Thanks everyone so much for the reviews! I for real love every one of you! And judging by everyone's feedback on the mate thing, I've decided I'm definitely going to keep it! I just think I'm not going to make it super over played, if that makes sense? Like I'm not going to let Derek get super AU just because Madigan's his mate. Yeah, that makes sense, right?

So this episode isn't broken up into two chapters like I usually do, because when I tried breaking it up it just came out to be two extremely short chapters; so I just made it one. But that's okay, because that means the next episode is Night School! And I am so incredibly excited, holy shit!

R.I.P. Cory Monteith. You've changed the lives of Gleeks everywhere and you will be forever loved and forever missed. I literally spent twenty minutes crying in the candy isle of Walgreens with my cousin when we read the news on Perez Hilton. Cory is truly an inspiration and I'm praying for his family and for his girlfriend Lea Michele. It's truly heartbreaking and they don't deserve this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of its characters or plots. I only own my OC Madigan Whittemore and any other OCs mentioned and my own ideas.

XxX

Madigan really, really hated it when her friends fought. No, scratched that; she loathed it. Because every time Scott and Stiles fought it meant she was like a tug-of-war rope between them. Stiles was constantly trying to pull her onto his side, while Scott was trying to get her onto his side. So when Scott called her asking if she'd come grocery shopping with him, she knew he was only asking so he could get info about Stiles. But then he told her he'd buy her Chipotle if she went with him; and she just couldn't say no.

Derek was walking around the grocery store nonchalantly, making sure to stay far enough away from Scott so he wouldn't sense him, but close enough so that he could hear what they were saying.

He knew he had to help the other beta control his shifting. Train him so he can fight the Alpha. This was just the first test Derek had planned. If Scott thought for a second that this life was going to be easy for him, he had another thing coming.

"Oooh! Let's make chocolate chip cookies! No wait; that's too mainstream, and we're hipsters." Derek heard Madigan say seriously.

"We're hipsters? How the hell are we hipsters?" Scott asked as he pushed the cart down the aisle. Somehow, and Derek really did not want to know how, Madigan had managed to fit herself into the front child seat.

"I'm sitting in a cart and you're a werewolf." Madigan pointed out, "Now I don't know the exact definition, but I'd say we definitely deserve to be labeled as hipsters. Now all we have to do is make funky signs with our hands and wear galaxy leggings and we'll be set to go!"

"Whatever you say, Mad. I don't think anyone wants to see me in leggings though" Scott laughed, shaking his head at his friend as he walked over to the top shelve and grabbed some flour off of it. "So, uh, have you talked to Stiles lately?" Scott asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yup." Madigan said, popping the 'p.

"Oh. That's nice. How's he doing?"

"He's fine." Madigan answered vaguely.

"Okay...how's his dad?" Scott asked. Madigan looked up to see guilt and sadness in the teen wolf's eyes.

"He's fine, Scott. Just a bruised tailbone…he'll be okay. So will you and Stiles."

"He hates me now, Madigan." Scott sighed sadly as he grabbed the last thing on the list and pushed the cart towards the checkout line.

"He so does not hate you, Scott. Don't be so hard on yourself. You know how Stiles is about his dad; he worries about him twenty four/seven. You can't be responsible for everyone, Scott. You're sixteen; you shouldn't have to worry about all this stuff." Madigan said as Scott lifted her out of the cart and the two started putting things on the counter.

"I shouldn't, but I do." Scott said softly. Derek noticed the two teens stopped their conversation once the checkout lady starting ringing up their items. He quickly left the store and went out in the parking garage, going over to a car and crouching down beside it, waiting for Scott to come out. He really wish he didn't have to do this with Madigan there, but maybe it would prove to her that this life is dangerous…she shouldn't be involved.

"You know I could definitely get used to this whole super strength thing." Madigan said happily as she carried the bag with just the milk in it and Scott carried all the other twelve bags.

"I swear you use me for my wolf abilities." Scott joked.

"Yeah." Madigan agreed jokingly, earning a shove from Scott; causing her to drop the milk, "See what you made me did? Bad dog!" Madigan scolded.

"Did you honestly just call me a dog?" Scott asked incredulously, watching Madigan walk over to retrieve the milk from the car it rolled under.

"Yeah, I- uh, Scotty…" Madigan trailed off uncertainly, watching as the milk bottle rolled from under the car to her feet; a trail of milk following it. Madigan slowly bent down and picked up the bottle, showing Scott the scratch marks in it. Derek quickly and quietly made his way to the end of the parking garage as he watched realization appear on both teens' faces.

Derek let out a loud growl, alerting the duo that he was there. He could see fear plastered on Madigan's face, and heard her whisper Scott's name before inching closer to the boy. Derek wanted to just stop right there and walk over to them. Tell them it was some kind of joke and it was just him; but he knew he couldn't.

Derek growled again, louder this time, before sprinting full speed towards the two. Scott's groceries fell to the ground and he grabbed Madigan's hand, dragging her down the parking garage with him. Derek turned down one of the isles and jumped onto the air ducts at the very top, watching the two as Scott turned to see him no longer following them. "Listen Madigan," Scott started to say as he came to a stop with Madigan and hid them both behind a random car, "You need to stay here, okay?"

"What?! Scott no, are you crazy? Don't leave me here! Don't leave me alone!" Madigan whisper/yelled frantically, tears running down her face. This was all too familiar to her. The Alpha, being chased…it felt just like she was back in the video store.

"Madigan, you'll be okay! It's me the Alpha wants. If I can go distract him he'll come after me and you'll be safe. H-here, take my keys. Get to my car and get out of here." Scott told her forcefully, placing his car keys in the palm of her hands.

"No, Scott please…please don't leave me." Derek's heart clenched painfully in his chest as he listened to the teenage girl bite back a sob. He was definitely starting to regret this…

"I'm so sorry, Mads." Scott said whole heartedly, before pressing a kiss to her forehead and sprinting away. At first Derek just listened to Madigan's sobs and sniffles as she tried to control her crying, but then he heard several car alarms going off and remembered why he came here.

XxX

Madigan didn't know how long she had sat behind that car until she finally decided to move. She heard several car alarms going off a few minutes ago and knew it had been Scott trying to distract the Alpha, but now the parking garage was completely silent and she had no clue where Scott was, "Madigan!" She heard his voice yell. She turned on her heel right as she felt arms circle around her and pull her into a hug.

"You asshole!" She yelled, trying to push him off, "You freaking left me Scott, what the hell?" She yelled again.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do, though." Scott admitted.

"Well you better be paying for my Chipotle after this." Madigan grumbled, looking around to see any signs of the Alpha still being there, but only finding Derek stalking towards them, groceries in hand. "Oh hey sexy, what brings you here?" Madigan asked, not realizing that it had been Derek the whole time and the groceries he was carrying were Scott's.

"He thought it'd be a great idea to help 'train me' but attacking me in the parking garage and breaking my cell phone." Scott informed her bitterly. He was pissed enough that Derek had literally followed him here just to attack him, but then he has the audacity to break his cell phone and forbid him from seeing Allison again.

"You need to control your shifting, Scott. This was the only way I could show you how to." Derek snapped, setting the groceries down at Scott's feet.

"It was you the whole time?" Madigan asked, relieved that it had only been Derek and not the actual alpha.

"Yeah, it was." Scott said smugly, thinking that this is what would make Madigan realize Derek isn't some great guy. Oh how wrong he was…

"Oh, okay." Madigan nodded.

"You're not mad?" Scott asked incredulously.

"Or scared?" Derek added.

"No…well, I was. But obviously not know since it was just you. Besides, if the Alpha wanted to kill me, he would have done it at the video store." Madigan pointed out. Scott was seething inside, but Derek was actually…happy. Though slightly disappointed that she wasn't scared, because she really should be. "So D, would you like to accompany us to Chipotle? It's on Scott!"

"No, he doesn't." Scott said, answering for Derek before grabbing his groceries in one hand and taking Madigan in the other and dragging her off to the car. He has really got to talk to Stiles about Madigan's infatuation with Derek…

XxX

The next day at school Stiles was still avoiding Scott. He knew that it wasn't all Scott's fault that his dad got hurt, but he couldn't help but be upset with him. He hadn't answered any of the boys phone calls about Lydia having a recording of the Alpha, and then when Scott finally does show up he lets his dad get hurt. "That twenty bucks is looking better and better." Madigan teased, seeing the uncertainty on Stiles face as the two sat down in Chemistry.

Stiles gasped in mock offensiveness and glared jokingly at Madigan, "I will not buckle under pressure, Mad. I refuse." He told her.

"Sure, Stiles…just wait until you hear what Scott has to tell you, though…" Madigan trailed off, chuckling to herself as Scott took a seat behind Stiles.

"Stiles…" Scott whispered, "Stiles…come on Stiles, are you going to ignore me forever? I'm really sorry, you know." Scott told him, "Is your dad at least okay? It's just a bruise, right? Stiles…" Scott whispered. Madigan's eye twitched when she heard Scott's voice still whispering Stiles' name ten minutes later. "Stiles…I talked to Derek…he's trying to train me." Scott told him, knowing that would get Stiles' attention.

"Tell me everything…I'm still pissed at you, but tell me everything." Stiles demanded. Madigan looked over at smirked at him, holding her hand out and wiggling her fingers. "Dammit." Stiles whined, pulling out a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet and smacking it into her hands.

Madigan didn't see the boys again until lunch, and when she finally sat down at their usual table, she really just wanted to get right back up. "Scott, you do realize the book is upside down, right?"

"Psh, I knew that." Scott scoffed, turning the book the right way, earning an eye roll from Madigan.

"I think the books making it more obvious." Stiles chimed in, biting into his cardboard pizza.

"Making what obvious, exactly?" Madigan asked the two, clearly having missed something.

"Scott's avoiding Allison." Stiles informed.

"I thought you gave up on that last night?" Madigan questioned.

"Nope." Stiles answered, "Besides, her head is shoved inside a book too; she's not even looking at you."

"She's not?" Scott asked, peeking out from behind his book, only to find that Stiles was indeed telling the truth. "Did you come up with a plan yet?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Madigan wondered out loud.

"I'm training Scott now." Stiles said as if it were no big deal.

"And Derek…" Madigan trailed off.

"Is scary, rude, evil, and we don't trust him." Stiles finished for her.

"So since your helping me does this mean you don't hate me?" Scott asked Stiles.

"No, but since your shit has infiltrated my life I now have to do something about it." Stiles said, "Plus, I'm a better Yoda than Derek."

"That's debatable." Madigan muttered, earning a shove from Stiles.

"Okay, yeah you teach me." Scott said, taking a bite out of his lunch.

"I'll be your Yoda." Stiles said again.

"You be my Yoda." Scott agreed.

"Your Yoda I will be." Stiles said in a terrible Yoda voice. Stiles looked up to see blank looks on both his friends' faces, "I said it backwards." He explained to them.

"Yeah, we know." Madigan said as Scott laughed softly.

XxX

"So, this is all part of your genius plan?" Madigan asked as the three walked out onto the lacrosse field during their free period.

"Yep." Stiles said, as he emptied the contents of his lacrosse bag onto the grass. His lacrosse stick, several lacrosse balls, duct tape, and a heart monitor fell onto the ground.

"Isn't that the heart monitor for the track team?" Madigan asked as she sat down on the bleachers.

"What? Nooooo…okay, so maybe it is." Stiles said, noticing the looks Madigan and Scott were giving him.

"You stole it?" Scott questioned.

"No! I'm just borrowing it for the time being." Stiles defended.

"So you stole it." Madigan said again.

"Temporarily misappropriated." Stiles corrected, making Scott tilt his head in confusion, "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate while he runs, and you my werewolf friend, are going to wear it the rest of the day." Stiles said to Scott.

"Is that Finstock's phone?" Madigan asked, pointing to the black cell phone sitting next to Stiles.

"Yeah, now that I stole." Stiles laughed.

"Oh God, Stiles." Madigan groaned.

"Why?" Scott questioned.

"Well, your heart rate goes up when you wolf out, right? Right. When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, when you get angry…" Stiles elaborated trailing off; maybe learning to control is connected to controlling your heart rate."

"Wow, Stiles…maybe you are a good Yoda." Madigan mused; crossing her legs at her ankles and watching as Scott put the heart monitor on and taped his hands behind his back.

"You ready?!" Stiles called over to Scott.

"Not really." Scott admitted. That was all Stiles needed to hear before he started pelting lacrosse balls at Scott. Madigan couldn't contain her laughter as she watched ball after ball strike Scott. Stiles was having entirely too much fun with this, and Madigan knew part of the reason he was doing this was because he wanted to get back at Scott. "You know, I think my aim is actually improving." Stiles mused.

"Wonder why." Scott groaned sarcastically.

"You wanna take a few shots, Mad?" Stiles asked, offering the lacrosse stick out to her.

"Eh, why not?" Madigan decided and skipped over to Stiles, taking the lacrosse stick from him. Madigan clearly isn't the best at lacrosse, but she's got a pretty good aim. She often practices with Jackson, and he's taught her a few things about the sport. At first Scott was excited that she was going to be throwing the balls, thinking that she wouldn't know what she was doing, but his excitement quickly faded when she chucked a ball straight into his crotch. "Nice!" Stiles exclaimed as him and Madigan busted out laughing; Madigan still throwing the balls.

Jackson watched from next to the bleachers as his sister and Stilinski took turns throwing balls at McCall. Even Jackson couldn't contain his laughter as he watched the scene go down. He had no idea why on earth the three of them were doing that, but he had to admit it was pretty damn funny. And just seeing Madigan laugh like that made him smile on his own. The smile was whipped clean off his face, though, as he watched McCall collapse to the ground.

"Scott?" He heard Stiles call, "Scotty you okay?" Madigan called after him. Scott busted the tape bounds and his hands flung out to in front of him. From where Jackson was standing he could tell that something was wrong, but he couldn't see the claws that were now coming out of Scott's hands.

Stiles nudged Madigan and showed her the heart monitor, that was now going out of control. Scott was completely shifting out in public and someone was bound to see. All of a sudden the heart monitor went back down and Scott's breathing returned to normal. Both teens slowly walked forward and got closer to Scott, "Scott? You okay?" Madigan asked. Scott looked up at them and they breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his eyes were his normal brown color, "You started shifting." Stiles told him.

"I know." Scott sighed.

"How'd you stop yourself?" Madigan questioned as the two helped Scott up.

"I thought of Allison. I just focused on her and I gained control."

"So wait, what if Allison doesn't make you weak, but she actually makes you stronger? Like she's what brings you back." Madigan said, making both boys' eyes widen.

"But that's not always true…Literally, every time I'm touching her, or kissing her-"

"Stop. Just stop, please don't go into detail. My ears are already bleeding just thinking about it." Madigan cut Scott off, holding her ears dramatically.

"But that's different. When you're doing that stuff you're just an average, hormonal, teenage boy thinking about sex." Stiles said, but stopped talking when he and Madigan noticed a dreamy look cross onto Scott's face, "Your thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles asked.

"Kinda…sorry." Scott said sheepishly, snapping out of his thoughts of Allison.

"So if Allison doesn't make you weak…" Madigan said, trailing off.

"Then she keeps you in control." Stiles finished.

"You mean because I love her." Scott said with a huge smile.

"Exactly." Stiles agreed, unfazed by Scott's realization.

"Aw, Scotty you're in love! Be sure to let me babysit your pups when you and Allison start popping them out!" Madigan exclaimed, grinning ear-to-ear at Scott.

"Wait, did I just say that?" Scott asked.

"You sure did, Scotty! And it's great!" Madigan cheered while Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I love her. I love her!" Scott exclaimed confidently.

"Yeah that's great, now moving on…" Stiles said, trying to change subjects.

"No really, I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott told them, grinning at Madigan when she squealed happily.

"And that's beautiful," Stiles said sarcastically, "Now before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out please? Cause you obviously can't be around her all the time."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry. So what do I do?" Scott asked.

"I don't know….yet." Stiles said, rubbing his mouth and nose before his face lit up, indicating he got had an awful idea.

"Oh god, you have an idea don't you?" Madigan asked, fearing the worst.

"Yeah."

"Is this gonna get me in trouble?"

"Maybe."

"Is it going to cause me physical pain?"

"Definitely." Stiles smirked. Oh boy…

XxX

Madigan didn't want to stick around for whatever it was that Stiles had planned, so instead of skipping class- again- she decided to just leave the boys on their own and attempt to get an education before going home with Jackson at the end of the day.

So, while Madigan was attempting to be normal, Stiles was being the cause of Scott getting his ass beat and them both getting a detention. "Excuse me, sir?" Scott called out, gaining Mr. Harris' attention. "I know that this is detention and all, but I have work and I really don't want to get fired." Scott tried, hoping Harris would let him go. Mr. Harris simply scoffed before turning back to grading papers.

"You knew I would heal?" Scott questioned Stiles quietly after several minutes of utter silence.

"Yep." Stiles answered immediately.

"So you did it to help me then?"

"Yep."

"But partially to punish me?" Scott asked, piecing it together.

"Yeah, well that one's obvious."

Both boys were silent for a moment before Scott spoke up again, "Dude, you're my best friend…and I can't have you angry with me." Scott admitted sadly.

"I'm not angry anymore," Stiles told him. "You have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So, now you don't really have a choice. You have to do something."

"I know. And I will." Scott told him honestly, smiling at Stiles. The boys had gained Harris' unwanted attention at this point and he decided to let them both go.

XxX

Madigan was sitting in her room that night when Scott texted her frantically. Jackson had left earlier to go hang out with Lydia, so she had the whole house to herself, which meant she quickly changed out of her dress that she wore to school and put on a pair of booty shorts and a cutoff tank top that showed the sides of her bras. What? She didn't find the need to dress properly if she was going to be alone all night. Well, she was going to be alone; until she opened Scott's text.

Derek thinks boss is alpha. Stiles and I are on way. Was all it said. And right after she read it she heard a horn honk from outside. Oh well, she thought, nothing they haven't seen her in before.