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"I know Derek doesn't want us going anywhere alone but really? You?" Erica looked at Stiles before rolling her eyes.
"Yes me. As long as they're not carrying any car parts I think I'll be just fine." He mumbled.
"Oh my God that was like two years ago!" She huffed in annoyance.
"You threw me in a dumpster." Stiles leveled a glared at her.
"Derek wanted you out of the way, he didn't say how. I got creative." Erica gave him a smirk.
"That wasn't creative. That was bitchy." Stiles shook his head.
"Whatever can you just hurry up, I feel like I'm in Driving Miss Daisy." She mumbled back.
"Let's hope this car ride has the same ending, with you not being so mean." Stiles grumbled back until an idea struck him, "I do wish however that I had Morgan Freeman's voice. Could you imagine? If I was him I'd never stop talking."
"You never stop talking as it is." Erica couldn't stop the smile growing on her face as she listened to Stiles trying to mimic Morgan Freeman though.
Over the past year Erica had tried to lay to rest as feelings she ever had for the adderall addicted boy. As angry as she was about his pining over Lydia, calling him pathetic and stupid too many times to count, she couldn't help herself. She had fallen for him in the seventh grade and not only did he sit with her at lunch but he gave her half his sandwich even though she told him she wasn't hungry. Stiles had a big heart, the boy was full of kindness, but he'd never see her as anything more than a pack sister. Even after admitting her crush on him last year, he still didn't take notice. Stiles did however rush her to Derek and hold her head in his lap as she healed, to this day she still though he'd make an excellent Batman. If only he could be hers.
All thoughts and Stiles attempts at mimicry stopped however when another car hit the drivers-side, knocking them off the road. During impact, Stiles was rendered unconscious and Erica was as well after cracking passenger window with her head.
"Come on! Hurry up before someone sees!" Ryan urged as Justin and Greg pulled both bodies from the wrecked car and laid them in the back of their van before speeding off.
When Erica first tried opening her eyes the light was far too bright and everything was fuzzy. What happened? Wait, where's Stiles? "Stiles?" She called out once or twice.
"Shhh. You're alright." A voice attempted to sooth her but it was unfamiliar, so was the speakers scent.
Bolting up right Erica scanned the brightly lit room she was in and counted three unknown werewolves, and two more where in another room, a room that Stiles scent was coming from. A low growl emitted from her throat as her eyes turned an amber color. If they wanted a brawl, she'd give them one hell of a fight.
"Easy there, Erica. We mean no harm. My name is Ryan that's Justin over there and this is Greg. I think it's safe to assume you know who we are?" Ryan had his hands up, showing he was in no way a threat.
"What do you want and where's Stiles?" She growled out not believing them for a second.
"Just to talk, and the human is safe in the other room with two of my other guys watching over him." Ryan answered taking a seat in the chair opposite of her.
"You hit us." She responded in a raspy voice.
"It was the only way, unfortunately. Please sit down." He gestured to the chair behind her.
Eyeing each guy a few times she slowly sat. At least this would give her a minute or two to think of a plan to get her and Stiles the hell out of this place and home. Surely their absence was noted by now and the rest of the pack was out looking for them. They pick up their scents soon enough, then these assholes would have to face the wrath of her pack, of her Alpha.
"Well, I guess I'll get right too it. From what we've managed to overhear it seems like Ophelia's come out of nowhere and stolen your place in the pack." Ryan spoke up catching her attention.
"Excuse me?" How the hell did they know this and what did he mean by overhear?" She wondered.
"It's not right really, but Derek will never let you challenge her. You'll be suck as a beta for the rest of your life." Greg spoke up from behind Ryan, arms crossed casually over his chest.
"If you help us out though, we could help you." Ryan said.
"Help you?" She questioned shocked.
"Ophelia doesn't belong here, with this pack. She needs to come back home with us. If you could help us with that by a way of handing her over, I promise there will be no bloodshed. We will leave your pack in peace." Ryan reasoned.
"You're asking me to betray my Alpha, my pack." Erica looked at them all in turn, disgusted.
"None of them have to know you helped us. No one will ever know but us." Ryan leaned forward conspiratorially.
"And if I say no?" Erica crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"Then we'll just have to take her by force and I can promise you people will die. Do you want the rest of your pack to die for some bitch you don't even like?" Ryan let the question sit for a minute before speaking up again. "If you make the right choice, you'll be on that lacrosse field tomorrow night at eleven."
"How do you know she'll even go for it?" Justin asked as they drove away.
"If she's as desperate and pathetic as I think she is, she'll take the deal." Ryan said pure confidence in his voice.
Erica was silent, and stunned as a black bag was put over her head and she and Stiles were dragged back into the van and driven to the edge of the woods. As soon as she could no longer hear the sound of the van she pulled off the bag and crawled over to Stiles who was still out.
"Stiles. Stiles come on wake up. I know you can hear me, come on say something stupid. Please." She shook him a bit, even smacked him across the face, before throwing him over her shoulder and running to the house.
"Derek! Boyd! Someone call Deaton now!" She yelled out as the house finally came into site.
"Erica what happened? We were about to go looking for you!" Boyd yelled as he met her half way to the door and carefully took Stiles from her.
"Deaton's on his way. Boyd, bring Stiles up to his room." Peter said following Boyd up the stairs.
"Erica what happened?" Derek asked looking her over, she seemed fine.
"We were driving, and talking, and this car came out of nowhere-" She paused deciding whether or not to tell everyone about Ryan and his offer.
"And?" Derek questioned.
"And it hit Stiles side of the jeep and knocked us off the road." She swallowed thickly.
"What about the other driver? What happened to them?" Alison asked anxiously as Scott had already raced up the stairs after Peter to be with his best friend.
"Erica, please tell me you didn't lose control and attack them." Isaac stepped forward and put a gentle hand on her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"No, I-" she struggled with the words, could she really lie to them all and hand Ophelia over to that psycho?
"You what?" Derek asked impatiently eyes turning red, Ophelia appeared at his side and put a calming hand on him, Derek's steely blue eyes came back.
"Erica, it's okay, you can tell us anything." Ophelia spoke up, with motherly gentleness pouring from her eyes.
"It was Ryan and his followers." She blurted out looking at the floor, "They must have taken us out while we were both passed out 'cause the next thing I remember was waking up at their place." Looking up half the pack was worried, the other half fuming.
"What did they want?" Derek growled out.
"They wanted me to help them, to basically hand Ophelia over to them on a silver platter." She mumbled out feeling ashamed for almost not telling them.
"And you didn't say that in the first place because what you had to think it over?" Isaac asked furious.
"Isaac!" Lydia scolded him.
"Jesus Erica, I know Ophelia's not your favorite person but you seriously considered handing her over to those psychos?" Isaac started stepping toward her but ran into Boyd's chest.
"Isaac leave her alone." Boyd growled out.
"She was this close to betraying out pack!" He held his fingers an inch apart, for emphasis, and his eyes glowing amber.
"So if she get punished it's by Derek, not you. I'm sick of you always going after her! She's our pack sister you used to get along just fine!" Boyd shouted pushing Isaac back a little.
"Until she tried attacking our pack mom!" Isaac yelled back.
"Enough." Ophelia stepped in between the boy betas who where huffing and puffing away ready for a fight. "You are brothers and as such you will stop this incessant fighting!" She demanded looking at each with electric blue eyes.
"But he-" Isaac started.
"I said enough." Ophelia snapped. "Isaac I know you want to protect me, but I don't need protecting from pack members. You want someone to go after? I've got five names in my head of guys you can rip apart all you want. Boyd, Erica is a big girl and as far as stopping Isaac that is not your call to make. I know you want to protect her as well, but there are other ways you can do that then fighting with Isaac." She was stern with them, acting every bit the disappointed mother.
Both boys reluctantly nodded and joined Erica in looking at the floor, ashamed of their actions. Ophelia was right, they were brothers, best friends, and they shouldn't be fighting with each other or within their pack. The apologized to each other quietly until Ophelia was satisfied.
Derek was more than impressed with Ophelia she'd stepped right in as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Pride swelled in his chest, she would make an excellent Alpha female, and even more importantly, an excellent mother. Turning his attention back to Erica however he needed to know what exactly Ryan had offered and asked of her. The fact that she had briefly thought of the offer not only worried him but it pissed him off to no end. She had thoroughly disappointed him.
After learning everything and having a long conversation with the entire pack about loyalty Derek still felt a bit angry.
"I'm ashamed for even thinking it over, can you forgive me?" She asked Derek, Ophelia, and the rest of the pack.
"You'll need to earn that." Derek said roughly.
Erica nodded, "I'm going to go check on Stiles." She rushed up the stairs.
Deaton was just closing Stiles door when she got upstairs. Apparently he had a concussion and a few broken ribs but nothing too dangerous, and he should be waking up any minute. She was grateful for Deaton, and the way he helped Stiles, bringing him to the hospital would have been so much worse. Going into his room Erica noticed how peaceful Stiles looked when he was out.
"Stiles," she started with a shaky voice, "I'm sorry." Sitting on the edge of his bed, she held his hand in her own and leaned forward nuzzling the crook of his neck.
"Pretty sure Jessica Tandy never nuzzled Morgan Freeman. Of course I've never seen the unedited version." Stiles spoke up his throat dry and burning.
"Stiles." Erica jerked up and looked at him worried but happy.
"Water?" He asked before Erica helped him take a few sips from a water bottle.
"I was worried about you." She said after an awkwardly quiet moment.
"Don't worry your chuffer isn't going anywhere." He joked before opening his eyes wide, "Wait, where's my baby? What happened to her?" He tried moving with proved to be a mistake.
"The Jeep is fine. I believe she's been through worse." Erica assured him as she pushed him back down in the bed. "Scott went to go get her, she's in safe hands."
"Thank God." Stiles let out sigh of relief, causing Erica to laugh.
That night, the pack separated and went to their rooms rather early. Each one had a lot weighing on their minds; mostly what would they do about Ryan.
Derek and Ophelia where getting ready for bed when he spoke up, "You were incredible earlier, with Isaac and Boyd."
"Just did what I needed to do." She brushed it off.
"Come here." Derek sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned for her.
"What?" She asked curious, standing between his legs.
"Shhh." He shushed her before pulling her closer with a hand on each of her hips and lifting her tank top.
"Derek-" She went to pull it down, a bit confused but stopped when he did something incredible.
Derek had wanted to do this since they first saw and heard their baby at Dr. Deaton's but they didn't have the time. Pressing his ear up against she still flat womb he listened intently for a moment. He could hear their baby's heartbeat, the quick little thumping; Derek knew he could listen to that for the rest of his life.
"I can hear it, Ophelia. I can hear our baby." Derek said looking up at her teary eyes before quickly putting his ear back against her.
Ophelia didn't know what to say, so she wrapped her arms around Derek's head, holding him close, and put her nose into his hair unkempt, breathing in his scent. All the crazy and bad things that had happened and were happening faded away as Ophelia and Derek were in their own world were only they and their unborn child existed.
I know I've done quite a bit from Erica's POV but it's just an interesting dynamic between her and Ophelia, which there wasn't all that much of Derek and Ophelia in this one, don't worry there will be in the next one! Reivew away!
Next Chapter: Who does Ryan meet on the field at 11, a Derek flashback, & Erica takes care of Stiles.