Rating has now changed to M incase some did not notice...Oooo. There is a little bit of sexy fun times near the end, but I've sectioned it off if you want to skip over it (it won't matter to the plot if you read it or not).

So, enjoy!

'If Isaac didn't kill his father, then who did?'

'I don't know yet,' Derek answered Scott, looking around the dark and cold home. It hadn't even been a half a week since Isaac and his father were last in their home, and already it felt abandoned and eerie,and it caused goosebumps on Faith's arms. She stayed close to Derek as Scott lead the way with a flashlight, sensing a disturbing aura from the empty house.

'Well, how do you know he's telling the truth?'Scott asked Derek in an uneasy tone.

'Because I trust my senses,' Derek scoffed, following the young beta on in further into the house, Faith close to his side, 'And it's a combination of them. And it's not just your...sense of smell.' Derek stared at Scott with a knowing expression. He didn't exactly sound too subtle in the text Stiles had sent Faith.

'You...saw the lacrosse game today?'

'Yeah(!)'

'Did it look that bad?' Scott sounded almost bashful in his question.

Derek took a deep breath, and slapped his hand on the beta's shoulder, giving it a squeeze, 'Yeah(!)'

The three wolves, now lead by Derek, continued to look through the house until he eventually brought them to a door, tucked away at the back of the house. It opened to dusty, wooden and slated steps, obviously leading down into a basement. Derek had taken the flashlight from Scott, and shone the only source of light down the stairs. Cobwebs hung high and low from an array of mismatched items, from old furniture to work tools- what would be considered normal stuff to be kept in a basement.

'You wanna learn?' Derek questioned rhetorically, 'Start now,' he looked to Scott expectantly, giving him a nod of his head to encourage him down into the dark basement.

Gingerly, Scott made his way down into the basement, Derek (and Faith) remaining at the top of the stairs.

'What's down here? What am I looking for?' Scott wondered, looking around lazily, touching and moving things here and there, continuing to delve deeper into the cold and dark basement.

'Follow your senses,' Was Derek's reply.

'What happened down here?'

'The kinda thing that leaves an impression.'

Faith looked at Derek with a funny look, 'What's up with your Batman-mentor-y voice?' She teased him a little, but he just glared at her. Faith brushed him off and followed down the stairs after Scott, her curiosity getting the better of her again. The basement gave off a weird and disturbing chill, so she quickly caught up with Scott. But the further they went into the basement, the worse the feeling got. Faith felt scared and worried and angry all at once, but in a fragmented kind of way; as if she was feeling the aftermath of a larger event, or catching fractals of someone else's memories.

Scott stopped infront of a large freezer, and Faith assumed he must have got that feeling too. Her breath hitched when she touched the rim of the freezer, a surge of foggy sensations rising in her. She retreated her hand quickly, not liking it at all. Scott seemed to react the same way, his breathing a little heavier and his hand a little shaky as he, too, traced the edge of the large tomb, which seemed to fit the object better.

Faith gasped and Scott jumped when Derek just appeared next to him, turning the flashlight on with a magnified click!, the bright light blinding.

'Open it,'Derek instructed with a steady and flat tone.

Scott removed the opened lock, and slowly lifted the lid off of the freezer. Derek shone the light into the empty freezer, and the sight horrified Faith. There were many scratches lining the walls of the container, some old and some new, some light and some bloody. Faith reached out and traced one of the marks, the lines pretty much matching up with her fingers.

'Oh my God...'She trailed off quietly. Now, she had seen some horrific things in her time-hell, she'd been the one to carry out said horrific sights, but this-this really hit her in a different way. Isaac was clearly horribly abused-so much so that Derek's words echoed in her mind; it had left an impression. This was a father who was meant to love his son, yet he locked him in a freezer for God knows how long at a time, and probably hit and kicked him too.

'This is why he said yes to you,' Scott stated.

'Everyone wants power,' Derek explained.

'If we help you, then you have to stop,' Scott made his offer, 'You can't just go around turning people into werewolves!'

Faith interjected, 'Sorry, Derek, but I'm with Scott on this one.'

Derek looked a little hurt by her siding with Scott, and defended his actions, 'I can if they're willing!'

'Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?'

'Yes, and he still asked.'

'Then he's an idiot.'

Derek seethed, 'And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter. Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon,' he told the young beta, hand on his shoulder.

'Don't be a hypocrite!' Scott exclaimed, looking to Faith then back to Derek.

'Hey! I'm right here!' Faith snapped.

'Sorry-no offence,' Scott told her. Faith 'mmed' in response, folding her arms across her chest,'Look, if I'm with you, I lose her,' he addressed Derek.

'You're going to lose her anyway,' Derek spoke matter-of-factly. He turned to head off, and Faith followed- they needed to save Isaac.

'Wait,' Scott called out before the two older wolves reached the stairs, 'I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too.'

Faith looked a little saddened he was still refusing to join the pack. Maybe she could convince him later sometime, but he seemed pretty set on staying the lone wolf, and that was a cause for worry, especially with Gerard and his hunters in town. However, she knew he could handle himself. Sort of. So maybe it wasn't bad that he didn't want to join. At least he wouldn't get caught up in their troubles even more than he already was.

'Because he's one of us?' Derek questioned.

'No,' Scott said lowly, 'Because he's innocent.'

Stiles had stopped off at Isaac's house as soon as Derek and Faith got out of the front door.

'Get in, losers. We're going shopping,' His voice called out through the rolled down window.

Faith nearly laughed, and offered a sharp, quirk of the lips to her friend. Derek, on the other hand, looked utterly confused and annoyed with Stiles (it was a new record for how easily Stiles could get on his nerves).

'Since when can you quote Mean Girls?' Faith joked, getting into the backseat of the blue jeep.

'I'm a man of many talents, Faith, and quoting girly movies is one of them.'

Derek got into the front, glaring at the two teenagers, 'When you both stop being idiots, can we go get Isaac?' He snapped.

'Yeah, yeah, Mr. Bosswolf,' Stiles grumbled, pulling out of the drive and onto the main rod. He explained to Faith and Derek about the fake deputy and the wolfsbane case, and it put Faith on edge a lot more. She wasn't certain as to why this whole thing with Isaac was worrying her, (it was obvious to her now that being in Beacon Hills and being with the people she hung around with that she had finally gotten over her bloodlust for werewolves, but still, how could the way she'd been brought up be changed so quickly in a matter of months?) and the only plausible explanation she had was the fact he was part of her and Derek's pack. She didn't know much about werewolf packs, but anytime she had fought a pack with her uncle, they fought to the death-literally-to protect one another.

Stiles cut the engine having parked infront of the illuminated building of the police station. He began to explain part of the plan, 'Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk.'

Derek opened the passenger door of the car, tucking his head down to get out, 'I'll distract her.'

'Whoa, whoa whoa-you? You're not going in there,' Stiles scoffed his exclamation, hand on Derek's shoulder to stop him from getting out. Derek looked down to the young boy's hand, then back to his face a few times. Stiles quickly retreated his hand, 'I'm taking it off!' He held up both hands in surrender.

'I was exonerated,' Derek stated.

'You're still a person of interest.'

'An innocent person.'

Stiles scoffed out laugh again, 'An - you? Yeah, right!' He received a glare from the werewolf, and he relented, 'Okay, fine. What's your plan?'

Derek gave him a funny look, 'To distract her,' he said slowly and with wide eyes.

'Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh,' Stiles spoke, curling his lip like he was taunting an opponent.

'Hah,' Derek gave one short, sarcastic laugh, 'By talking to her.'

'What're you going to say?' Faith piped up, suspicious of what this 'talking to her' included.

Derek stared at Faith, not giving her an answer.

'Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?' Stiles said.

'Hmm,' Derek's eyes darted around, mocking a thoughtful demeanour, 'I'm thinking about punching you in the face.'

'You will not be punching my friend in the face, Derek Hale,' Faith told her mate.

'Thank you, Faith! To be honest, I think you should set up a trap sometime to teach him a lesson,' Stiles mumbled.

Derek snapped his teeth at Stiles and they all got out of his jeep. Stiles and Faith hung back , letting Derek head on in to talk to the deputy. She was busy with some paper work, talking without really looking to see who was there, 'How may I help-,' she stopped short, seeing Derek and put down the files, standing with one hip on her hand, 'you?'

Faith felt a swell of jealousy rise in her, and she managed to stop the growl that was about to escape her lips. She fisted her hands, and kept her breath even. The full moon was definitely not helping with her control right now.

'Hi!' Derek said cheerily, a million-dollar grin on his handsome face (which Faith was sure that that was what the deputy thought, judging from her body language).

'Hi.'

'Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone -' Derek started, laughing and giving a little head shake-being completely charming.

'Like...me?'

'Well, I was going to say "so incredibly beautiful" but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing,' He flashed another sterling smile.

Faith and Stiles (who failed at trying to sneak past naturally) were halfway to the next door when she couldn't stop herself any longer. Her eyes turned red, burning holes into the deputy, and a low growl rumbled through her chest. Derek spoke again, distracting the woman from looking to the noise, and Stiles made a muted dramatic gesture of his, pulling her along through the door into the back of the station.

A man opened a small, wooden box, revealing two syringes with a blueish, purple liquid swishing about inside. It was a beautiful colour, but then again weren't some of the most beautiful things also dangerous? He limped his way down the corridor of the station, hissing as the arrow in his leg was beginning to really hurt.

Faith and Stiles looked around them as they rounded each corner, Stiles pushing Faith on infront. She turned and nearly jumped into another deputy and apologized, beginning to explain herself, 'Sorry! We were just-' she stopped when she noticed the arrow in his leg and the syringe he was holding in his hand-it was a hunter. Faith did not give herself enough tie to calmly and quickly come up with a plan, so she growled and bared her teeth at him, her eyes glowing red. She wasn't quite sure what happened next- she had aimed correctly and knew exactly where to hit him, but somehow he had outwit her as she aimed for his top half. He stuck the syringe into the delicate skin at the bend of her elbow, injecting the liquid into her.

Faith got even angrier and had to stop herself from howling. She kicked his chest, sending him onto his back, coughing and grunting as the air was knocked out of his lungs. Faith stalked forward, ready to knock him unconscious, but her breathing became laboured and she fell to her knees in front of him. She coughed, one hand holding her up on the ground, the other on her chest.

'Faith!' She vaguely heard Stiles shout, the pain muffling any and all senses.

Faith was aware of a struggle and two figures shadowed past her, but all she was trying to do was breathe. It was hard to describe how she was feeling, but it was like someone was gripping her lungs, and when she breathed in or out it was like the air became razors that cut down her throat. Not only that, whatever was in the syringe made her feel completely lethargic and made it hard to move, as if her limbs were weighed down with rocks. In the next few minutes (or was it few hours?) Faith heard a fight somewhere in the distance, but it was like her ears were filled, like she was underwater, and everything was indistinct.

There was a short moment of silence, her harsh breathing the only thing she could hear. A howl erupted through the building, piercing even her distorted hearing, but she knew who that was, and she realized she needed him now-but she couldn't make a sound apart from the ragged breaths, and choked when she tried to call out his name. Faith wanted to just close her eyes and let the unconscious take over, but normally when someone who was injured wanted to do that, it was the worst thing to do. So she tried to keep her eyes open, but she lost battle against the darkness' sweet promise of relief.

'How did you do that?' Stiles breathed, eyes wide.

'I'm the Alpha,' Derek said, a little too smugly. Isaac was still cowering next to the unconscious body of the fake deputy. He grabbed the newly turned werewolf by the arm, ready to take him back to his home (though he would have to stop by his house first to get his car).

'Hey, where are you going!?'

'We need to get out of here,' Derek replied, pulling Isaac along.

'Sure, just leave me with the bust down cell door and the unconscious deputy!' He signalled with waving arms to the man laying against one wall,'No problemo!' Stiles spoke with heavy sarcasm.

'He's your dad; as you said, I was a ''person of interest'',' Derek used his words against him. But he didn't get to enjoy the annoyed look the young boy had on his face as a pain spread out from his chest. He gasped and winced, gripping the shirt covering his chest.

'What the h-fuck. Faith,' Derek realized where the pain was coming from, having not been hurt physically himself. He pushed Isaac over to Stiles and rushed into the hallways, desperately searching for his mate.

'Faith!' He called when he noticed her body lying in the middle of the corridor. He slid onto his knees, picking her up into his arms, then stood up again. he shook her gently in his arms, 'Come on, come on. Wake up. Faith-wake up!' He began to get desperate, his voice panic-stricken.

'Ho-o-ly crap,' Stiles groaned.

'What happened!?' He growled to Stiles.

'The, uh, deputy guy. He stabbed her with another of that syringe you broke. The one with wolf...Oh, my God,' Stiles realized what it mean.

The alarm was still ringing, and Derek whipped his head around to the noise of heavy footsteps, 'We need to get out of here. Distract them,' he ordered Stiles.

'Me? Why? Ugh, fine. Just get her somewhere safe!' He called out, running back to the cell.

'Isaac, come on,' he instructed the new beta, carefully running past hallways and corners to get out the back. Luckily, Isaac didn't seem to live too far from the station, and he managed to get back to the car within ten minutes. He was about to get into the driver's seat when Scott and Allison appeared.

'Stiles texted us what happened!' Scott rushed down the stairs, followed by Allison.

'The wolfsbane has been in her system for a while already, I need to do something-I need to get it out of her system, but I can't-I don't know how,' For once, Derek was not calm and collected. He had lost his normally stoic and unemotional expression, and the two teenagers could see the worry etched in the angles of his face.

Scott's voice cut through the panicked silence, 'Take her to my boss'!'

'What?' Derek snapped slightly at him, 'Why the vet's?'

'Just drive, alright? You want to save her don't you?'

'Obviously!'

'Then just go now!' Scott ordered the alpha, roles reversed for a moment, and Derek just did as he said, burning rubber to the vet's building.

Derek gently but swiftly out of the car, one arm under the bend in her knees, the other supporting her under the curve of her shoulder. The vet was arriving as Derek rushed to the front door, shortly followed by Scott, Allison and Isaac.

'Set her on the table,'Deaton instructed the male alpha as he unlocked the door, and lead them back into the consulting room. Derek did what was asked of him, setting his mate down on the hard, shiny metal. Faith moved her head a little, but still did not open her eyes.

'We need to drain it out of her,' Deaton explained, reaching for equipment, similar to that of transfusion equipment.

Deaton slid the slightly thicker needle into Faith's arm, needing it to be such a size for her tougher skin. The blood began to flow down through the clear tube, but it was not the normal rich, dark red it should be-it was purple and black, a thick, ugly haze of the two colours and it chugged slowly through the plastic tube. Faith was not looking so good either. Her normally, slightly tanned complexion was now sheet-white, and a thin layer of perspiration seemed to coat her whole body. Her lips were turning a dark hue of blue, and her breathing grew more ragged, her coughs sounding more and more painful with each wheeze.

'It's not working quick enough,' Deaton spoke with a hushed tone, his eyes looking over the young wolf that was lying on the table. He checked the equipment, then looked to Derek, 'You need to speed up the healing process.'

Derek looked completely unsure, 'If I do that she could lose more blood and then she could-'

Deaton cut him off before he could say that word, 'Do it. And she will be more likely to survive than letting her bleed out slowly like this.'

Derek still seemed uneasy about it, but did it anyway. He grabbed her other arm that did not have any needles or tubes sticking in it, and bent it back, breaking the bone and sinking his claws into her skin.

Faith, quite suddenly, jerked awake screaming. She gasped as the effort of screaming hurt her throat, but she couldn't help it-she felt like she was in agony. The wolfsbane still remaining in her body nearly prevented the healing process in her body, so when her arm was broken and sliced, it felt ten times worse than normal. But whatever was being done to her was actually helping. Faith could hear now a little better, and her senses were slowly returning to their higher state. She opened her arms, groaning still at the pain, her eyes red and teeth out as the wolfsbane was causing her wolf to emerge.

'Faith, I'm so sorry,' She heard a familiar voice, though a little frantic, murmur to her.

Faith managed to turn her head to the side, laying down on her back again. She was horribly sweaty and blood stained one arm and down her side, her hair was bound to be a mess and she knew she must have been as white as a sheet but she didn't care. She was glad that the pain was slowly, but surely, subsiding and it helped that Derek was taking some of it from her.

'You didn't inject me with wolfsbane, like,' She spoke quietly, her throat scratchy from the wolfsbane and screaming.

A strangled laugh came from Derek, 'Well, for breaking your arm, then.'

'Hmm, I'll get you back sometime then, I suppose,' Faith teased, sitting up. She coughed a few times, causing her some pain, but it was nothing compared to before. Before, it was razors, now it was more like...wood chips.

'Are you okay?' Derek asked, worriedly, taking her hand to relief her of some pain.

Faith snapped her hand away in a as playful manner as she could manage, 'I'm fine! I can take this out now?' She turned to Deaton, tugging at the tube coming from her arms. Whatever happened after her bone was broken, it sure helped her begin to recover, and she already felt well enough to sit. The needle and tube protruding from her arm was such a hindrance and she wanted it out.

'No, you need a few more minutes. You'll replenish your blood quicker than a human, obviously. But it will take a while for you to return to your normal strength-it'll probably be around a week,' Deaton explained.

Faith nodded, 'You guys can go, you know. I'll be fine,' she spoke, laying back down on the metal table.

'You don't look fine,' Scott said nervously.

'Thanks, Scott. You sure know how to charm a girl,' She said sarcastically, though it wasn't spiteful, 'I'll be fine, okay?' She forced a smile to Scott and Allison, hoping to show them she was fine so they would leave. She didn't like being the main focus from so many people.

Allison seemed to understand what Faith wanted and smiled to her friend, tugging at Scott's sleeve, 'C'mon. We should get home, she'll be fine with Derek,' she threw a sideway glance to Faith, who gave her a playful look. The two left, leaving only Derek, Deaton and Isaac with Faith. She shifted on the table, groaning a little as her arm still hurt, the healing process still not back to its full potential. She did feel weaker than normal, but nothing she couldn't handle. She just wanted to be back on her feet and acting normal; at least she would be getting a break from life for the moment, for it was clear she wasn't going to be doing any 'investigating' like she normally would.

Faith hissed when she felt a sharp prick to her arm again as the needle was pulled out, 'Don't be exerting yourself anymore now,' he warned her with a warm smile.

'Thanks...How do you know about us- about all this stuff?' Faith asked curiously. The vet smiled at her and it was obvious that he was not going to offer up answer, and too tired to do much, she didn't press him to satiate her curious nature.

'Thank you,' Derek straightened up (having been bent down to Faith's height as she lay on the table), clearing his throat. He didn't really seem to thank people that often (more to the fact he didn't like help) but it was nice to hear him be grateful, 'Can you walk?' He turned to look at Faith.

'Aye, I'll be grand,' She replied, swinging her legs off the table, gently setting her feet on the floor. She wobbled a little bit, the blood loss making her weak, but she righted herself with the help of Derek's steady grip. He helped her out of the vet's, only gripping her arm when she was unsteady in her steps, Isaac following behind them obediently.

'Can I go back to my house?' Faith asked quietly, looking up to Derek. Fearing she would offend him, she explained in a flourish, 'I mean, your bed's fine and all that but it isn't exactly the most pleasant of surroundings,'she spoke with a curl of the lip.

'No.'

'Huh?' Faith looked at Derek in confusion. It wasn't exactly a question-question that he had the choice to say yes or not to.

Derek smiled at her as they reached his car, 'I'm kidding. Don't get your pants in a twist,' he teased her.

Faith feigned anger, but couldn't help the smile that quickly spread across her (now sightly rosier) lips. She didn't get to see this playful and kind side of Derek often, so she embraced it and enjoyed it.

'I don't want to interrupt your flirting, but what about me?' Isaac spoke up.

'Not everything's about you, Isaac,' Faith replied. The poor beta looked scared that he had offended them in some way, but Faith rolling her eyes and letting him get into the car first made him relax, 'We are shite at the jokes tonight, guys. We're all too serious,' she spoke freely, Derek joining the two wolves in the car.

'You could have died tonight. That's maybe why we're ''serious'',' Derek said little darkly.

Faith poked his bicep (which was as fine as ever), 'No sourwolf tonight, okay?'

Derek sighed and nodded, starting the engine, 'I'm dropping you off at the warehouse first, Isaac. Then I'll take you home,' he told Faith. She nodded and lay back against the smooth leather of the Camaro, closing her eyes for the short journey. She needed as much rest as possible now to replenish her health.

'Thanks for the lift. And for being my walking stick. I'm getting old now,' Faith joked as she got into her bed, curling underneath the sheets after she changed and quickly cleaned herself up.

Derek sat on the edge, eyes tracing over her face, 'I was hardly going to abandon you. What kind of mate would I be?'

'That sounds...weird. I almost forget sometimes,' Faith said burying herself further under the covers, the heat soothing her sore body.

'How come?'

'Just, it's not natural to me like it is to you. I'm meant to have had a boyfriend or two now, maybe getting serious and in the future-far future-be married. Not have a mate.'

Derek chuckled, 'You hunters think you know things, but you really don't seem to have a clue about half the things I've known you to witness,' he traced a pattern up her arm that sat over the covers, up to her collarbone, then shoulder where the mate mark rested.

'Yeah, well, you've had a lifetime of being a werewolf,' Faith told him nonchalantly, subconsciously moving closer to him, 'Doesn't make it any less weird to me.'

'You'll get used to it eventually.'

Faith 'hmmed' and closed her eyes, the patterns he was making on her skin lulling her to sleep, 'Peter mentioned about making me his-or part of his pack or whatever, even when you weren't dead, like I thought. Could he have broken the bond or whatever? You said yourself it could be broken,' she suddenly spoke up, turning on her side to get a better look at him.

Derek tensed up a bit at the mention of Peter, and Faith regretted asking him that question, but he answered her regardless, 'He could have, especially since our mate bond isn't as strong as it can be.

'What do you mean by that?'

Derek became uncomfortable, looking away from her and taking his hand off of her arm, 'Just could be stronger.'

'I can tell you're lying, Derek Hale,' Faith raised her eyebrow, sitting up from under the bed covers, trying not to wince as she did so.

'Just that, we can make it stronger...We can do something else to properly...fulfil the bond.'

'Spit it out, Derek.'

'We haven't had sex so it's not as strong as it could be, we're not one hundred percent bonded. That's why it would have been easy for Peter to take you away from me,' He told her in a rushed voice.

Faith was quiet for a short moment, 'Well, I wish I hadn't asked that now. Goodnight,' she quickly lay back down in her bed, turning her back to him. Her cheeks were blazing red from embarrassment and she did not want him seeing that.

'Yep,'Derek readily agreed. He pushed himself up more on the bed to look over her body, and he laughed at her expense. Her cheeks were nearly scarlet, from what he could only assume as embarrassment, and it stood out that colour since she was still paler than she normally was from the blood loss, 'Are you blushing?' He teased her, pulling her shoulder back to turn her on her back.

'No!' Faith huffed, turning her face from him.

'You are! I can tell you're lying, Faith Trusler,' He continued to joke with her, grasping her chin firmly and turning her face to his, 'Don't even try to deny it.'

'Why does being a werewolf become extremely embarrassing with you now? First heat, then the mate biting and now this!?' Faith exclaimed, huffing with him as she glared, eyes burning into his.

'I think you've hit your werewolf puberty, 'cause you've clearly reached it as a human,' Derek continued to mortify her, though he had playful intentions. He grinned at her horrified expression, 'I'm sorry, I'll stop now,' he told her, chuckling. Faith turned her head to the side, folding her arms to show she was still huffing with him, 'Aw, come on, baby. Don't be like that with me, babe.'

'You said you would stop!' Faith slapped his shoulder, sliding out of the bed underneath his lean body, ''Night, Derek. Get off my bed. '

'You seemed to gain your energy quickly. Must be this heat thing,' Derek couldn't help himself. It had been a long time since he had a truly fun moment in his life, and he was letting out that playful and joking nature he had pent up since Kate.

'You're horrible to me,' Faith began to jest back with him, pouting, and sat back on the bed next to him, trying to force back the smile that threatened to light up her face.

'Aw, darlin'. I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you,' He put on a Southern drawl, his hand clasping her jaw, and he kissed her, forcing her onto her back.

Faith snickered against his lips, pushing him back slightly and grinning, 'I give up. This is a rare side to you, Mr. Hale, and I fully intend to enjoy it while it lasts,' She reluctantly gave into him, pulling him back down to meet her lips that still graced a smile.

Derek pressing his body against hers made Faith forget that she was even feeling a bit of pain, and somehow gave her a new found energy. Faith slid her hands up over his shoulders to clasp at the back of his neck, one hand moving back down to press lightly against his chest. He moved his hot and moist kisses to her jaw line, then to the hollow of her neck, tasting the delicate skin there. Faith put her head back against the pillow, her neck exposed even more. Derek pushed back some tendrils of hair that stuck to her cheek and neck, moving it out of the way to leave another hot trail from her jaw to the mark he had left on her shoulder.

The fun and playful nature in both of them melted quickly into desire, surging through them both, equally encouraging them. Faith was feeling faint again, but it was from the desire that coursed through her blood and she wanted him closer, needed him closer to her. She threaded her fingers through his rich, dark hair as he reclaimed her mouth, readily eager to meld their lips and tongues together.

A deep rumble vibrated in Derek's chest as he wrapped one arm around her waist, and Faith gasped as he swiftly lifted her up onto his lap, and she wrapped her legs loosely around him. He still kept a firm grip around her waist, brushing his lips across hers surprisingly gently. Again, he moved from her lips to her neck and Faith let her head fall back, giving him better access. The full moon still rode high in the dark sky, its light seeping through the slats in her blinds. It fanned across both of the wolves, and they felt its power it had over them. Faith brought her head back up again, her eyes now red. Derek lifted his gaze to hers, and it startled Faith for a moment to see the red.

'What's wrong?' He stopped, eyes flickering across her face.

'Nothing, nothing just your eyes.'

Derek gave her a look, 'What's wrong with them?'

'Nothing, they're beautiful. It's just weird the last time we were going...like this, they were blue. It's just strange is all,'Faith explained, tracing a finger from his temple down to his jaw, then across the curve of his bottom lip.

'That was nearly five months ago,' He murmured, pushing the hair that fell down across her face over her shoulder, and pressed a soft kiss to her mark.

'I wanted to kill you about six or seven months ago.'

'I'm aware of that now. Glad you didn't,' He joked and smiled, kissing the tip of her nose, then her mouth. Faith clasped her hands around the nape of his neck, giving a light squeeze to encourage him on. There would be no stopping her this time, and no interruptions. She needed him now, and even if she wanted to stop she knew she couldn't as the moon kept its strong hold over them both.

SEXY TIMEEE

Faith took charge for a short moment, moving her lips from Derek's to his jaw, then to his shoulder where she had bit him. The skin had healed, but not completely, leaving a thin and raised, silver line on his shoulder, in the shape of a triskelion- the same as hers. She kissed the mark and then pushed herself up onto his lap better, straddling him, one leg on either side now.

Derek pushed down the thin strap of her tank-top, and commanded with a husky voice, 'Lift your arms up,' his hot breath tickled her neck.

Faith did as he asked, raising her arms above her head. In one quick, sharp move, Derek removed the thin layer of clothing that separated her bare skin from him. Derek pushed her back onto her back, and his mouth left a hot, wet trail along her body. He started at the top of her sternum, Faith wriggling in anticipation and nervousness underneath him. He continued his way down her chest, in between her breasts, the top of her navel and stopped with a quick kiss just below her navel. He slipped his fingers under the hem of her bottoms, glancing up to make sure she was okay with it. Showing no signs of wanting him to stop, Derek pulled down the cotton pants, leaving her only in her underwear-her bra already off.

Derek's hands spanned her waist as he pulled himself back up over Faith, his lean body pinning her into the bed. Red met red, and Faith greeted his kiss with a low growl. Her stomach was tight with emotion, and something else that needed to be satisfied. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pushing them down over his arms and off his body, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles-they were all there for her pleasure right now. Derek sat up for a moment, causing Faith to whine at the loss of contact. He chuckled quietly as he quickly rid of his shirt and returned to his position over his mate.

Faith let her hands roam over his chest, down to the hard, smooth muscles of his stomach, 'Oh my God, you're so hot,' she groaned in appreciation at his physique.

Derek laughed softly again, 'You're not too bad yourself, I mean, look at them boys,' he teased her with a grin, eyeing her breasts.

'Filthy pig, you,' Faith scolded him playfully, hand wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. The desire returned again, sweeping through them both like a flame. His hand slid over her smooth stomach, into the waistband of her underwear. Faith gasped at his touch, hungry for it to be there. Derek nearly tore off her underwear as he removed them, causing Faith to arch against him in wanting. He removed the remains of his own clothing, nudging her legs apart. He kissed her again, and it was like no other. It was hard and fast, wanting, needing, and it nearly had Faith undone right then and there. She began to get a little desperate in her kisses, pulling him as close as possible to her.

Derek's hand made its way down her body again, eliciting a pleasured mewl from Faith, finding that spot between her legs. He slipped one, then two fingers into her slick heat, and Faith let out a guttural groan as he began to move them. She arched her back, pressing her chest into him, and had her head back with closed eyes. A pressure began to build low in her belly and her breathing grew more ragged as he continued.

'Derek...'Faith groaned against him as the pressure began to build quicker, but Derek stopped before the huger (that she didn't realize she had) could be satisfied.

Faith was about to complain when her eyes flew open, but the look on Derek's face made her stop, 'What's wrong?'

'I don't want to hurt you...'

Faith let her head fall back on the bed, sounding almost ashamed when she spoke, 'I'm not a virgin, so you don't have to worry about that,' she admitted, holding herself up on her forearms, only looking at Derek a moment later, 'Don't give me that look!' She snapped as he seemed...off, 'It was once and it was over a year go, wasn't like I was that much of a kid, and it wasn't great, so don't worry-I don't have high expectations...' she trailed off, embarrassed more than anything.

'That's not what that look's for. I just wished I was the first to have you, regardless of your age, within some limits though, obviously- I would've made it better for you too,' Derek softened his hard gaze, running a hand down her face.

'Show me how much better you could've made it then,'Faith dared him, all thoughts of embarrassment gone, replaced with a new found self confidence in bed.

Derek growled and pulled her down closer to him. He positioned himself between her legs carefully, not breaking the hold of their gaze, 'Are you absolutely sure?' He hesitated with a breathy voice.

'I think we're past the point of no return now. Just fuck me already,' Faith ordered him between soft pants, flinching a bit at her own crude language-but it worked, because that's what Derek did, though he did it a bit more caringly than it sounded.

Derek kept her gaze, not breaking it. A growl sounded that came deep from within his chest, and in one steady and slow push he filled her.

'Merde! (Shit!)' Faith gasped, eyes widening and arching up into him. She wasn't a virgin, like she'd told him, but he still filled her completely. It already was nothing like that time before-it was already better.

'Oh, God, Faith,' Derek groaned, burying his head in her neck. She was so tight and warm and it was perfect. Neither moved for a minute, letting each other experience the new sensations and feelings from being as intimate as possible. Derek lifted his head from Faith's neck, teeth extended and eyes red with lust and hunger and something else that Faith couldn't quite pin point. He moved slowly at first, cruel in his movement as he didn't give her what she wanted just yet. He wanted to enjoy feeling her at this pace first, before his instinct would drive him over the edge and he would let his wolf have his wicked way with her.

Faith gasped and groaned at each slow, antagonizing thrust. It was torture, but the kind of torture she did not mind. What Derek was doing to her now was nothing like her first time. It was alright and she got sweaty, but this-this was what it was meant to feel like. She had a pressure deep within her belly that ached blissfully, and each time Derek thrust into her he neared that spot. Faith wrapped her legs tight around his waist to pull him in more, moving her hips back up into his, encouraging him to move faster, harder.

Derek could not keep up the slow pace and relented, pushing into her harder and swifter, 'You are mine, and mine only,' he growled out.

'Ahhh, fuck,' Faith moaned when he hit that spot, so deep within her.

Derek grinned wickedly, his breaths heavy and quick, enjoying the look of pure pleasure on Faith's face due to what he was doing to her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her up to sit on his lap properly, driving into her even more (if that were even possible), his other hand grasping her thigh tightly. Faith moaned again, pure and raw from deep within her. She clasped one arm around his shoulders, the other pressing back against chest. Her hair fell in messy, natural waves down one side, tickling his neck as she moved up and down on him.

Dipping her head down to meet his, Faith kissed Derek again, nipping at his bottom lip as her wolf fully let itself take over. Her red eyes equalled his, as did her canines nip at his skin. She threw her head back as he moved faster, the pressure already building up quickly again. Her arms began to hurt from where they were either injected or had been broken, but she didn't care-the pleasure masked all other sensations.

'Derek, oh, my God,' groaned Faith, bringing her head back up and looking at him through hooded eyes, the red darkened with lust. Derek growled in reply to her wolf calling out, her heat about to drive him over the edge. He quickly pushed her onto her back and Faith gasped as he hit the spot over and over again, before finally she couldn't take it any longer. Derek sensed how close she was, and sank his teeth into the mark he made on her before. Faith widened her eyes in shock, before letting them fall closed again, the pressure burst into an explosion of pure ecstasy, causing her to call out his name. Derek licked the wound then buried his head in her neck again, half a dozen strokes later, following her into the bliss of climax.

SEXY TIME OVERRR

Their ragged, hard breaths was the only sound either of them could hear as the moon shone on their sweat sheened bodies. After a long moment, Derek rolled over onto his back, ridding her of his weight. Faith immediately moved closer to him from the loss of contact, one leg draping over his and one hand resting against his arm. She finally looked up to him, not knowing what to expect after what they had just done.

Derek was smiling at her, his breathing starting to even. He moved the hair that stuck to her face out of the way, his finger tracing over her lips, 'Was that ''better'' ?' He questioned her.

Faith grinned and sat herself up on his chest, folding her arms over it, 'Much, much better.'

'I think we've got rid of that stupid heat tension. For a while, anyway,' Derek spoke absent-mindedly.

'For a while, huh?' Faith wiggled her eyebrows, still grinning. She sighed, content, looking to the moon then back to him, 'Darn, full moon,' she teased, 'Getting me all hot and sweaty-what a sight.'

Derek rolled his eyes, 'You're beautiful,' he told her, sitting up a little to reach her lips. The primal and feral nature of their wolves had been satiated, and so this kiss was sweet and slow.

Faith smiled shyly at him as he lay his head back down on the pillow. That meant a lot to her, especially coming from him. She wasn't up there at the top with her looks, to her anyway. Her smile was too gummy, apart from the strong jawline she had a very round face and she hated how her nose sat up the slightest bit at the tip. She didn't have the perfect body either. It wasn't slim and curvy and sexy like certain models. Sure, Faith was slim and toned but that was just it-she was toned and athletic from all the hunting she did when she was younger, and up 'til now.

'I really care about you, Faith,' Derek told her honestly, not smiling now to show how serious he was. Faith was surprised at his admission. Yes, they were mates. Yes, it was clear they liked each other. But to hear him say something like that out loud? That wasn't expected, 'So please don't ever nearly die on me again. My heart was in my mouth the whole time.

Faith smiled and brushed her lips across his, laying back down beside him, 'Good thing I really care about, too. I'll try not to die again as long as you do the same for me, okay? I want to keep you,' She teased, 'even though you're kind of a dick to my friends-especially, Scott.'

'Yeah, well, you're the one I care about,' he brushed it off, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and hugging her close to his body. They sat like that for a long while, neither speaking, just enjoying each other's company. Until Derek jerked and spoke out of the blue in panic, 'I didn't use a-a condom.'

Faith's heart stopped as Derek spoke, but once she heard his worry she laughed, 'It's fine, don't worry. I've been taking the pill for ages now, so you're safe,' she said, getting comfortable on the bed again. To see the look of relief wash across Derek's face was funny, and he lay next to her again, relaxed.

'Hi, are we completely...mates now?' Faith questioned him, angling her head so she could see his face better.

Derek nodded, 'That's why I bit you again-to completely seal the bond,' he answered, tracing her skin as it still hadn't quite healed again.

'Do I not have to do it to you? Like before?'

'No. Mother Nature's sexist, y'know. You're mine now; I only had to bite you to completely...own you, for want of a better word. You're out of the question to other wolves, now. Before, some could try steal you away, but now they shouldn't even dare. Others won't touch me now-or the shouldn't if they know what's better for them, since your scent is all over me and you already left a mark before too.'

Faith nodded slowly, not really grasping the whole concept of mates, but not caring too much. They were definitely, one hundred percent together now, 'So, is it safe to say you're my boyfriend?' She asked timidly.

'I don't really do that...but yeah. Mates are more akin to married couples within humans though,' He told her.

'So we're married?' Faith asked horrified. Not that she wouldn't mind being married to him, but she was seventeen (though she would be eighteen in the next few months, still)!

'In the wolf world-yes. Hey, is that so bad!?' He asked jokingly.

'No! I just feel so...young,' she gave a funny shrug.

'I can assure you that it's pretty normal with werewolves to have mates at a young age. I'm nearly kind old to be just getting a mate. So you will be fine,' he pinched her cheek in jest.

Faith swiped his hand away, and straddled his waist again, 'Will Scott and Isaac notice what's happened between us?' She gingerly questioned, tracing random patterns on his chest.

'They'll notice a shift in our...relationship. New smells. New feelings coming from us, but I doubt Isaac will figure out what it actually means. Scott...maybe he'll notice and figure out what has happened.'

Faith nodded, 'Cool. Can't wait to see him again(!)' She said facetiously. It was annoying the things he thought bout their relationship, and how he would act different and a little rude to her when something would...blossom in their relationship.

'I'll beat him up for you? I'll say we're ''training''?' Derek offered with a grin.

Faith laughed and shook her head, 'I can do that just fine myself. But seriously, please see where he's coming from? I did want him part of our pack but now...He seems fine by himself and I be with him nearly everyday anyway. He's kind of a part of our pack, without actually being a part of our pack,' she asked of Derek.

'I can't promise you anything,' Derek warned her.

'That's fine. Just...try, please,' she told him, 'Anyway, I think my noseying is done for now. So-what do you say to round two? You up for it yet?' She gave him a seductive grin.

Derek growled and pulled Faith down to him, kissing her a little rougher again. Oh, he was definitely ready for round two.

So, I can't write sex scenes. I don't think I can, anyway, so I hope it isn't too bad . I wanted to make it a little more realistic than what normally would be in fanfic. It's clear they're both not ready to love each other, or so they think...?OoOoO So it's a little more playful with them.

I know Faith always gets into these questions and conversations with Derek, but it's just 'cause she's a curious little bugger, and she likes to have answers. I also realize Derek is now very different when around her-not really as much as an ass as he normally is (for Season 1+2 anyway, he's nicer in season 3) but that's 'cause little Faith here is bringing him out of his shell around her.

I don't want to say much more; still things I wish would come out differently, but they haven't for me, but I hope you don't mind it. Any questions? PM me or leave a review.

I hope you enjoyed it, and please review/fave/follow!

~capitain