I am so happy and satisfied with this chapter since it's long and has the dramatic plot surfacing in it! It's also full of relationship advancements and a lot of cuteness. Hope you enjoy it! So, here it is! Chapter 12 everyone!

I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.

Artemis slammed on the breaks, her car skidding to a stop in front of the crime scene. Police cars loitered the place, their red and blue lights casting odd glows on the mechanic's shop. Sirens wailed, creating a panicky sensation at the crime scene. For God's sake, it's a freaking murder.

Artemis jumped out of her car and almost immediately caught Stiles standing at the side, the Sheriff walking away from him, probably having already questioned him. Real question was, how much of the answers was a lie?

Scott was power walking towards Stiles, but Artemis beat him to it, sprinting towards Stiles. As soon as she got by him, she leaped at him, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. Stiles hugged her back, smiling a bit.

"They're keeping my baby as evidence!"

After being attacked by some creepy supernatural creature, which was pretty clear by the wounds and slashes on the victim's body, that was the first thing that popped out of Stiles' mouth.

"My jeep." He continued to whine as Artemis dead-panned sharing a look with Scott."

"Is he for real?" Artemis asked, pursing her lips superiorly.

Scott just shook his head sadly before letting go of a worried sigh, his breath coming out as frost in the winter air.

As they quickly checked if Stiles was okay and he complained about his jeep, they moved onto more serious issues. Not like Stiles wasn't important, actually he was probably Artemis' first priority any normal day, but in the supernatural world, and these days especially weren't normal.

They all fastened their seatbelts as Artemis turned up the heat of her Audi, Stiles calling shotgun and Scott poking his head out from behind, between the two front seats.

"You were right," Stiles started, not looking at anyone but clearly it was directed at Scott."It's not like you.

They both looked at his with questioning gazes, urging his to continue.

"His eyes were almost like reptilian." He paused again, staring straight in front of his, his eyes darting here and there, not being able to sit calming because of his ADHD.

"There was something about him." He said vaguely.

"What do mean?" Scott asked after a beat.

What Stiles had said to answer him was what had gotten Artemis gears moving, a puzzling yet adequate way of phrasing it, Stiles had done it again.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know them, but you can't figure out who it is."

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asked yet again, sounding a little hopeful.

This time Stiles turned to meet Artemis' gaze instead of Scott, but her calm and calculating demeanour urged him to answer her instead of directing it to Scott.

"No," he said levelling his gaze with Artemis', "but I think it knew me."


Artemis and Stiles were sitting on the sofa, staring at the screen as Dr. Greg House, being the creepy genius he is, diagnosed his patient at the symptom of paralysis.

"I was paralysed." Stiles suddenly spoke up, staring at the lightened screen with glazed eyes.

"I couldn't move. Couldn't move enough to send a text, not even enough to warn the freaking guy that there's a freaking lizard and he's about to freaking die. Couldn't form a single word. All I said has 'hey'."

Artemis looked up at Stiles, realizing that he was near tears. His light hazels shone with tears as he popped another spoonful of pistachio ice-cream down his throat.

"I watched him die." His voice dropped a few octaves, as he lowered his head in shame. "I couldn't help, so I did the only thing I could think of."

He looked up at Artemis trying to blink away the moisture threatening to escape from the tips of his eyes.

"I closed my eyes." He finished, almost breathless.

After a few beats passed, with only the Aussie and talking in the background, and forgotten Ice-cream tubs sitting on the table, Stiles spoke up again.

"Have you ever seen anyone die?"

Artemis' head suddenly snapped up at his question, her mind racing back to the times she was helpless and people started to drop. She was made it to the Hale house while it was burning in time to hear her family's cries and screams. She was also there when a bastard gutted her university roommate, right before her eyes and unfortunately she was also present when the first guy to ever be interested her after years was shot to death. He bled right there in her arms as she begged him to hold on till help came.

"Yeah." She answered quietly, trying to keep her own tears from her eyes. She had to be strong for Stiles.

"When?" he asked quietly, silently hoping he wasn't prying.

"A few years back." She replied, pulling a coach pillow into her lap.

Artemis was grateful that he didn't pry. She really didn't want to burst into tears in front of him. He needed a little anchor for himself, and she planned on being his anchor. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.


Okay maybe that mast part was a little incorrect. She did leave. But only to go visit the pack, who needed to know what was going on, and she was nice enough to only leave once Stiles was a little bubble of snores and phlegm.

She got out of the car, not noticing that she was still wearing the most indecorous clothes. A baggy T-Shirt with a classic picture of Thor from the comics splashed on the front, paired with her pyjama bottoms that had little animated Avengers dotting it. She was also wearing little fuzzy slippers with Captain America's shield on the front. Boy, was she a fanatic.

She cursed silently as the cold nipped at her nose and cheeks, making them turn pink. She pulled her arms to her chest and walked into the run down warehouse, wondering when Derek had gotten the lights fixed.

Artemis walked in to see Boyd watching training from a platform higher than the ground as Erica and Isaac lay on the ground exhausted.

"I like Artemis more." Erica mumbled, rolling onto her side.

Derek having heard that became even angrier than before but took out his anger on poor Isaac who began complaining about his broken bones.

Crack

"You think I'm teaching you how to fight!" Derek shouted, squatting down and yanking Isaac's arm and locking it gruesomely above his head

"Look at me!" He demanded "I'm teaching you how to survive!" and after yelling something about the dangers of the full moon and all that crap he walked off to his train depot.

Artemis just stood there shell-shocked. She quickly ran over to Isaac who was groaning as Erica and Boyd watched revolted.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry about him." Artemis bit her lip and looked up at him through her thick framed glasses which she had totally forgotten she was wearing. She gingerly inspected his arm, looking as if she wanted to scream in frustration.

"He was never like this before." She said apologic.

Isaac smiled softly, but turned into a grimace. "It'll heal."

"Your arm is totally twisted. If you don't fix the position, your body will heal it in the same position." She explained worriedly.

"Oh."

Erica and Boyd watched, holding their breaths.

"Let me do it." Artemis said softly, looking his dead in the eye.

"Well, I'm definitely not gonna do it by myself."

Artemis nodded, before changing her position so that she was squatting in front of him. She grabbed his arm and moved a little.

"On the count of three."

Isaac didn't reply, just closed eyes.

"3!"

Crack

"What the flipping fishes!" Erica spluttered, but grinned at Isaac's scandalized expression.

"What the hell happened to 1 and 2?" He yelled staring at his fixed arm.

Artemis just shrugged before grinning and getting exchanging a high five with Boyd who had stepped of the metal steps.

"You go girl."

Artemis laughed a bit, helping both Erica and Isaac off the ground before turning to the train depot where Derek had just disappeared.

Surprisingly, he stood at the foggy window, amusement shining in his green orbs. She excused herself before skipping up the steps and into the dusty car depot.

Derek stood inside, leaning against the walls, his muscles ripping out of his wife beater.

Artemis stepping in looking at her surroundings with wonder. A cozy little corner was turned into a bed with a few pillows and a sleeping bag. The walls were filthy and barren with only one little picture hanging from the side, a picture drawn in crayon, probably by 3 year old, but Artemis recognized the dot-eyed figures easily.

She walked over cautiously, running her slender fingers over the slightly smudged lines. Her heart wrenched as she noticed who were drawn. A boy with black hair and bushy eyebrows, he was the tallest, so he was Derek. Next to him was a girl with long hair and glasses. That one was her. And then a little boy with dark hair was standing beside them his eyes yellow dots. He must have run out of green.

Derek watched as Artemis smiled softly and suddenly a tear spilled out of the corner of the eye, trailing down off her chin. She sniffled before wiping off the tear with her sleeve. She recognized every single person in the handmade, childish drawing.

It was Derek, Artemis and the little boy was Artemis' brother. Not Brad. Brad was adopted by Arty after a while and Derek didn't even know about him. This boy was Artemis' real brother. The one who sizzled to his death in the fire. Lucas Lowe.

Derek didn't disturb her. She turned in a 360 trying not to let a fresh wave of tears overtake her. She noticed the news papers and the take-out bags along with a bunch of worn books. She let her eyes flitter over his room until they stopped at a bright comic book. Suddenly she became ecstatic.

" No." Derek said

"But I didn't even say anything yet."

"No."

"Please" Artemis whined, clasping her hands together.

"Can I at least touch it?" she asked.

"Just one touch."

Artemis clapped her hands happily before bouncing off towards the comic book lying on the cardboard box that was used as a table.

"But, seriously, how'd you get your hands on this."

Derek suddenly smiled. "It was just lying around the warehouse."

"You're kidding me! Dude that's like sheer luck!"

Derek shrugged before staring at Artemis expectantly as she flipped the pages of the comic delicately.

He cleared his throat loudly.

Artemis looked up and blushed. "Right, we have a problem, and before you say 'no shit, Sherlock' let me tell you some deets. Stiles was there when the next victim of the Kanima was victimized. He saw it. I looked into it and there is no pattern what so ever. No relation between the two victims. Mr. Lahey and the mechanic have nothing in common! There ages are like light years away from each other and no jobs or anything of the sort. That's very unlike a Kanima. One's an incident, two's a coincident but we need our three to make a pattern."

Derek wasn't accustomed to hearing Artemis talk so professionally, like she knew what she was talking about. She was analytical, resourceful and optimistic, though Derek was pretty sure that was sarcasm. Derek nodded, taking in the information, wondering what exactly a Kanima is and he had a feeling that Artemis knew very well what it was. But Derek's inflated ego as Alpha wasn't gonna ask a puny girl what his enemy is like. He was gonna do it like a man. Himself.

"And, one more thing." Artemis looked at Derek, this time glaring at him, "Don't ever treat your pack like that,' she said referring to the little incident before. "You never know when your cruelty leaps back at you."

Artemis nodded before leaving the depot leaving Derek to wonder how exactly to describe his best friend.

Fiery, smart, hilarious, sarcastic, cunning, geeky, strong, badass.

He concluded that it was impossible.


Artemis was giving pack mentality lessons to the pack as Derek stayed in his depot.

"So just the fact that you exist for each other under the name of a pack, means that an individual is more powerful. You have instincts and natural reflexes to safe pack before yourself. It's kinda like Pack before Blood."

Artemis grinned at the lazy reference to one of her favourite trilogies, Divergent. She had ripped of 'Faction before Blood' and turned it into 'Pack before Blood'

Isaac and Erica just stared at Artemis stupidly, wondering why she was laughing. Only Boyd grinned along with her, getting the reference almost immediately.

"Okay guys, that's enough for you. Get lost! Go to sleep or whatever. I have to get home nad snuggle into my jammies and go to sleep too."

"You're already in your jammies." Isaac pointed out, waving a hand at her lazy attire.

"Whatever." Artemis said, more like yawned, before she got off the couch, taking off the nerdy glasses and rubbing her eyes mournfully.

"I'm out." She murmured, lazily hugging all 3 of them together.

She grabbed her keys and waddled towards the door until Derek came up and stopped her.

He smiled a little at her before pulling out the comic book she was so interested in earlier.

"Take it." He thrust the book towards her.

"Seriously?" Her face split into a wide grin as he nodded and she grabbed the comic, hugged Derek's lights out and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You are the best BFF ever!" She hugged him again before skipping out of the warehouse, waving to them on last time before she disappeared.

"AWWWW!" Erica cooed. "So sweet!"

Artemis sighed as she padded out of her in suite, jumping onto the bed happily. She rested her head against the pillow and pulled out the comic book Derek had so generously bestowed upon her.

As soon as she open it, a folded piece of paper fell out, fluttering into her lap. She picked it up and open it, smiling sadly at the sight before her.

Derek, along with the comic, had given her the crayon picture her brother had drawn.

Tears began forming in Artemis' eyes as she read the small note written on the back.

It means more to you than to me. - D


That was it guys! Chapter 12 to Arranged to be Mates! Hoped you relly like it and please review, favorite and follow! Plus, WHO'S SEEN THE SEASON'S FISRT EPISODE. definately not me, so don't spoil it but tell me what you thought about it! :D