So, apparently when I get started, I can't stop. But, I hope you guys like this one because this is now one of my favourite chapters. I wasn't really sure what I was doing at first, but I just kinda word-vomited the rest of it out. And I apologize ahead of time, after I wrote this I kinda realized it sounds like a sappy romance novel, but I did my best here.

WickedlyMinx: I hope you didn't check every minute..I actually had part of it written last night, but I could barely keep my eyes open so I decided to sleep on it.

Lily: You are now my favorite person ever! You made my morning so much better with your review! And get ready, major Derek feels ahead!

Enjoy!

"Well, we know one thing. If Derek were really dead, she'd be a lot worse off."

"How?"

"She would have died too. Momentarily, of course. She'd probably be awake now, but she'd be different."

"How can we know for sure?"

"We'll just have to wait until she wakes up."

Voices were floating around me as I slowly swam out of the darkness that was my head. My body ached, my chest tight and my head pounding as I tried to move from my spot where I was laying on the couch.

"Hey, I wouldn't do that." Gentle hands pushed me back, stilling my movements.

"Derek?" I breathed, the voices that had been talking had said something about him.

"It's okay." Another voice breathed, rough hands smoothing my hair away from my face.

I gripped the person's wrists, finally willing my eyes open, light momentarily blinding me.

"Hey, look at me." The owner of the hands said. I lowered my eyes, half expecting to meet concerned green eyes, but instead I met Peter's blue ones. "How do you feel?"

"I hurt. Everywhere."

One of the wrists that I had in my grip moved, Peter's hand moving from my face to grip my own, the ache leaving my body instantly.

"Anything else? Do you feel different? Like something's missing?"

I furrowed my brow, confused by his questions. "No. Just confused and kind of concerned." I looked between Cora and Peter who avoided my gaze.

"Where's Derek?" I asked, neither of them moving from their spots.

"We were hoping you could tell us that." Peter murmured, helping me into a sitting position.

"What?" I was really confused.

"Wait here." Peter said before going over to the dirty laundry basket next to the closet and pulling out a pair of Derek's underwear. He handed them to me, sitting next to me on the couch. "Lesson time. What you're going to do is similar to what you did the other night, only you'll have something of Derek's to focus on instead of doing it mentally."

"Kind of like divination."

"Yes. Exactly."

"But...why? What happened?"

Both of them were quiet before Cora finally spoke. "Scott went to confront Deucalion with Isaac at the abandoned mall. We showed up and it turned into a fight with the other alphas. Deucalion tried to get Derek to kill Boyd, but the hunter-"

"Allison." Peter said.

"...showed up and distracted them. Ennis was going to go after Scott, but Derek fought him instead and they...ended up falling."

"That's the point you passed out at last night."

"We thought they were dead. Both of them. But-"

"-Based on Kali's reaction at the animal clinic, we know Ennis is dead."

"We looked for Derek, but we don't know where he is, or what state he's in."

"But we do know he's alive. If he were dead, last night would have gone very differently for you, and you probably wouldn't be sitting here right now. But we need your help. If anyone can find Derek, it's you. Just focus on him and do what you do."

I gripped Derek's underwear in my hands, focusing on trying to find him. I was desperate enough after hearing what happened to find him, but the harder I seemed to focus, the farther away it seemed. I tried several times, but came up empty handed every time.

"I can't." I gasped out, my head hanging as I gripped Derek's underwear like it was the last part of him I'd ever have. "I can't. I can't find him. Maybe because he doesn't want to be found."

"Or he doesn't know he's keeping you out. Just, keep trying and we'll keep looking."

I sat on the couch, desperately searching for Derek, but nothing seemed to be working. Even in the silent loft I couldn't focus. I got up off the couch, tossing Derek's underwear back in the hamper before going over to the bed. I stretched out, laying across the sheets as I relaxed, trying to focus. Derek wasn't dead, he was just hurt and alone somewhere, probably suffering in silence and being a hardhead as usual. I rolled over, burying my face in his pillow, breathing in the musky scent.

I suddenly felt an urge to go to the school, like something was drawing me there. I knew it was well into the afternoon, and school had long been over, but I felt the need to go. Isaac said he, Boyd, Scott and Stiles would be on a cross country trip, so I couldn't understand why I needed to go. But I wasn't about to question it so I grabbed my keys, heading down to my car so I could drive to the school.

I pulled into the parking lot, parking a ways away from the school, just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I sat there, closing my eyes, trying to focus on anything that could tell me what had drawn me there. I went to open the door when a bloody hand appeared out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of me.

I looked away from the hand, Derek's face coming into focus before he collapsed to the ground. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before opening the door, rushing to his side. His shirt was torn, blood staining a decent part of it, scratches visible in some of the holes, though it looked like some had already healed.

"Derek?" I cupped his cheek, partly making sure he was still breathing. "Oh boy." I looked around, making sure no one was watching. "Come on, we need to get you out of here."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, a groan leaving his lips as I pushed him up into a sitting position. I felt bad, knowing he probably had some serious internal damage if he'd fallen so far everyone thought he was dead. I managed to haul him to his feet, nearly falling over if it hadn't been for the hood of my car that kept us upright. I half walked, half dragged him to the passenger side, getting him situated before running back to the drivers side, rolling down the window as soon as I started the car so no one would see the bloody handprint.

"Derek?" I breathed, his head lolling to the side so he could look at me with half-lidded eyes.

He didn't say anything, just put his hand over mine on the gearshift. I put the car in drive, taking his blood covered hand in mine as I drove away from the school, not aware of the eyes in the red Prius that had seen everything.

Derek's head lolled against his shoulder, his body slumping in the seat as I drove as fast as I could back to the loft. I was running on sheer adrenaline now as I hauled his body into the elevator, taking us up to the loft, Derek leaning heavily on me. I unlocked the door, sliding it open, stumbling a little as Derek faded out again, his body almost falling to the floor, if I hadn't caught myself on the door.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Deaton? He's far more knowledgeable than I am when it comes to this."

"No." Derek breathed as I fought the stairs and Derek's dead weight. "It's...not safe."

His breathing was heavy, his body collapsing to the ground as he went completely dead weight in my arms. I grabbed him under the arms, dragging him the rest of the way to the bed. I collapsed on the floor, beside him, falling against his chest, not caring if I got all bloody from his cuts. His breathing picked up slightly, his head turning in my direction as we lay there, both too exhausted to do anything else.

"If you want on the bed, you're going to have to help. I can't move you on my own anymore." My muscles were screaming from dragging him as far as I did.

His hand moved, grabbing my arm, leaving a bloody handprint as I slowly got up, helping him use the bed to move just far enough to where he could collapse on it. And he did just that, not even getting far enough to lift his feet off the ground. I sat down beside him, slowly peeling his shirt away to reveal the nasty cuts on his skin. I bit my lip, looking down at the deep lacerations.

"That bad?" He breathed, his chest heaving.

I looked down at the cuts, watching as black blood oozed out of the biggest one in the center. His breathing got heavier for a second before his head lulled to the side again.

"Derek?" I cupped his cheek, his skin slick with sweat. "Derek! Don't you die on me now."

I leaned down, holding his head still in my hands before I pressed my lips against his. I felt like I was performing some messed up version of CPR until his lips began to move, weakly, but kissing me back nonetheless. His arm moved, reaching up to grab my shoulder where his mark was. I kissed down his neck to his shoulder, taking care to watch for cuts before I came to where my mark was, gently nipping at the skin before sinking my teeth in. His breath hitched before a small growl left his chest. His hand moved from my shoulder, down my arm before finding my hand. Our fingers laced together as I ran my tongue over the teeth marks I'd left in his shoulder. They didn't heal right away, but I knew I'd done something right, because his breathing was stronger, his green eyes wide open as he stared up at me.

"How did you remember that?"

"I'm a good student. I payed attention in class." I shrugged my shoulders before leaning away from him, helping him pull his shirt the rest of the way off.

I took in the cuts in his skin, most of them deep, but it looked like they'd stopped bleeding at least. My fingers were trembling as I touched his skin, feeling a dulled version of the pain he was feeling. Some of the smaller cuts had healed, leaving behind small trails of blood in their wake.

"Don't move." I said, before running to the bathroom to grab some rags.

I sent a text to Stiles, telling him Derek was alive, but injured pretty badly. I grabbed a pitcher from the kitchen, filling it with warm water before I found Derek sitting up on the bed.

"Hey, I don't think that's a good idea." I set the pitcher down before pushing on Derek's shoulder, trying to get him to lay back down.

"I have to find everyone. They think I'm dead." He breathed out, his voice still strained from the pain.

"Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Boyd are at a cross country meet. I texted Stiles and hopefully one of them will see it." I knelt down in front of him in between his knees.

I got one of the rags wet, ringing it out before gently wiping the blood from the side of his face. I moved to his left shoulder, tenderly wiping at the blood around the cuts. I hesitated as he flinched, his breath hitching slightly.

"I'm sorry." I whispered quietly, knowing he could hear me.

"I felt it." He breathed out, his warm breath fanning against the side of my head. "When I hit the ground after I fell. It was only for a second, but I felt you. The pain." His hand grabbed mine, stilling my movements. I looked up, meeting his green eyes. "I never want you to experience that." He breathed, his hand moving over my heart. "Losing me...what it would do to you." He swallowed thickly, his eyes looking away from me, studying the floor. "Deucalion...when he was here, he asked me if I knew what would happen if I lost my mate." His breathing picked up, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. "What it would turn me into. He said, if I don't kill my pack and join him..." The amount of pain in his voice made my heart clench in my chest, my hand raising to cup his cheek. "He'll just kill you instead, because the results would be far more devastating. Then he said, 'maybe I'll make you kill her yourself. Then you'll learn what real power is.'"

I felt something wet hit my finger and I realized he was crying. I brushed away his tears as they fell from his eyes, drowning in his emotions. I didn't say anything; I didn't need to. I leaned my forehead against his, our breaths mixing as we lingered there, feeling everything we couldn't put in words. I finally leaned forward, pressing my lips against his lightly, my thumb running along his cheek, his stubble tickling my skin. I pulled away, looking into his eyes momentarily, knowing there wouldn't be any turning back if we went down this road.

I didn't want to turn back.

We met in the middle, lips pressing hungrily against the other's, forgetting ourselves in the throngs of passion. My hands tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, our tongues battling between us. His hands slid down my sides and under my shirt. I pushed him back slightly so I could straddle his waist, our lips separating momentarily so he could pull my shirt over my head, before our lips met again.

His fingers trailed up my spine, tantalizingly slow, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. I gasped as he bit my bottom lip before he turned us over so he was hovering over me. He stared down into my eyes for a moment before his lips attached to my neck, trailing down my pulse to my collarbone. His fingers slipped down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans before slowly pulling them down my legs.

My fingers ran down his back, feeling the cuts and scrapes that littered his skin. He groaned as my hand slid around his side to his stomach, my hands undoing his belt and jeans, sliding them down as far as I could. I pushed him over so he was sitting on the bed, moving around him so I could pull his jeans the rest of the way off.

"You okay?" I breathed, squatting down between his knees, my hands resting on his thighs.

His hands slid up my arms before unclasping my bra, slowly sliding the straps down my arms. He tossed it somewhere in the room, his hands slowly sliding up my arms again.

"I'll take that as a yes." I breathed before kissing him again.

He pulled away, sliding up the bed so he was resting against the pillows. I crawled towards him, settling myself over his hips before leaning down so I could kiss him again. His hands slid up my back before moving between us to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples and my hips ground against his. A low growl escaped his lips, desire coursing through my body.

I moved so I could pull his boxers off, freeing his erection. I wrapped my hand around his base, pumping him a couple times, but he was more than ready. I pulled my underwear off before straddling him again, lining him up with my entrance before sinking down on him. We both groaned at the feeling, my body stilling for a moment as I adjusted to his size.

I started moving slowly, rolling my hips back and forth as he slid in and out of me. His hands settled on my hips, helping me move. I took his hands in mine, lacing our fingers together as I started moving faster, my walls already tightening around him. I looked down, watching in amazement as his cuts started closing, any signs that there were even marks there gone.

I gasped as he rolled us over, cradling me in his arms as he moved his hips slowly. This time was different that the other times we had sex. Usually it started slow, but escalated into rough, animalistic even, sex, but this...this was love. We were making love now, our passion driven by what had happened the past 24 hours...by everything that was threatening to tear us apart.

Derek shifted, lifting my legs over his shoulders before moving faster, hitting something deep inside me that had me coming undone in just a few strokes. He leaned down close to me, our noses almost touching as I felt a familiar swelling inside.

"Do it." I breathed as he cupped my neck, his thumbs running along my jaw. "Cum for me." I whispered and that was all it took.

His hips stuttered as he released inside me, his knot swelling to keep him there, locking us together. I groaned as my walls stretched, coming undone a second time just from the feeling.

We didn't move for quite some time after that, just laying there, my legs on his shoulders, my hands clutching his biceps, his arms around me, our foreheads pressed together as we breathed each other in.

"How do you feel?" I finally asked after a few minutes.

"Better. Not totally healed, but I feel better."

He pulled away slightly, letting my legs fall from his shoulders, making me wince slightly as he pulled on the knot. He angled his body slightly so he wasn't lying totally on me, his head resting on the pillow next to mine.

We lay in silence, just taking in each other's presence, coming down from our highs. Eventually the knot receded, Derek shifting so he could pull out of me before curling up beside me, taking me in his arms again.