A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…..*sighs*

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"I'm fine," the hunter protested loudly.

"No you're not," Derek pinned her shoulder with a single hand. "You have gashes on your legs and not to mention the slash marks across here," he ghosted his fingers parallel to the injuries on her chest. "What were you thinking Brook?"

"Like I said," she sighed irritably, "I am a hunter first and foremost. But remember I'm a human and as such I have emotions and lose control on occasion."

"So I noticed," he snorted.

"Look I'm sorry okay," she hollered. "I went to confront Scott but my anger got the better of me okay? I wasn't looking to kill him or anything. I only wanted to knock some sense into him."

Her voice deflated as the error of her mistake was sinking in.

"I didn't mean to scare you or make you freak out," she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"Brook, I'm not mad at you," Derek lowered her hand down. "I was worried about you. When you took off I found Stiles and we headed to Scott's…"

"But I should've had you with me," she admitted.

"No, it would've only made him angrier," Derek gently shot her words down. He turned and handed the pills over to the hunter, watching with a sharp eye as she downed the bitter tablets then hurriedly chased them with water.

"Considering the depth and number of wounds, it's gonna take a few days for you to fully heal. So for now you stay here."

"And what fun is that?" She pounded her fists on the comforter.

"None," Derek sat on the edge, "But it's going to keep you alive."

"So what you're gonna have someone babysit me? In case you haven't noticed I'm not exactly 12 anymore."

"Precisely why you need someone to keep an eye on you," Derek nodded.

"And who is the lucky but unfortunate soul?"

As if on cue, Stiles walked through the door.

"Someone call for a hunter sitter?"

"Oh come on," she protested. "Gilligan? I'm better off with the Alpha standing there!"

"Brook," Derek warned her.

"Fine," she sunk back in the bed knowing she was outnumbered. The bandages flexed and wavered with her movements. There was no point in arguing as she felt the burning sensation rip through the gashes.

"Anyways," Stiles dropped his bag, "I thought you could use some company for a while."

"And where are you going?" She arched an eyebrow towards Derek.

"Alpha hunting," he grabbed his leather jacket. "And to make sure Scott hasn't done anything stupid."

"Wishful thinking on the second part," she smirked.

"She doesn't move," Derek pointed at Stiles. His eyes briefly shot a cool sizzling blue. "If she moves or escapes, it's your head Stiles. No one comes in and she doesn't go out."

"Okay I get it tall dark and frightening!"

Derek's face morphed into a menacing stare before he left his hunter alone with the teen.

"Smooth," she crossed her arms and chided Stiles.

"What? I panicked," he was feeble in his defense.

"Did you find anything out about your chemistry teacher other than he looks like his under the age of 18?"

"No," Stiles shook his head.

"Figures," she sighed. "You know I need to take a walk or get out or something."

"Derek said you couldn't leave and I am not going to be turned into wolf chow!"

"Oh relax," she groaned while shifting to the edge of the bed. "I'm not asking you to go hiking in the Sierra Nevada Mountains or anything that extreme! Just a small walk around the property. I don't think that would hurt would it? Besides I can keep Derek from killing you."

"No way," Stiles shook his head. "I like being alive and in one piece!"

"Fine," she couldn't go too far anyways. "Let's take a look around the house then."

"Jackson's been torturing Scott," Stiles confessed to her.

"What? What's he been doing?"

"Scott said he was saying things….Thinks like he knew where you and Derek were and that your lives were in Scott's hands."

"Oh my god," she felt ill. "What is he trying now?"

"I think he may be onto Scott," Stiles looked uneasily at her. "And what do you by mean trying now?"

"Son of a bitch," she braced her torso with her forearm, waiting for the pain to pass. "He came by here a few days ago after the attack at the school."

"Oh my god," Stiles was beginning to panic. "What did he say? What did he do?"

"He had one of Scott's gloves and a nail…..A wolf's nail. But that's not all of it: Derek said he wants me if you catch my drift."

"So not good! So not good! So not good!"

"Gilligan you need to calm down okay?" Brooklyn took a agonizingly slow deep breath.

"Calm down? Oh yeah with Jackson figuring out what's going on! And how he's been stalking you and let's not mention the part where he tried screwing you when he was in la la land!"

"He doesn't remember that okay?" Brooklyn hissed.

"Well Derek sure does," Stiles flung his hands up.

"He hasn't seen the marks on my neck yet," Brooklyn realized. "He doesn't know about the Derek and I."

"And how is that reassuring?"

"Knowing him he could use it in some way or another against us. If Argent gets to him and somehow gets it out of him….."

"We can't let that happen!"

"Right," Brooklyn paused and bit her bottom lip. She got an idea. "Why don't we work together?"

Stiles shook his head like he was hearing things. Did she just say what he thought she just said?

"You heard me right," she confirmed his thoughts. "I need someone to keep an eye out for anything strange since I can't be showing my face around town."

"Well there was someone at the school. My dad said he was state police from over in Sacramento."

"Really? You wouldn't happen to have seen what they looked like now would ya?"

"He was kind of short and had really short blonde hair and wore a black trench type coat over his suit. It was dark blue with white shirt and red tie."

Stiles watched as recognition trickled in her eyes while the color in her face drained.

"No," she shook her head, "No, no, no….."

"Did I say something?"

"No, you didn't Stiles," Brooklyn felt her temples begin to throb and massaged the raging veins. "But we now have a new problem."

"Ah man now what?"

"That man you described isn't a state cop. He's a hunter. Argent brought him in the son of a bitch!"

"What do you mean he brought him in? Brook what are you not telling me? Come on talk to me please?"

"Tyhurst knows me from way back," Brooklyn was general in her words. "At one time we were allies or friends but he went off with Argent and that was that."

"That's it?"

"I'm not one to delve into certain…..things Stiles," she averted her eyes away from his questioning one. "So let's just leave it at that okay?"

"Does Derek know about this?"

"No," Brooklyn shook her head.

"Should we tell him?"

"I will," she nodded.

"So what are we going to do?" Stiles flopped on the bed beside her.

"You need to keep an eye on Jackson and if you can see what Danny knows. And if you see Tyhurst again let me know where and when okay?"

Stiles was ecstatic at the idea of working with the hunter. It was some strange dream coming true!

"So how about that little walk around the house now?"

Stiles jumped up and wrapped his arm delicately around her waist but still allowing her to stand on her own.

"Thanks," she smiled as they headed through the door and out the hall.


Derek caught the scent of death.

He traversed cautiously through the woods, knowing he was close to the park as the scent continued drawing him in. Death danced with soot, flesh and wood as he neared the edge of the clearing. His eyes caught the faint glow of the flames in the trash can but that wasn't all his eyes revealed. The charred smoldering remains were nauseating to the werewolf's senses as he pinched his nose and felt his eyes start to water.

The body was sticking feet up from the dying miniature inferno. Derek could see the face was badly burnt beyond recognition along with the hair and eyes. The arms and hands were free of skin, licked away by the hungry flames. He caught the embers wedged in the legs of the jeans which ignited the now crisp denim.

Derek didn't have to guess what was behind this brutal animalistic assault. He scanned the area hearing nor smelling any other human or otherwise in the vicinity. But something else did catch his attention. Off in the woods, concealed in a shallow ditch was another. His throat had been ripped along with the chest. Ribs protruded from the chaotic mess, dull grayish white sticks that were more like narrow tombstones than bones.

"The Alpha," he knew he had to get back to the house. Knowing someone else would find these poor bastards, Derek raced back through the woods.


"Hey Stiles," Brooklyn motioned for the teen to join her. "Check this out."

Stiles knelt down beside her as she brushed the layer of ash and dust with her fingers. His mind slowly registered what his eyes were seeing.

Etched in the boards was the spiral.

"What's that doing here?"

"Good question," Brooklyn muttered. She traced her finger around the tight flawless curves, sensing the chill that raced down her spine then fanned throughout her body.

"Okay now this is getting weird and scary," Stiles held out his hands in a stop gesture.

"Weird yes but scary no," she shook her head. "This is another piece, a clue for us Stiles. You ever done a puzzle?"

"Yeah," Stiles wondered where this was going.

"It's a piece of this strange sick and sad puzzle we've been trying to solve for weeks. Those killings and that deer with the spiral are the other pieces. We're missing the one crucial piece that will give us that scary picture."

"Right," Stiles exhaled.

The front door was violently swung open then slammed as Derek returned.

"Brook!" He charged through the parlor to where the hunter and teen resided.

"What happened?" She saw the apprehension looming in his eyes. "Did you find him? Did you find the Alpha?"

"No," he shook his head. "Two more are dead."

Brooklyn instantly went for the list in her pocket and looked at the two names.

"I think we know who they were," she tapped the paper.

"And what killed them," Derek finished.


Tyhurst stood at the edge of the property and looked up at the house then down at his gun. Argent and the others didn't know he was there as this was a recon mission. But the hunter knew better as Derek Hale was surely here along with Brooklyn. The bullets were loaded with wolfsbane and white mountain ash as he also carried a stun gun in his jacket.

It was stupid to go alone but that was the chance he was willing to take.

The hunter started up towards the house as Derek could hear his footfalls and heart already.


"We've got company," Derek muttered.

"How many?" Brooklyn went for her gun but it was upstairs in the Derek's room.

"One," he unfurled his hands revealing the opaque sharp nails, "A stupid one."

"Derek there's something you need to know," Derek snapped his head towards Brooklyn. "Argent called for backup; a hunter named Tyhurst."

"What?" Derek was angered. "When did this happen?"

"I told her Derek," Stiles came to her aid. "I saw him at the school talking to my dad. I just told her not even an hour ago so please don't get mad at her."

Derek closed his eyes and nodded. Brooklyn's heart wasn't racing.

"Let's take care of him," he linked her hand with his, "Together."

"You got that right," she ignored the heat throbbing from beneath the bandages as they awaited the hunter.

Okay I'm freaking psyched for tomorrow night! And even if Derek doesn't make it (Which I hope he makies it out okay) Derelyn will live on! And I am going to leave the poll on my profile for a few more days then put a new one up! And for those of you that want to see the Jackson story I was talking about, I am thinking something dark maybe?