he caught that as well. And just like that she pushed against the wall with Derek towering over her.

"Let go of me!"

"No, not until you realise that you can't take care of everything on your own."

"Derek, let go!"

"You need to understand that-

"Derek, you're hurting me!" At that Derek let go of Emma and stepped away from her so that there was some distance between their bodies. "Do you know what I went through not knowing where you were?" Emma breathed.

"I couldn't think straight at the time."

"Yeah, you weren't thinking! You idiot!" She hit his chest.

"All I kept seeing was your limp body just lying there and I knew that I couldn't let him get away with it." And then she was pushing and hitting at the same time, her hair forming a curtain around her face.

"You are the most careless person I know." She stopped and just looked up at him.

"So it would seem."

"You should clean that." Emma gestured to his arm. "It hasn't healed yet."

"I'll take care of it later."

"Here, let me." With that Emma started cleaning the wound with alcoholic swabs from the first aid box. "Promise me, no more crazy stunts." She said looking at while she wrapped the arm with a bandage.

"Yeah, okay." He whispered.

"Promise me, Derek."

"Don't make me keep a promise I'll most probably have to end up breaking."

"If it comes down to it I want you to think of yourself before you think of me. Please just promise me."

Their yes shared each other's secrets buried deep within their irises. And then they were kissing. No idea who bridged the gap between their lips but they were grateful. There was something feverish about this kiss. Like they couldn't get enough of each other. That somehow their bodies needed to be one. Derek lifted her and sat her down on the sink. And her hands were in his hair and his were all over her body. Things were getting heated really fast but neither protested.

Derek placed his hands on her feet and climbed his way from there only to pull her by her knees towards his body. His lips dislodged themselves from her mouth and travelled down her cheek, ear, and throat. All the while Emma was breathing his ear, her warm breath sending chills down his body. Neither had anticipated it but neither could deny the attraction either. His beard was sure to leave red marks all over body with the way he was going, almost like he was already marking her for his. He sucked at her throat a little deeper and she moaned which resulted in his groan.

"Derek…" Emma whispered and Derek's lips were back on hers.

"Derek…" Emma said in between kisses and Derek pushed himself away. Their eyes were glazed over and their breathing heavy. Derek's hair was standing up in places and Emma's shirt had ridden up.

Derek raked his fingers through his hair and seemed to pull on them to regain control of him and the situation. Emma watched him as he mentally argued with himself. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her waist. Her eyes closed involuntarily at his warm touch only to open again when he placed her down on her feet and fixed her shirt which had crept up her toned stomach.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and walked out leaving her alone wondering what exactly had happened.