Here's the next chapter for you guys! And guess what, I finally got a beta for this story.

So a big big BIG thank you to Lessienamandil (aka Gejj) for being my beta for this story, starting with this chapter.

More notes at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: Teen wolf and its characters are not owned by me. I will not take credit for it. It belongs to it's rightful owners.

Derek hardly even watched the way Scott was pacing again. He didn't feel the need to stop the beta either. No matter how much he was being stared at, it wasn't like he noticed the looks anyway.

They were at the local hospital, not the Beacon Hills one. Derek hadn't bothered thinking about the difference. He'd gotten the pack to retreat, then he'd brought Stiles straight to the hospital to be checked out. He had known that the boy was still alive. He could hear his heartbeat, although it had been faint and weak.

Isaac was curled up on the chair beside him, his legs pulled all the way up to his chest. He was staring at Scott without really seeing him, his eyes unfocused and too wide. Everyone seemed to be switching between giving him and Scott weird looks.

Allison was on his other side, watching Scott silently. She knew better than to try and stop him from pacing right now. He'd be up again in seconds, not able to handle the tension. She wasn't that much better off anyway. None of them were.

Lydia was off somewhere with Jackson. Derek hadn't even realised that the other wolf had come to help, until he had called the pack to retreat. He was slightly surprised to see Jackson running along the others, but was far too worried about Stiles to bother questioning him.

Shaking his head, Derek glanced over at where Melissa was trying to calm down the Sherriff. She kept casting glances over at Scott, then at Isaac and finally on the other two members of the pack sitting in the room. She obviously had too much on her mind to focus on completely calming Stiles' father.

Derek felt his own mind beginning to wander as he returned his gaze to Scott, so it was no surprise that he jumped slightly when the doctor called for sheriff Stilinski.

All of the werewolves glanced up, their eyes falling straight on the two talking, assuming that they couldn't be heard by the group sitting in the waiting room.

"How is he?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, his voice holding the hint of his panic.

"Not good I'm afraid. He has several broken ribs, deep lacerations, bad bruising, head injuries and has suffered from a great deal of stress. Every inch of his body is covered in lacerations or bruising. Most are infected and he has lost a lot of blood. Two or three more days of bleeding out and he'd be dead. Also, his body seems to have had to deal with multiple electric shocks. We have no idea why. But his body has been almost fried from the inside, like electricity was being pumped into him from a direct source. The amount in him is a lot. Anymore and he would've died from electric shock, never mind the bleeding." The doctor explained.

"Will he make it?"

There it was, the full sound of panic in the sheriff's voice.

"To be absolutely honest with you, we doubt it. His body won't even go in a coma to help him heal. He's still far too hyped up on adrenaline and is in a lot of pain. Not to mention that we don't know the extent of his head injuries. The next 48 hours will be crucial. If he goes downhill in that time, you might have to end up saying goodbye."

Derek's eyes flew straight to Scott and he was beside the other wolf in a second, catching him just as his legs gave out and his eyes flooded with tears. Without saying a word, he lowered the two of them to the ground and wrapped his arms around Scott, pulling him tightly against him and letting him cry it out.

Allison was alongside him a minute later, her hand resting gently on Derek's arm. When he turned to look at her, she glanced up at the sheriff before back at him. Nodding, Derek disentangled himself from Scott and let his girlfriend take over comforting him.

Before he went over to the sheriff, he stopped by Isaac, putting a hand on his shoulder so that he looked up.

He studied the look in Isaac's eyes before pulling him up off the chair, and into a quick hug, giving him as much comfort in that small amount of time as he could before he helped him back down and pulled away.

He stopped once more, besides Melissa this time.

"Miss McCall…." He began.

"Please Derek. Call me Melissa."

"Okay. Melissa, can I ask that you watch Isaac for me? At least while I talk to the sheriff. As you can tell, we heard the news. And the boys are taking it harder than anyone else. Allison has Scott mostly covered."

She smiled and nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Of course I can do that Derek."

He continued on to the sheriff, who he followed into an empty room, so that the sheriff could feel like this was private. But Derek knew that even though the others were upset, they'd still be listening out.

"Sir…."

"Derek….what happened?"

Derek bit his lip before leaning back against the wall. He had been expecting this ever since the sheriff had been called.

"I….Are you sure you want to know?"

"My son is injured and possibly dying. I'm pretty sure I want to know who the bastards are, that did this!"

Derek exhaled before explaining, obviously not mentioning anything about werewolves.

"As you know, Jackson left without a word of notice a few weeks back. Stiles had hoped that he might be able to find him and convince him to come home. Scott and Isaac were helping him most days. But….five days ago, Stiles finally found out something. Scott and Isaac had been at Scott's, caring for the puppies. Instead of calling them, Stiles went out to find Jackson alone.

He was here for about 5 minutes before Scott called him. They were talking when Scott heard the sound of Stiles' jeep over the phone. He was also speaking quickly, like something had spooked him. The next Scott knows, he's hearing the sound of breaking glass and the crashing of metal before dead silence. It was then that we knew something was wrong.

Scott, Isaac and I came up here, hoping to find Stiles. It took us four days to find him. By the time we found him….well….you know the injuries he has. They'd tied his hands to chains and had strung him from the roof, leaving him hanging while they tortured him. They had him connected to an electric box and seemed to be electrocuting him. Not enough to kill him to begin with…..but enough to make him scream in pain."

Derek paused when he saw the pained look on the sheriff's face but he continued when he was given a pointed look.

"We called Lydia and Allison here to help us, then we went and rescued Stiles. Jackson showed up during the middle of it. Once we got Stiles, we brought him straight here and you were called. And you know the rest." He finished.

Sheriff Stilinski was silent for several minutes before he spoke, his voice unnervingly calm and even.

"Who was it that did this?"

"Uhh…..Some people I know…" He muttered softly.

That calm look was gone in an instant, replaced by anger.

"You know who did it?"

"Uhh yeah. I can only assume that Stiles was taken as a way of getting to me. They probably figured that he was close to me or something like that."

It was then that he lied. Derek knew that Stiles had been taken to get at the pack, mainly him. Stiles reeked of pack scent and Derek. And the puppies Derek was currently caring for.

And, not like he'd admit it, but seeing Stiles like that had been hard. Seeing him tied up, bloody and bruised. The rage that he'd also felt had been enough for him to gain the upper hand with that damn alpha. He had been lucky that Stiles had been Derek's main concern. Otherwise, Derek would have ripped him and his pack to shreds for even touching Stiles.

Shaking his head, he refocused to see the barrel of the sheriff's gun pointed at him.

"Easy sir….I uhh."

"Shut up! It's your fault he's dying! It's your fault that Stiles got hurt!" He growled out, stepping forward.

Derek pressed himself back against the wall, his eyes never leaving the gun or the sheriff's face. He knew that the bullet wouldn't kill him. But explaining the healing would be something he didn't want to deal with.

"I don't deny that. The fact is, it is my fault. The people who attacked him had a problem with me, not him. He got caught in the crossfire. And there's nothing I can do to change that."

Sheriff Stilinski faltered then. He glanced over the other man, not yet lowering his weapon.

It was then that Melissa burst through the door. She took one look at their position before she glared at Sheriff Stilinski.

"John, put the gun down right now! Or have you forgotten that Derek was part of the group that saved your son?!"

"Why?! Have you forgotten that he has been arrested more than once by the police? And anyway, he just confessed that it was his fault for Stiles getting hurt!" He retorted, not removing his gaze from Derek.

"Do you really think that he's to blame? Stiles was kidnapped. Derek can't be blamed for that, whether he knew the kidnappers or not. But he did risk himself for your son."

John narrowed his eyes but again didn't move. Derek didn't move either, not wanting a bullet through his skull, or chest for that matter.

"And? Who's to say they won't get Stiles again?"

"You really think that any of the boys would let that happen? Or you for that matter. Just….lower the gun and let us talk about this. There's no need to shoot poor Derek after what he's done."

John looked at her before he lowered his weapon, sighing defeatedly. Derek glanced him over before he turned back to Melissa when she muttered his name under her breath, making sure John couldn't hear her.

"Derek, you need to get out there right now. Scott's starting to turn. Allison's trying to keep him under control but she can only do so much. She doesn't have the strength you do."

Derek nodded and was out the door and by Scott's side in seconds. He placed one hand on the shifting beta's back, bending down slightly to look at him.

"Calm down Scott. You can't shift in front of everyone." He muttered quietly, glancing at where others were watching them.

However, Scott didn't even seem to hear him. Derek growled softly before pulling him up to his feet and dragging him away, grabbing Isaac by the arm and dragging him off as well.

He dragged both betas into another empty room before shutting the door and bolting it shut. He pulled down all blinds so that no one could see in the room, then he turned to the two of them.

Scott was already shifted, hunched over on the ground and watching Derek. Isaac seemed to still be keeping control but he knew better.

"Let it out. Both of you. Just….no howls for now. You can howl as much as you want once we're away from all things human."

Scott didn't need to be told twice. At once he leapt at Derek, his eyes shining brighter than usual. He went straight to trying to claw as much of the alpha as he could.

Derek just stood there and didn't move to push him away. He let Scott take his anger out on him. It wasn't like he couldn't heal any injury the werewolf inflicted. He wasn't an alpha after all.

Derek's eyes followed Scott, just as Isaac finally let go and attacked as well. He took a few steps back to brace himself as both started tearing into him.

It went on for several minutes when both of them finally stopped. Isaac controlled himself first. He leapt away from Derek and stayed huddled on the floor. Slowly, he de-wolfed and sat up, watching as Scott finally calmed down as well.

Derek waited until they focused themselves before he let out a soft sigh and shook out the tension in his muscles.

He went to Scott first, bending down and pulling the beta up into a sitting position. He could tell he was absolutely exhausted from the way Scott leant heavily against him. After all, his body was slowly healing any and all wounds he got from the alpha pack.

His eyes went to Isaac as the beta stood up, wincing as it pulled at his healing wounds. Derek helped Scott stand before they both moved over to Isaac. He caught him just as his legs gave out a little.

"I think it's time we got both of you back to the motel. Let you rest up so that you can heal." He said, already helping the two of them out of the room.

"What about Stiles?" Scott asked, glancing back towards Stiles' room.

"I'll come back here once you two are back safely. I'll watch him. The alpha pack isn't gonna get him a second time."

Scott accepted that and allowed Derek to lead him away. Allison, Lydia and Jackson met them back in the waiting room.

"You guys ready to call it a night?" He asked when he got to them.

"We can't just leave Stiles!" Allison said.

Derek shook his head and moved the two betas a little further forward.

"I'll take the boys back to the motel, then I'll come back and watch Stiles." He answered.

Jackson glanced over to both girls before going over and standing next to Isaac, getting the beta to lean against him instead of Derek.

"Stay here. We'll take them back." He said simply, already getting Isaac to move forward.

"You sure?"

"You said it before. Stiles was taken because the alpha pack wanted to get to us. If we leave him alone, it leaves him open to another attack. And I hate to admit it, but we're not strong enough to protect him against an alpha on our own. You are. Besides, someone's gotta get that wreck of a car picked up and fixed."

Derek watched them, letting Allison take over on helping Scott move. He let them go, waiting until they'd gone out of his hearing range before he turned and stalked straight towards Stiles' room.

He ignored everyone he passed, his focus already completely on the unconscious boy. However, he hesitated once he got to the door.

Squaring his shoulders, he pushed it open and stepped into the room, letting the door swing gently shut behind him. He moved until he was in sight of the bed before he stopped, taking in the sight.

Stiles was lying unconscious on the bed. He was hooked up to several machines and their beeping was the only noise in the room apart from Stiles' faint, uneven breathing.

Slowly moving forward, Derek took a seat beside his bed. His eyes went over every visible patch or bandage, showing that there was an injury there.

His claws dug into the arms of the hospital chair as he averted his eyes, sighing softly.

"I'm so sorry Stiles. It's my fault you got caught up in this mess. I asked you to help find Jackson, Boyd and Erica. I didn't think! I knew you had pack scent on you. I knew that the alpha pack was avoiding detection, making it near impossible for me to find them. But I never even considered that they'd be a giant threat to you.

I didn't even think that you'd possibly go off on your own to find one of the pack once you got a lead. You'd been sending Isaac or Scott out all the time. I had assumed you'd at least ask one of them to go with you. I should have known. I know you."

Derek sighed again and turned back to watch his unconscious form.

"I'm so sorry for being stupid."

So, I decided to focus more on what Derek had to deal with this chapter. Mainly because I wanted to keep Stiles unconscious and I wanted to add Sheriff Stilinski in a little more than what I have.

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improvedpeanut: It'll be a little while, but I do have a few happy moments for the sheriff in mind. But you'll just have to wait and see.