A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

"Why didn't you let me rip into him?" Brooklyn crossed into Derek's house.

"You would've been arrested for one," Derek shut the door. "And two, Argent would've laid you flat on the ground."

"I've taken on men twice his size and won," Brooklyn continued to argue.

"Argent may be smaller, yes, but you and I both know he plays dirty."

Derek knew he had a point as Brooklyn exhaled and her shoulders slumped. She knew he was right. Argent could easily have had her where he wanted her thus falling right into his hands. They couldn't let that happen.

"I'm sorry," she sat on the bottom step. "He just always find a way under my skin. And now with what we found out about the fire just has me wanting to make Argent suffer like you have."

Derek took a deep breath as the sudden appearance of this aggression could mean one thing: Their bond was deepening and she was showing some wolf like tendencies. She was still human but the unseen connection ran deeper than a series of marks.

He sat down beside her with both arms slipped around her waist. The hunter twisted her neck until their lips were firmly pressed together. They didn't move for several seconds until Derek shifted his head and slowly pushed things deeper. The soft sighs coming from her lips lowered his guard ever slightly as as her mouth opened slightly. The softness of her tongue teased across his lips. He felt her hands carding through his hair sending tiny shivers down his spine. Derek could hear the rapid beating of her heart as his cool calloused hands rested along the sides of her face, gently cradling them. Brooklyn slipped up the jacket and grey shirt, feeling the sharp cuts and ripples dancing beneath her skin. Derek groaned at her feathery touch as his hands ran down the front of her shirt seeking the soft warmth of her skin.

But the stolen moment was interrupted by the approach of another. Derek pulled away, growling at the intruder who interrupted their moment.

"Someone's coming," he ushered her up the stairs. Brooklyn stayed on the landing as Derek reached where she stood.

"DEREK!" Scott charged through the door like an enraged bull. He didn't see the werewolf anywhere in sight and started up the steps. His scent was stronger up there as he also detected Brooklyn's scent as well.

"You did it!" The teen wildly accused. Brooklyn appeared from the right and positioned herself at the top of the steps.

"Derek didn't kill anyone!"

"He killed Myers! He killed his sister!"

"His sister was missing! He found her like that! The hunters were using her remains to lure him out! Myers died from his injuries!"

"You helped him! You helped him kill Myers!"

"You're insane! I don't kill innocent people! Derek was with me the night Myers was attacked!"

Scott was half way up the steps. Sweat lined the ring along the top of his shirt.

"I'm gonna tell everyone what you both did! I'm going to tell Mr. Argent! I'm going to tell the sheriff!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she sternly warned the teen. "Because if you tell them they'll find out about you and then what are you gonna do? They'll know about Stiles harboring your secret!"

Scott fisted her jacket and shoved the hunter backwards but Brooklyn wasn't about to let some scrawny angst ridden teen push her around. Before she could retaliate, Derek charged from behind hurling Scott down the stairs. They watched as he landed on his stomach but wasn't down for long. Brooklyn had her gun trained on the teen as he had shifted into wolf form. The hollow yellow depths pierced the darkness seeking out its human prey. Brooklyn felt the sliver of fear slice through her spine as the younger werewolf started up the steps. Derek leapt from the landing to the floor below, landing with ease. Scott wasn't going to get anywhere near her.

To the hunter's horror she watched as Scott hurled Derek through the wall and into the parlor next door.

"Derek!" She hurried down the steps as the werewolf turned its attention on her. She fired off a shot but the werewolf dodged the first round. Brooklyn squeezed off three more rounds grazing the right shoulder and left side of the enraged creature. The hunter turned to run but the werewolf was faster. She felt the claw like hands grapple her ankles and hurl her body towards the steps. The side of her head smacked against the still sturdy post knocking her unconscious.

Derek heard the distinct smack of bone on wood and knew it was his hunter. He allowed the wolf to emerge, feeling it screaming to be freed. His eyes were swirling cerulean and cobalt as the deep challenging roar resonated through the house. The smaller werewolf heard the larger male and focused on its foe. It rushed through the splintered boards, smashing those that impeded his path as the larger one slowly backed up. They sized one another up, each one sensing the other's weak points.

The smaller one made the first move. It went for the larger one but was caught by the sides of its jacket and violently slammed against the wall. The rush of air around its body was the only thing it felt before crashing on the floor. The larger one jumped over the table in the center with fist curled and poised to strike. The yellow eyed werewolf rolled away seconds before the larger body crashed back down onto the floor.

Brooklyn stirred and groaned as her mind drifted between light and dark. The deep angry growls and snarls didn't evade her perfect hearing as the werewolves continued fighting.

"Derek….." she slowly and painfully pushed her body up upon her hands and knees. She was shaking all over as the dull but throbbing pain made her vision blurry then focus with each slam against her skull. Brooklyn closed her eyes and forced her herself to get up. She climbed up along the railings using them as support until her own two were flat and steady on the floor. The hunter never let her hand leave the stairs or the wall as she staggered towards the parlor.

"Oh my god," her mouth covered her mouth as the battle waged on.

Derek swept Scott's feet causing the teen to whip around then crash into an old steamer trunk. She wasn't frightened by either one's appearance. She was a hunter after all and werewolves she had seen plenty of. The rich turbulent depths of Derek's eyes were hauntingly beautiful as he continued battling Scott. Brooklyn found she could get lost in those strangely hypnotic rings but snapped herself out of it as Derek yelped in pain. Scott struck his back with a bar but Derek swung around kicked him in the back of his knees.

Scott looked up with hatred burning in his eyes as Derek towered over him and gripped his fingers around his throat. The sharp claws bit into his skin but that was the least of Scott's problems. Brooklyn stood and watched with mouth wide open as Scott was lifted and tossed behind the dusty antique sofa. His growls of pain turned human as the pain brought him back.

The pounding rhythm of her heart alerted Derek to her presence. Her eyes were wide and shocked but fearful they were not. The werewolf shifted back to his human form before hurrying to her side.

"Are you alright?"

He saw the thin trickle of blood from the side her head and lightly dabbed the drying streak.

"Aside from the feeling of being someone's personal drum set yeah I think so."

Scott got up from behind the couch and stared bewildered at the pair. Sweat coated his face and neck as he willed his body to get up. Derek grabbed Brooklyn by the hand and linked their fingers before leading her back to where Scott now stood. The teen's bewildered expression darted between them then at their interlocked hands.

"We didn't kill him! You didn't kill him! This is none of our faults."

"This!" Scott got up and came at them. "This is all of your fault! Both of you!"

He looked to Derek as he glaringly accused, "You did this to me! You're the one who bit me!"

"Derek didn't bite you!" Brooklyn leapt to Derek's defense. "Now shut up and listen before I slap you silly Scott McCall!"

The hunter was serious as his anger trickled away.

"What!"

"Are you deaf? I'm not the one that bit you," Derek repeated Brooklyn's words. "And Brooklyn had nothing to do with the attacks. She's human."

Scott blinked like he had just been told his best friend had died. His fingers swept over the scratches across his chest as the truth about the attack on the bus flooded his memories.

"It was the Alpha….."

"Welcome to the conversation," Brooklyn sourly noted. "You already know you're in the Alpha's pack and it wants you."

"You and I are Betas," Derek added. "The Alpha is more dangerous and animal like that us."

"Why are you here?" Scott nodded to Brooklyn.

"As I told you already Grasshopper, I'm helping Derek."

"Looks like you're more than just helping. What's going on with you two? Why are you holding hands like you're dating?"

"It's not dating as you call it," Brooklyn clenched Derek's hand tighter.

"Well then what is it?"

Brooklyn and Derek traded looks but Derek was the first to answer.

"None of your business," Derek put it bluntly. "You should be worrying about the Alpha and controlling your anger around others and nothing else."

"And worrying about surving," Brooklyn took a step towards him but Derek gently pulled the hunter back.

"Well I have a lot to worry about: Like graduating high school for one. Wait…." Something lit up in his eyes, "The marks on your neck! You two being so close and holding hands….It makes sense!"

"What makes sense?" Brooklyn huffed.

"When Derek said he marked you. You're a female!"

"Fine," Derek growled, "Brooklyn is part of my pack yes. But she's my intended mate."

Scott just stood with mouth forming a perfect o as the truth finally came out. Well this was interesting indeed.

"And Jackson, the king of douchebags, is onto you," Brooklyn shifted topics.

"Yeah I know."

"Really? Do tell," Derek raised an eyebrow.

"When we went out for our group date I kind of used my abilities to bowl better."

"YOU WHAT!" Derek and Brooklyn hollered at once.

"They didn't see anything, I swear."

"That doesn't matter Scott! Jackson is just gonna try to get closer and find out just what's making you this great lacrosse player and now bowler. I've had two encounters with him and believe me when I say he's like a Bloodhound: He caught the scent and he won't stop until he finds what it is he's looking for."

"So you need to go home and carry on like you have been but only be a bit more discreet on your talents or else Derek and I will have to do something about it."

Derek couldn't but help to let the tiny smile cross his lips as Brooklyn held her ground against Scott.

Okay a little action for those needing a fix and for everyone a little smut...LOL!