Author's Note: Quick mention, no, Brooke's not permanently blind! The ocular nerve is at the back of the brain, meaning that was the main point of impact while she was knocking her skull against cement. Her sight will be restored!

Grease Monkey

Chapter 25: Ebony

Kate didn't return until after we escaped, meaning less electrocuting and more bashing for Derek and I. Though I was barely functioning so they mostly left me alone. Baldie delivered his usual onslaught of punches to Derek's gut and a customary boot stomp to my ribs. This lasted for a couple of hours until his fist grew sore. Or until I called him a princess, whichever came first, I can't remember.

Yeah… not my best move.

Clearly, that wasn't going to slide. Baldie grabbed me by the hair and moved me back into my old cell, separating me and my brooding friend. As I was dragged out I was finally put into Derek's line of sight. He snarled and snapped at my abuser while I just gave him a thumbs up. I was perfectly okay, no need to be so protective no matter how sweet it is. Just temporarily blind and in severe pain, nothing I can't handle!

When greeted by the cold hard ground of my not-so welcoming prison I almost instantly passed out. My brain was already on the fritz. I'd fade in and out of consciousness every so often for hours at a time. Which, if you don't know, is the worst thing for someone with a concussion. You're not supposed to fall asleep. And other than the usual quips, that's all I was doing.

Not long after the sound of yelling woke me up, it was Derek. He was screaming, "GET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!" A younger and more timid person responded calmly, adamantly refusing the angry sonava. "You idiot. Brooke's down here!"

"No, she's not, she's back home... helping out with the wed-"

"No. She's been here for more than a week. And you see that car battery over there? We've been hooked up to that and she's seen much worse."

"You're being serious...?"

"Of course I'm being serious! Now GET ME OUT!"

Seconds later Derek was calling my name and running down the hall. Following closely behind him could only have been Scott with his pine smell and clumsy footsteps. They skidded to a halt once they saw me curled up on the ground.

"Is... is that... Oh my God... that's her ankle. I can see the bone. They did that to her?"

"Her ankle…? What? No, she did that to herself."

"She… WHAT?!"

"They managed to completely mask her conscious mind now are you just going to stand there?"

Gently, Derek brought me into his lap and ran his fingers over my face. "What are you doing?" Scott asked. What a sweet little truffle.

"I'm trying to get her to wake up." Derek snapped back.

"I get that but… why aren't you punching her, or something?"

That suggestion didn't roll of Derek like most everything else did. He snarled and his arms trembled. "Does she look like she's in any condition to be punched right about now? The girl with a good portion of her skull missing, the rest fractured, and not mentioning the brain damage? She's blind, Scott. I'm not going to go throwing punches around with her in the room!"

"She's blind…?"

Derek sighed. "Yes. I'm hoping it's temporary. Now come on, Brooke, you've gotta wake up."

As he said that he lightly slapped my face, getting no response from me. He kept slapping and smacking until I finally started to mumble, "Smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more, smack that, til you get sore, smack that…" That was followed by some giggling and a lot of coughing. Blood splattered out on my chin. And footsteps shuffled away from me. 'God, Scott, quit being a coward.'

The strong arms holding onto me then wrapped around me. "You're okay…"

"Yeah." I muttered. "I'm okay. You're really bravin' the storm here; I haven't showered in a week."

Derek didn't care. He buried his face in my short and greasy mane whispering, "You can heal now."

I nodded and allowed the process to happen. Due to inactivity I almost had to force it. And damn did it feel... strange. I felt all of my bones go back into their rightful positions, fractures healed and wounds closed. I squeezed my eyes shut when my skull started to heal, it was like the skin around it was stretching and that was freaking weird. After a bit I peeked through my eyelids to find that I could see!

Well... I could see somewhat. Which, admittedly, was better than nothing.

A stupid grin crossed my stupid face and I grabbed at Derek's bicep. "I've got visual, captain!" He chuckled and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Wait... are you two together?" Scott asked from the doorway.

I arched an are-you-kidding-me brow at the kid. "Scott, where've you been for the past month?" His mouth fluttered open and shut until I made a silencing motion with my hand. "That's not important right now. We're still in hostile territory private!"

With that we kicked ourselves back into motion. Derek helped me to my feet and went to go find something to cover that glorious bod of his. I looked down at the hole in my foot and grimaced. My teeth really got away from me there. Deciding it was better to ignore it, I looked up at Scott. At least I hoped it was Scott. He was just this sort of brown and black blur to me. I reached out for him. Luckily for me he understood that I wanted his scrawny ass as a human cane... Not in a perverted way.

Once we were all decent we got the hell out of there. I wasn't sticking around for a second longer then I needed to. We stumbled out of some weird sewer grate and into the cold night air. I inhaled deeply through the nose; it'd been so long since I was able to breathe breathable air and I was really truly relishing it.

I turned back to say something about it when I saw that the Derek blob was struggling. Almost immediately after that I was having trouble standing up. "Seriously?!" I hissed. "What is up with this fucking empath thing we've got goin' on?"

Derek glared up at me as we continued on to level ground. Ahead of us was a big brown disfigured blob that could only have been the infamous Hale house. 'SERIOUSLY. DOES NOTHING HAPPEN IN THIS TOWN IF IT'S NOT AT THE HALE HOUSE?!' I yelled in my still throbbing skull.

So we headed for the stupid place, up small little hills that felt like the fucking Himalayas, when Derek had to go and be the logical one. He called for Scott to wait, several times, so naturally I put the car in park as well. All around us the guy looked, peered, observed, whatever, he was sensing some bad shit about to go down, all the while panting from exhaustion.

Yum.

"Something doesn't feel right." He finally said after turning around in circles for a bit.

Scott, who had just caught on, stopped and looked back at us. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know it's… it's kinda like it was-"

"No! Don't say too easy! People say too easy and bad things happen." Derek rolled his eyes. "Do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad, none of this has been easy!"

My eyes widened at Scott sort of 'losing it'. "Amen, sista." I muttered.

"Fine, you're right." Derek admitted.

Scott threw his head back in exasperation and that sound of an arrow being let loose? Yeah, that's what we heard next. Yeah, there was an arrow in Derek's shoulder. Then he was heading towards the ground. Flustered and still blurry-visioned I looked all around like a deer in headlights, trying to find the imminent threat. Wasn't long before I was shot in the thigh.

Down I went. "Fuck!"

Not long and I was joined by my beautiful hunk of werewolf man meat. A few seconds later and Derek yells, "Cover your eyes!"

Having full usage of your eyeballs was probably pretty useful because I still had no idea who was attacking us. I swung my arm over my face regardless, something Scott did not do. So when whoever was shooting at us let fly an arrow that produced a great burst of blinding light he fell to the ground.

"Good job!" I hissed at him.

Next to me Derek was ripping out the shafts of the arrows. Finding resistance in the one in the leg he just snapped that fucker. Once his were taken care of he reached over to me and did the same. I barked out one of my unique curses and rolled onto my side from the fucking pain. Derek managed to pull himself to his feet and then grab both Scott and myself by the collar to pull us along.

All the while our attackers were coming closer. We didn't exactly make it far before we were on the ground again. Derek just wasn't strong enough. He managed to push us both forward shouting, "Go!"

Scott pushed himself away from Derek and I stayed with the young pup. While his sight cleared up some leather clad blob came strutting up to us.

"Allison, I can explain!" He plead with… Allison Argent.

Seriously, Scott, your taste in women sucks.

By the pissed off energy she was omitting, she wasn't in the mood for talking. "Stop lying." She commanded. "For once, stop lying."

"I was going to tell you the truth at the formal…" Scott persisted. "I was going to tell you everything… Everything that I said, everything I did-"

"Was to protect me." She finished.

"Yes!" He exclaimed.

Allison truly looked like she wanted to forgive the puppy dog that is Scott, but she didn't. "I don't believe you."

"Thank God." Kate exasperated as she joined the fun. "Now shoot him before I have to shoot myself."

Surprisingly, Allison faltered. "Y-you said we were just going to catch them."

Kate smirked that typical smug grin of hers. "We did that. Now we're going to kill them."

I flinched as she walked towards us and shot Derek… with her gun. "Fucking psycho!" I yelled from my compromised position next to Scott.

"See?" Kate asked. "Not that hard."

Next to taste steel: me. She got me just below the ribs. She stopped just in front of Scott and me, no mind that I was fucking bleeding all over the place. "Ohhh no." She said in a pained tone. "I know that look. That's the you're-going-to-have-to-do-it-yourself look."

Kate tsked and aimed her .45 right in the middle of Scott's pretty little forehead until Allison, thankfully, intervened. "Kate, Kate, what are you doing?" She cried as she tried to stop her lunatic aunt from plugging her boyfriend full of lead. In response, Kate shoved Allison to the ground.

"I love those brown eyes." The bitch said before she shot Scott in the head. Only she didn't because the day was saved!

By Chris Argent… fuck me.

"Kate!" He yelled from the treeline. Once he had his sister's attention he began a very suspenseful walk towards the hoedown. "I know what you did." He said cryptically. "Put the gun down."

"I did what I was told to do." She said in a serious tone I'd never heard before.

Chris wasn't buyin' that shit. "No one asked you to kill innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look at what you're doing now, you're pointing a gun at a sixteen year old boy, with no proof he's spilled human blood." He allowed us a brief pause. "We go by the code." He then prattled off some Latin hoorah that Allison so gratefully translated for us because I ain't gonna even try to spell that crap.

"We hunt those who hunt us…" She muttered.

This didn't seem to persuade Miss Kate. She kept her pretty little gun trained on Scott's adorable little face. My attention went straight back to Chris once I heard him cock his own personal firearm.

"Put the gun down." He demanded. When Kate didn't back down he shot a warning bullet into the tree behind her. Would've got her in the face had he aimed another inch to the right. And I'm extremely sad that he hadn't. He then continued on to say, "Before I put you down."

Oh snap, there's a werewolf joke in there.

Kate, the wonderful woman she is, finally got the piece out of our faces. Just in time for the GRAND FUCKING FINALE. The front door to the Hale house opened with an eerie creek. I have expected some little child to go 'they're heeeere'. Thinking about that and I fucking clung to Scott like there it was the last thing I would do.

"Allison, get behind me." Chris ordered his daughter.

Kate aimed her gun at the open doorway, Scott stood up, and I managed to get off my sorry ass. It's not a party without a bloodthirsty Alpha, am I right?

"What is it?" Allison asked, pure terror clear in her voice.

I rolled my eyes. "It ain't the Easter Bunny."

Then Scott had to ruin it by being serious. "It's the Alpha."

And, with that, we both thought it best to wolf out. Good timing too because a dark shape sprinted out from the house and started to "play with his food" if you will. One second he'd be to our right, the next behind us, the next up some tree, and the next knocking one of us to the ground. First went Chris, then went Allison, then went me, then went Scott, leaving Kate to fend for her fucking self.

Bonus.

"Come on!" She yelled. "Come on!"

Then Peter, in his more than attractive normal form, grabbed hold of Kate's gun hand and twisted it. Kate, in a panic, began firing off rounds into the sky. That is until Peter nearly broke her hand. The gun shots ceased and our lovely Alpha wrapped his hand around Kate's skinny little throat and threw her onto the Hale house porch.

He was on her a second later dragging her into the charred remains of his home. Allison, the freaking idiot, decided to charge in after them. From my spot on the ground I muttered, "Everyone in this stupid town is either a moron or fucking deranged!"

I don't know the exact details of what happened next, all I know is: Peter killed Kate in front of Allison. Allison cried, and Kate died. The end. Well, not quite. We still had to deal with the elder Mr. Hale. Scott and I went in once we got our bearings, totally wolfed out, while Derek doubled around back. We had Peter surrounded.

Scott looked back at Allison. "Run."

She did as she was told and bolted out the back door. For once in that hectic town, someone followed orders. I wasn't much use to the boys while I was still recovering. So I stayed back until they needed me. They jumped all over, swiping and slashing, tackling and falling. They were getting their asses kicked, but not enough for me to be worried. I mostly focused on healing and fighting an odd sensation bubbling in my gut.

My vision was almost completely restored, just in time for me to see Peter's maw jut out as he morphed into his monstrous werewolf form. Derek and Scott weren't landing many blows as it was and taking too many for one's liking, so I entered the fold. It wasn't a conscious decision on my part. Turns out there was actually a bonified reason for Baldie beating the shit out of me for healing. We werewolf bitches were almost impossible to handle when we felt threatened.

An animalistic fury pulsed through me as I rammed into Peter and sent him into the floor. I was snarling and snapping and slashing and ripping and growling and clawing and everything else a predator would do to take down their prey. I was a fucking monster. When Scott and Derek got back up I kicked them out of the way and went right for Peter's neck.

I seem to have a thing for biting necks.

Instead of that I hooked onto him and threw him towards Scott who threw Peter into a wall and began kicking the crap out of him. All was going pretty well until Peter started to strangle the poor kid. Monster Brooke came back kicking and screaming. I dove down and grabbed his leg. With my fist I dislocated his knee, distracting him and allowing Scott to wriggle out of his grasp… or get thrown into the doorframe.

I was about to go back in when Peter started to really shift. My Alpha was changing in front of me so I naturally became a bit submissive. Well… more than a bit. I turned into a fucking puppy. So Peter threw Scott out of a window, threw me out the door (aww, thanks Pete), and Derek got to leave by himself.

WELL.

Peter then dove through the window as well and went right for Scott. He grabbed him by the lapels and lifted him up off the ground. Scott wasn't in the mood for that so he planted his foot into the abdomen and flipped backwards. The force of it sent Peter back into the porch just in time for a certain Porsche to drive up and blare its horn. Stiles and Jackson got out from the overly expensive car and chucked a, what I know now to be, self-igniting Molotov cocktail at the monster. Well, he caught it. That's one for team psycho.

"Ohhh damn…" Stiles lamented at his utter failure.

But hope was not lost! Scott eyed Allison's bow and called her name. He chucked the weapon at his former girlfriend, she caught it with ease. Quickly she strung her bow and shot that self-igniting cocktail, successfully lighting that fucker's arm on fire. Then Jackson did something useful for once! He sent another cocktail at the bastard, sending the rest of him up in flames.

WOO FREAKING HOO. So we all sort of stood there in amazement, watching that fucker burn. Until he started to move towards Allison. Scott roundhouse kicked that thought right out of him. Peter stumbled around for a bit before falling to the ground. He was covered head to toe with burns, no surprise there, and he was making these awful choking noises. We all sort of stood there, again, in a sort of surreal bliss. Scott and Allison had some lovey dovey shit and got back together. And, pfff, good for them…

But it's about time I wrapped up Peter's Alpha tale.

Derek approached the smoldering body of his uncle, his intent evidently clear to me. He stood over him, straddling his chest with his strong legs. Scott, sensing what he was about to do, ran over to him. Apparently a werewolf could be cured by killing the Alpha that turned them. Derek never mentioned it to me.

"Wait!" Scott cried as Derek dropped to his knee. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you." The look on Derek's face told me that he wanted to allow Scott that escape, but Peter had betrayed him. Peter murdered his sister.

"Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family? What am I supposed to do?!"

Derek didn't answer, but Peter did. Something about 'you made your decision' and 'I'm smelling you'. He brought his hand up and despite Scott's objections, Peter's throat was sliced open by his own nephew.

The feeling of a bond between an Alpha and a Beta being broken is the best thing ever, I'm telling you. Derek was probably feeling great too. He stood like the menacing guy he was. He turned towards us, his eyes glowing red. And in a voice that was and wasn't his own, he said, "I'm the Alpha now."

That sentence alone turned me on so hard. But I was still in a pretty shitty state. I couldn't move all that well and my head was still in a lot of fucking pain from all the concussing I did. Derek picked me up before anyone else could say much and ran with me back to my house. I was in and out for several minutes while Derek did stuff around the place. When he came back to me I was carried into the bathroom and placed in a bathtub full of hot water.

Oh, and I was naked.

"What's this…?" I muttered.

He didn't look at me but he explained. "Wolfsbane infused bath water. It'll help you heal."

I snorted. "Don't you usually cover that department?"

He smirked to himself. "I also thought you'd like to clean yourself up."

"Ah." I exclaimed, touching my forefinger to my nose. "I see. You think I smell."

A low chuckle came out of him. "Sure. Stay here, okay, I'll be back in a bit."

I nodded and, just like that, he was gone. But the promise I made myself came back to me, the promise to finally have sex with Derek if we got out of Kate's torture house alive. And, well, we did. Meaning that I was going to have to clean up quite a bit. I smiled this sly smirk as I lowered myself into the water. Peter was dead, Kate was dead, everything was right in Beacon Hills.

For about… … … two days?

Author's Note: Tada! The end of the first season! Stay tuned for news in the next "chapter" which is going to be one big Author's Note. Oh! And almost to 100 favourites! EEEEK! xoxo, Momma Love

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