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Danny eventually left Stiles' house, the tension high between Derek and Stiles, and Faith and Danny (though that was more one-sided on Faith's part).

'Ohh myy God, finally!' Stiles exclaimed with a grumble, slapping his books closed and rolled his head in a circular motion with exhaustion, 'At least we got the text traced. Thanks to, uh, Derek's godly body. Attracting women and gay men for over twenty years!' He spoke, extended his arm and making a semi circle motion, looking off into the distance.

Derek growled and snapped his teeth at Stiles, and Faith snorted as Stiles shrunk away as usual, 'Oookay.'

'Come on, we need to go. Now,' Faith spoke, getting off the bed and gathering her things into her bag. Stiles got up and followed her, as did Derek, who continued to stay close to Stiles, intimidating him. They all got into Stiles' jeep, and headed to the hospital. Stiles parked outside, Derek sitting in the front and Faith in the back ('Chivalry is dead!' complained having to be shoved into the back once more).

Stiles' phone rang, and answered to Scott questioning, 'Did you get the picture?'

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

Derek grabbed Stiles' wrist, obviously painfully, and started barking down the phone to Scott. Faith held back a laugh (again) as she saw Stiles mouth 'Ow,' over and over again silently, in the mirror, 'Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something,' Derek spoke with a sudden intensity that Faith didn't know where from.

'No, no, the thing's flat,' Faith heard Scott's defeated reply, 'And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line.'

Derek had let go of Stile's wrist (to which he threw him a glare of his own) and took the phone back to talk to Scott, 'Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start, 'Scott's voice could still be heard by all three of them.

'I know,' Stiles said with a sigh,'Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks,' he hung up.

Faith looked to Derek with a pained expression, who turned to Stiles, 'You're not gonna make it.'

'I know.'

'Look, Stiles. Take the jeep and go. I'll be fine by myself. You know, queen bitch and all that,' she gave a nervous laugh. The way he sounded, just the look on his face made Faiths heart break a little. The Sheriff was so excited to see him play, and now he wouldn't even make it.

'No, he needs to go in,' Derek said defiantly.

'What? Derek, he can go to the game,' Faith spoke, irritation lacing her words.

'No, he can't,' he growled, looking over his shoulder to her position in the back, 'I can't go in there, obviously. And you just can't go alone.

'I can handle myself, Derek.'

Derek just shook his head, and snarled at her again, 'We need Stiles, okay? Stop arguing.'

'If I wasn't here, you'd send in Stiles no problem. I'm a wolf and can fight, what makes me different?' Faith stated, raising an eyebrow.

Derek threw her a look, 'No, Stiles is going.'

'Excuse me, 'Stiles began, 'but does Stiles get a say?'

'NO!' The two wolves snarled at him.

'Okaayyy, never mind,' Stiles held up his hands, 'sorry, Faith. I'm more scared of Derek than you, so I'm going,' he spoke defeatedly.

'Stiles, by the way, one more thing.'

'Yeah?' He said, opening the door. Derek took his head and slammed it against the steering wheel. Faith gasped and snorted with laughter all at once, a completely unattractive noise, but tried to look angry as she remembered she was annoyed at Derek.

'OW! GOD! WHAT THE HELL WAS-'

'You know what that was for!'

He got out, leaving the door open for Faith to climb through. She paused and sat in the driver's seat, where Stiles was, and hissed at Derek, 'You need to stop being an asshole to him,' she pushed her pointed finger into her shoulder. Derek did nothing but glare at her, and she got out and joined Stiles.

Both Faith and Stiles had looked around the floors where Scott's mom worked, and still they had no sign of her. Faith took her phone and rang Derek, 'Yeah! Look, Derek, we can't find her!' Faith told the older wolf.

'Look, ask for Jennifer. She'e been looking after my uncle,' Derek spoke.

Faith groaned, 'Fine, hang on a sec,' she told him, then looked to Stiles, 'ask his uncle's nurse.' The two headed to his room, and they both had disappeared too, 'Yep, well he's not either.'

There was dead silence on the other line, then with a sudden explanation, the blood drained from Faith's face, 'Faith, get out of there, right now! It's him, he's the Alpha! Get out!'

Faith completely stopped. It was him all along? But why would he kill his own niece? How could he get out of the hospital without suspicion? All these thoughts raced through her mind, until Stiles' voice snapped her out of it, 'What's wrong, Faith?'

'Uh..De-Derek's uncle! He's the Alpha!' She told him frantically, shoving her phone in her pocket.

'What?!'

They rushed out of his uncle's hospital room, and as they turned the corner, he stood there, leaning against the wall. Faith and Stiles had the same look of horror on their face, 'You must be Stiles and...Faith. Ohhh, Faith,' his quiet, creepy voice said.

The two teens backed away, until another voice spooked them, 'What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over.'

They both whipped around to see who the voice belonged to, 'Your nurse?!' Faith exclaimed in disbelief.

'You and him. You're- you're the one who- Oh, my- and he's- Oh, my God, I'm gonna die, 'Stiles finished, and Faith stood by him, snarling at the old Alpha. Faith looked over her shoulder again when she heard an awful crunching noise. Derek stood behind them, as he elbowed the nurse in the nose. Faith could almost feel the bone break and shattering back into her brain, obviously killing her.

'That's not nice. She's my nurse,' Peter's voiced said gently yet menacingly.

'She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way,' Derek ordered Faith and Stiles. Stiles immediately ducked, as did Faith in her moment of panic, though she could clearly fight.

'You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?' Peter began stepping toward Derek, who snarled as his eyes flicked to the electric, crystal blue. He ran toward him, then at the last second push himself off the wall and onto Peter. Peter simply grabbed his shirt and shoved him into the wall, it breaking and crumbling around Derek's strong form. He then threw him to the other side, where he fell next to Stiles (who scampered away) and Faith, who immediately was in front of him, snarling at the male Alpha.

'Oh, Derek. You didn't tell me she was an Alpha. Look at those pretty, blue eyes turn red and murderous,' Peter moved forward and smelled her at her neck. Faith growled again, eyes remaining red, 'Derek, my boy. Do you smell that? This little budding mommy's in heat,' he began. Derek managed to sit up, and he snarled as he then stood beside Faith, a protective arm across her waist, 'And do you know what else, Derek? She's completely up for grabs. If you don't mate with her soon...I may have to step in,' he spoke, looking to Faith with raised eyebrows as he finished. Faith shuddered at the thought, and kept her teeth bared. His words elicited a deep, rumbling growl from him and he lunged at Peter.

The old Alpha kicked down the younger beta, and he landed on his back with a loud thump. Peter reached down and lifted Derek up by the throat, and dragged him along the ground. Faith suddenly barked at Peter, and jumped onto his back, claws ripping his chest. Peter reached around with one hand and threw her to the ground. Faith barely caught her breath as the air was knocked out of her lungs, before Peter had his hand clasped around her throat and dragged her along with Derek.

'You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family? My mind, my personality were literally... burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct,' Peter threw the two young wolves to the ground forcefully as he spoke. Derek rolled away when Peter bent down to grab something from his dead nurse's uniform, and helped Faith up, 'You gotta go,' he hissed, turning his attention to Peter as he faced them.

'Hardly,' Faith snapped back, readying herself to fight aswell.

'You want forgiveness?' Derek growled, and threw a hard punch to Peter's face. The Alpha simply was knocked back for a few seconds, before regaining his composure. Faith could sense the rise in his anger at Derek's actions, and Peter grabbed Derek by the lapels of his jacket and head butted him, 'I want understanding,' he growled. Derek stumbled back, completely dazed, and was thrown back by a powerful kick to his chest, courtesy of Peter. He rolled over his head and landed face down.

'Derek!' Faith shrieked, running and falling on her knees next to him. He pushed himself up and spat out blood, raising his gaze to Faith. She took his face in her hands, her thumb running over the cut on his lip.

Peter spoke, his voice as creepy as ever, 'Oh, this is cute. But Faith, darling, this is a family matter. So, I'm going to talk to my nephew now,' he snided, and he looked to Derek. Faith put his arm over her shoulder, supporting him as she could feel him leaning on her, 'Do you have any idea What it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness,' he stalked toward the pair, his voice growing more venomous with each, sharp word.

Faith stood up, helping Derek up with her. She heard loud movement, and noticed Stiles try to scramble past, but seeing the three wolves, quickly hid again. She felt terrible that his dad was sitting waiting for him at the lacrosse match, and instead, here he was with the off chance of death. But Peter got closer as he slowly stepped toward them, and she turned her attention back to him, 'Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that.'

Derek got up and pushed Faith away, and swiped at Peter. His throws were feeble and messy-he was obviously hurt and each time he healed, he was thrown about by Peter again. The next two punches, Peter caught Derek's hands and crushed them, the bones cracking as Derek slowly fell to his knees, groaning in pain.

'I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you,' Peter continued to speak, and picked up Derek. He threw him into the reception of the ward, the glass shattering around him. It really pushed Faith over the edge, and she howled at the other Alpha. She launched her whole body at him, putting all her strength into it. Peter was thrown back, and he landed with a heavy whack on the lino floors. He growled, obviously getting angrier, and retaliated. He got up and aimed at Faith, his claws catching her arm and ripping open a nasty wound. She howled with the pain, but continued to fight, kicking him back with her feet. Again, Peter aimed a punch at her, but she quickly ducked, using her smaller frame and speed to her advantage, and took him out by swiping at his feet. Faith got up again, but Peter got up quicker than she anticipated, and he lifted her by the throat, his claws grazing across the thin skin.

Peter dragged her along the ground, Faith desperately but weakly clawing at his hand as she started to run out of oxygen, gasping for air as he coked her. Derek was on his stomach, crawling as Peter followed him with Faith. He coughed and heaved, but once he noticed Faith was being choked, he sat up best he could, snarling and baring his canines at Peter.

Peter lifted Faith up by the arm, forcing her to walk. He stood in front of Derek, who was hunched over on the floor, and held Faith close to him, his claws pressed against her neck. Faith had her hands on the older Alpha's arms, her knuckles white as she tried to pry his hand away from her throat.

'She's very, very strong, so she is, Derek. I guess she has your strength as part of her pack after all. But she obviously lost all tactic when she fought. She must love you so much, it blinds her, trying to protect you. I guess that's good for me though. I could overpower the...girl. How old is she anyway, Derek? I thought you liked older women 'Peter spoke, looking between the two young wolves. What was he on about? Who said she loved him? You know you do, a little voice whispered. Faith ignored it, her heart rate sky rocketing. She could feel herself tear up. She was going to die. Derek was going to die. And it frightened her. Never before had she felt so entirely and utterly helpless.

Derek snarled at Peter's hint to Kate, and tried to stand, but fell back down miserably. He caught Faith's teary-eyed gaze, and he began to get angry. She was nearly crying, believing she was going to die, and he could do nothing to help her.

'I was going to wait for dramatic flare,' Peter continued, and looked to a mirror on the table next to them. He flipped the mirror as it spun, and Faith shrunk back more in horror as the burnt skin cracked open then melded together again, restoring his face, 'When you look this good...why wait?' He said, a complete cocky and murderous bastard.

'Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain,' Peter said, changing his tactic, 'After all, we're family. But if that doesn't help convince you...' he trailed off, and looking into the mirror, she could see his teeth extend and his eyes burn red, 'I might have to take your little mate,' he threatened, his teeth grazing her neck. Faith squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered. Why was she so helpless and human? She was so afraid, and she hated herself for it, but it took her over.

Faith was aware of Derek snarling, and she could hear him, successfully, stand and move toward the two. She gasped and whimpered again as she felt Peter press harder on the skin of her neck, her grip becoming tighter on his arm, if that were even possible.

'No, no, no! I wouldn't take another step if you want your precious, little, Alpha,' Peter warned, 'Just listen to what I have to say.'

Faith relaxed as much as she could in her current situation when she felt the pressure taken away from her neck. The fear took over, and she seemed to black out for a long while. When she woke up, her hands were stuck together with two sets of handcuffs around them. She was also aware of the fact she was being carried, thrown over someone's shoulder. The handcuffs were made of silver, and they burned her wrists raw, bright red and ugly rings marred her wrists. When she completely came to, she recognized the jacket and the scent, 'Derek!? Derek, put me down!' She exclaimed, kicking her legs.

'Ow! Frickin' hell, Faith,' Derek snapped, setting her on her feet roughly. She looked up to his face, which was as sour and angry as ever, 'What happened?' she squeaked, her throat raw from the crying.

'Peter isn't bad, okay? I understand where he's coming from...just...'Derek trailed off, giving a shrug.

'What? You can't let him corrupt you, Derek!' Faith gasped, banging her connected fists against his chest. He grabbed her by the elbow, stopping her from continuing.

'I...I believe him, okay? And I-I want you to be safe. He said you'd be fine if I just listened and believe him, and that's exactly what I'm doing, 'he told her, not looking her in the eye.

'Oh, Derek,' She breathed, tears rising again. She reached her hands up to his face, fingers tracing either side of his jaw. He finally looked to her, keeping her gaze this time, 'I don't want you to get hurt either. You're on a suicide mission with him, 'she whispered.

Derek seemed to crack for a second, losing the hard lines and frown that etched his handsome face, 'Faith, I can't...'

Faith pushed herself up on her toes, pressing her lips against his in a plea. Her hands were caught between their chests, and she ignored the searing pain of the silver handcuffs. Derek responded, pushing her hair over her shoulder and cupping her cheek. This kiss was completely different to the ones they shared before. It was desperation and it was a plead and it was understanding all rolled into one. Faith pulled back, eyes daring to look up to his, searching for a response or change of heart from Derek.

Derek dropped his hand, looking away, 'I can't,' he said gruffly, suddenly closing up again and he took her arm and pulled her along. Faith let the tears fall silent, sniffing as they fell over her nose. She wiped them away, and finally realized where they were-they were at the school. At the gym end to be specific. Where the locker rooms were. Another dark figure appeared, and took her by the other arm, taking her away, 'I'll take her for now,' she recognized Peter's voice. She looked up to him and snarled, snapping her teeth at him, 'Who-h-ho. You've got quite a temper for such a little thing, don't you?' he said with a smarmy smile. Faith was by no means 'little' -she was five foot six, nearly seven. It was just because he was so tall.

Faith felt Derek grip her other arm tighter for a split second, as if he was debating whether or not to let him take her, but he relented. Faith gave him a disappointed and angry glare, but he looked away. Coward, she thought, but then again, she was being a complete hypocrite. She had been in such a similar situation to Derek, and had acted far worse than he had. At least he had reason, whereas Faith hadn't...

Faith was dragged silently along with Peter, who entered the boys' locker rooms. Derek had left them, entering the rooms a different way. The lights blacked out, and Faith recognized Scott's scent, 'No, what-' her mouth was covered by Peter's hand. He pressed his teeth against her neck again, and warned, 'Remember what I may do...'

Faith swallowed a heavy lump, and nodded. Peter removed his hand, and she heard Scott's voice.

'What the hell Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?' He exclaimed. Faith could feel Derek's presence, and could only assume that's who Scott was talking to. Peter stepped forward, holding a lacrosse bat, and nudged Faith to follow behind him. She couldn't exactly run very far with the handcuffs, and she didn't want to leave Scott with the two other wolves.

'I really don't get lacrosse,' Peter said nonchalantly.

Scott whipped around, his mouth open in shock as he realized that Peter was the Alpha, 'It's you...'

'When I was in high school, we played basketball. Now, there's a real sport,' Peter continued, finally looking up to Scott from the bat, 'Still, I read somewhere that Lacrosse come from native Americans tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. I have that right?' He questioned, but waited for no response, ' I have l little conflict on my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it.'

'I'm not helping you kill people!' Scott defied him.

'Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones,' Peter stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, 'And that doesn't have to include...' he had an expression of confusion, before looking up to Derek.

'Allison,' Derek replied.

Scott looked to Derek with shock and disbelief, 'You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?'

'It was a mistake.'

'What?'

'It happens,' Derek growled.

'And-and do you see what he's done to Faith?' Scott threw his arm out in Faith's directions. She was looking at the floor, face tear stained and tired looking. She raised her head at the sound of her name, and looked to Derek. He kept her gaze, but then broke it, and did not reply to Scott.

'Scott,' Peter spoke up. The young beta turned slowly to face him, looking to Faith then to the older Alpha, 'Scott I think you're getting a wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential.'

'By killing my friends,' He stated.

'Sometimes,' Peter heaved a sigh, 'the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most.'

'If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you,' Scott said calmly, 'I'm okay with that.'

'Maybe, you could try see things,' Peter looked at his hands, rippling his fingers as his claws came out, 'from my perspective.'

Peter stuck his claws into the nape of Scott's neck, and he fell to the floor, writhing as his eyes rolled back into his head. Faith gasped and stepped toward him, but Peter stopped her with a hand on her chest. He ripped off her handcuffs in one move, and walked away, Derek following. Faith let out a sigh of relief, rubbing her sore wrists, but ran up to Derek, stopping him, ignoring Scott (it didn't seem like he was dying, sure...).

'Derek, please. Don't help him, 'Faith tried again.

'Move, Faith,' Derek said, with no emotion. Faith tried a different approach this time, and snarled at him, asserting her dominance over him. But it did nothing to him. He looked away, guilty. And then it dawned on her, 'You asshole!' She hissed, giving him a hard shove, 'You joined his pack!?' Derek looked away, and stepped around her. Broken and betrayed, she let him leave, then turned to Scott. She knelt down beside him, completely pushing Derek out of her mind, and helped him up when he gasped and returned to conciousness. He explained to her what he saw, and how he felt exactly how Peter did when those events happened. Faith helped him up to the seat, when Stiles came running in.

'DUDE! We have a huge problem!' Stiles exclaimed , then he spotted Faith, 'You're okay!?' Faith nodded, not finding a voice to speak.

'Trust me, I know, 'Scott replied, looking up the human boy. Boy, what I problem they had indeed.

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