I NO OWN TEENWOLF OR THE SONG!
"I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips.
I wanna make you feel wanted.
And I wanna call you mine.
I wanna hold you hand forever, never let you forget it."
Yeah, I wanna make you feel wanted."
-From "Wanted" by Hunter Hayes
When I open my eyes, I'm laying on my back facing the ceiling of the warehouse. A blinding pain shoots through my skull and I stand up dizzily. Remembering Lydia's attack I grab one of Derek's clean shirts and run shakily out of the building. I follow my mate's scent to the Hale house, to find Deaton trying to wake him up. I whimper in the doorway in concern. He looks at me, smiling grimly.
"Come in. Maybe you can wake him up." he nods to Derek. I kneel down beside him, brushing my fingers over his cheekbone. This doesn't pull him out of his nightmares. I even try slapping him and he doesn't move. Growling in annoyance, I grab both sides of his face and kiss him. This brings him into consciousness quickly and he tugs me to straddle his waist, his hands on my thighs. I pull back and say "Derek, stop. We're not alone," as his lips move down my skin. I slam my palms against his shoulders, forcing him to lie flat on his back. I roll off of him, my face burning at the almost amused look on the Vet's face. He coughs and Derek looks up at him, eyes wide. I feel embarrassment and alarm drift from him. He clears his throat, and links our fingers together.
"Don't worry, you're still an Alpha." Dr. Deaton says.
"Why wouldn't he be? What did Lydia do?"
"She used me to bring Peter back…"
"What?! How?" I shriek. He covers his ears, glaring at the sound. They explain it to me, and I end up wrapping my arms around Derek's neck, and hide my face in his chest. His hands comfortably rest on my lower back. My phone beeps and I read 2 texts from Scott. One earlier tonight, at about 12:30…
MATT IS CONTROLLING THE KANIMA! Get 2 Stiles' house!
…and one from now, 3:00AM.
Matt's the police station, get help ASAP. I finish reading it as I hear Doctor Deaton say: "You need Scott."
"I know where he is." I say, showing them the texts. I toss Derek the shirt, avoiding meeting his eyes. My lower half still aches, along with the rest of my body from fighting Erica and Boyd. I wince as my legs slide slightly across the floor, an ache shooting through my lower body. He snaps his gaze over to me. He unsteadily walks over to me, and brushes his palm against my cheek.
"I hurt you, didn't I?" he whispers.
"N-No." I lie, and hear my heartbeat give me away.
"Don't lie to me, please." He begs. I let my eyes move to the floor.
"You didn't hurt me, Derek. I wasn't exactly protesting last night, now was I?" I whisper, pulling his face closer to mine. He wraps his arms gently around me, kissing my temple.
"I suggest you go find Scott." Doctor Deaton says, "Before you two get too physical." He coughs, uncomfortable. I tilt my head back to kiss the hollow beneath Derek's jaw before I step back. When we reach the Police Station, he grabs my wrist when I go to walk with him.
"I want you to wait here," he says.
"Why? Derek, you know I can fight!" I protest. He kisses me briefly.
"I don't want to lose you, Scar," he tells me, hands skimming my arms. I take in a deep breath, and wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders.
"I don't want to lose you either. You aren't going in without me." I growl, pushing past him and starting toward the doors. He growls, animalistic, and steps in front of me to go in first. I roll my eyes, but let him. The second he steps inside, a hand reaches up and scratches his neck. I sprint in, facing Jackson. He raises his hand to scratch me as well.
"Jackson, don't!" I scream a demand. He freezes, and then backs away like a dog with its tail between its legs. I reel back in shock. He…listened to me? Why? I turn to Matt who points his gun at my head. I turn my head quickly back toward Stiles and Scott, marveling at how long my hair has grown out already.
"How did you do that? He doesn't listen to anyone but me!"
"I-I don't know." I stutter out, glancing down at Derek. Confusion flashes through his eyes and I growl at Matt. I push myself into his head, and find pure unadulterated fear in his mind. Laura stands just behind him now, only visible to me.
"Use your mind controlling ability on him. You can make him see you as Allison. Play with his head. This will protect all of you." She nods. I close my eyes, dive back into Matt's head. I move to the part I know his vision lay. I make him see me as my sister.
"Go ahead, Matt. Shoot me."
"Allison?" he asks. Scott looks around him in alarm.
"Shoot me. You are a nothing to me." I roar, him seeing her screaming it. I step forward and he steps back until he meets the wall, "Why would anyone want you when they could have Scott or Jackson? You're pathetic." I watch coldly as Matt starts to cry. I slam my fist against his stomach, grabbing the front of his shirt and punching him in the face. I draw my claws out and drag them across the skin of his cheek. Something snaps inside of me and I want to rip him to pieces. Sensing this from the now small connection, Scott grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from Matt.
"What did you do to him?" he whispers in my ear.
"I played with his head. He thinks Allison just attacked him instead of me." I whisper. Matt makes eye-contact with Jackson, who heads to the back of the station. I curse under my breath.
"What is it?" Scott asks.
"Allison's here." I whisper, following Kanima Jackson to the back of the police station. An arrow flies at me and I drop to my stomach before I spring back up. Allison shoves me against a wall, her arm over my throat.
"Where. Is. Derek?" she growls in my face. I don't speak. Protect your Alpha. Protect your Alpha. The wolf inside me chants. I spit straight into her eye. She slashes my hip with a Wolfsbane dipped knife.
"I'm going to ask you again, Scarlet, Where's Derek?" she hisses. I slam my palm against her nose, send her reeling back. She kicks my legs out from under me, rolling onto me and punching me square in the nose. I cry out as I hear a snap.
"Your little boyfriend is the reason my mom killed herself, Scar! If you don't tell me where he is, I swear to God…"
"Allison, what are you doing!?" Chris shouts, pulling my sister off of me. My nose has healed already.
"He only bit her once. I bit her the other time to protect him!" I shout at her, wiping blood off my face. She lunges at me again.
"That doesn't make sense. Only an Alpha can leave marks like that…" realization dawns on my father's face, "Scarlet…you aren't…"
"I am." I say, turning around and bearing my tattoo. He gasps. I then turn to Allison.
"If you kill Derek, I will make sure I kill Scott right in front of you. I'll rip his throat out with my teeth so slowly the blood with just run and run and run down his neck." I taunt her, "Leave my mate alone." And I sprint back toward the front of the station. Matt and Scott have disappeared and I can smell gun powder on the air.
"Scarlet…you're bleeding." Stiles says in shock from the floor. I crawl across the floor, lift my shirt up near Derek's head so he can see the cut. I nod as he asks permission in my head. I help him hold his head up enough that his lips can reach my hip. Stiles gags as Derek's mouth touches the scratch and he realizes what exactly is happening. I can't help the tiny way my breath catches when his lips touch my skin. He swallows until he has the ability to sit up all the way, his legs still numb. He then pulls me into his lap, and pulls the shoulder of my shirt down enough to bite into the mark in my shoulder. Stiles makes a gagging noise again.
"Shut up, Stiles," I murmur as Derek's hands rest on my shoulder-blades to hold me tightly to him. After he can move all the way, he moves me to his side, pulling my sleeve back up over my shoulder, brushing a soft kiss on my collarbone before helping me stand up. I hiss where my hip has been slashed.
"I'm stuck here for a while." Stiles grumbles from the ground.
"Stiles…If I give you my blood it'll work faster then it even works for Derek. Your bloodstream accepts it faster."
"Gross!" he grumbles.
"Would you rather I leave you for dead here?"
"No."
"Then shut up." I whisper, grabbing a broken piece of wood from a shattered desk and slash my wrist. I hold it up to Stiles' who promptly wrinkles his nose but heals fully within 2 minutes after he swallows.
I, on the other hand, am much worse off. I've lost too much blood from Stiles and Derek, and am still bleeding where I've been cut. Some family reunion with my sister.
"Stiles get her out of here and take her to the Vet. She's going to bleed out if he doesn't help me. I put pressure on my cut as Stiles helps me limp out to the jeep. I grit my teeth together and collapse onto the ground as pain shoots through my head again. Kate, again. This time she approaches us.
"Hold her up and pull the fabric away from the wound." She instructs Stiles, who stares at her blankly, "DO IT!" She roars. He does, he pulls my jeans and shirt away from it. She holds up Nordic Blue Monkshood shavings.
"This is what they dipped the blades in. It'll hurt like hell, but this will heal you." I nod, taking it from her and pressing the shavings into the cut. I scream at the top of my lungs at the pain that shoots through my body. Stiles scrambles back and as I hit the ground, my back arches off of it in agony. Thin fingers link through mine and hold onto me until the pain goes away, the wound heals, and I lay flat on the ground. Kate brushes my hair out of my eyes.
"All better?" she whispers. I flinch away from her.
"Get away from me. You're stalking me now?"
"I just saved your ass, if you didn't notice!" she growls. Stiles stands in front of me.
"I thought Peter killed you."
"Surprise, Stiles!" she smiles her sickening smile.
"Thank you for saving my ass, Kate. Never speak to me again. If I never see you ever again, it will be too soon." I growl, stumbling as I stand up.
"Scarlet." My favorite deep voice says from behind me, more angered then I remember ever hearing him. He shifts and steps in front of me, inches from Kate.
"Get. Away." Derek growls through his teeth, grabbing Kate by the throat. Her eyes flash green and she rips his hand off. She has sharpened canines and claws now. Her face has morphed into a werewolf. Kate is a werewolf. Not just some random werewolf either. She's what our kind call a Second. Not a beta or omega, but not quite an Alpha either. I grab his wrist and pull him back to stand beside me, with Stiles behind us.
I go closer, growling in her face. I've never felt the need to be possessive of Derek to Erica, she never wanted him. But Kate, after everything that happened between them, I will be. I flip my hair over my shoulder, shifting as well. I charge at her and tackle her to the ground. She growls, kicking me and sending me flying backward. I bite her. I bite deeply into the skin of her calf as she goes to kick me. I slam her into the brick wall of the station, punching her until a bruise has developed on her skin.
"He. Is. Mine. Now." I say in my Alpha voice through gritted teeth, "You. Had. Your. Chance. With. Derek."
"I. Don't. Want. Him." she grumbles, her pulse quickens. I punch her again.
"Don't lie to me, bitch!" I shout in her face. She swings at me and I catch her wrist. I snap it between my fingers.
"Keep away from him or I will tear you into pieces and set the pieces on fire." I finish, shoving her harder into the brick before I turn back to him. Still in that possessive state of mind, I grab the back of Derek's neck and pull him down to kiss him. The possessive state flows through me to him and he kisses me back roughly. His hands slide up the back of my shirt as I slide my tongue into his cinnamon-flavored mouth. I moan and press myself flat against him. I pull back slightly to flip her off, take his hand in mine and sprint to the Hale house. I tug him up the stairs to the room I remember being his; the least damaged room. I back him up onto the bed and straddle him. He smirks, his hands sliding downward onto my ass to pull me tighter against him.
"I love you, Derek." I whisper, nipping at his neck. He growls, rolling over on top of me again. I flip back over instantly, pinning his hands to the bed above him.
"No. I'm in control this time," I say in my Alpha voice in his ear. This causes a groan to come from his chest and I smirk this time, diving back in for another kiss.
"Marry me when all this is over." he whispers and I freeze.
"Yes," I say, sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head.
We don't sleep in the Hale house, like we did the last time we were together this way. We both get dressed immediately. He takes in a deep stuttering breath, running a hand through his hair. I can't help but think, with a smirk, that this time I distracted him. I cross the room as he slides his shirt back on, grabbing the front and kissing him.
"Do you want to talk about why Kate isn't dead?"
"I have no idea, but she's dangerous. I think we have to pick our Seconds. I already know who yours is." I whisper. A second is supposed to be someone who can protect you without hesitation, someone that you can connect to so well that they'll know the Second you're hurt.
"Scott," he nods, "But, who is yours going to be?"
"Isaac," I say with a small smile, "Isaac will be my Second."