AN: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF! :'(

I must have fallen asleep at the depot; because when i wake up i'm laid out on a mattress in one of the abandoned train carts. Groaning, i roll over and bury my head into the lone pillow my head is resting on, and pull the blanket over my head, not wanting to get up. Not only do i have school, but it's that day. The day i dread all year round. I hear shuffling, someone clearly walking in to get me up, but i ignore them and close my eyes, wanting to go back to sleep. 'Rogue, you should get up.' Derek says softly. He pulls the blanket from over my head, and i roll onto my side and crack an eye open. With the softness of his voice i assumed he knew, but with the look on his face i'm guessing he doesn't. I close my eye again, and shake my head. 'No, i don't wanna.' I mumble. He chuckles. 'C'mon, it's important!' He tuts, poking my leg. Flinging an arm over my eyes, i mumble some words under my breath, and then slowly sit up.

Scowling at him, i shuffle about until i'm a little closer to him. 'Do i have to?' I whine. I may sound like a child right now, but i don't think i can cope with the pity looks from everyone. Everyone knew about what'd happened, knew when it happened. Uncle was probably round at the apartment right now, trying to get me to open the door. Picking up my phone, i see Zak hasn't called yet. The time reads 6:53, meaning i have an hour to get to school. That's when i realise something. 'I'm still in the same clothes as yesterday.' I state. Derek grins. 'I went by your place and grabbed some clean ones for us.' He says, shrugging. I raise an eyebrow at him. 'What time did you get up? It's already too early to be getting up.' I mutter, finally finding the energy to drag myself up onto wobbly legs. Standing still for a few seconds, i allow myself to get used to the weight on them, and finally allow myself to walk. 'Where'd you put them?' I ask over my shoulder. I hear Derek stand, and follow me out to the 'training area.' Erica is sat with a bowl of cereal. I raise an eyebrow at the cereal. She shrugs. 'Derek brought it.' She explains. I nod, and give her a small smile, which she returns. I think maybe now we'll be friends. But only if she stops being a bitch.

Derek throws me a bag, and i head back to the cart i slept in, and change. He's not deviated too far from what i normally wear, but i do see he's brought the extra tight skinny jeans i had on the other day that take ages to get into. 'Asshole.' I mutter while putting one leg in. I hear him chuckling to himself. A plain while t-shirt follows. It drowns me, and that's when i realise; it's his shirt. Not one of mine. Humph. Shrugging, i pull on some boring plain black socks, and slip my feet into my shoes. After adding the dirty clothes to the bag, i head back to the two. Erica is still munching on her breakfast, ignoring us. Shaking my head slightly, i sit down next to Derek. 'So, your shirt huh?' I ask, trying to sound cheekily. It's usually a really depressing day, and i don't want Derek to think anything's wrong. He gives me a small smile. 'Uh, yeah. I like it when you smell like me.' He says, shrugging, a slight blush hitting his cheeks. That makes me grin. Aw, the big bad alpha is embarrassed.

Derek insists on driving me and Erica to school, which puts a damper on my plans. I'm planning on skipping, and if i want to get where i want to go, then i'm going to have to walk. I guess the exercise will be good for me. I think Derek wants us to do some pack training again today. I'd asked him if Isaac could possibly go up against me for a few rounds, and surprisingly he'd agreed. I'd got the hang of all this wolf stuff pretty quickly, and i think he's hoping that i can pass some tips on to the others. Once i know he's quite far away, and i've ditched Erica, i double back to the front of school and take the half an hour hike to where i want to go. With a heavy feeling in my chest, i finally allow myself to feel vulnerable. The walk goes by quickly, and before i know it, my feet are taking the well know path. When i get to my destination, i collapse down infront of them. 'Hey mom, hey dad.' I whisper. We'd asked for them to be buried next to eachother, so then we didn't have to have two separate funerals, and it would be easier for when we visit. I don't tend to come often, only when i'm really desperate and i can't get a hold of Zak. He still hasn't called, and it's worrying me. If it's a school day, he usually calls at 7 so he can be the first to speak to me. 'A lot of things have happened so far. The school year has being hectic. I'm still maintaining A's though, but i'm lucky. Things have been so messed up, and i'm feeling a little lost. I met a guy. He's called Derek. Scott and Stiles don't approve of our relationship, but he's friends with Zak; and you know how good he is at judging people.' I tell them.

I tell them about becoming a werewolf, about how Peter had killed those who had murdered his family, and how Derek had become the alpha. I stay there for hours, telling them everything, all of my insecurities, my feelings, everything. It's good to get it out in the open; it's also good to tell it to someone who cannot give me the pity look. I get several phone calls throughout the day, ranging from Derek, Scott and Stiles, to even Erica and Isaac. I ignore them all, not in the mood to talk to anyone alive right now. When i've run out of things to say, i simple sit in silence, not ready to go back to the real world yet. I even shed a few tears. I hug my knees and rest my chin on my arms, staring off into space. I'm brought out of my space out, when i hear Derek. 'Rogue?' He asks gently. I turn to look at him, and see the worry in his green eyes. Looking away again, he sighs and sits next to me. 'Why didn't you tell me?' he asks me. It's not accusing, just curious. I shrug. 'We already have enough to deal with, i didn't want to add to the pressure with something as daft as this. It's being a few years and it still gets to me.' I say softly. I hear his shifting, and his arm sliding around my waist. 'There's nothing wrong with that. Hell, every time the day gets around for my parent's anniversary, all i want to do is curl up into a ball and cry.' He admits. I shake my head. 'But you don't. I can't help but let this affect me. I hate feeling so weak.' I say, my voice cracking. I'm not ready to talk about my insecurities. I doubt i ever will be. We sit in silence for a few minutes, until Derek gets a text.

'Deaton is willing to help us. Scott wants us to go to the clinic to see if we can come up with a plan. Do you want to come, or do you want me to drop you off at the apartment?' He asks me. I stretch my legs out, and groan at their stiffness. Darkness has set over the sky, and i can see several stars twinkling in the sky. 'I'll come with you; i need to know what we're planning.' I say, taking the hand he's offered me. We pick up Isaac on the way, who gives me a kicked puppy look, probably because i didn't answer the phone to him. I give him a weak smile, which he returns. When we get to the clinic, Scott is unlocking the door. 'What's he doing here?' Scott asks, referring to Isaac. I muster up enough emotion to roll my eyes at him. 'I need him.' Derek says, passing him. 'I don't trust him' Scott states. 'Yeah, well he doesn't trust you either.' Isaac says. I sigh at them. Boys. 'Yeah, well Derek really doesn't care!' Derek says frustrated. I grab his hand and give it a squeeze, which he returns.

'Now where's the vet, is he going to help us or not?' I ask, a little harshly. Derek looks at me, but i look to the floor. I shouldn't be taking my mood out on anyone. 'That depends.' Deaton's voice filters into the room. 'Your friend Jackson, are you trying to kill him, or save him?' He asks. Derek and Scott speak at the same time.

'Kill him.'

'Save him.'

I give Derek a look, so he sighs. 'Save him!' Scott stresses. We walk into the back, and Deaton heads for some glass vials, each filled with something different. Isaac goes to grab one. Derek slaps his hand away. 'Watch what you touch.' He says. See, he does care about them! 'So, are you some kind of witch?' Isaac asks. I roll my eyes. 'No, I'm a veterinarian.' Deaton replies. 'Oooh.' Isaac mouths. 'Unfortunately, i don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defence against a paralytic toxin.' Deaton explains, dropping one of the vials back into its place. 'Were open to suggestions.' I say. 'What about an effective offence?' Isaac suggests. I sigh. 'No, it won't work. Derek nearly took its head off.' I explain. 'And the Argents shot an entire clip into it, the thing just got back up.' Derek finishes. 'Has it shown any weaknesses?' Deaton asks. 'Well one, it can't swim.' Derek mutters.

'Does that go for Jackson too?' Deaton asks. Now it's time for Scott to speak. 'No, he's captain of the swim team.' He says. Deaton mulls this over for a few seconds. 'Well, essentially, you're trying to capture two people.' He says, and then picks something up off his desk. 'A puppet and a puppeteer.' He explains. 'One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife, do we know why?' He asks. 'I don't think Jackson could do it.' Scott says. 'His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered.' I say softly. 'We don't think he could let the same thing happen to someone else.' Scott finishes. 'How do you know it's not part of the rules?' Isaac asks. 'If the mother dies, then so does the baby.' He states. I look at Scott, and wince and what he's going to ask. 'Does that mean your father was a murderer?' He asks, wincing himself. Isaac doesn't flinch though. 'It wouldn't surprise me.' He replies.

Deaton speaks up again. 'Hold on, the book says they're bonded right?' He asks. I'm betting he has a plan formulating in that knowledgeable brain of his. Derek nods. 'What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but the person controlling him?' Deaton says. 'What if, what effects the Kanima, also effects its master?' he asks, making a black circle around the pendant, effectively closing it in. 'Meaning what?' Isaac asks. 'Meaning we can catch them!' Scott says, getting a tad excited. 'Both of them.' I inform everyone. Deaton nods. We formulate a plan, and before i know it we're leaving. The plan is set for tomorrow, at the rave. I don't speak again all night, but Derek climbs into my bed without even asking, and cuddles me until i drop to sleep. He makes things easier.

The time for the rave comes too quick, school passing by fast, everyone who has tickets talking about what they're going to wear etc. I personally don't have a ticket, but i know Isaac got Scott and Stiles two, meaning those three plus Erica will be going inside, while I, Derek and Boyd will wait outside. I dress as though i'm going inside, with a pair of high waist shorts and a tight top, that hugs my curves nicely, along with a pair of low cut converse. Can't wear heals and be expected to run right? When Derek see's me with so much skin showing, i try not to grin. He eyes me up and down, and i can see the appreciation in his eyes. Pulling me up against him by my hips, he kisses me hard, making my knees weak, again. He sweeps his tongue against my bottom lip, asking for access, which i easily give. We fight for control, but i allow him to take over, and he deepens the kiss, our tongues dancing. When I pull away, i'm gasping for breath, which makes him grin. 'It's a good job you're not going inside, otherwise i might have asked you to change.' He teases me. I roll my eyes. 'You don't like it? I could always put my legs away big guy.' I tease back. He chuckles, and shakes his head. 'No, but i do want you to wear this.' He says, passing over his leather jacket.

I raise an eyebrow at him, and he mirrors my look. Huffing, i grab the jacket and slip into it, letting his scent over take mine. I smell heavenly, just like he does. 'Better?' I ask. He smiles and nods. We meet everyone at the warehouse the raves taking place at, and Isaac and Erica head inside to find Scott while us three go to warn off the Argents. When we find them, it's just Chris and some of his goons. 'Back off Derek.' He warns. I snort. How pathetic. After his awesome line of –Put the gun down... before i put you down- which he said to Kate just before she died, i was expecting something better than that. Derek must have been thinking the same thing. 'Really Chris? That's the best you've got?' he mocks. I snort again. Chris chuckles slightly. 'Alright then, how about this? Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gun fight?' He asks. I bite my lip at that. His goons raise their guns, and aim. I shuffle closer to Derek. Ever since my parent's death i've hated the things. 'That, uh, that sounded pretty good.' Boyd states. No shit! Derek sighs.

We run and hide behind a dumpster, just before they open fire. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I know we killed his sister, but seriously? We're all trying to do the same thing here! We end up behind a concrete block. 'I think i stopped healing.' Boyd winces. I look at him. He's being shot in the stomach. 'It's the bullets, they're laced with wolfsbane. You got to go.' Derek explains. I peak around the corner, not seeing anyone in sight. 'Take the car.' Derek adds. I give a look to Boyd, urging him to go. 'Go!' I say forcefully. Boyd does go, and I and Derek make our way around to the back, where we find Stiles. 'So, we may have lost Jackson inside, but it's..' he doesn't finish, instead he turns to face Isaac and Erica, who can't pass over the mountain ash line. 'Oh my god it's working!' Stiles practically squeals. 'Oh, this is, i did something.' He says with a huge grin on his face. Suddenly i hear a roar, one in the distance, and the only other wolf missing is Scott. 'Scott!' Derek says. I rush forward, but the ash stops me passing through. My best friend is in trouble. 'What?' Stiles asks stupidly. 'Scott!' I shout at him. He looks confused. 'Break it!' Derek commands. Stiles replies with 'What?' I sigh. 'Stiles just break it! Scott's dying!' That seems to knock him into action. He bends down and breaks the line, and both I and Derek charge off in search of Scott.

We find him out back, and something hits my senses, making me dizzy. I hear Derek grunting, and turn back to find none other than Victoria Argent attacking my boyfriend. Growling, i shift and attack her, and we fight in the darkness. Derek grabs me. 'Get Scott out of here.' He wheezes, and then continues the fight i was in. I look at Scott, who's laid out on the floor. Collapsing at the side of him, i feel tears threatening to fall. 'Scott.' I whisper hoarsely. He can't be dead. No, he can't be. The smoke is taking over, making me weak, so i quickly check for a pulse, and find one, only it's weak. Rolling him onto his back, i grab his arm and wrap it around his neck. This brings him back to consciousness. 'Alright Scotty, i need you to help me out as much as possible alright?' I tell him. If i'm feeling like this after only a few minutes of being in this stuff, i dread to think how he's feeling. Derek rushes to his other side, and hauls his other arm over his shoulder, and helps me pick him up. 'Come on.' He says, coughing.

Somehow we make it to Deaton's, who helps haul a passed out Scott onto a table, and immediately beings patching him up. I sit, curled up against Derek. Apparently it was wolfsbane that was in the air, and that's why it made us weak, and what almost killed Scott. I'd decided that the next time i saw Allison's mom, i was going to get revenge. Scott didn't deserve this, none of us did. What i didn't know was that Derek had accidently bitten her, and that she was going to kill herself because of it. The bite isn't so bad, even if you're given it when you don't want it, like I and Scott. But i guess to a hunter, death is the better option. When you hunt something for so long, you begin to hate it, and therefore if you were to become one, you'd rather die. Deaton goes to head out front, and i hear Derek speak up. 'Thank you.' He says quietly. I squeeze his hand, and snuggle into him. Not long after he falls to sleep. I doze, half asleep, until my phone vibrates in my pocket. I still haven't heard from Zak, so when i see it's him whose text me, i immediately open it up. It makes no sense though. Just two words. -They're coming.- Whut?

AN: So, i hope you guys had a good Halloween! :) I sure did, although i'm regretting going to that party last night since i've had a hangover all day! :l

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! :) Please review? I'd like maybe 5? Pleaseeee? :3

All mistakes are mine; no beta!

-Mills