Grease Monkey

Chapter 24: First Rule About Fight Club… Get me the fuck out of Fight Club

I was left alone for a short period of time while the merry band of werewolf hunting misfits went after Derek and… Jackson. They thought they were so smart, figuring out the third beta when they had no idea there were three of us to begin with. But, I have to admit, they probably found it out a lot faster than I would've had I been in their shoes.

My solitary confinement was interrupted when someone kicked me in the face repeatedly until my head cracked against the wall. I swore loudly at the pain. Something along the lines of "clotpoll". I have no idea who they were or why they fucking did that, I assume they had some unresolved anger issues. Well, more so than every other hunter on the premise. They then dragged me into a different room, the one where they'd be housing Derek. Guess they wanted to keep their prey in the same room. The guy grabbed my head and hit it against the ground, knocking me out in the process.

While I was unconscious, things were still going down. Derek, for one, was dragged into our new cell and restrained against the bars. His hands were raised above his head and shackled in irons similar to mine. But they decided to keep his paws separate. So I got to flop around like a fish and he didn't? Asswipes.

Anyways. Now, this wasn't a cage like mine. There was just a tall garden ornament (well, that's what it looked like to me) to which Derek was chained against. Speaking of the sod, soon after his arrival, he came back to consciousness. He was snarling and biting and straining against his cuffs. Eventually though he'd realize that his attempts were useless and he settled for his usual silence.

Typical.

Next to join the party; Kate and Allison. Why Kate thought exposing a kid to this was in her best interests is completely beyond me. But thank God the bitch wasn't a mother. This is around when I came back to the land of the living. I was surprised to find my hands in front of me, meaning I was no longer a floundering tuna, yet my left ankle was shackled meaning I couldn't run away.

Derek snarled and startled me quite a bit. I thought it necessary to give him what-for, but I saw the presence of others and decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Is… is that… Derek Hale?" Allison asked sheepishly.

Kate smirked and slapped Derek lightly on the cheek. "You bet it is."

Then Allison, the observant little truffle, bent down and looked into my blue eyes. "And… th-that's Scott's friend… that's Brooke?"

My eyes widened at what happened next. Derek actually… he reacted. This low growl reverberated through him that practically made the ground shake. Wow. If we made it out of there in one piece I was so banging that man. Like, for twenty-four hours straight.

"I'm surprised you know her." Kate said, an odd skepticism in her gravelly voice.

Allison, the sweetheart, probably didn't want me to die. So she said, "I really don't. She came to a few lacrosse games. She was friendly with a lot of the players." She crossed her skinny little arms while pulling at her sleeves. A typical Allison gesture.

"I see." Kate nodded, not really buying it. She inched over to the sort of machine she had been using to electrocute me, though this time it was attached to Derek. She cranked up the juice and began frying the man. At first, there were no screams. But then she increased the voltage to a point she hadn't even reached with me.

"What are you doing to him? Is that going to kill him?" Allison asked, scared. As she should be.

Still playing around with the knob, Kate replied, "Oh, come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now."

What I'd do next is not the smartest thing in the world. I was better off pretending I was dead. Yeah, I was, but Derek was in intense pain. And I could actually do something about that. Who woulda thought that Brooke could be flippin' useful for once?

Not me, that's for sure.

I inched closer the bars while keeping an eye on Kate. She was too busy marveling over Derek writhing in pain.

'Jesus Christ she's my new definition of psychopath.' I thought as I reached out towards my fellow werewolf. My hand sneaked in under his pant leg and wrapped around his ankle. A pulse can be felt just below the ankle bone, but it's very weak. Still, I felt his pain diminish. And I felt a little better about our whole situation.

"What is he?" Allison asked as she fought back tears.

Kate shrugged her shoulders. "Shapeshifter, lycan, werewolf." She laughed. "To me he's just another dumb animal."

My little contribution wouldn't stop Derek from becoming nearly completely incapacitated. He could only take so much. His head slumped and his muscles relaxed. Kate walked up to him and I got the hell out of there… well… I got my hand out of there. I pulled it into my chest and watched the two closely.

"Come here." Kate beckoned her niece and she exposed Derek's incredibly lethal, and erotic, teeth for the whole world to see. "See these right here? These are canines." She paused slightly. "Also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you find on those cute little leaf eating herbivores, is it?"

Allison, who was slightly appalled by this entire experience, and rightfully so, asked, "This is a joke to you?"

"Sweetheart." Kate started. "There are werewolves running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me." She paused, dramatically. "How else do you think I stay sane?"

After she was done with the show and tell, Kate turned off the light that was shining on Derek and she started to leave with Allison. Kate was telling her about the different kinds of werewolves and I couldn't care less. She closed the thick steel door and I sneaked my hand back around Derek's ankle like a fuckin' ninja.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Psssst! Wake up!"

He growled a bit, probably a natural reaction to being under a constant threat. He then looked over his shoulder at me. "What are you doing here." He asked in that weird Derek way of asking that wasn't actually asking. But he did so quietly, taking a lot of bite out of the statement.

'Seriously.' I said to myself. 'You're lucky you're pretty big boy.' I continued with a roll of my eyes.

"I thought I could have a tea party with the hunters to settle our differences!" I said sarcastically. To which I followed up with, "What do you think, Sherlock?! Psycho Kate drugged me, stole my truck, told everyone in town some half-assed lie so people wouldn't come looking for me, and has been torturing me senseless SINCE."

Derek growled a bit more. "How long have you been here."

I made some horse-like noise and shrugged my shoulders. "A week, maybe? The days all sort of blurred into one after a while."

"Why didn't you contact one of us." He continued.

I scoffed. "Sorry, any time I try anything even remotely werewolf-y I usually find myself on the wrong end of a bad beating." I paused. "Besides, it wasn't all that bad. I'm still in one piece. A few broken ribs, that's really it."

He didn't sound convinced, but I couldn't really give less of a shit. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Back then I was less of a big girl but no less capable. I looked around my new cell and realized that it was really impractical if the captives weren't both chained to the iron bars. I had free reign except for the iron around my ankle. Whatever. It was a lot better than my previous situation of flopping around like a fish. I do not know how much I can stress that situation but it was really freaking uncomfortable.

That's when something struck me. It shocked/disturbed me so much that I actually gasped. "Am I going to be stuck here with you? Oh God. I'm going to be stuck here with you. That… now that is torture. Just. Plain. Cruel."

I looked up at the man I was joking about and… he was chuckling. I seemed to have a certain knack for that. I think he mostly pitied me and was always laughing at that. I didn't care, I liked to joke around. Distracted me from every little shitty thing going on around me.

"So..." I started. "How'd they get you?"

From my position behind him I could see the muscles in his jaw flex. He was hesitating... why? "I sacrificed myself so Jackson could get away."

I didn't mean to, but I laughed. "You stuck your neck out for some rich prat? Who are you and what've done with Derek?"

The look he gave me over his shoulder told me to rethink what both he and I said. My eyes remained on him in the hopes that I would catch a hint. Something he said wasn't the full truth. Derek's eyes began to glow that eerie blue and he said, "I helped Jackson because he's one of us."

The extra emphasis on Jackson's name told me that he wasn't talking about the Porsche driving nutter. He was talking about my pack-brother Scott. "Is he okay?" I asked.

"Injured. Safe." Derek managed to get out.

I sighed in relief. I didn't want little Scott to have to deal with the madness of Kate. I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy… well… I might wish it on Amber for a couple of hours… Okaaaaaay. I'm not that evil. No, I left that job with Kate.

With a pained groan I rolled onto my back. Nearly every inch of my skin was bruised and I'm pretty sure all of my ribs were at least cracked. And now that I think about it, I remember that I couldn't see all that well. My eyes were severely swollen. Everything was blurry and it was pretty annoying. Despite the possible consequences I told my battered body to heal. Kate wasn't there and I was quite positive that Derek wouldn't say anything about it.

As wounds closed and fractures healed, I grunted. It felt really weird. I had never needed to heal so much damage. Usually it was just bruises, dislocations, and relocations. When I was sure that I was back to fighting form I opened my eyes, guess I had closed them. My vision was crystal clear once more. I wiggled around a bit and all my aches and pains were nonexistent. Successsss.

Derek and I were left alone for the night. They hooked us both up to the Electrocuter 5000 and turned up the juice so we couldn't shift and break free. It wasn't that bad. But when we woke up the next day I was in for an earful. Kate walked up to my slumbering form and stepped on my face. Well good morning to you too!

"What did I say about healing?" She asked in a sadistic sing-song drawl.

I groaned. "You said not to but you didn't say why."

"You have a real problem following orders, don'tcha?" She continued, removing her foot from my head and crouching down beside me.

I made a disgusted face. "Yes, but you have a problem with oral hygiene." I retorted. "You fix that and I'll think about listening to you."

Kate was getting less and less tolerant of my humor, the cross look about her and the clenching of her fists told me that. She reached into her pocket and I closed my eyes in preparation for what was to come. Damn wolfsbane. She tried to put the bundle of herbs in my mouth but I kept my lips glued together.

She glared at me vehemently with this angry sneer on her face. "Open." I shook my head, sending my greasy hair in all direction. "OPEN."

When I resisted further she placed her hands on either side of my shoulder and dislocated it. I gasped and swore loudly, allowing her access to my preciously sarcastic mouth. Once the wolfsbane was in place Kate held my jaw shut and blocked my airways so I was forced to swallow the fucking crap. It was just as rough going down as it had been days prior.

Within seconds I broke out in a cold sweat and I felt my bones preparing for the relocation. "Derek..." I gritted out. "Whatever you hear, I am perfectly fine."

Oh, but I wasn't. Even though my body was screaming at me to allow the transformation, it just wouldn't happen. Which was weird since that was the purpose of the wolfsbane in the first place. But everything was throbbing. I managed to get to my feet and I fell into the wall.

"What the fuck did you give me?" I asked as my vision started to wonk out.

Kate gave a dark chuckle. "You were being such a wonderful guest," Nice sarcasm, "I decided to mix up your cocktail! Not only is your transformation being forced, it's being repressed. The hormonal aspect of it has been blocked so your body is just trying to do what it's supposed to, only it can't. You'll just be in absolute agony."

I didn't quite understand what she was saying, but I got the gist. And she was right, it was agony. A wave of pain hit me and I couldn't control my limbs any longer. My body threw itself into the wall as a scream ripped out of me. It was one long continuous scream while my skull felt like there was something burrowing into it. My legs gave out and I slid to the floor only so I could repeatedly slam my head back against the wall. But no matter how hard I hit my poor, abused, empty, cranium that feeling remained. So I continued the slamming.

"Wow!" Kate exclaimed. Her hand on her hips and a look of pure scientific astonishment spread across her face.

I practically barked at her. My animal instincts were taking over in the most dangerous way. I wanted to escape. So what did I do? Nothing pretty, I assure you. I brought up my ankle to my mouth and I started to gnaw at the flesh. Like the fox, I would do anything to free myself from my restraints. Blood freely fell from the open wound and that only encouraged me to try harder.

And Kate, still charming as ever, was absolutely amazed by this. "I can't believe it! There isn't a shred of humanity left in that animal brain of hers! I had no idea the wolfsbane would do THIS to her."

I didn't hear much else of what she said; I was too busy trying to remove my limbs to pay attention. Besides that I was still slamming my head periodically. Eventually I'd dislodge something in my noggin and I'd lose my sight. That only pissed the animal off more. I should say that it fucking terrified the wolf inside of me but it was very hard to differentiate between the two. Kate finally left me the fuck alone allowing me to calm down just a bit. With only Derek in the room I didn't feel as threatened, too bad the wolfsbane was still wreaking havoc on my mental and physical stability.

There was still this feeling under my skin, like something was trying to separate bone from ligaments, from tendons, from skin. And still there was the need to rip out that sensation no matter how deep I had to claw. I was conscious, these decisions were my own, it was just as if I was having a bad trip. A really fucking awful trip to the lowest circles of hell.

After a while I'd come out of it. I would've screamed out most of it or some part of my brain would tell me that I was going too far. Guess there was still some cognitive reasoning left in my useless skull. But I was still blind. I tried rubbing my eyes, shaking my head, blinking a millions times a minute, nothing worked. There was some brain damage that I wouldn't be able to correct until I got out of there and healed.

I coughed up something, I assume it was blood, and sighed. "Derek?"

His chains rattled, he was awake. And alive. "Are you alright?" He asked, expressing a genuine concern for me for one of the only times in our messed up relationship.

"I… I-I don't know. There's a lot of blood." I mumbled, tears of panic threatened to fall. I forced them back. There was no need to weep. I mean, at least I wasn't dead.

Derek's chains rattled more. I could hear his heartbeat beating like a drum. I couldn't see anything, but there was a hint of red in the black abyss. I assumed it was sign of anger, just like the scent of charcoal, and that it meant that there were still some remnants of ocular function in my head. But I didn't care much about that because if Derek responded to my injuries more than a normal packmate would then the hunters would grow suspicious. I didn't want them to hurt him.

"I'm fine. Either I'm too numb to feel the full extent of my injuries or they aren't that bad." I said as I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck.

I went to lie down only to realize that I felt exceedingly wet. My flannel was literally stuck to my skin. Carefully I started a path down my torso with my fingers. Besides some marks that felt like scratches I was perfectly fine upper body wise. What I found on my legs was a different story. I grazed my digits over the wound several times until it sunk in... There was a large piece of flesh missing from my leg. It was so deep I could actually feel the smooth hardness of the bone. Though there were a few grooves that could only have been made by my teeth.

Tentatively I ran my fingers over my mouth. I was right... I tried to bite off my ankle. Of course I knew that I was doing that as I did it, but after it was almost like I had dreamt it. Only I hadn't. I reached a finger into my mouth and I picked out what could only be a strip of flesh from between my teeth.

And then I threw up. And then I did it again, and again, and again.

After that I realized that I was sitting in a large pool of something warm and sticky and smelled like blood. I assumed it was blood. But my brain wasn't functioning and I passed out. To be fair, I lost a lot of fucking blood. Blood blood blood blood blood! A fucking recurring theme in my fucking messed up life!

Hours later the sound of the door opening stirred me. The statement "oh, Brooke, look at your room. It's such a mess" made me roll my eyes and turn away from the sound of her goddamn voice. She took eight steps to get to me, the last two splished once she crossed into "Brooke's bodily fluids" territory.

"Seriously, Brooke? This is a lot of blood. I expect you'll clean it up."

That didn't even warrant a fucking response. She knew I was in no condition to move, much less clean, she just wanted to rub my pain and suffering in my face. She wanted to assert her dominance since I had been opposing it so royally for the past few days. Whatever, I'd let her swagger around for half a minute. Until she gave me an opening to rip her a new one that is.

Kate harrumphed. "Guess your girlfriend over here's taken quite a beating. But that's what she gets for being defiant."

I don't know what she did next but by the sound of Derek's grunts I'm going to assume she turned on the wolf cooker. From my spot of the cold, hard, wet ground my fists clenched and relaxed several times. Mostly I was pissed that there was nothing I could do. I was blind and fucking weak as hell. I didn't want her to know that I couldn't see so not confronting her was a pretty good idea. For once in my miserable life I decided to not be a little shit.

"Just tell me, Derek, where's the Alpha?" Kate asked in her 'nice' voice. "You tell me what I want to know and we can stop this uncivilized behavior." She paused, probably to let him respond. He stayed silent and Kate sighed. "Alright, but remember, you chose this."

More grunts and suppressed yelling followed. The power was so intense it forced

Derek to shake, causing his shackles to clang around. I squeezed my eyes shut. Must've been a natural reaction because it clearly had no effect on my vision. I just wanted to dissociate for the situation entirely. I couldn't do anything without raising the suspicion of Ms. Kate or getting the crap kicked out of me some more.

And, honestly, I didn't know how much more I could take.

Minutes later there was finally silence. Aside from Derek's heaving breathing not a sound could be heard. I let out a fucking sigh of relief. Inadvertently Kate was hurting me by hurting him. We had this weird pre-mate connection that both helped and hindered. And I was still at about 15%. It was getting exceedingly difficult to hide my pain.

"Come on Derek, he killed your sister." Kate walked over away from Derek and picked up something. More than likely his or my wallet by the sound of money being yanked from it. Bitch. "Either you're not telling me because you want to kill him yourself. Or, for some reason," She paused, "you're protecting him."

She moved until she was right in front of him, cackling. There was the sound of skin on skin and she said, "Ohhh, look at that sour face. I bet you always used to get people coming up to you saying 'smile, Derek, why don't you smile more'. Don't you just want to... kick those people in the face?"

I could practically feel the anger rolling off him. I didn't know why he hated her so much, but his hatred was so strong it almost had a physical form. Oh wait, it did. Its name is Derek Hale.

"I can think of one." He threw back at the bitch.

'Yeah, please do!' I thought with a certain amount of glee.

Kate waited a moment before asking, "Promise? 'Cause if I thought you'd be that much fun..." She paused. "I'll let you go." I don't know what she was doing next, she was looking through something I think. "Alright. Let's see... nothing... nothing... nothing... God I hate this detective crap."

An impatient growl slipped outta Derek. "Are you going to torture me... or just talk me to death."

Again with that way of asking questions that wasn't actually asking!

As if thinking of how to respond, Kate was quiet for a little bit. But then she said, "Oh sweetie. I don't want to torture you. I just... wanna catch up." She paused again. "Remember all that fun we had together?"

"Like that time you burned my family alive?" Derek snarled back at the she-bitch. Redundant, sorry.

Of course, Kate found that funny. "Nooooo I was thinking more about the hot, crazy, sex we had. But the fire thing, yeah, that was fun too!" In pure unadulterated anger Derek lurked forward in an attempt to rightfully bite off her face. "I love how much you hate me." Another freaking pause. "Remember how this felt?"

Just by the tone of her voice I was sure she was about to man-handle my man. I bared my fangs in their direction as I heard someones tongue come into contact with someones flesh. Derek snarled and bit at her with his fangs and all the ferociousness that is Derek. Meanwhile I was growling unconsciously and the feeling of a slight to severe jealousy in the pit of my stomach.

Hey, I'm a big girl; I can admit that I was jealous.

"Oh?" Kate exclaimed, bending down to look at me. I quickly directed my gaze at the ceiling. "That was actually really sweet. But... time to get back to business. Now, I really don't want to torture you..." The heavy iron door opened and someone else joined the fucking party. "But he does!" She finished before walking right out the door and leaving Derek and I with who could only be the sweet old man who liked punching my face.

Luckily for me, I wasn't the target.

The man hit Derek consistently for like a full half hour before he gave it a fucking rest. I feel like I'm swearing a lot, am I swearing a lot? Well, I'm pretty sure I have the right to. I'm explaining like the second most painful experience in my life. And it's the only time I've been tortured. I have the fucking right to swear.

So, when baldie ended his fist fight with Derek's face, he walked over to me. "Shit, Kate wasn't kidding! You really are an animal!"

"Get your face down here and I'll show you how animalistic I can be." I snarled back at him whilst keeping my head turned away from him.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at his wrinkled face. Though I couldn't see it and I kept my eyes trained directly to the floor. "I see why Kate likes you. There's no hope for you, yet, listen to you, you just won't quit."

"Fuck yeah I won't."

He did something with... something... and kneed me in the face. The force sent me back into the floor, my head connected first. God did that fucking hurt. Content with my degree of pain, baldie left the room chuckling to himself. I curled myself up into a ball with one hand holding my gushing nose and the other nursing my cracked skull. The amount of brain I'd received was making me a little bit delirious.

"I've been waiting to smile, 'ay, been holdin' it in for a while, 'ay…" I laughed. "'Cause I'm on top of the world, 'ay. Pffff. That's not how the song goes…"

I could feel Derek's worry for my well-being. Completely understandable, I was singing On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons for God's sake. I licked at my dry lips, covered in both fresh and dried blood. Odd taste. Tasted like blood… I really was starting to worry myself. Not so much when Kate returned. I spat out a mouthful of blood and ignored her. 'Sorry, Derek, you're on your own.'

But she didn't jack up the juice or nuthin', she just pulled out a chair and assumedly took a seat. She started fiddling with someone's phone by the repetitive 'click click click' sounds I was hearing. Then the familiar voice of Chris Argent came from her general direction complaining about not being able to contact his psycho sister.

'So he really doesn't know we're down here?' I thought to myself.

Kate inhaled and exhaled angrily. "Unfortunately, Derek, if you're not gonna talk… I'm just gonna have to kill you." She dropped her phone on the table. "So! Say hi to your sister for me!"

I more than half expected to hear the most heartwrenching and crippling screams of my life and when I didn't I was severely confused.

"You did tell her about me, didn't you?" She asked, confusing me as to which 'her' she was talking about. Me or his sister. "The truth about the fire?"

My ears perked up at the mention of 'fire'.

"Did you?" She asked again. Upon receiving no answer, she gasped. "Did you tell anybody?" Again, no answer. "Oh, sweetie, that's just a lot of guilt to keep buried. It's not all your fault. You got tricked by a pretty face. It happens! Handsome young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super-hot girl who comes from a family that kills the werewolves! Is that ironic?"

I don't care if that was divine intervention. I slowly army-crawled over to Derek's bars and grabbed hold of his pant leg. I'd never breathe a word of that moment to anyone, but he was on the brink of tears. Derek Hale and crying didn't sit well with me. If that boy started blubbering then I would've probably given up. I had to play some little part if I could.

Kate continued her peacock strut of a monologue. "Is it ironic that you're inadvertently helping me take down the rest of the pack? Again?" She laughed. "Or just a little bit of history repeating?"

God, you could just feel her stroking her own plumage, even as she walked away. She settled her hand on the controls for the juicer and tapped her fingers.

"History repeating…" She muttered and returned to Derek. "It's not Jackson, is it? Oh no no no he's got a little scratch on the back of his neck but… he's not in love with Allison… not like Scott."

I let out a snarl at the mention of his name. She'd found out the truth. My packmate, Scott, was now in both mortal and lupin danger. Kate paused a bit when she heard me, coming around the bars and into my partial cell. I backed away from Derek and her as fast as I could, pushing myself away with my feet, causing a great deal of pain to rivet through me.

"Oh, Brooke. I almost forgot about you." She said sweetly. "Now that we know that it's Scott and not Jackson, we can let you go."

"In a body bag, I presume." I returned, snarling.

Kate snickered. "I knew there was a brain in there… what are you looking at?"

'FUCK.' "You, duh."

"You're looking at my neck." She paused and then laughed like a maniac. "You can't see!"

Both Derek and I snarled. I did so because I was on the defensive, Derek because he was hurt and angry. "Leave her alone." He threatened.

Kate continued to laugh. "We really did a number on her. But I can't deal with her now. I have to go tell Chris that my niece's boyfriend is a werewolf! Today just keeps getting better and better!"

Author's Note: Some more TV show references in here. Twelve days! I think I'm getting better! This one took awhile mostly because of the length. I wasn't sure where I wanted to cut off so I decided to end it before Scott nearly gets plowed over and it'll start a bit before Derek gets rescued. Meaning another chapter before intermission! Sorry I beat up Brooke so badly, and sorry for the imagery! One of my only talents as a writer so I like to utilize it whenever I can!

And fuck Season 3 right now. I love that Derek's happy but it's screwing with my storyline. Oh well. I'll get over, through, or under it. But Motel California was such a great episode. Danny and Ethan... SQUEEEEE. xoxo, Momma Love

Keep the reviews coming! Y'all are fantastic!

P.S. I apologize if some of the structure is wonky. This has been sent back and forth between my iPad and my laptop for the past week and the format changes every time. Leave mistakes you find in a review and I'll tackle them!