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It's a short one, but I hope it's satisfying.

His palm rested firmly against the white ceramic tiled wall allowing the scalding hot water to cascade over his body. The hot water relaxed his muscles, but his mind was far from relaxed, it was a tipped chess board and all the pieces were falling off the table. Scott felt defeated time and time again. His mother had been avoiding him since last night, she couldn't bare to look at her own son. Stiles was still traumatized having a gun pressed to his head for half the night

Alison was avoiding him, having been influenced by her hunter family to stay put on the path she was destined for. The way she looked at Scott, like everything was his fault, like he was the one to break her heart, like he were her enemy. He wanted to be with her so badly, but she wouldn't let him near, part of him was starting to fear her. And yet again Nikita was put in harm's way. Every part of him was aching, mind, body, and soul. Scott realizing his secret, everyone's secret, would make no difference in protecting Nikita, it did absolutely nothing last night when Matt threatened to blow her brains against the ceiling.

He almost lost his future step sister.

That is why he gave Stiles the okay to tell Nikita everything. He could care less about what Derek wanted for Nikita, Derek was too busy taking care of his Betas to give Nikita any attention and see that the lies were causing more harm than good. The Supernatural world clawed and fought its way to grasp Nikita time and time again, fate wouldn't have it any other way. It would find Nikita, and it would consume Nikita….there was no fighting it.

It was now up to Stiles, if Stiles truly believed keeping secrets from her was the right thing to do in order to protect her, then Scott would stand by his best friend's decision. Stiles had stuck out his neck for Scott for so long, protecting him and his secret. He had given up so much for Scott's safety, including his own happiness. That's how it felt lately, like Scott was the reason why everyone lacked happiness in their lives. His secret, his actions, had taken a toll on every single person around him.

Telling Nikita the truth meant telling her why her best friend Cora and the Hales were burned alive, it meant telling her that she had been living a lie, and Peter, someone she once trusted tried to turn her against her own will. Stiles understood her in a way that other's didn't, they had an untouchable chemistry, even if she hated Stiles at the moment. There were strong feelings there between the two.

It was a lot of pressure, it was a lot of guilt to hold. Stiles was the only person deemed fit for the job.

The Beta stepped out of the shower and wrapped a crisp white towel around his waist. He opened his door letting plumes of white steam escape. Scott froze upon entering his bedroom. What he saw left him in complete spine numbing fear. The Kanima had his mother by the throat, dangling her from the ceiling. Gerard Argent sat comfortably in Scott's arm chair, waiting for him. The dim bedroom lights left black shadows across the soft planes of his face, darkening beneath his menacing beady eyes.

Scott was ready to fall to his knees right there, ready to beg for his mother's life. Lay his life on the line for her.

"As you can see, Scott, there have been some interesting... developments." The old man said with a smug victorious grin.

Scott could feel every inch of skin beginning to tingle, it would be so easy for him to wolf out and go straight for Gerard. The risk was much too high with his mother's life literally dangling before him. She was fighting for air, her face starting to pale from a lack of circulation. Gerard had finally seized the upper hand and gained control of the Kanima, his little pet for killings. It dawned on Scott for a split second that this meant Matt had been taken out. His mouth was going dry now, Matt was dead, Gerard had regained dominance, Allison was following in his footsteps.

Scott's eyes never left his mother's. Afraid she would be killed in front of him.

"Let her go, now." He commanded with a growl.

To this the Kanima hissed back with its black forked tongue flicking the air. The cold yellow slitted eyes remained on Scott, it was like there was no trace of Jackson in there. The lizard had taken over Jackson completely, was there ever a chance of even getting him back?

"I can't let her go." Gerard informed him. "But let her live? well...That's up to you."

"What do you want?" Scott asked calmly. His mother's face was turning blue now as she frantically kicked her legs back and forth in the air.

"I want what I've always wanted, I want Derek Hale, I want power. I want you to deliver him to me tonight."

Scott's claws elongated, his eyes flashed a molten gold. "This is about Kate, isn't it?"

Gerard got up and straightened his lapel before walking to Scott. His black boots clicking along the wood. Scott could smell it on him, the putrid smell of death and decay, hell he could even see it on his tired sickly face. This old man was withering away, but not soon enough.

"I didn't come here to bury my daughter." Gerard coming toe to toe with Scott. " I came here to avenge her."

-Derek's POV-

There were only so few items left unscathed by the fire. The last cherished items that served as a reminder that Derek was once loved, once had a family. Derek pulled out a cracked picture frame of his mother and father. His thumb brushed the dust off his father's face, Derek was a spitting image of his old man, with his sharp features and bright eyes. While Cora held the softness and beauty of his mother; Laura being the perfect delicate mix of the two. He missed them, all of them. Not a day passed where he didn't think of his parents, Cora, Laura, and sometimes the man Peter used to be before the fire. He missed the sounds of their laughs, the smell of the grill being used in the backyard, Laura blasting her loud angry music in her room.

Being in this house was forever haunting. The walls creaked and moaned, and when the wind blew they screamed. He swore it was the ghosts of his family. The floors still smelled of char, even the parts that were untouched by fire, the scent clung to every inch of his skin. That fateful day was still fresh in his mind, it would never fade.

Derek's eyes darted to the ground where a crater sized hole had torn through the wooden floor. Peter had escaped with the help of Lydia Martin, and now he was nowhere to be seen. The last time he had spoken to Peter was just before he had taken his life. That meant Peter was under the impression that Nikita was dead. As long as Peter believed that, then Nikita would be out of harm's way.

Either way he wasn't taking any chances.

Derek had fallen asleep outside of Nikita's window the other night, vowing to take watch every night until he killed Peter again, permanently this time.

The Alpha turned to see Erica and Boyd standing side by side, hand in hand. Both wore apologetic looks on their faces, Derek knew exactly what was coming, he just wished things could have been different.

"You've come to leave...Haven't you..." Derek simply stated over his shoulder before turning his attention back to his box that carried memories of his old life. It hurt to look at them, his pack, his family. He had made them, turned them, trained them, and from that he felt superconnected to them.

"Things are getting to dangerous for us now." Erica admitted, her voice saddened by the fact.

"We are only strong when we're together, as a pack." Derek reminded the two sternly. They should have known better by now.

" I want to do a few things before I sign myself up for a suicide mission...Like get my drivers license..."

Derek rolled his eyes at the hopeful smile in Erica's voice.

"I've never been outside of Beacon Hills." Boyd added. "I want to see what's out there. I want to join the lacrosse team, make new friends."

The Alpha closed his eyes and exhaled calmly, not allowing any emotions to seep from the cracks that he was riddled with. He refused to let his Betas to see him as weak.

"Fine, leave, who am I to hold you back from your unrealistic fantasies?"

"I also can't keep these lies with Nikita." Erica's voice soft, fearful of what Derek would say or think.

"What, are the two of you best friends now?" Even he cringed at the toxicity which he spewed. It didn't even sound like Derek.

"No, I just remember what it means to be a decent person. And if you cared about Nikita, even the slightest, you would be fine with this." Erica's tone coming to match his.

"I'm telling her about everything tonight, at the game. Goodbye Derek."

He didn't bother to turn around or to say goodbye to his Betas, he didn't bother stopping Erica from finding Nikita. Never had he felt so abandoned. It was all Derek ever wanted, a pack...A family. A sad and pathetic attempt at filling an endless hole in his heart, no one could ever truly replace his own family, but his Betas came so close. The only family he had left was his homicidal half dead uncle, Nikita and Walter Grace.

Derek let out an exhale.

There were moments where it hit him like a freight train, how truly alone he was. Isolation and solitude were his only companions for the rest of his life, and it would take forever getting used to that.

It was only a few short moments later when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rising…

He wasn't as alone as he thought he was.

Derek grabbed a shard from a broken mirror and launched it at the person behind him with all his might. Only for them to catch it before it could penetrate their throat. Peter held onto the shard with a sharp grin on his face.

Derek wasn't surprised to see him. What surprised him was how frail Peter looked, he truly looked like he was back from the dead.

"Impressive throw, nephew. I was expecting a warmer welcome, but I suppose this will do."

Derek was fuming mad, his knuckles bunching up tight. It took every bit of restraint not to tear out Peter's throat again. "What the hell do you want!?"

Peter let out an incredulous bout of laughter like he were the answer to all of Derek's prayers.

"Well I'm here to help out my family, you are my blood after all."

His uncle approached him and rested his hand on Derek's shoulder, a sign of peace and comradery. There was no peace and love between them, that had vanished long ago. Derek flung Peter backwards, forcing him to collide with the stairs. The Alpha picked him up by the collar of his shirt and punched him square in the jaw over and over, having to work out some residual feelings of hate and betrayal. Peter took every blow, crying out for him to stop, blood sullying his face, replacing the burns and blisters he once bore.

Derek dropped Peter to the floor and watching him meekly curl into a ball, using his arms to protect his head. He looked so feeble from up here, a wriggling worm, lower than a worm.

" I just want to help!"

Once he realized Derek wasn't going to hurt him anymore Peter got to his feet and dusted off his shoulder like nothing had happened.

"Look that thing me being the Alpha and all got way out of hand, I was power crazy! I wasn't thinking clearly! And that whole Nikita situation was a little awkward, She's family to me! I forget how fragile human lives are." He said with a soft chuckle as if this were some casual conversation. "They just crack like eggs don't they?

Derek wanted nothing more than to rip out Peter's neck with his teeth, he emitted a low growl of impatience.

Peter took the hint and carefully pressed on. "I think you need me more than I need you."

"I don't need a lunatic such as yourself!" Derek snapped, his eyes glowing a blood red to remind Peter who the real Alpha was, to show his dominance, to show Peter that he was nothing to him.

"Whoah there! Must I remind you? You were the one who slashed my throat, but hey...We're all works in progress here." Peter's dark blue eyes gleamed with amusement until they lit up to an electric color, he was submitting to Derek, showing that he was a Beta.

"Look, Gerard is winning this game right now. He's toying with Scott, he's toying with you. And he will kill your betas one by one. And he's using Jackson as his prime weapon."

Derek crossed his arms, he could feel the heat of anger flushing his face. All of this was strikingly true and there was no way around it. "Tell me something I don't know."

A crooked grin formed on Peter's lips, the all knowing glint behind cold steel eyes were back. It was like Peter had never left in the first place.

"I know how to bring Jackson back."

-Nikita's POV-

It was quiet here.

The receptionist at the desk looked unfazed and bored with her life. Nikita could hear the loud clicks of her long purple acrylic nails tapping against the keyboard. Once in a while the two would make eye contact, then quickly look away. She wasn't in the mood for conversation, feeling far from cheery or social.

She wore a faded navy baseball cap real low, as if that would help keep her identity inconspicuous. Nikita was so anxious just being here in the waiting room, wishing she had someone for moral support. The bandages on her right hand felt loose now, she would have to change it when she got home. Her mind fled to the other night, thinking of Stiles, and how far she was from being over him. He had admitted his feelings for her last night...At gunpoint. Not really an ideal way to confess one's feelings, far from romantic, but it was something. Nikita knew it was wrong to pursue a relationship with Stiles, especially with how things were going. She needed time to focus on herself, better herself. Although Nikita wanted to let Stiles know that she cared for him back, tonight she would put herself out there, tell him how she really felt, and expect nothing in return. There were so many complicated feelings, and she needed an outlet.

She had to tell him before she left.

Still on the track of last night...never had she felt so helpless. It was like any shred of power or control had been taken from her. They had shoved her in a locker, left her alone, ensnared for Matt. She never wanted to feel that weak ever again.

Nikita looked up from her seat to see an older gentleman standing above her, one hand resting comfortably on a stun gun, the other holding a clipboard. He looked to her with murky grey eyes and sunken cheeks, a sheepish grin plastered to his face. There was a certain cockiness to him which Nikita found to be off putting.

"The name's Brunski." He said with an air of glee. " Welcome to the Eichen House, let's get this tea party started."

The older gentleman cocked his head to the side, signalling Nikita to follow him. He started walking before she could even get up on her feet, Nikita had to run to catch up with him, her sneakers squeaked sharply against the polished grey floors.

They passed a small group of orderlies in perfect crisp white uniforms, each one seemed to be counting pills out of prescription bottles, organizing them. One was leaning against the mustard yellow wall with a binder in hand, nodding as his eyes scanned over the list of enlisted patients.

Brunski handed her a medium sized white plastic box and cleared his throat. She wasn't exactly sure what to do with it, remaining quiet.

"Your purse, all jewelry and any cellular devices must be kept in here before we enter" He informed her with his dreadful unenthused monotone voice, clearly he had done this hundreds of times before.

It was easy putting her purse and cell phone into the box, but Nikita couldn't imagine being without her necklace. She had worn it every day since she was eight years old, only to take it off for showers when she remembered to. She wasn't about to take it off just yet, so it remained hidden underneath her shirt where no one could see.

Brunski was glowing like a lightning bug, the smile on his face making it look like he actually had cheekbones. "You're so lucky that I, the headwarden, am here to give you a tour!"

Nikita had to force a smile even though she hardly had the energy for it. Brunski seemed really proud of his profession. An ego fueld by power over those who were weaker than him. She pulled down the lid of her baseball hat, concealing her face as best she could in case she were to run into someone. Her footsteps now falling in line with his, as the two of them finally entered the main premises.

He lead her down a narrow hall and into a padded room. Nikita looked around, the white quilted walls stained yellow and torn. It looked like it was straight out of the set for One Flew Out Of the Cuckoo's Nest. Nikita stepped inside and already she could feel an icy hand of a chill caressing her back. It was undoubtedly an isolation room. Nikita was playing with the bottom of her hair, braiding a thin strand, now wanting to be in this room any longer.

Brunski could see the uncertainty behind her large doe eyes.

" Cool it Bambi." A clear distaste in his gruff voice,he was already annoyed with her. "This room hasn't been used in thirty years, they're turning it into a storage room."

Nikita nodded in understanding. She followed him up a flight of stairs and through a long dimly lit hallway where the rooms were laid out. Each room the size of a small dorm equipped with two twin sized beds and a barred window. The walls bare with faded peeling beige wall paper, like someone had scratched away at it. The stale smell of dirty laundry filled her senses, making her stomach twist and churn. One glance at the rooms and Nikita knew this was where she would spend her long and lonely nights, staring vacantly at the grey ceiling. A few of the beds had brown worn and faded leather straps on either side, Nikita swallowed thickly and couldn't help but cringe at the thought of being strapped down every night.

"You've informed me on your sleeping habits...This is where you'll be sleeping, lights out at Nine P.M, strapped in by ten." Brunski popped a toothpick between his lips. Just staring at the little piece of wood was irritating, a peeve she never knew she had. Nikita could imagine it getting caught in the back of his throat, the sound of his dry wheezes as he gasped for air.

Once again Brunski noticed her staring, put off by it. "Don't worry, I've been told the straps are mighty comfortable!" He let out a high pitched laugh, the toothpick balancing on his bottom lip. Nikita narrowed her eyes, hoping the toothpick would just lodge itself in his throat and shut him up already.

Her heated gaze got him to stop laughing, his smile fell. "Enough with the staring, Bambi, let's go!" Brunski snapped.

They walked through the long hallway and into the common room, where a group of patients were watching Back to the Future on a projected screen. Glassy round eyes stayed glued to the screen as she and Brunski passed by, it was as though they were invisible. They all seemed content, even in such a dreary depressing environment. Another group busy playing board games, they quietly snickered to themselves, taking turns with the dice.

They had finally made it to Brunski's cramped office. The office was dark with the drapes shut, piles of papers and junk food wrappers littered the desk.

" Alright Bambi. Since you're a minor, you will need a parent signature, even for voluntary check in. We will keep you in here for a week, under assessment. If our doctors feel you are unfit in any way then we have the right to keep you here longer. Got it?"

"Y-yeah." Nikita finally spoke dryly, what felt like the first words of the day.

"Alright." Brunski nodded. "Stay here, I'll go get the paperwork."

Nikita waited in his office patiently while she wrung at her fingers and shifted her feet. She was nervous, but there was no doubt in her mind that she belonged here...She had to check herself in before she talked herself out of it. Second thoughts and hesitations weren't allowed.

Her attention fled her when she around to see a brightly lit glass paneled trophy display case. It was the only bright object in the room, emitting beams of light across the dull carpeted floor. This would keep her distracted for a minute or two. She walked over to look at the rows of trophies and neatly hung medals. They were properly displayed by the years they were awarded, each one awarded for Beacon Hills Lacrosse. Nikita couldn't help but to smile, wondering if Coach Finnstock possibly knew Brunski. Beacon Hills was such a small little town, it seemed as though everyone knew each other, and their secrets.

That's when Nikita caught a reflection in the glass, at first she had thought it had been her own, so she froze in place. But the silent figure in the reflection was moving towards her ever slowly.

Nikita quietly turned around.

She let out a relieved sigh.

It was only a girl, perhaps the same age as her. She must have been lost or passing by. She was a willowy thin girl, swimming in her grey sweater and sweatpants. Her piercing green eyes were wide, so wide that the whites shown around it. Her tight brown curls were brushed out and cut short, some pieces shorter than others, like she had pulled them out. Nikita noticed how pale her skin was, almost translucent with the display case light, she must have not gotten out often.

The girl took a quick step towards Nikita, giving a birdlike tilt of her head, her ghostly eyes drilling right through her. True raw horror existed in those eyes, Nikita backing away hurriedly.

"A-are you lost?" Nikita asked softly, so as not to startle the girl, or risk setting her off in any way.

"You're not supposed to be here." The girl warned with a violent twitch of her entire body, like she had no control of her functions.

Nikita cleared her throat, trying to sound steady, but her voice came off as weak. "I'm..I'm sorry?"

"You...Are NOT supposed to be here!" The girl's voice slightly increasing as she took another step towards Nikita. Her eyes were still wide like they had seen terrible unimaginable things. She was looking at Nikita like she was an axe murderer. Nikita took a step back, trying to distance herself from the girl.

"I screamed that night, I screamed for you." Her voice soft and shaky, yet somehow laced with manic a sense of pride.

Nikita was officially frightened as she backed up as much as she could, trapped between the girl and the wall. There was no escape. "What are you talking ab-"

I SCREAMED FOR YOU I HEARD YOUR BODY BREAK! I HEARD IT BREAK!" The girl screamed! It was as though a thousand tiny needs penetrated her eardrums, Nikita crouched down into the corner of the room. She had heard the scream before, it was so similar to Lydia's, almost crippling.

"No!" Nikita shook her head, confused by what she was hearing, her back sliding down the glass case for her knees could no longer support her.

She took a step closer to Nikita, invading her personal space. "I SCREAMED FOR YOU! I HEARD YOUR BODY BREAK!" She screamed once more, in a taunting sing song voice.

"NO!" Nikita screamed back, cowered against the wall and teeth gritted in pain.

The girl came closer to her until they were face to face, just inches apart! " I HEARD YOUR BODY BREAK!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Nikita screamed, covering her ears with her hands, shaking her head side to side. She had to stop the awful noise, she had to stop the confusing words coming out of her mouth! How badly she wanted to break the girls jaw, rip her tongue out. A strong violent urge flickered in her, she was fighting back for if she got her hands on her...

"I HEARD YOUR-"

The Patient was interrupted when two orderlies, including Brunski, violently wrangled her away. She kicked and cried out, being ripped away from Nikita. She was a rabid animal, blinded by her madness. The strange girl tried to claw her way past the door frame as the three men pulled her away. They pried her fingers with force and managed to get her out the door. Nikita scampered to her feet and ran to the door to see they were dragging her down the hall, she was still frantic and fighting them with tooth and nail.

"I SAW YOU!" She screamed again, her shrill voice bouncing down the halls.

Nikita was in sheer panic, her hand coming to cover her wide open mouth. The way the girl looked at her was like she truly had seen Nikita before. Brunski had her on the floor, his knee digging painfully into the girl's back while the other two men held her down. Pinning her to the floor. He pulled out a needle and injected it right into her neck, slowing her down. She looked to Nikita with scared watery eyes, a helpless animal. Nikita didn't know what to think or what to next jumble of words that left her mouth caused Nikita to still with fear.

"...You died." The patient muttered, slowly drifting into a valium induced defeated state.

"You died."

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