Author's note: Muchos gracias to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! What did everyone think of the season finale?

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To be completely honest, I'm really glad that they killed off Kate and Peter. Those were my two least favorite characters. Also, I loved the scene when they took down Peter - I thought it was really cute that they all worked together (omg I'm so sappy)... Haha my other favorite scene was when Stiles guessed Scott's password:

"His username is Allison... His password is also Allison."

"Still want him in your pack?"

Haha I died. I was trying to guess one of my friends passwords once; she had just gotten two golden retrievers so I guessed "golden retriever." That was the password...

Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter! There's lots of Derek-y goodness.

Chapter 11

"So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about," Lydia said dryly. She had put on her characteristic façade of boredom after purchasing her chai latte and sitting across from her brunette companion. They were at the same coffee shop they'd visited on the day they first met.

"Okay, I have a proposition for you," Amy began tentatively, "You might not like it at first, but just hear me out."

"I'm listening," she said dismissively.

"Alright, so. You and Jackson are broken up. It's been how long since you've last gone out on a real date? Random hook-ups don't count. It's been too long for a rebound, so you're in the market for a real boyfriend at his point. Here's where my suggestion comes in – you could go with two options. The normal option, which is try to find someone better than Jackson. But let's be real, here; Jackson's hot as hell, rich, and has a frickin' beautiful ride. You'll be hard-pressed to find someone who's better than him, if I'm being frank."

"Wow, I can already tell that this is going to be a really convincing argument," she interjected sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting to the point. But here's the other option; the unexpected option. You could date someone, who, to the untrained eye, appears inferior to Jackson. Not a slight step down, but a large one. To the point where everyone knows you can do better and they're confused as to why you would choose to date said person in the first place. It would be so shocking that it would draw a lot of attention to the relationship; it would be like a slap in the face to Jackson in the sense that it'd seem like you hold the two of them in the same caliber."

"That's certainly an interesting plan," Lydia admitted, "But I'm not sure if I like it. I have a feeling you have someone very specific in mind."

"Uh, yeah… How about Stiles Stilinski?"

"Stiles? Oh my god, what? I thought the two of you had some sort of weird thing going on."

"Ugh, no. Why does everyone think that?" she demanded unhappily.

"Anyway, continue with your suggestion. This is actually really entertaining."

"Look, I'm sure you know that Stiles has this thing for you. And that it's been going on for a while, too. He's best friends with Scott, and Scott is threatening to overtake Jackson in the popularity competition that is high school. Plus, he's really smart. And, I mean, maybe I might have agreed to talk to you about him if we got a good grade on our lab report." And I want people to stop thinking he and I are dating, she added mentally.

"Your argument has many weaknesses," she started, "But I have to admit, I'm intrigued. And Stiles is teensy bit cute, in a dorky Peter Parker sort of way…"

"So you'll do it?" Amy asked in utter disbelief. She wasn't usually one to question her own success, but this seemed too good to be true.

"One date," she asserted firmly, "That's it. I'm not all bad."

"Oh my God, Lydia, thank you so much. You have no idea how happy he's going to be."

"Tell him to pick me up at eight on Friday night," she stated bluntly as she stood to leave, "If he's even a minute late, the deal's off."

"Okay, I'll tell him," she replied cheerily.

Immediately after she was alone in her car, Amy took out her cell phone and called Stiles.

"You'll never believe what just happened," she practically squealed.

"Oh my God, my ears… I'm not a girl, Amelia, don't talk to me like that."

"Okay, sorry. I guess I just won't tell you that YOU HAVE A DATE WITH LYDIA FRIDAY NIGHT AT EIGHT O'CLOCK, douche bag."

"WHAT?" he screamed into the phone. Now it was Amy's turn to wince at the noise.

"You heard me." Her huge grin was preventing her from speaking normally.

"I think I love you," Stiles deadpanned.

"Now, now, save that for Friday."

"Amy, we didn't even get our grade back yet!"

"I know, I was feeling generous."

"I don't even know what to say."

"A 'thank you' would work just fine."

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

"You're welcome. She even called you cute..."

"Cute?" he sounded ecstatic.

"Yeah, she said, 'he's cute in a sort of dorky Peter Parker way,' or something like that."

"Dude, Peter Parker is fucking Spiderman. How much more baller can you get than Spiderman?"

"Not much, Stiles, not much. Unless of course you're Batman or something... Anyway. So, eight o'clock on Friday. You're picking her up."

"Okay. Eight o'clock on Friday. Got it. Wait, wait, no goddammit."

"What?"

"Friday's the full moon."

"So? You're not a werewolf."

"Yeah but I have to watch Derek."

"What? Like babysit?"

"Yeah, kinda… What we do is every full moon Allison watches Scott and I have to watch Derek by default."

"Why?"

"Just to make sure they don't do anything stupid."

"Can't Derek take care of himself?"

"Yeah, for the most part. But I don't know, he's been in big trouble with the Argents after him and such… He needs someone there with him in case something happens. Wait, wait, someone – I got it! You could do it. It doesn't have to be me."

"Me?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine. Great. No trouble at all."

"I'm hardly equipped to handle that sort of thing."

"Nah, Derek's easy – Scott's the hard one. Please can you do it?"

"I'm already helping you," she whined.

"Aw c'mon, Amy, you said you wanted to be a part of this, didn't you? Plus, he won't be as bad for you – Derek will be calmer with you. For some bizarre reason, I seem to get on his nerves. Which results in pain. Lots of pain. On second thought, can you always watch Derek?"

"I'll do it, but just because I'll look like a tool if you can't go after I went through all of this trouble to get you a date."

"Sweet, really? Thank you so much, dude, seriously. I've been waiting my entire life for this opportunity."

"Yeah, yeah, try not to sound so desperate. I've gotta go, but I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"Okay, cool. See ya."

What have I gotten myself into, Amy thought as she pulled into her driveway.

Friday came faster than Amy wanted or expected. That morning, she and Stiles entered Biology class to see that they had received an A on their lab report.

"I told you," he muttered to her as they took their seats.

"Hey, I came through for you too, didn't I?" she replied.

"Indeed, you did," he allowed with a grin. He was nearly jumping in his seat, he was excited for his date with Lydia. Amy had since softened greatly to Stiles and his quirks, and thus couldn't help but be amused by his behavior. He was acting like a kid on Christmas Eve.

Directly after school, she dropped Ian off at home and headed to Stiles' house. He was at lacrosse practice, but he'd left the door unlocked so she could let herself in. It felt extremely strange walking into someone's house while they weren't there, and she tried to be as quiet and un-disruptive as possible. God help her if his father came home… But technically, his work didn't end until five and he always worked overtime. She was fairly confident that she would remain undiscovered. Just as a precaution, she'd parked her car a few blocks away so that if Sheriff Stilinski did indeed come home early, she could hide her presence.

She sat on the foot of his bed and took out her phone. where are you? she texted Derek.

She sat in silence for a few moments, before there was a rush at the window.

"What the hell!" she shrieked; it was Derek.

"Got your text," he announced, stepping down from the windowsill.

"How'd you get my number?"

"Stiles gave it to me."

"I really don't need to be watched like some sort of child," he said sulkily.

"Well, Stiles insisted. Believe me, I don't want to be here either. But I don't know enough about this stuff yet to make my own decisions, so I'm just going to listen to what he tells me."

"You could just listen to me," he reasoned.

"Yeah, but I trust Stiles over you – Stiles didn't threaten my life."

"You know that was for security purposes…" he started.

"Somehow, that really doesn't matter to me," she interrupted.

"Anyway," he said, changing the subject, "Why are you so early? We have hours until it gets dark."

Amy shrugged, "I don't have anything better to do, and, judging by the amount of time it took you to respond, neither do you."

"Well, I tend to spend the majority of my time trying to not get arrested…"

"How's the search for other werewolves coming?"

"It's pretty dismal… Although, there might be someone… I think Scott's boss might be an omega."

"An omega?"

"Yeah, it's like a wolf without a pack."

"Are they powerful?"

"It really depends. Sometimes they're just as powerful as alphas, but sometimes they're even less powerful than betas. But I'm not even sure; it's just a hunch. He's not just an average guy, that's for sure."

"Can you ask him?"

"I guess, but I don't think he'll take kindly to me. He likes Scott, though, so I might have him do it. But even if he is powerful, it's unlikely that he'll get involved. If he's a powerful omega, there's a reason he doesn't have a pack. The last thing he's going to want to do is get tangled up with our problems and I won't be able to force him… But maybe he'll have some advice or something."

"I'm sure you could ask him yourself, as long as you don't get all 'psycho-killer' on him… Which you do tend to do, I've noticed…"

"No, I've kind of, uh, burned that bridge, let's just say."

"Ah, so you've already gotten all 'psycho-killer' on him, then…"

"It was necessary."

"I'm sure… Anyway, this is boring. What can we do – Stiles doesn't get back for another hour and a half."

"I could think of a few things…" he drawled suggestively.

Amy raised an eyebrow and almost contemplated the idea. "No, not after the way you've treated me," she replied finally.

His demeanor changed entirely and he said, "Your heartbeat gives you away every time. But hey, I'll listen to you mouth and not your body, how about that? I'm a nice guy." Somehow, the way he said it suggested the complete opposite.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "You're an animal," she said facetiously.

This seemed to strike a nerve, for Derek's expression hardened frighteningly.

"Kidding," she amended hastily.

"Why do you even want to get involved in this, anyway?" he asked with surprising sincerity. "If I were you, I would stay the hell away from this mess. I don't get why you would willingly volunteer to be a part of it all."

"You were born a werewolf," she explained lightly, "So you probably don't really realize just how boring life can be. As long as I'm not bitten, no harm no foul, right? I have the most perfectly boring life – two overbearing parents, who love me more than I would like, and an obnoxious little brother. My life's like a modernized 'That's '70s Show.' My problems aren't really problems. My successes aren't really significant. When an opportunity like this presents itself, how could I turn it down? Plus, I can still walk away whenever I want…"

"You have no idea what I would give to have a life like yours. To have my old life back," he admitted darkly. "You'll realize how lucky you are soon enough – as soon as things get messy. You're the only one choosing this – everyone else was forced into it. Doesn't that say something?"

She shrugged; "I'll be able to form my own opinion soon enough. But Scott and Stiles and Allison especially are my friends. If they're involved in this, I kind of am too. Look at Stiles – he's not a werewolf, but he's still been dragged into the whole thing."

"I guess," Derek allowed.

"You know why Stiles isn't the one 'watching' you tonight, right?"

"Yeah, he has some date or something? Poor girl… I understand why he's so excited, though – this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for him."

Amy couldn't help but snicker.

Suddenly, Derek straightened his posture.

"What's the matter?" she asked, mildly worried.

"He's back."

"How could you tell? I didn't hear anything…"

"I can hear his engine sputtering. That Jeep has the distinctive sound of a crappy used car – not like a cop car, like what his dad drives. Believe me, I know exactly how a cop car sounds."

"Let's scare him," Amy suggested deviously.

"What are you, twelve?"

"Yup. You go in the closet, I'll hide under the bed."

"I'm not hiding in the closest."

"Then hide under the bed," she insisted urgently. Their time was running out.

"No."

She heard his footsteps tramping up the stairs and quickly dashed into the closet, pulling Derek inside with her by the lapels on his leather jacket.

Stiles' closet was small. Very small. Amy found herself in the all-too-familiar situation of being pressed against Derek's chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled like pine trees, probably a result of spending so much time in the woods.

Her heart was beating so quickly that even she could hear it. She desperately wished she were drunk again so things wouldn't be so awkward and deeply regretted her stupid plan to scare Stiles. She really needed to think things through before she acted… She was inclined to say that this was not a very good idea. But deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. She didn't regret it. She didn't regret it at all. What could a girl do? He was just so sexy... This was a great idea.

"Now this is a type of game I could get used to," he hissed, grinning wolfishly.

Amy pressed her index finger to her lips.

A click indicated that Stiles had opened his bedroom door. After she heard him throw his gym bag on the floor, she jumped out of the closet.

"BOO!" she screamed.

Stiles let out a yelp of surprise. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he shouted.

"Did I scare you?"

"Yes, goddammit! Don't do that, holy shit. I think my heart stopped beating for a moment there… Jesus… Wait, why were you both in the closet?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Derek wasn't cooperating."

"Uh huh," he said slowly, "Well, I guess as long as it's not in my bed…"

"Ew, why are guys such perverts," she complained.

"Are you seriously asking that?"

"So," she continued merrily, "are you excited for your date with Lydia? Did that get some of the jitters out?"

"More than just jitters… I need to take a shower. Are you just planning on chillin' in my house? You know he can't change here…"

"We're going to my house for that," Derek stated.

"Your house?" Amy questioned.

"Yeah, for when I transform. We can't stay here the whole time, obviously."

"Yeah, but is that safe? What if you attack me or something?" she asked in panic, "I don't want to be in the middle of nowhere!"

"He won't attack you," Stiles assured her. "This is more just to make sure that the Argents don't capture him again. He's been abducted by them far too many times, and it's a bitch to get him back."

"I don't need to be protected," he snarled.

"No, but if you're caught Amy can pretend you were attacking her or something and distract them. It's a win-win. Plus, if something goes really wrong she can always call me. Now get out of my room."

Author's note: Okay, so looong chapter... Please review! Reviews=faster updates. This story has waaaaaay more hits than reviews... Also, I'd also like to hear you guys' thoughts on last night's episode!

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One more thing! (sorry) Derek is the alpha! I was surprised that they did that. And also, as mistressofdarkness666 said, did Derek seem evil to you guys? Because he did to me... And this is really stupid of me, but I'm pissed that his eyes are red now and not that awesome blue they used to be... Ahaha these are the things that keep me up at night...