'There,' Danny says as he leans back in his chair.

Derek and I both lean in to see the screen of Stiles' laptop better.

'This text was sent form a laptop… This one,' he says.

'Registered to that account name?' Derek asks, and Danny nods.

'No, nonono,' that can't be right,' Stiles objects, looking at Danny.

On the screen I read:

Test message located::filesystem catalog entry =

Account registered to:

Beacon Hells Hospital – Melissa McCall

End search . . .

This is not good news…

'Yeah, I did,' Stiles replies, 'it looks just like the drawing.'

Derek grabs Stiles' hand and pulls it towards himself. 'Hey, was there something on the back? There's gotta be something, an inscription, an opening – something.'

'No, no. the thing's flat and you know it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it. Nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here – you're first line!'

I sit in the back seat – again – my arms crossed over my chest.

'I know!' Stiles shouts, groaning. 'Look, if you see my dad can you tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay?'

I stare at Stiles, as does Derek.

'All right, thanks.' Stiles rings off.

'You're not gonna make it,' he says and Stiles sighs.

'I know,' he answers.

'And you didn't tell him about his mum, either,' Derek adds, and even I give him a look then.

'Not tell we find out the truth,' Stiles says.

'Why can't Stiles go to his game?' I ask, making both boys look at me. 'I can take his place here.'

'No,' they answer in union, making me pout.

'Why not?'

'Because I'm not going to let you get hurt,' Stiles says, as to which Derek just cocks his head to the side, clearly agreeing with him.

That's probably the first time…

'By the way, one more thing,' Derek says.

'Yeah?' Stiles asks as Derek grabs the back of his neck and hit his head in the steering wheel, making me gasp.

'OH, GOD!' Stiles cry out. 'What the Hell was–'

'You know what that was for,' Derek warns, jabbing a finger at him accusingly.

'Go,' Derek says, waving Stiles off. As Stiles stays put, his face expression screaming OW, Derek snaps; 'go.'

Stiles stumbles out of the car, walking up to the hospital.

Which is when I decide to crawl into the driver's seat. Luckily I've done it enough times that I don't look like a complete, unattractive idiot.

'That was mean,' I comment and Derek looks at me.

'He deserved it.'

'No, he did not,' I object, poking him in the arm.

'Thanks to him we were able to trace the text. You should thank him, not smash his head into the steering wheel!'

Derek sighs, and I cross my arms over my chest.

'I said I can't find her,' Stiles answers annoyingly.

I'm holding my phone between myself and Derek, having put it on speed dial and myself. Prefer this than him grabbing my arms every two second to tell Stiles what an idiot he his.

'Look, ask for Jennifer,' Derek says, 'she's been looking after my uncle.'

'You have an uncle?' I ask, staring at him wide-eyed.

'I thought your whole family died.'

'It pretty much did. He hasn't said one word since the fire.'

'Oh…'

'Yeah, well, he's not here either,' Stiles says.

'What?' Derek replies, his expression utterly confused.

'He's not here,' Stiles says, 'he's gone, Derek.'

I give Derek a confused glance as his realisation dawns on his face. Then he looks alarmed and my spine straightens.

'Stiles, get out of there right now!' Derek shouts at him. 'It's him, he's the Alpha! Get out!'

'Oh my, god,' I gasp, panic grabbing a tight hold of me. 'Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? Have we sent my baby cousin in there WITH THE ALPHA?' I scream.

Derek kicks open the door and runs into the hospital, and trust me I am not far behind him.

Derek might've survived the whole dying-part because of his wolf-powers or whatever, but Stiles won't!

I watch as Derek hits a lady right in the face with his elbow.

'That's not nice,' I hear a voice say, and as I round the corner I see a man standing not far from Stiles. The Alpha.

'She's my nurse,' he says, and I get the feeling that a whole bucket of SASSY has been drained on him.

'She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people,' Derek replies, gently pushing me behind him. 'Get out of the way,' he tells Stiles, who looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself. 'Oh, damn,' he groans as he sinks to the ground, crawling to the side.

'Think I killed Laura on purpose?' the Alpha asks, approaching us.

'Kill my own family?'

Derek growls, his eyes flashing bright blue before jumps up on a wall and attacks the Alpha – his uncle – who just pushes him into a wall.

The Alpha then grabs Derek by his jacket and throws him into the wall opposite, and Derek falls to the ground right next to Stiles, making him crawl away quickly. He stops as he almost crawls into the nurse, before he gets to me and I haul him to his feet.

I watch as the Alpha looms over Derek before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up. Derek tries to fight him off unsuccessfully.

'My mind, my personality, were literally burned out,' he says as he drags Derek with him across the floor towards us.

'I've been driven by pure instinct,' he says as he drops Derek to the floor, and he rolls over.

'You want forgiveness?' Derek asks as he punches his uncle in the jaw, and I jump back. The Alpha's head barely moves, and the blow seems to have caused him to pain. Derek precedes to kick him in the chest, which the always blows off immediately, banging his head against Derek, sending him stumbling backwards.

'I want understanding,' he says, and this time he kicks Derek in the chest, sending him flying through the air before his back hits the floor hard and he flips over backwards, hitting the floor with his front.

'Do you have any idea what it was like for me during these years?' the Alpha asks as Derek struggles to get up, and I see blood on the floor as he spits

'Slowly healing cell by cell, even more slowly coming back to consciousness?'

Stiles comes up from behind me, having apparently been absent without me realising.

Derek raises himself to his feet slowly.

'Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura, pushed me over a platonic healing process. I can't help that.' The Alpha is standing right in front of Derek, who's kneeling but quickly gets up on his feet, once again hitting his uncle in the face. It doesn't make any more damage this time, and as he goes for another blow, the Alpha simply ducks. Going in for a third time, the Alpha blocks Derek's attempt, doing so with the fourth as well, this time catching his fist and holding it there, crunching his bones, forcing Derek to his knees.

I can feel tears in my eyes, watching as the scene unfolds before me.

'I tried to tell you what was happening,' the Alpha says, and I gag as I hear the crunch of bones.

'I tried to warn you.'

The Alpha grabs Derek's jacket and throws him through the glass and into the reception booth, making me lose him from my sight. As the Alpha moves and he disappears from my line of vision as well, I crawl forward so I can peer around the booth. I can see as Derek tries to crawl away on his stomach, but the Alpha is already approaching him. I get to my feet as Derek continues to crawl and the Alpha continues to follow – and then I follow.

As Derek reaches to mortuary, he pushes himself up in a sitting position, leaning against the wall with all the corpses inside.

I stay by the door, mostly out of sight.

I can tell Derek is in a lot of pain, and all I want to do is go over to him and help him. But I cant. I know I can't.

The Alpha sighs as he looks as Derek, who looks back up at him. I can almost feel the mood in the room on my skin.

'I was going to wait for dramatic affairs, but…' He shrugs and turns to a small mirror, tilting it up so he can look at himself, and then flips it hard. I can only see the back of his head.

'When you look this good, why wait?' he asks no one in particular, and turns to face Derek again, his face now normal again. I cover my mouth with my hand to keep from gasping. I know werewolves can heal, but never before have I seen it with my own eyes.

'Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain,' the Alpha says, as if he's a five-year-old having stolen a cookie from the cookie jar.

'After all,' he says as he bends down slightly, 'we're family.'

Derek's expression is so hurt and so confused it looks like he doesn't know what to do anymore.

He eyes turn to me, and I takes a deep breath.

'Go,' I say, and the Alpha turns to me as well.

'Go!' Derek snarls, so I do. I run away, back to Stiles and back to his Jeep.

A/N: Okay, I know quite a few is reading this story. Every time I take a look, there's like 400 more reads on this thing - but nobody ever leaves a review. So please, I am begging you. Leave one! It takes no more than a minute, and it really doesn't have to be long. A 'i like your story' is plenty! It reassures me that people is actually into this story that I spend way too much time writing. It's not a big request at all, so please do me this one tiny, tiny favour and it would mean the world to me!

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