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"I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm Radioactive, Radioactive
Whoa,whoa, whoa whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm Radioactive, Radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We're painted red to fit right in..." Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

For the Dabby moments:

"Wake up and look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hand upon my face
Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me

Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And then the silence surrounds you
And haunts you

I think I might've inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You've gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me..." - Bloodstream by Stateless

The first thing I noticed when I woke up in the dark room was that my ribs hurt. My ribs seriously hurt, like I could breath sort of fine but I think they were bruised, if anything. And my head, ugh, my head, I actually feel worse than I felt when Peter tied me to a tree.

It was hurting so bad, everything was hurting me. Especially my head, and head wounds aren't supposed to hurt but this was giving me a lot more pain than I ever thought it would. I could actually still feel the blood dripping down the side of my head.

Fuck.

My lips were swollen, I remember I kept biting them anxiously, wondering where they were taking me and my left shoulder felt dislocated – but it wasn't. I remembered thrashing around and hitting my shoulder on something hard, like, a car or wall maybe? I don't know, all I know is that my shoulder hurt like a skimming bitch.

While we were getting here, Gerard said (menacingly, mind you) that he had Stiles in another car with his fello crazy hoodlum employees. Of course, that made me scream even louder but nOOOOOoooOOO they just had to put tape all over my mouth. They took the tape off when they stuffed me the Argent's basement. Tied to a chair. NEXT TO ERICA AND BOYD.

No fun there.

Could this get any wor-?

"Ow, ow, ow -" Spoke too soon. Looks like Stiles made an appearance because he came tumbling down the stairs. My lips were practically begging me to keep close because they were in so much agony. Oh, I didn't mention this, they punched me on the cheek to stop me from moving. That, and they struck me in the back of the head. So, big bruise in the cheek area. I feel really concussed. Ugh.

I didn't care though, my best friend was hurt and I wanted him to know I was there.

"S-Stiles," I stammered. It was still dark. Ugh.

"Abby?!" he groaned out, I heard shuffling around and he was clearly standing up from his tumble ways.

Suddenly, the lights went on and my eyes flickered, adjusting to the light. I don't know if Gerard was still here or not, but I was frightened. I know they took both of my guns, so I had to no kind of weapon but the pocketknife and what good would that do?

"Abby!" He gasped, then he looked over next to me to see the hanging Erica and Boyd. Stiles immediately came over behind me and started undoing the extremely tight knot. I, honestly, couldn't feel my fingers – the rope was digging into my skin.

However, he froze when we all heard someone clear their throat. Okay, this guy has clearly got some kind of mucus in his throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Stiles." We looked up to see Gerard at the top of the stairs and I felt Stiles leave my hands, to see his shadow over me.

"What're you doing with them?" Stiles grumbled, pointing over at the two betas.

"At the moment, keeping them comfortable." Right, because they're just at home, aren't they? "There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong. So, I resorted to Abby, Derek's mate." I snapped over to look – well, glare – at the Old Dude. "But she clearly knows nothing, after much…persuading." He smirked. That piece of shit.

I literally saw Stiles' fists clench at that sentence.

"Fine, what're you doing with me? Scott can find us, he can find me, alright? He knows my scent, it's pungent, ya know, more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine -" Ew.

"You have an act for creating, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own. Scott McCall finds his best friend, bloodied and beaten to pulp, how does that sound?" Well, my breathing suddenly became erratic and my eyes widened.

That sounded bad, ok! THAT SOUNDED VERY BAD!

"I think I'd prefer a landscape." Okay, now I was gonna' punch Stiles. However, it looked like Gerard was taking no shit today.

I raised my voice, "No, no, no, please, please!" Stiles looked over at me and shook his head with a look of 'I – got – dis'. No, Stiles, you don't.

"What're you 90? Look, I can probably kick your ass up and down this room -" He was met with a backhand from Gerard. I let out a yelp and then a "NO!" Okay, sue me but tears spilled out of my eyes.

Gerard knelt down to Stiles level, grabbed him by the shirt and then punched my BFFL in the face as he tired to stop him, with feeble attempts. My tries were no better, as tears were streaming down my face and I kept yelling, through my thick throat, "GERARD! Please, please, please, please don't! Please! STOP! Please! NO, JUST STOP!"

I was trying so hard to pull the rope away from my wrists, but it just kept digging deeper and deeper into my wrist.

When I heard another punch, I screamed out, "STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"

He didn't listen. He just continue to beat my best friend senseless. And I couldn't do anything but watch it all happen.

I couldn't believe they hot wired my car and brought me here in it. For Gods sake, how did I not know I was in my own car!? I was dragging a limping Stiles with me into my car. I wasn't crying anymore. I mean, all I wanted to do was cry but I couldn't. Stiles wasn't saying anything to me, he was practically mute. He didn't look too good with all those bruises but neither did I, so I think it's all fine.

"They didn't," my snapped over to look at him, "they didn't – oh my God, I cant even say it." I raised an eyebrow at him and stared at him, expectantly. "They didn't – touch you -"

OH MY GOD. Okay, I get it now. "No, no, no, they didn't. No, they didn't, I'm positive."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home, Stiles. Your dad must be wiggin' out and you gotta' go to him." I said, through a very thick, tearful throat. I wonder what my mom was going through, I wonder what Scott was going through…I wonder if they even knew I was missing.

"Okay," he whispered. "Abby?"

"Yeah," I murmured back at him.

"We're gonna' get through this, right?" I looked over at him and I could really see the tears brimming in his eyes. I quickly took his hand and interlocked my fingers with his. He gripped tightly to me, as if he was scared I would vanish into the dark or something. No, I was going to stay right here. I was going to stay.

"Yes, we are going got get through this, okay? We're going to walk through the Beacon Hill High Monday morning and smile. We're going to smile." I reassured.

"Really?" Stiles said, shakily, his hold tightening.

"Yes, really, we're going to smile and it's going to be real. You'll look over at me and dread that fact that you can't have me because an Alpha will maul you in your sleep." He scoffed but I was serious. "And I'm going to look over at you and wonder why I chose you as a best friend. Then I'll remember that you're my rock, that you're my hero. I can't live – I can't breathe without knowing that my Stiles is going to be okay, because he is. He's going to be okay."

I pulled over in front of his house and he asked, looking over at me, clenching his jaw, "Really?"

"Really," I tried grinning but my cheek wouldn't let it. I leaned over the middle of the seat and kissed his jaw, where Gerard got him real good. I ran a hand through his hair and then kissed his temple, "You're going to be okay."

Stiles suddenly grasped me into a bear hug, gripping me tightly as far as I could go because we were still in the car. I wanted to cry in his shoulder because I haven't talked to him in over a week. And the one time I even speak to him, he gets beaten and bloodied in front of me.

Ever have one of those days where you wish you were gone? That's me everyday, bro.

I was practically biting his shoulder to stop the tears from falling over and it worked, because eventually I saw the light turn on in Stiles' bedroom.

I let Stiles go, breathing shakily and said, "Go, Adderall Freak, your dad needs you."

Stiles nodded, giving me a chaste kiss on my forehead, and walked out of the car. I watched as he quickly walked across his lawn and into his house, I sighed, relieved. He was safe. Stiles was safe.

Now, I had to go to the school, I had to get my bag. I needed some sort of weapon. I had two .22 pistols, two ballistic knives, one more Glock, and a taser, I think. If any of it is still there, from when Gerard decided to jump me. Ugh, old people.

I just – I needed to know I was safe too.

When I reached the school's parking lot, I didn't get out yet. I saw Derek's car though, meaning that he was there, probably with Scott and Isaac. I didn't know why I didn't get out, I just didn't. I took my hands off the steering wheel and just sat there, fiddling with my fingers.

I just sat there - thinking.

What was going to happen now? How was I going to face Scott, and mom, and Isaac, and Oh Mah Gerd, Derek? How was I going to face the man I love? I couldn't but I had to. I was strong, right? This is what strong people do. They make sure they don't let other people fall down.

But I was. I was crashing so quick, that I didn't know how to catch myself. I was falling into oblivion and I was scared that I would reach rock bottom, no not even rock bottom, it would be rock bottom, fifty layers of crap, and then me.

I suddenly sniffled, feeling wetness inside my nose. I immediately wiped my cheeks to find tears. I was crying, oh God, why was I crying?

Maybe it was the fact that your used – to - be best friend knew what happened to you and didn't even care.

Oh God, heart, you're back?

Nope, wrong door. It's your brain, dumb ass.

For a brain you're an extreme twat, I thought back. And I don't know if Allison was even there or not.

Oh no, she was there. You know she was there, listening.

No, I don't!

Yes, you do. She heard every scream, every punch, every cry, she heard you walk out with Stiles -

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I yelled, clutching my head – even with the throbbing pain – just to stop the voices. I gasped for air, before letting a sob out of my throat. Werewolves, they could hear everything, so I quickly covered my mouth – trying to stop the numerous amounts of sobs falling out of my mouth. I couldn't stop it, I was bawling uncontrollably, wondering why isn't this over?

Why?! Can't any of this be over?

I clenched my jaw tightly, so that the blubbering would stop. My hands were shaking, immensely, due to the fact they were extremely red from the terrible rope burn. I wiped the tears away from my cheeks and sighed, shakily and gulped, clearly my throat of any remaining sobs. I cleared my throat and made sure that I didn't have any tears on my cheeks, then stepped out of my car.

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm really just fine. My cheek was hurting, that's all. I just needed some aspirin and a good night sleep and it'll all be fine.

I took a deep breath in and then let it out, walking to the school as steadily as I could. I opened the door with jiggly hands and hurriedly walked over to my locker. My hands were still shaking and it wasn't easy to get the lock. My trembling hands tried to open the shackle but it wasn't working.

I groaned loudly, smacking the locker. However, I doubled over, screamed in pain and clutched my wrist to my chest.

"Yup," I groaned, in pure agony, "that was stupid."

"Abby?!" I heard a multitude of voices say at once.

"Oh God, please tell me it's someone with usable hands." I whined, getting up from my position to see Scott, Isaac, Derek, and WHAT THE FUCK DID I MISS!? Peter?! HALE?!

I sighed in relief, another thing gone right, well – not the Peter part. Maybe I was dreaming him? Yeah, I was dreaming of Peter Hale while I was awake. Seemed accurate enough.

Even though he was twenty feet away from me, I could see Scott's eyes. His worried eyes to see his sister all beaten up and tattered, it looked like it scared him. Scott looked terrified, I have never seen Scott look so…frightened, it scared me. I shuffled my way over to the guys and gave my world class dazzling smile to Scott.

"I'm fine, Scotty, I'm really fine." I grinned but that wasn't enough to pacify him. Scott looked at me, he just stared at the older sister chick in front of him. I dared myself to look over at the others.

Mr. I – Come – Back – From – The – Dead looked bewildered.

Isaac looked like someone stomped all over his face and ripped his heart out with a pair of tweezers. Okay, that hurt to look at – next person.

And Derek, oh, my Derek, he looked hostile (well, I wasn't gonna' blame him there) and wounded and helpless and desperate. He looked like, he wanted to rip up all these lockers and shove them down Gerard's throat. So many more emotions spread across his face that I couldn't even count. Derek didn't even look me in the eye, he looked at the back of Scott's head.

I decided to look back at Scott, who was tearing up and I couldn't stand it. I quickly gathered my little brother into my arms, squeezing him to death without my caring about the pain in my entire body. He was clinging onto me, like Stiles was with my hand, Scott had his head buried in my shoulder and was clutching onto his 5'4'' older sista.

"I thought I lost you, oh God, I thought you were gone." Scotty mumbled, lips trembling, into my shoulder.

"I'm right here, Scotty, I'm not going anywhere." I promised, just hugging him tighter.

"Isaac," Derek spoke up, in a low voice, and I looked to him, over Scott's shoulder, "go get some ice." Isaac's distraught face nodded and he hurriedly ran to get ice, from where? I really don't know. Maybe he was going to take some peas from the lunch room.

Mmmmmmm, peas.

Scott pulled away, abruptly, and strictly said, "You're going home, do you understand me?"

"Scotty," I help his face in my hands, "you can't tell me what to do. I'm coming with you. You need human weapons and I'm the only one that has them." I gave him a cheeky smile.

"No, Abby!" He yelled, making me widen my eyes, seeing a new side of him. "You're going home! You're going to go home. You're going to lock the doors and windows and you're going to be with mom. You're going to stay safe, you're going to be alive, and I don't give a shit about what you say!"

"Well, that's ironic because I don't give a shit about what you say. Scott, I'm fine. I am not going to let my brother suffer, okay?! I am pissed off. I hate Gerard. I hate what he's doing. He hurt the people I care about and I swear to freaking Christ that I hope he gets eaten by freakin' mammoths and bat- shit grandma's and crazy -"

"Alpha's," Peter FREAKIN Hale decided to throw in. I looked over Scott's shoulder to see Peter pointing at Derek who was staring at the ground. Oh boo, no.

"Right," I drawled out. I looked at Scott, "Who brought the zombie to the party?"

"That's beside the point, look Abby -"

"No, you look. I barely spoke to you, Scott. And I didn't talk to Stiles once this week and the one time I do? It broke my heart. I'm angry, Scott. Anger beats strength by miles and I deserve to get my revenge." I wasn't one to think about revenge, I didn't roll like that but yo, come on, they hurt my BFFL. They got personal. They should've just taken me, not Stiles because since that dickwad touched a hair on my Stiles, I will destroy him.

"She's right, revenge is the best dessert."

"Okay, who said the zombie could talk? Zombie stays shut."

"I still have my strength."

"I still have an Alpha boyfriend." I sassed, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Touche," Peter grinned, "Now I remember why I like you."

"Can't remember if I ever liked you, oh wait, no, you tried to kill me. In several occasions." Oh, yeah, beat that former uncle Alpha dude. Isaac! He ran down the hall to Derek and handed him the ice pack…with actual ice…hm…

"Take Peter and Scott in my car," Derek said, giving the teen the keys, "and do not crash her." Yes, he's like every other guy in the universe who calls his car a female, I do too. HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SEXY DEREK MOBILE!?

Scott gave me a look and I sighed, "Scott, I'll be fine. I have an Alpha protecting me, you guys go. We'll meet you three there – wherever there is." Scott nodded, and was about to leave with the three of them but before he did, he gave me a quick hug and kiss on the forehead. I relished this tiny moment because right now, that was all I could hold onto without crying.

Uh – oh, being alone with Derek is already a tearjerker.

Derek was driving. Well, I didn't really put up much of a fight because he just took the keys from my back pocket, once he helped me take out my duffel bag – which was now in the trunk. Now it was just silent.

The awkward kind.

I sighed. I looked over at him to see him staring at the road like every inch of it was covered in boobs. I pressed the bag of ice closer to my face, suddenly feeling weird about my boobs.

"Are you gonna' say something? Look at me maybe? Or yeah, whatever?"

I waited a few seconds. A minute. Two minutes. Unbelieve-

"I should've been there." Derek hands suddenly clenched around the steering wheel. "I heard you scream and I immediately needed to get to you. Peter stopped me, told me they would catch me if I went to get you. I didn't care, I needed to save you. Peter stopped me again, saying that once they have me, they're not gonna' let you go. They would kill you. You'd be holding them back, you would've been a liability. I'm sorry, Abby, I'm so, so sorry."

I stared at him for awhile because I don't think I've ever heard Derek Hale so vulnerable before. Then, switching hands with the ice, I reached over and unwrapped one of his hands that were denting the steering wheel, and held it. I intertwined our fingers together and held his hand on my lap, softly stroking his palm.

Then, I immediately felt him relax – a bit. Not much, but a bit.

"I heard you cry, Abby." I turned my head quickly, staring at him in disbelief. "You got here and you cried. It was short. It stirred something in me. I wanted to be with you. But you didn't want anyone to know." I sniffled, gripping his hand tighter and he returned the gesture. "And, I hate myself because I know that I caused this. All of it."

I didn't know what to say, so I just stayed silent because in all honesty I didn't want to cry anymore. I knew he was wrong, I didn't have enough strength to tell him that though. I was just…too corrupted to deal with anymore of this. I didn't know if he wanted an answer because we pulled over, right in front of his house. I remember the first time I was ever there – inside his house, watching him exercise.

Possibly one of the best memories ever.

"Look," Derek said to Zombie Peter who was now crouching in front of the staircase, "I told you I looked everywhere."

"You didn't look here." Peter announced as he…opened a stair. Well, you don't see that everyday.

He pulled out a case from inside and his nephew asking, "What is that? A book?"

"No. It's a laptop." Zombie over here is stealing my sass. "What century are you living in?"

"Is it me or did Zombie decide to become more sassier after he walked out of his own tomb?" I asked, no one in generally but I did get a bunch of noises in agreement.

"Anyways," Peter glared at the greatest brunette ever AKA me, "A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything we had. Fortunately, the Argent's aren't the only ones who keep records." He got off the staircase and hurriedly walked over to the living room, as we all watched him. Derek soon followed him.

"Mama just killed a man/ Put a gun against his head/ Pulled my trigger, now he's dead -" Bohemian Rhapsody decided to play. Wait a minute…it was a ring tone…my ring tone for when mom called.

"Wait, is that my phone?" I asked, looking around the three guys who stuck around me. Isaac and I both looked over at Scott who pulled out my phone from his back pocket. "Unbelievable, they take everything but my phone?! UGH! Mom's calling BTW."

"Then pick up," Isaac stated bluntly. I blinked at him. That would be smart.

I picked up, only to hear hysterics, "Abby?! Scott sent me a text saying that you were okay! Is he lying?! Are you sure you're okay?! He said you had a bruise on your cheek, is it serious!? How about Stiles? Is he okay, too?! Abby, oh my God, I'm a wreck, I didn't know if you were hurt or worse and I was sobbing, praying that my child was alright and now this Jackson -"

"Wait, what? What happened with Jackson?" I asked, worriedly, looking around at everyone. All the males stopped what they were doing and looked over at me, in panic.

Derek and Peter quickly looked back to the laptop and Isaac and Scott looked at each other…lovingly…um.

"He's dead, Abby, or was I don't know." HOLY SHIT! WHAT!? OH GOD, DON'T CRY ABBY. YOU'LL BE FINE! And breath. "Look, I don't know if he's dead. Anymore." This time, Isaac and Scott looked over at me, oh yeah, now they want answers. "Something, definitely something, happened and I don't know what but I think you guys are gonna' wanna' see this for yourself."

"Okay, okay mom we're on our way." Again.

Man, I am starting to hate cars.

"Mom," she was checking my face for anymore bruises or cuts (thank God she didn't see the rest of my body). "Mom, stop fussing." She didn't listen, she was just in tears, grabbing my face in different directions. "MOM!" I whined, loudly, causing her to stop and for her to take a deep breath and she walked over to the not – zippered body of Jackson Whittemore.

I stood next to Isaac and looked down at the body.

Oh ma lawd, heavens.

Jackson's body was covered…by gelatin – well his venom, really. But, I really doubt it was edible though.

"What's happening to him!?" I screeched.

"I- I thought you were going to tell me. Is it bad?" Mom exclaimed.

"It doesn't look good." Scott announced as I rolled my eyes at him. Thanks for stating the obvious, Scotty. Suddenly, Jackson's body twitched and Isaac grasped my arm, pulling me back. "Whoa!" He swallowed, his eyes getting wide.

"Um, mom, could you zip it up, please?" Scott asked not taking his eyes off the body. I rolled my eyes at him once again. But like…I am not getting anywhere near him right now soooo…YOU ZIP MAMA.

"Okay, okay, okay." She repeated moving forward to zip it up. "Okay, okay, here we go." She started to zip it up but it abruptly got stuck near his chin. Scott's eyes widened when Jackson's mouth opened and let out a hiss – with really bad dental hygiene - and I backed up again, closer to the wall.

"Mom, zip!" Scott pleaded, as Jackson started moving again. She repeated said okay. "Zip! Zip, mom, zip!" OH THANK GOD.

"Well, that was an experience of a lifetime." Mom muttered, anxiously rubbing her hands together.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," I groaned into the phone and finally on the fifth right, Derek answered. "Okay, so we're here in the hospital and we looked at Jackie's body. He's like, webbed in his own venom. And he's moving and opening his mouth and he's got fangs and it's scary, okay."

"Alright, are you okay?" He asked, genuinely. I smiled, even if he couldn't see it.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I love you. UGH. No, I will not say it too soon and screw everything up.

"Hold on, I think Peter's got something." I heard muffles and stuff and then heard, "…Beta shape." That was Peter. "Bigger and badder," also Peter.

"…that has wings!" Um. Okay, Derek. I looked up to see Jackson moving around in his bag, oh lord.

"Abby, you guys need to bring him to us." Derek said, urgently.

"Um, yeah, I don't think we have time for that. He's moving. A lot. Scarily."

"Get him out of there now. Go now." And then he hung up. Well, this just got a bit more interesting.

"I guess we go now." I whispered, staring at the moving Jackson – well…creature that may have wings in a few short moments.

So, um we're discreetly moving through the parking lot of the hospital. Well, they're discreetly moving through the parking lot of the hospital, I was keeping watch – telling them to move and to when not to move.

"Wait, wait, wait," I whispered, when I saw a nurse pulling out her car from her parking space. When she was out of sight, I told the duo to move and we all shuffled to get to the car, which was parked far – by Scott. Idiot.

Suddenly, Scott dropped his part of the body and Isaac and I looked at him, gaping. "Scott!" I growled and he immediately tried to pick it back up, until a car pulled up behind him. He got up, shielding his eyes from the cars' headlights. Scott quickly shielded my view from a certain, Chris Argent.

Well. What a fucking surprise.

"You're alone." Scott stated.

"More than you know," Chris replied, distraught. Well, that clearly had a double meaning to it.

"What do you want?" Scott asked.

"We don't have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we have a common enemy." Chris announced. I looked down at Jackie, my heart was hurting. Ow. Jackie.

"That's why we're trying to get him out of here." Isaac added, motioning over to Jackie, who was still partly on the ground.

"I didn't mean Jackson." Chris argued. "Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head the way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her too." Bro, I think we all lost her but that's just my opinion.

"You're right." Scott agreed in no time. "So, can you trust us to fix this?" Dickhead took a few seconds to think about it before giving us a half nod. "Then can you let us go?"

"No." THIS BITCH. "My car's faster." Never mind my previous thought.

"Is that my gun?!" I growled, when Chris opened the trunk – about to take out his stash of weapons. "Correction, my numerous guns?!"

"Those are yours?" Chris asked, stunned. He handed me my two Glocks that Gerard decided to store in Chris' car. "What're you doing with Glocks?"

"You're not the only one with a gun fetish." I answered, tucking one in my shoe and the other one in the waistband on my jeans. I looked back into the trunk and my eyes caught something, I dug deep in and pulled out a Ruger SR45 Pistol. I smiled to myself, "Can I have this?"

"Sure, I have a million at home. I don't see why not. Is there a clip in there?" I nodded, checking to see if there was and smiled at Dickhead. Okay, so maybe he was sort of a kind guy. Sort of.

"I think he stopped moving." Isaac announced, bring back our attention to the other male humans. I looked in the car and noticed that he indeed did stop moving. Okay bipolar lizard, be like that.

"Where's Derek?" Chris asked Scott as he looked across the barren street. Scott was about to reply when he abruptly looked forward to see the Alpha on all fours, running toward them. Then, he jumped in the air, did a back flip, and landed back on his feet.

Okay, unnecessary. Hot. But unnecessary.

"I'm here for Jackson, not you." Chris made sure to say, there will be no Dickhead vs Alpha tonight.

"Somehow I don't find that very comforting." Derek accused, then he turned to the betas and told them to get Jackie inside. Once that was done, we were all inside the abandoned area and we all scooted around Jackie's body.

"Where are they?" Scott asked.

"Who?" Derek questioned, looking around him as if he was waiting for someone to come. I am so confused right now. Oh my god.

"Peter and Lydia." Yup, that cleared no confusion up, whatsoever. Derek didn't answer, he just leaned over to Jackie's encased body and start to unzip his bag. "Whoa, wait a second! You said you knew how to save him!" He did?

"We're past that." OOOOOO HELLLLLL NOOOOOOO. My baby ain't gonna' kill no friend lizard.

I was about to speak up when Scott interrupted, "Wait – what about -"

"Think about it, Scott!" Derek intervened. "All right? Gerard controls him now! He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog! And he set all of this in motion so Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful!"

"No," Chris spoke, making all of us look at him, "No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live."

"Of course not!" A new voice yelled, out of nowhere, and we all turned to see Gerard (Old Butt) Argent standing in the center of the warehouse.

"Anything that dangerous, that out of control is better off dead!" Derek quickly went to go slash Jackson's throat when he suddenly awoke and plunged his own claws in Derek's chest. I let out a strangled cry, clenched my jaw, and immediately reached for my gun tucked in my waistband.

Jackson then stood up and threw Derek across the warehouse, my gun still pointed at Jackson's back but I couldn't bring myself to shoot him.

"Well done to the last, Scott." What? "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me." WHAT!? I immediately pointed my gun at Gerard, I was about to shoot an old man -

Suddenly, an arrow shot through the air and it made Scott and I both duck, but it hit Isaac straight in his shoulder. I saw a shadow in back of Gerard. Allison. She then disappeared before I got to do anything, however, when I heard a hiss – I knew there were worse troubles.

Jackson was about to run toward Chris but he shot him once, then Jackson looked over at me – oh I'm so sorry, Jackson – and I shot him as well. He screeched, about to bolt toward me but I shot him again, making him screech again and he started twitching, like he was having a seizure. Jackson jumped behind Chris' car and we both started shooting at it, when he suddenly jumped over the car – coming back as the Kanima – grabbing Chris' gun with his tail. HIS TAIL.

Chris started running because he knew he was the Kanima's next target. I needed to reload and when I look up all I see is the Kanima throwing Chris across the room. Godzilla, however, turned around to scream at me and I was ready. Not really, but I had three guns on me, I could hold him off until -

DEREK?! Well, he healed fast as he jumped over a bunch of crates, completely transformed into his werewolf self. I hear two growls and snarls beside me to see Scott and Isaac transitioned too. Scott motioned his head at me to stay back and I nodded once, taking a could of steps back.

Derek ran over to the Kanima and started fighting, missing a strike but Godzilla managed to hit Derek. Scott came and started to help the Alpha while Derek climbed up the construction equipment, Isaac joined the fight and tried to hit Godzilla. However, Godzilla grabbed him by the throat and threw Isaac back. Derek jumped down from the steel equipment and clashed his fists right in the back of Godzilla's neck. He tossed him but my Alpha caught himself and stood up. Godzilla, however, was too strong and attacked Derek once again.

Scott came behind Godzilla and kicked his spine, making it stumble into the wall but as Scott came up, he threw him into the wall of the warehouse. Derek was back up and tried to swing at him but Godzilla slashed his chest with his claws and fell to the floor, leaving him partially paralyzed. Isaac saw Derek get hurt and got up to help him but was stopped by Allison.

OH GOD NO! She just slashed Isaac with two knives in the front. HELL NO. I immediately dashed over to the brunette and shoved her off the young teenage boy. She groaned in frustration as all of her knifes fell from her hand. I snuck a glance at Isaac, who wasn't really wounded, probably looked like one slash got to him before I made it.

She looked up and glared at me, as I glared at her. This was not going to be a stare down, because I took the first swing. I had an amazing right hook. She doubled over in pain, holding her mouth and looked up at me in shock.

"Doesn't feel too good, does it?" I said, in a sickly, sweet voice. Allison spat out blood and looked up at me, taking a swing at me but missing because I dodged it. See? I told you I've been practicing.

The curly haired brunette quickly took another swing at me but missed, once again. She crouched in less than a second and stood back up with her knife or blade type thing and immediately swung at me. She missed. I grabbed her arm, twisted it around her body, making her squeal in pain, and it made her drop the knife.

Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted…by my neck. Oh god, scaly tail. Godzilla. She glared at me, once again, icy brown eyes seeing through my pleading eyes. She picked up her weapons once again, about to walk over to my – sort of paralyzed – Derek. I was down, wait, what? I was touching the floor. Godzilla wasn't on me anymore.

Godzilla was off my neck and went quickly too grab Allison's neck, but softer. That poop.

"Not yet, sweetheart," a distant voice yelled.

"What're you doing?" Allison asked, caught off guard, wondering what the hell her grandfather was talking about.

"He's doing what he came here to do." Scott answered, I was still confused, my god.

"What do you mean?" I spoke up, watching as all eyes turned on me. Oh come on, I can't be the only one confused here. Except Allison. But she's no longer cool.

"It was the night outside the hospital, wasn't it? When I threatened your mother?" Gerard asked, looking at my younger brother. "I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn't you?"

"He's dying." Isaac stated. I looked over at Gerard, shocked. Oh my god.

"I am. I have been for a while now." Gerard told us. "Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But the supernatural does." Gerard looked down at Derek, who was struggling to get up because he was fighting the venom. It all made sense now. He wanted a bite from the Alpha so that he wouldn't die. But where does Scott come in all this?

Allison suddenly gasped, as the Kanima strengthened his hold on her throat. "You monster!" Chris yelled in anger.

"Not yet,"

"What're you doing?" Allison whispered, only to have her throat more enclosed by Godzilla's hands.

"You'd kill her too?!" Chris yelled, in disbelief and fear and pain evident in his voice.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" Gerard sharply stated, as if he drew a sword into Chris' heart. Then, Gerard looked over at my brother and said one word, "Scott."

Scott started to take a few breaths before he changed completely human and he walked over to Derek, standing above him. Scott looked at Allison and then he looked at me, before flaring his nostrils for a second and my eyes widened. Then, he looked back to Derek.

Oh my god, this was all a plan, this wasn't real. I understood now. The little pig face he gave me was his sign that all this was fake, he used to use that face all the time when he was meant to say he was lying. Oh god.

IN YO OLD FACE, GERARD.

Scott suddenly grabbed Derek by the neck and hauled him up. Oh, wait, I'm Derek's girlfriend, I need to be in character too.

"Wait, Scott," I pleaded, "If you do this, Gerard's going to kill Derek right after. Then, he'll be an Alpha. Please, don't!"

"That's true. But I think he already knows that, don't you, Scott?" He asked, with a very clear smug grin on his face. "He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison! Do this small task for me, and they can be together."

"Scott don't!" Derek yelled. "Don't!"

"I'm sorry," Scott said, guilty but looked over at Allison with a wounded look, "but I have too!" He grabbed the nape of Derek's neck and pulled it, making Derek bend backwards with his mouth open. Gerard rolled his sleeve up, clearly ecstatic about getting a werewolf bite and he placed his arm in Derek's mouth. He clamped down on Gerard's arm and he screamed in pain, then Scott let Derek go, softly – thank god – and Gerard pulled away, laughing, victoriously. He held up his bitten arm as if it was a trophy he wanted everyone to see…wait…

Everyone was silent, clearly not wanted to break his Alpha parade.

But then there was me, "Hey, Old Dude, you're bleeding black." Gerard turned to glare at me but instead, looked at his arm, which was clearly bleeding black stuff.

"What is this?" Gerard asked, with pronunciation in ever word he said. "What did you do?"

"Everyone said Gerard always had a plan." Scott said, looking over at the confused Derek. "I had a plan too."

Gerard looked at him, stunned and immediately went to go get his tiny thingy of pills. "No!" He growled, taking them out of the container. "Mountain Ash!" He screamed, as he crushed them and black powder flew out of his fist. He abruptly fell to the floor, with black goo coming out of his eyes and nose, then he threw that black shit up – like a fountain.

Not a pleasant sight.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked Scott.

"Because you might be an alpha, but you're not mine." Scott proclaimed. Ouch. That left a wounded face on Derek and me, that did hurt. Wow.

"KILL THEM!" Holy Cheese. Why is he still alive?! "KILL THEM ALL!" Oh.

Unexpectedly, Isaac got up and pulled me away from where we were standing because two seconds later, Stiles' Jeep rammed right into the Kanima. Holy god, we could've died! Thank you, Isaac.

Oh, look, Lydia decided to show up.

Stiles, with his eyes closed, yelped, "Did I hit him!?" Ah, he's hopeless.

Godzilla jumped on the roof of the car and made Lydia and Stiles scream, like a girl. They both got out as fast they could move and Stiles ran over to where Scott was. However, Lydia kept screaming Jackson's name, while she stood right in front of the Lizard Man.

She held up an object in front of her face, abruptly stopping him from ripping her to shreds. A key. My face softened as I saw Jackie's eyes change back to his normal ocean colored ones. He took the key, held his arms up, and nodded at Derek, as if to say he was ready. And before anyone could do anything, Derek's claws were in Jackie's abdomen while Peter – who literally came out of nowhere – had his claws in lodged in Jackie's back.

Lydia ran over to Jackie's body, as Derek and Peter walked away from it, and the duo both sank to the ground, Lydia holding onto Jackie. I suddenly felt an arm around my waist and I looked up to see Derek, tattered and hurt and needed to be fixed, but he was here.

"D – do y-you still -?" Jackie tried to ask through broken breaths.

"I do! I do still love you! I do, I do still love you!" She cried, holding onto Jackie, knowing she couldn't bear to let him go. The key fell and Lydia just held Jackie's limp body, slowly laying him on the ground.

"Where's Gerard?" Allison asked, making us all look over at the floor that once contained a body. But didn't, huh.

"He can't be far." Chris reassured. He was right, Gerard was dying – how far could he have gone?

Lydia stood up, shaking with sobs and Stiles moved to comfort her but stopped when we all heard a noise. Nails. No, claws, scraping against the floor. We all looked past Lydia to see Jackson's wounds healed, remarkably fast and I gaped when I saw his eyes open, revealing a blue color. He started to get up, slowly, and he was completely shifted into a werewolf. He stared at the ceiling before letting out an ear – shattering growl and then he shifted back into a human, staring at Lydia. I couldn't see her face as her back was to me but she quickly ran to him and wrapped her arms around him, tightly, making me smile and made me lean into Derek's hold.

This was some night.

I walked into my room with damp hair, white and black plaid Hollister shorts, and no shirt, just a regular blue cotton bra. It was only because I didn't have a shirt waiting in the bathroom for me, I forgot about it and I needed to put antiseptics on my cuts. They were all actually pretty small, they just bled a lot and they probably won't leave any scars.

Okay, wanna' hear the truth of my shirtless stature? Maybe I was waiting for a certain Alpha to make a visit. Or maybe he was already asleep, I mean I was pretty tired too but I just wanted to see him.

For more than one reason.

"Don't look decent on my account, please." I heard a smug voice say behind me. I suppressed a smile when I turned around to see Derek leaning against my wall. He was clean, no blood or sweat or disgusting, dirty clothes. He was fresh.

"Who said I wanted to look decent?" I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. He smirked and walked over to my bed, took off his shoes, and laid down. I grinned, this was easier than expected. Yes, I was seducing him, okay. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

I walked over to my bed and laid down beside him, turning to look at him – just to see he's already staring at me. I rolled over so that I was on top of him and then I straddled him.

"Abby, if you keep this going, I won't be able to stop." I smiled, leaning down in front of him – tracing his chest with my fingertips.

"Who said I wanted you to stop?" I whispered, against his lips before he crashed his lips with mine.

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She removed his shirt immediately, revealing his perfect, rugged, sexy, toned body to her. Derek smiled at her for a moment and then pushed his lips onto hers forcefully. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss wildly. He grabbed onto her back, holding her close to him. She pushed herself onto him, her hands ending up on his face and then slowly down onto his arms. His lips were begging for hers to part and she did. Their tongues battled for dominance, Abby biting down on Derek's bottom lip, achieving making him release a moan.

Derek brought his lips slowly down her neck, sucking her skin gently. Abby found herself moaning his name and he let his manhood harden. Derek flipped her over so that she was on the bottom and one palm on her waist, the other on her cheek and the small, passionate kisses were driving her absolutely mental. She wanted more. She wanted all. She wanted everything. Her hands trailed down to his waist finding the waistband of his jeans. His button, the button of his pants – her flimsy hands immediately unbuttoned the last obstacle on him.

Her shorts were gone in swift movements from his skillful hands, their clothes came off as quickly as people could put them on. Derek's warm hands immediately unhooked her bra as well, slowly sliding it off her arms, kissing her fingertips as he slid off the insignificant material and threw it off to the side; later it will be something to giggle over, her blue bra dangling precariously from a stack of random books. At the moment, though, he drags his tongue across her breasts and Abby isn't even contemplating laughter. He continued going down and he kissed her navel as she moaned. As he slides down her stomach, leaving one hand playing with her breast, the other sliding between her legs.

It was very hard to keep him from taking her right then and there. But he had to hold his patience. Slowly, he gradually removed the last barrier between them, giving him a clear view of her tempting core. With sinful lips, he made his way down to the apex of her thighs.

Then, Abby moaned loudly at the amazing sensation she was feeling. It was like nothing she ever felt before. Derek's tongue made her feel like she was in a rocket ship, going straight to heaven – rather than the stars. He lapped up all traces of her essence, loving the way Abby was calling his name, made him feel more powerful than ever. He looked up at her and she almost had a heart attack at the sight of him licking his lips in satisfaction. He moved up and kissed her on the lips, before he positioned himself between her legs knowing that they were both ready. Derek was close as it was and he knew she was too.

A surprised gasp tore from Abby's lips as she felt him pressing his tip against her. As if he hadn't heard her, he kept rocking his tip against her, making her squirm against it – wanting him inside as far as he could go. Moans left her lips as he kept it up, his eyes watching her. She felt embarrassed; positive that her face looked ugly, twisted up in it some sort of sensational passion. With a sudden thrust, Derek was inside of her.

He withdrew almost completely before thrusting back inside with an easy, but deep movement of his hips. Her mouth opened, and she gasped as she back arched, into his thrust. She cried out, dug her nails into his back, when he repeated the motion and he watched as her eyes dilated in pleasure as he began a forceful rhythm inside her. In and out- again and again.

It wasn't making love to them, it wasn't sex to them. It was much more complex than anyone could ever see. They both realized today, that this moment was connecting them in every way possible. Abby didn't trust anyone with her heart except to this man and he gladly accepted it, knowing he would do whatever it took to take care of it. Derek wasn't the type of guy to trust anyone until Abby came into his life, changing him. He couldn't be happier. She couldn't be happier.

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The sheets were a mess, so was my hair – ew, messy hair. I was in Derek's arms, with every second, his grip getting tighter. How? I don't know. He was asleep. Well, we did just finished our dirty deed and I was exhausted too, but something was keeping me up. A good something. A happy something. I don't think I've ever felt this happy.

I like this feeling. He must have known that I was a deeply unhappy person because he filled this gap in me, in such a way that makes me forget I was ever incomplete. I just find something in him that not many people see. I found light. Light that makes me feel…better.

I'd tell you all of this Derek, but you're asleep.

And then there's that. It's not the end just yet, there's still more to Master Plan or anything but I'll just name them: Dabby's Fluffy Moments. It's just a bunch of Dabby fluff really, or sibling bonding, or even BFFL's bonding. Season 2 has officially ended and now we must wait for Season 3, but I will keep writing to keep you guys entertained. I LOVE YOU ALL.

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