A/N's at the bottom guys, important! And I really recommend to listen to the song while reading the chapter!

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"Like I heard that
Like I heard that
Place your heart with anyone
Place your heart with anyone

Don't fear God or love
Don't fear God or love

And you can say it's all my fault baby
And you can say it's all my fault baby
Taste the blood that's in your mouth
Take turns screaming back and forth
And there's nothing we can do
It's the last word
That's how the argument goes
That's how the argument goes

Anger is a sure fire
And it burns through our lives
Are you more than every one
Are you more than every one..." The Argument by Aidan Hawken


"Derek, come on, stay awake!" I said, patting his cheek. Before we left, I took off his bloodied shirt, and tossed it away because it was no use now. I also balled up my knit cardigan, making him a small pillow. And we were only one fourth of the way there, perfect. Just perfect.

He didn't listen to me. His eyes kept closing. Lol, nope, not gonna' happen.

I reached across from him, into the glove compartment with one hand on the steering wheel. I opened it and I yanked out a CD that I hated but kept just in case of Stiles. I opened it with one hand and placed it into the CD slot, turning up the volume.

And suddenly, "Take your medication, Roman/Take a short vacation, Roman/You'll be okay (Stop it mother please)/You need to know your station, Roman/Some alterations on your clothes and your brain (Get me out of here, mother)/Take a little break, little break/From your silencing…"

"What. The. Hell. Is. That?" Derek growled as Nicki Minaj blared through the speakers of the Camaro.

I grinned, feigning innocence, "Oh, I'm sorry, did you need your sleep? Sorry, I just really needed to catch up on my daily music vibe."

His hand reached out to snatch the CD out but I slapped it away, glancing toward him. Derek glared at me and tried to get a hold of the CD again, but this time I took his hand and sat on it.

He raised an eyebrow at me and slowly shook out his other hand, "I still have another hand."

I smirked, "I still have a beautiful, melodic death metal screaming voice."

"You're not gonna' let me close my eyes, are you?"

"Nope," I shook my head, "not until your wounds magically disappear."

He sneered at me and then looked over at the speedometer and at me, then back at the meter and back at me. "What?" I asked.

"You're going 95,"

"Yes, I am," I said, slowly, dodging cars that were in front of us. "Thank you for noticing."

"Alright, I'm done asking you questions."

"Good boy,"


It was getting darker with every passing minute, it was 7:30. I've been on this highway for an hour and I'm still a good hour and half away from the stupid Motel. And Derek's wounds had yet to heal, like, honestly, come on. I am not stitching them back up.

I sighed, this has seriously been bugging me since I got Derek in the car. I gulped and said, quietly, "Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"How is it possible…how are you…I just – I saw, we saw you -"

"How did I manage to get myself up?" He asked, and I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows. Derek looked apprehensive about giving me his answer, stared me up and down before replying, "I don't know. I just did."

Not very satisfying, so all I could actually come up with was, "Oh,"

"Remember when I caught you impersonating me?" He quickly changed subjects. Um. Odd. "You had on my leather jacket and you were talking to yourself in the mirror with a strangely deep voice?" I decided to roll with the flow, why not right?

I laughed, saying, "Oh, come on, I thought you were gone. And that was a pretty accurate impersonation."

"Really?" He asked, disbelievingly. "'I'm Derek, the big bad ass Alpha, the best in world' seems like something I'd say on a daily basis?"

I shrugged, "Hey, I also said that you would save the world by taking down the sissy Alpha's and the evil Doofenshmirtz Druid! I gave you props, be grateful."

"Huh, you're right. Thank you for your vote of confidence,"

"Rude,"

"Look, I won't close my eyes, can we just stop listening to this…thing?!"

I side – glanced him, "…Derek, the CD's been out for a good 15 minutes."

"I can hear her everywhere," he groaned. "Oh my god, she's contagious."

"That's Nicki Minaj,"

"That is: who gives a shit, she's terrible." I laughed aloud at his Nicki Minaj hate. "Abs, did you try calling them?"

"Yes! Once every five minutes and no one's answering – it's ridiculous!" I'm bringing up the topic, I don't care. It was necessary. "So, kicking us out is your way of protecting us, huh?"

I heard him sigh, "Are you really gonna' bring this up now?"

"Yes, Derek," I said, bluntly, "I'm bringing this up now after I found you – alive."

"Look, Abby, acting the way I did was a price I was willing to pay."

"And what happens then? You don't need protecting? You're not exactly immune to death, now are you?" I mocked. "Derek, I'm already marked because I'm Scott's sister. They want you and him and we're all just gonna' be in the middle of it and that's the truth because as much as you want to protect me, I won't be. I will always be an open target."

"Abby -"

"Look, I know you want me safe from all of this but that just won't happen – I'm literally in between you and Scott and they know that. If I'm gone, you and Scott will fall to their traps, so I'll have to be careful. You don't need to watch over me because you're the one that taught me everything I know."

"Abby, listen to me, you shot three wolves -"

" - the twins count as one -"

"Abby," he said, sternly. I sent him an apologetic look and nodded for him to continue. "Three wolves, three Alpha's - they might see you as a threat now and they might hurt you or anyone you care for and I will do whatever it takes to make sure no one innocent dies."

"Is that your subtle way of saying you care for everyone?" I smirked and he rolled his eyes, ya see, he does care – a lot.

"More importantly, I can't risk losing you. I have to make sure you're safe."

"But you can't keep on going with these Kamikaze missions!" I exclaimed. "Look at yourself! I know, I get it, you can't risk losing me, I know that but you need to bang it in your thick skull that I can't lose you either! You don't understand what the hell I went through when I thought you were gone!"

"Then tell me," he said, monotonously. "Make me understand,"

Really? Was I really going to tell him while he's bleeding excessively? Screw it.

"I feel it, Derek." Immediately, he turned to snap his head to look at me. "When something happens to you, I have this sudden rush of…panic and I know you're in trouble. It's like Jasper Cullen freaky, okay?!"

I groaned, "Especially last night, and this morning because all I felt was utter pain and hopelessness. It was so…overwhelming; it's just that there was so much hurt in me and I couldn't do anything to help myself or to help you and that scared me, Derek. Losing you is something I can't handle." I stopped and took a breath, giving him a quick glance to see him listening intently. "I guess, it's like some kind of em -"

"Empathetic bond," he finished, sighing.

"Oh please, oh please, oh please tell me you know that is because I'm as useless as toothpick."

He raised an eyebrow at that comparison but said, "When it comes to you and something's wrong, I know it -"

"It happens with you two?! Okay, so what is it?" I asked, anxiously. "I'm not a witch, right? I don't wanna' be a witch – Hocus Pocus terrified me when I was a kid. I don't wanna' be Hocus Pocus! What if I'm like Sarah Jessica Parker?! I don't wanna' look like a horse! What if I start looking like a horse?! Oh my -"

"Abby," Derek grumbled, as he glared at me. "It all probably just means that we have a deeper bond then we let on -"

"Bond!? Derek, we've been dating for almost five months! The only thing we should have is sex," I sneered, "and I've been deprived of that for two weeks!" He let out a small chuckle. "How dare you laugh at my misery?!"

"It's not a big deal -"

"Not a big deal? Derek, all I've felt for the past 24 hours is pain and despair and that's not a big deal?!"

He exhaled, agitatedly and seethed, "All it means is that we have an empathetic bond – that's it." I humphed from my seat, pouting, and he sighed, "I'm sorry, Abby, I know you're worried. Think of it like a signal – an S.O.S signal. I feel something, I know you're in trouble and if you feel something, I'm in trouble. You're gonna' be fine."

"But why didn't I feel anything before, like with the…Kanima situation? We were both affected by it, numerous times but I didn't feel anything."

"We probably did something to strengthen it," he softly shrugged.

We drove in silence for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts. Empathetic bond? I'm not like, bounded to him, was I? Because that'd be weird. I mean, it'd be nice knowing that he was my future…maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Being my anchor means a lot of things, Abby."

"What does that mean?"

Derek turned his head, to smirk, and said, "You'll figure it out."

Of course.


"I think we're almost there," I said, relieved as we passed the same rest area I was at a few hours ago. Oh my god, I'm really starting to hate cars. My butt is numb, okay!?

"And what's your spontaneous plan?"

"Burst through their doors with a bunch of balloons and firecrackers, screaming that you're well and kicking. It's pretty full proof." I nodded to myself, extremely positive that this would work until I heard a scoff. I turned to glare at Derek and he just put his hands up, innocently as he had a playful smirk on his face. "Stop judging me with those green eyes, that's a huge disadvantage, okay?!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the topic changed because he went all 'Derek serious mode'. He said, sighing, "Abby, look, I gotta' um – I gotta' do something that I don't wanna' do."

"If you need to fart, get out of the -"

Derek widened his eyes, "What?! No." He looked at me as if I've gone ludicrous. I hate Ludicrous. "I've been thinking about how that I'll always want to protect you."

"Okay," I drawled, wondering what the hell he was going on about.

"You know, I would do anything to make sure you're safe," I nodded, slowly, still confused, "even if it means losing you." And cue my head snapping toward his direction.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, "Are we really back to this again?"

His reply came immediately and bluntly, "I think we need to take a break. I know -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa – you are not breaking up with me." I firmly said, standing my ground. "How can you even let that thought cross your mind?"

"Because Abby," he exploded, "everyone around me gets hurt!"

I whispered, gulping, "Derek, I'm not everyone – I'm me and I've been hurt before, many times but I promise you, you're not gonna' lose me."

"I know," he said, quietly, "which is why I'm breaking up with you. If we can somehow make the Alpha's believe that I don't care for you – maybe they'll leave you alone."

"But Derek -"

"Deucalion threatened you, Abby." And that sentence made me shut up. "If I don't join them, I'm gonna' lose you forever."

"And if you do?" I questioned, softly.

"You'll be safe,"

I let a few minutes of silence pass by when I realized Derek's side of this. And it made me understand how much Derek actually did care for me. Oh my God, I hate my life.

"There really isn't any choice, is there?"

"You got dragged into something I don't want you in, there is no other option."

"Okay,"

"Okay, what?"

My voice cracked, "We're uh – we're breaking up."


"SCOTT!? STILES!?" Their heads immediately turned to look where I was standing, my face etched with panic.

When we reached the Glen Capri, all we saw was a big yellow bus blocking our view of anything but sparks of red orange light. I, of course, decided to check it out, because Derek has yet to heal. So, imagine my reaction when I see Allison and Lydia standing away from my two boys who were crying and a stick of some sort of fire next to a carton of gasoline, which Scott was drenched in.

Okay.

You know, Junior year really sucks.

I think I might be the one who needs a support group.

I definitely need a support group.

An abrupt (and somewhat cliché) breeze brush blew past my bare shoulders, shifting my gaze over to where that stick lay and watched in utter terror as it slowly rolled over to the wet pavement.

Lydia took the word right out of my head, "NO!"

And I immediately dove for boy closest to me, which was Scott. I tackled him to the ground, shielding his head from the instant explosion. For a moment, I couldn't hear anything apart from a faint whistling – I'm really wondering if this bus was damaged because I couldn't fit 20 kids in the Camaro.

Eventually, the flames decreased their size and I became mother hen, dude, I don't know.

"What the hell were you - ?!"

"Abby?!"

"Derek?!"

"Derek!?"

"Scott?!"

"Isaac?! Boyd?!"

"Derek!?"

"Shut up!" Allison interrupted.

"I am surrounded by idiots," I silently muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. I lifted my head and sent a grateful look toward Allison, "Thank you,"

"Yeah, no problem,"

I turned to look at my ex – oh my god, my heart – boyfriend and pointed toward the Camaro, "Go," I scolded.

"Ab -"

"OH NAH INJURED HUNK!" I wiggled my index finger at him, "GO!" He threw his hands up in the air, exasperatedly before trudging his way over to our car. Or his car. Sigh. I am very emotionally drained right now.

"Ab -"

"No one talks here but me!" I growled at Isaac, pointing at myself. He put up his hands, innocently and then motioned me to proceed. "You!" I pointed at Stiles and Scott, as they both visibly gulped. Yeah, they better gulp.

And continue with my ranting, "What the hell were you two thinking?! Did it happen to even cross your mind of what I would go through if we haven't pushed you twats away?!"

I bent down and picked up a hand full of tiny pieces of gravel. I got up, playing with the small rocks and glared at the two idiotic teenage boys. I was gonna' murder them with sedimentation.

"Abby, what're you -"

I interrupted Stiles by throwing the little rocks at him and Scott. "You!" Throw. "Little!" Throw. "Pieces!" Throw. "Of!" Throw. "Poop!"

I heard a snicker. Was someone…laughing? Well, I know who was gonna' get die next. I turned to glower at Isaac and Boyd, who were holding their fists to their mouths – trying to stop the laughs that escaped. However, when they saw me and my fire eyes, they simultaneously stopped.

My left eye twitched as I quickly stomped my way over to the pair of betas and smacked their heads together, hearing a loud 'clonk'. They hurriedly recoiled away from each other and started massaging the sides of their heads.

I looked over at Isaac and started pounding on his chest.

"Ow!" Punch. "Abby?!" Punch. "Stop – what're you – what did I do?!"

And one more punch. He narrowed his eyes at me while I glared up at him, "You do not hang up on me. Ever! Do you understand how worried I was?!" I looked away from him, averting my eyes toward every single one of them that were standing near us. "Do any of you understand how worried I was?"

"Abby -"

I interrupted Scott and whispered, "Why didn't any of you answer your phones?"

The sudden perplexed looks each of them gave me, made me confused too. And, instantly, they all reached for their phones and some gasped (Stiles) while others gaped.

"67 calls and texts?" Boyd questioned and I nodded, knowing what was going through each of their minds.

"You never got the calls, did you?" They all shook their heads while I sighed, "This Druid bro is a real bitch. Well, guys, Derek's alive and I'm gonna' go buy some gas and you bitches are gonna' sleep elsewhere, understood?"

I started to walk away, to find the nearest gas station. It couldn't be that far, could it? I mean, there's a motel here, a gas station shouldn't be too far? Unless, the Druid wanted to mess with me further and make me walk 16 miles.

…Even Satan wouldn't do that to me.

"Abby," I abruptly heard. I turned around to see Isaac jogging over to me, I raised an eyebrow – he needed rest. I looked past him to see everyone else getting into the unscathed bus (thank god). "I'll go with you."

"Isaac, you need rest, go inside the bus. I'll be fine," I smiled.

"I'm fine, c'mon, I insist." I rolled my eyes, such Beacon Hills hospitality. He nudged his shoulder with mine, "C'mon," he nudged it again, with a goofy smile, "c'mon."

"Alright, okay, fine," I said, feigning annoyance. Isaac laughed and swung an around around my shoulders as we walked on the pavement of the dark highway.

A few feet of comfortable silence, I wondered, "Hey, Isaac?"

"Yeah,"

"About what you said when you called me -"

"I meant every word, even if I was somewhat possessed." I laughed, while he continued, "You mean so much to me, Abby, and with you, I do feel better." I gaped, not knowing what to say and then he said, "Thank you."

"I'll always be there Isaac, I promise."

"Yeah, I know, you somehow managed to get your ass here in two hours."

"I would've gotten there sooner if I wasn't ambushed by a shopping cart." He laughed, while I resisted the urge to pull out my hair, thinking about the stray shopping cart in the middle of the road. I laughed with him, sighing, somewhat happy – given the events that occurred today. I smiled, "I love you, Isaac, you know that?"

For a split second, I thought I felt him waver but when I turned to look at him, he had a huge grin on his face, like he was impressed at himself, "Yeah, I know, who doesn't, right?"

I laughed, hitting him on the shoulder. Isaac chuckled, before saying, "I love you, too, Abs."

"If I had the option, I'd flee to Australia to avoid all this and live in a kangaroo's pouch."

"You give me anxiety."

"I try,"

"Sadist,"

"Only on weekends,"


Derek sat in between my legs, his head tucked in the crook of my neck while my hand subconsciously stroked the side of his face. We shifted over to the backseat because it would've been easier to sleep here rather than sleeping in the front. Yes, we were still at the Glen Capri because I wasn't gonna' let any of them out of my sight. But, Derek has yet to heal and it's freaking me out.

"How are you not healing?" I whispered, mostly to myself because I was worried out of my mind.

He answered anyways, "I'm not sure, I should've healed hours ago."

"Maybe it's that Druid, it clearly wants me to be miserable,"

"Maybe," he breathed, taking a hold of my hand – the one that wasn't stroking his face – and slid his fingers through it.

"Gee, thanks," I said, sarcastically. I could practically see the smirk on his face, that dumb butt.

I sighed and apparently, that sigh caught his attention because he quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"You're seriously asking me that when two members of your pack and my little brother almost committed suicide?"

"That's not it, is it?"

"I mean, it could be because we broke up a couple of hours ago, but who's complaining right?"

This time, he sighed, "I don't like it either, Abby."

"How are we gonna' prove it them, huh?" I seethed. "That we don't care for each other? That being away from you is 'okay' for me? Derek, if you haven't realized, I'm not the best liar -"

"Which is why I'm gonna' be the one to break up with you," I raised an eyebrow at him and he continued, as if seeing my expression, "we're not together anymore because you're a distraction for me." Even if it wasn't real, it still hurt like a bitch.

I tried swallowing the lump that was forming in my throat but I failed because I croaked out, "O-okay,"

"If we survive all this -"

"- when we survive all this," I corrected, biting my bottom lip, just trying to stop the tears from flowing. Derek tightened his hold on my hand, stroking my index finger.

He let out a small breathy chuckle, before saying, "When we survive all this, we're gonna' be together."

"Promise?" I mumbled, pressing the side of my cheek on top of his head.

"I promise,"

I sighed, shakily, while drawing random shapes on Derek's collar bone – careful not to touch any on his slits. Abruptly, he shifted his position so that his head was resting on top of my shoulder and he was looking at me. I turned my head and my breath hitched when I saw that he was only a couple of centimeters away. I don't even know why that surprised me. I'm such an idiot.

He pressed up against my neck, kissing my neck and letting his lips rest there. Tears were gathering up in my eyes, blurring my vision while one thought was circulating my head: I love you. I love you. I love you.

"Green Eyes?" He didn't say anything, just nodded, waiting for me to speak. "I don't know if I'll ever get to tell you this because of everything that's happening, but I really just want you to know that I lo-"

"I know," he intervened and my heart clenched. He knew? How long? But how? When? Why? I didn't – I don't, dude, what?!

Derek lifted his head off my shoulder and looked straight into my eyes. Green eyes, beautiful green eyes staring into boring brown ones. He lifted his hand and brushed a tiny piece of hair away from my face.

"I do too,"

I tried – I tried so hard to not cry or let my lips tremble or let a tear fall but it all deemed useless. Derek forcefully pressed his lips against my shaky ones and kissed me hard while my hands instantly gripped the nape of his neck and shoulder, not wanting us to separate.

He loves me. He loves me. Derek Hale loves me.

I pulled away when I felt something against my abdomen. I looked down at his torso, seeing his slashes stitch back together, go werewolf magic, am I right? No. No jokes because I am officially heartbroken.

"Your wounds are healing," I softly uttered, wrapping my arms around his shoulder, burying my face in his chest.

"No," he muttered, grasping my hip, pulling me closer, "they're not." Yeah, I'm not really healing either, Green Eyes.


DON'T KILL ME, OK. I HAVE A FAMILY AND A BOYFRIEND, ALRIGHT!? I APOLOGIZE, DON'T STOP READING, I PROMISE IT'LL GET BETTER.

Okay, so, A/N 1: This is a wiiii bit late because of Fanfiction, I don't know, it didn't let me upload anything, something went wrong with this apparently. I don't know.

A/N 2: The poll will be up until I post the next chapter which will be Saturdayish? I don't know, but what I do know is that my wifi will go out on Thursday. Pray for me, guys. But I will get it back Saturday, hopefully!

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