Hey, guys! Sorry it took a little while to update, but my first semester of college is over so expect faster updates. I hope you enjoy chapter 13!

Derek ran through the iron works as he was being chased by Chris Argent. While that was happening, Kate was speeding after Derek's black Camaro, thinking that the werewolf was the one driving. But she had no idea that it was actually Scott who was behind the wheel with Stiles in the passenger seat and Natalie in the back. Kate was only about a couple of feet behind them, hot on their tail.

"Oh my god, Scott," Natalie groaned, "You're seriously driving like an old lady! That bitch is gonna hit us at any second, and this car is too beautiful to be damaged!"

"Faster?" Scott asked.

Stiles nodded. "Much faster."

The teen wolf pressed his foot down on the gas pedal and revved the engine. Since Natalie didn't have her seat belt on, she flew back in her seat, cursing her best friend as she did so. Rubbing the back of her head, she looked out through the window and saw Kate driving closer.

"Um, you guys, she's catching up to us," Natalie warned.

"Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles said.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us," Scott argued.

"Well if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!"

When Scott pressed on the gas pedal once more, Natalie hit her head again. "Ow! God damn it!"

"There's a reason why seat belts were invented, Nat," Scott said.

Natalie sat up straight and rested her elbows on both Scott and Stiles's seats. "I still don't understand why I couldn't drive. You clearly don't know what you're doing."

"Because if you were the one driving, we would most definitely die."

"That is not true!" Natalie faced her boyfriend. "Stiles, a little help here?" When he looked the other way and remained quiet, Natalie gasped. "You know what, fuck you guys. I'm a great driver!"

"Nat, you failed, like, three driving tests," Stiles pointed out, "I think that alone says something."

"Um, I only failed twice, Stiles! Get your facts straight!"

"It doesn't matter," Scott said, "Derek said I was the only one allowed to drive. Natalie, check if they're still behind us."

"Nope," Natalie said as she looked out the window again, "They're gone."

They finally found Derek in the iron works with Chris Argent still shooting at him. Scott rolled down the window and yelled for Derek to get in. stiles quickly hopped into the backseat and fell on top of Natalie.

"Stiles, seriously?" she yelled from under him.

"Well, I'm not complaining," Stiles said nonchalantly. Rolling her eyes, Natalie pushed her boyfriend off but scooted closer to him.

As soon as Derek got in the car, Scott drove off. "What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott said.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek growled, smacking his hand on the dashboard.

"Who, the alpha?" Stiles asked.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up!"

"Can you at least not be a dick about it?" Natalie snapped, "They're just doing their jobs!"

Derek glared over at the younger beta. "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

"Can we seriously get past that?" Scott groaned in annoyance, "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"Alright," Stiles said before the two werewolves could go at it, "How did you find him?"

All the trio received was silence. Scott rolled his eyes. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

"Yeah, all of us," Stiles said. Derek turned around and glared at the couple, making them shrink back in their seats. "Or just him. We'll be back here." Stiles wrapped his arm around Natalie's waist and pulled her closer to him.

Sighing, Derek said, "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Wait, did you say Harris?" Natalie asked with wide eyes, "Our chemistry teacher? I knew that there was something freaky about him. I mean, have you seen his eyes? They're so beady and just pierce through your soul. But why him, exactly?"

"I don't know yet."

"What's the second?" Scott asked.

Reaching into his pocket, Derek pulled out a picture and unfolded it. "Some kind of symbol." He showed it to Scott and his eyes immediately widened. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace," Scott said, "Allison's necklace."

"Of course," Natalie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "God, is it sad that I'm not really surprised?"

"No," all three males answered in unison.

"Alright. Good to know we're all on the same page."

"This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott said as the trio walked down the hallways at school the next day.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles suggested.

"How?"

"It's easy," Stiles said, "You just say, 'Hey Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'"

Natalie face-palmed as Scott glared at his best friend. "Stiles, you know I love you," Natalie said, "but there are times where you shouldn't say anything at all." She turned to Scott. "Why don't you just go up and talk to her? She probably won't mind."

"She won't talk to me," Scott said, "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

"You gotta ease yourself back into it, Scotty. You know, get on her good side and make her think of the better memories you had together. Once you get her smiling again, you can ask for the necklace."

The look on Scott's face was distracted as naughty images of Allison naked filled his head. His friends noticed this and Natalie smacked his chest lightly, bringing him back to reality.

"You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?" Stiles asked.

Scott smiled sheepishly. "Yeah."

"Alright, Scotty, you need to focus here, okay?" Natalie said, "You gotta get the necklace, find the alpha and the white wolf, get cured, and then win back Allison. You think you can do that?" Scott nodded. "Good." The redhead patted his cheek. "Now if you boys excuse me, I'm gonna go get my work-out on."

"You're not coming to class?" Stiles asked.

"Nah. Now that my foot's healed up from the video store accident, I can finally get myself back into shape. Besides, I already turned in my homework so I can miss class for a day. I'll see you two later, alright?" She kissed her boyfriend on the lips and waved goodbye before walking away.

After Natalie changed into a black and peach sports bra, black running shorts, and a pair of Nikes, she entered the weight room. Since everyone else was in class, she had the room to herself, which she was pretty grateful for. There was a lot of stress built up in her body that she really needed to let out. On top of the whole alpha and white wolf situation, Natalie's sleeping pattern was totally screwed up, which has been causing her grades to start slipping. She even had to sit out a few times during baseball practice because she was so out of it. A sixteen year old girl was supposed to stress out over boys and acne, not werewolves trying to kill people. It was too much to put on her shoulders.

Natalie hooked her phone up to an auxiliary cord and played Red Hot Chili Peppers. She adjusted her gloves as she walked over to one of the punching bags. She wasted no time and started swinging her fists. There was nothing more therapeutic than beating the shit out of an inanimate object for some reason. It wasn't long before Natalie started kicking it. Sweat started to drip down her face and back as the beating grew more intense. If anyone else had been in the room with her, they would be giving her strange looks and wondering what the hell was wrong with her. But all Natalie would be focused on was letting all of her frustration out.

When she was done hitting the punching bag after about fifteen minutes, Natalie switched to weights to tone her arms. Then she did about ten sets of push-ups and sit-ups, alternating between the two. Thirty minutes later, since the bell was going to ring soon, Natalie decided to hit the showers. She entered the girls' locker room and stripped out of her sweaty clothes. Then she turned on one of the showers and stepped underneath it. A content sigh escaped from her mouth once the warm water cascaded down her bare body. If she didn't have any other classes to attend to that day, Natalie probably would have stayed in that spot for a while. Her fingers tangled in her red velvet hair as she washed it. After that, she scrubbed her body with strawberries and cream body wash, making her feel fresh and clean.

She then turned the shower off and wrapped a fluffy white towel around her torso. She waited until her body had dried off before she pulled her regular clothes out of her locker. First, Natalie put on her undergarments. Then she pulled on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a white tank top, and her grey Red Hot Chili Peppers hoodie. She slid her feet through her black sandals as she towel-dried her hair. All of a sudden, she heard a loud bang of a locker. Natalie stopped what she was doing and looked around with furrowed eyebrows.

"Hello?" she called out, "Is there someone in here?"

No one answered. In fact, the room was way too quiet for Natalie's liking. All she could hear were her sandals slapping against the tile floor as she walked around the room.

"Anyone?" she said again, "I am not in the mood for this shit right now. I have pepper spray with me and my dad's a deputy. You really don't wanna mess with me."

Again, she was met with silence. Then Natalie heard a whooshing sound and when she spun around, all she saw was a flash of darkness.

"What the-"

The next thing she knew, Natalie was pushed up against the lockers with a hand over her mouth. Her screams were muffled and her eyes were squeezed shut. The person hushed her.

"I'm gonna take my hand away," the person- who Natalie then realized was a woman- told her, "and when I do, don't scream. Okay?"

It took Natalie aback how calm and gentle the woman sounded. But she nodded her head and they let go. When Natalie's eyes fluttered open, standing in front of her was a woman who only looked a few years older than her wearing a hooded black coat, a black shirt, blue jeans, black stiletto boots, and a white scarf. Her hair was long, curly, and a caramel-brown color with black dyed underneath. She had the brightest brown eyes with specks of green that Natalie could detect if she looked close enough. There was also a beauty mark above her upper lip that added to her breathtaking features. The woman was stunning!

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Natalie asked, "You look kinda familiar…"

"Are you Natalie Henderson?" the woman asked, ignoring the question. The redhead nodded. "I remember you. You were at the video store when the alpha attacked."

"Yeah…" Natalie said hesitantly, "Wait. What did you just say?"

"The alpha," the woman repeated, "The one who destroyed the store and chased you around the school the other night. He's the one who bit your friend Scott." Natalie's jaw dropped. "I know you know what I'm talking about."

"How do you know about that?" Natalie asked, "And who the hell are you?"

"I'm the reason why you're still alive."

That just confused Natalie even more. Her head tilted to the side like a puppy. With a sigh, the woman closed her eyes. When she opened them back up, her sweet brown eyes were replaced with electric blue ones. Natalie's eyes grew wide and she dropped the towel she was using to dry her hair.

"Holy shit," she breathed, "It's you, isn't it? You're the-"

"That's not important right now," the woman said, waving it off, "But what is important right now is getting rid of that alpha."

Natalie pushed her still wet hair back. "Okay… so why did you come looking for me instead of Scott?"

"Because I know that the alpha isn't the first thing on his mind right now. He's way too distracted by that Allison girl to realize what's really important here. I figured that his best friends are the only people he'll listen to. Since the twitchy kid is in class and you were alone, I thought it was best that I came to you."

"Well, he won't listen to us," Natalie said, "Believe me, we've tried many times. Hell, Derek has tried to beat some sense into him but he still-"

"Hold on a second," the woman interrupted, "Did you just say Derek? As in Derek Hale?"

"Yeah, he's the one trying to help Scott adjust to this whole werewolf life."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Derek Hale is in Beacon Hills?"

"Uh, yeah…" Natalie watched as the darker-haired woman curse to herself and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm guessing you know him."

"You listen to me, Natalie," the woman said, placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder, "Derek may seem like he has all of the answers, but most of the time, he has no idea what the hell he's doing. Be very careful if he tells you to do something. If you're not more cautious around him, you and your friends could get really hurt. Or even worse, you'll end up dead. Do you understand?"

"I do, but why exactly are you telling me this? How do you know Derek?"

"I know him enough to tell you that he can be an inconsiderate asshole who thinks he's doing the right thing when he's really not. Just trust me on this." Before Natalie could respond, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. "I'll let you go now, but remember what I said. And do not tell anyone that you saw me."

She then left without another word. Natalie stared absently at the wall in front of her as she slid down the locker to the floor. Taking a deep breath, she placed her head in her hands.

"God, could this day get any weirder?" she said to herself. Then her phone rang. She pulled it out of her backpack and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Jackson knows about Scott!" Stiles hissed over the phone.

"Of course he does," Natalie grumbled, "But how did he find out?"

"We have no idea. Fuck, this is really bad…"

"No shit," Natalie snorted, "He could let that information out whenever Scott pisses him off, and eventually, Allison's dad and aunt will find out."

"I know!" Stiles exclaimed, and Natalie could picture her boyfriend flailing his arms around.

"So what do we do?"

She heard Stiles sigh. "Scott still hasn't gotten the necklace from Allison so that's the first thing on the agenda. And I may have another plan in mind, but we'll talk about it later though. So how was your work-out?"

"Very… interesting," Natalie said slowly.

"Why'd you say it like that?" Stiles asked.

Natalie then remembered what the woman (she never did learn her name) told her about not letting anyone know about her. "Never mind. I'll see you at lunch though, okay? Love you, Stiles. Bye!"

"Wait, Nat-"

She hung up the phone and slipped it into her pocket. Blowing her red locks out of her paling face, Natalie lolled her head back against the locker.

"I am so fuckin' done with this shit."

"So, Scotty," Natalie said as she sat across from her best friend and next to Stiles in the cafeteria, "did you get the necklace?"

Scott shook his head. "Not exactly."

"No? Why not?"

"She told me not to talk to her," Scott said, "At all."

His other best friend sucked in his breath. "So, she's not giving you…"

"She's not giving me the necklace!" Scott snapped.

"Well, did you find anything else out?" Stiles asked.

"Just that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic."

The redhead raised an eyebrow as she looked up at the werewolf. "You know, I should probably take offense to that. But since all of the girls I do hang out with can be a bit cuckoo, I find that pretty accurate." She took a bite out of her sandwich.

"Okay, I came up with a plan 'B' just in case anything like this happened," Stiles said.

"What's plan 'B'?" Scott asked.

"Just steal the stupid thing."

Shaking her head, Natalie clapped slowly, making Stiles glare at her. "Wow. Why the hell didn't we think of that before? Oh yeah. Because it wouldn't work!"

"Do you have a better idea?" Stiles shot back, "Because I don't see you coming up with anything."

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked.

"We can't," Natalie said, "Our dads put him on a twenty-four hour protective detail."

The necklace is all we got," Stiles added, "Steal it. Thank you." He leaned back in his chair.

When Scott turned his head, he made eye contact with Jackson, who was sitting at a table with Allison and Lydia. The way he was looking at Scott made the werewolf feel uneasy.

"Stiles, Natalie," he said, "he's watching us."

"Scott," Jackson said, stilling sitting on the other side of the cafeteria, "You can hear me? You can, can't you?"

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson's talking to me," Scott said, "He knows I can hear him." Jackson bit into his apple and Scott cringed. He turned back to his best friends. "Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" he heard Jackson say.

Now Scott was panicking. "Say something," he told Stiles and Natalie, "Talk to me!"

"I can't think of anything," Stiles said, "My mind's a complete blank."

"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure!"

Natalie took a deep breath before spitting out random words. "Cat. Dog. Chicken. Fish. Parakeet. Bear-"

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked.

"You said to say anything!" Natalie shrugged.

"Out of all the things to say, you choose to name off animals?" Stiles said with raised eyebrows.

"At least I'm trying, Stiles!"

Stiles looked over at the other group's table. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

Scott looked around the cafeteria. "Where the hell is he?"

"Looking for me, McCall?" he heard, "I'm right here." He whipped his head and saw Jackson standing next to a vending machine with a smirk on his face. "So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I know there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"

"Yes," Scott seethed.

"I'll bet my new co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her." Scott looked over at Allison, who was still talking to Lydia. "I'm gonna destroy every chance you have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body."

The couple noticed Scott's teeth grinding and his knuckles whitening as he gripped his lunch tray tightly. "Scott, come on, you can't let him do this," Stiles said, "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"

"Just remember that you're stronger than him, Scotty," Natalie added, "Don't let whatever crap he says get to you."

"I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do," Jackson continued, "And, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer." The jock's lips were now formed into a sinister grin. "How are you gonna feel, Scott, when she's screaming my name?"

SNAP!

The lunch tray in Scott's hands broke in half, creating a loud noise. A bunch of people, including Allison and Lydia, turned their heads towards the trio's table. Jackson smirked in victory as Scott hung his head in humiliation. Natalie picked up one of the broken lunch tray pieces and inspected it.

"Damn," she said, "That's quite the grip you got there, dude." Scott slowly lifted his head up and glared at Natalie. She cleared her throat and dropped the broken plastic on the table. "Sorry."

As soon as the couple entered Stiles's room, Natalie dropped her backpack by the door and flopped onto her boyfriend's bed. She was on the phone with Lydia, who was crying over her recent breakup with Jackson. Even though Lydia wasn't on speaker, Stiles could hear the strawberry-blonde from the other side of the room, which was sort of amusing. Natalie, on the other hand, wasn't so entertained.

"Lydia, I know that you're upset and everything," Natalie said, "but I really have to go work on a project with Stiles before the game tonight… No, that is not what I mean when I say 'project'… I promise I'll call you later, okay? Alright, bye." After she hung up, Natalie tossed her phone to the side and groaned.

"You alright there, drama mama?" Stiles chuckled.

The redhead looked at her boyfriend. "I love Lydia, but every time I talk to her, I remember why I'm friends with more guys than girls."

"It's because we're awesomer," Stiles said.

"Is 'awesomer' even a word?" Natalie asked.

Stiles shrugged. "I don't know, but if it's not, I'm calling the dictionary people." He then got on the bed and landed on Natalie. Ignoring her little grunt, Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her chest.

"What's with you and always laying on top of me?" Natalie said, lightly scratching the back of his head.

"I can't help it," Stiles smiled, snuggling more into his girlfriend's breasts, "Your boobs are just so comfortable."

"Nice to know you only like me because of my boobs," Natalie said sarcastically.

"That's not true," Stiles said as he looked up at his girlfriend, "I also like your lips."

One of Natalie's eyebrows rose as she smirked. "How much do you like my lips exactly?"

"Well, let me show you."

He snaked his body up so his forehead was resting on Natalie's. Holding himself up on his elbows, Stiles lowered his head and planted his lips onto hers. Natalie's hands crept up to the back of his head as the kiss grew heated. Because of the whole werewolf ordeal, the couple rarely had any alone time, and they really hated it. They always snuck in make-out sessions whenever they could, but they were constantly interrupted, which prevented them from going farther in their relationship. So whenever they did get the chance to have their privacy, they made sure to kiss each other like it would be their last time.

Natalie felt one of Stiles's hands slip underneath her hoodie, his warm skin contacting hers. When that hand slid up to cup her C-sized breast, she mentally cursed him for not having longer hair to grab onto. But she quickly got over it when Stiles started sucking on her neck and massaging her breast, making her moan. The sound got Stiles excited and he was pretty sure his girlfriend could feel it. Natalie was actually impressed since this has been the farthest they've ever gotten, which was sort of sad since they've been going out for about a month now.

Just as Stiles was about to unclasp her bra, they heard a loud thud. They pulled away from each other as they looked around the room.

"You heard that, right?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," Natalie nodded. She pushed Stiles off the bed. "Go see what it was."

The boy flailed his arms. "Why me?"

"Because you're the guy. Be the noble knight you were meant to be!"

Stiles rolled his eyes but walked over to his bathroom to check where the sound came from. While Stiles busy doing that, Natalie fixed herself so she wasn't looking like a complete hot mess. All of a sudden, she spotted Derek standing in the corner of the room. It definitely took Natalie by surprise, but Derek gave her a look that told her not to say anything.

"Hey, Stiles!" John called out from the hallway.

"Yo, D-Derek." Stiles's eyes grew wide when he saw the brooding werewolf for the first time. Derek pressed a finger to his lips to signal the teenager to be quiet and then pointed at the door. "I, um…" Derek made sure to stay out of sight as Stiles slightly opened the door to greet his dad.

"What'd you say?" John asked.

"What?" Stiles responded nervously, "I said, 'Yo... D-Dad'…"

John opened his mouth to question his son, but then he shook his head and decided against it. "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, for your first game."

"My first game," Stiles stuttered, "Uh, it's great. Awesome. Uh… good."

"I'm very happy for you," John smiled, "And I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud… of myself."

Popping up next to Stiles, Natalie wrapped her arms around his waist. "We're all proud of him," she beamed, "I know that he's gonna kick ass tonight." She placed a kiss on Stiles's cheek.

"I bet," John chuckled, "So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"

"Yeah, Dad," Stiles said, "I'm first line. Believe that?"

Still smiling, John said, "I'm very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again, I'm-" His dad engulfed him in a huge hug. Stiles patted his back awkwardly. "Huggie. Huggie, huggie…"

Natalie stifled a chuckle as she watched the two Stilinski men. After a few more moments, John pulled away.

"See you both there," he said before walking away.

"Take it easy," Stiles called after him. The couple went back inside the room and Stiles shut the door. "I'm sor- oh!"

Derek pushed Stiles against the door and Natalie backed away. "If you say one word-"

"Oh, what, you mean, like, 'Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room- bring your gun'?" Derek remained silent. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."

He shoved Derek's shoulder as if to emphasize the point that he had the power. The werewolf looked down at his shoulder then back up at Stiles. Based off his cold glare, Natalie thought that he was going to kill her boyfriend. Instead, he fixed Stiles's shirt. It took the boy aback, but he returned the gesture. As he started to walk to Natalie, Derek lunged at Stiles like he was going to attack.

"Oh my god!" Stiles yelped, jumping slightly. He continued his way towards Natalie. "Thanks for backing me up."

"It was much funnier this way," Natalie chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was…"

"Did Scott get the necklace?" Derek asked.

"No," Stiles said, "He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

"So?"

"So the thing is, is that someone else had sent the text," Natalie said, "It wasn't Scott."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me or Natalie," Stiles said. Then a grin crept up his face. "But I think we know someone who can."

When he turned to Natalie, the redhead immediately knew who he was talking about. She shook her head. "Oh, hell no."

"You want me to do what?" Danny questioned the lanky teen when he came over to his house later.

"Trace a text," Stiles repeated.

"I came here to do lab work," Danny told him, "That's what lab partners do."

"And we will," Stiles said, "once you trace the text."

"And what makes you think I know how?"

Both boys looked over at Natalie, who was sitting on Stiles's bed and playing on her phone. She felt their eyes on her so she looked up at them. Her hands rose in defense.

"Don't look at me," she said, "I was completely against this whole thing from the start."

Stiles rolled his eyes and faced Danny again. "I… I looked up your arrest report, so…"

"I…" Danny's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, unsure how to respond, "I was thirteen. They dropped the charges."

"Whatever."

Danny shook his head. "No. We're doing lab work." He grabbed a chair and pulled it up to Stiles's desk. Stiles groaned in annoyance but sat next to the Hawaiian anyways. Danny finally noticed Derek, who was sitting on a chair next to Stiles's bed and reading a random book. "Who's he again?"

"Umm, my cousin…" Stiles answered slowly, "Miguel."

Natalie snorted and Derek shot her a nasty glare.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked, gesturing to the red stain.

"Yeah," Stiles said, "Yes."

"He gets these horrible nosebleeds," Natalie added, "The poor thing." She patted Derek's shoulder and he immediately slapped her hand away.

"Hey, Miguel," Stiles said, making the werewolf look up, "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts."

With one last death stare, Derek slammed the book shut and tossed it next to Natalie. It hit her leg and she flipped Derek off, but he ignored her. He got up, stripped his shirt off, and started rummaging through the drawers. Stiles began talking to Danny again.

"So, anyway," he started, "I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-"

"Uh, Stiles?" Derek interrupted.

The boys looked at him. "Yes?"

"This-" Derek held up a shirt. "No fit."

"Then try something else on." Stiles apologized to Danny, but then he noticed the way Natalie's friend was ogling over Derek's abs. a light bulb went off in his head. Why not use this to his advantage? He nudged Danny with his elbow. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?" Said boy looked up. Stiles gestured to Derek. "The shirt."

Just one look at Derek was all it took for Natalie to lose it. Not only was the man wearing the most hideous orange and blue striped t-shirt (Natalie had no idea what would even possess Stiles to buy it), but the look on Derek's face made it clear that he was absolutely miserable. Especially since a gay teenage boy was eyeing him like he was the most mouth-watering cut of steak.

But Danny played it off really well. "It's… it's not really his color."

Derek pulled the shirt over his head and threw it at Natalie. She immediately stopped laughing when it hit her in the face.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles said.

"You're a horrible person," Danny told him.

"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."

"Stiles!" Derek held up another shirt. "None of these fit."

When Stiles gave Danny a knowing look, the Hawaiian rolled his eyes and turned to the computer. "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."

As he was busy doing that, Natalie got up from the bed and motioned Derek to follow her. "Come on, big guy. I'll go grab you a shirt." She led him to Stiles's dad's room and she searched through the drawers.

"I'm a little disturbed that you know where Stiles's dad's clothes are," Derek said.

"I spent the night here once when Stiles was out of clean clothes so he told me that I could borrow one of his dad's shirts," Natalie explained, "He showed me where everything was just in case it happened again." She pulled out a black t-shirt and handed it to Derek. "Here."

Derek pulled the shirt on. "I'm gonna kill him."

"Hey, you touch one hair on my boyfriend's hair, I will call Argent myself to shoot your brooding ass," Natalie threatened.

"Because of him, that kid's been staring at me like he wants to jump me or something."

"You have a hot body. Take pride in it." Derek glared at her. "And stop trying to burn a hold in my head with your death stares and get that stick out of your ass. You may be good looking, but that attitude will prevent your from getting dates."

"How will I ever go on?" Derek replied sarcastically.

"Alright, crack your jokes, wise guy. But when the time does come when you like a girl, don't go crying when she pushes you away."

Pushing past him, Natalie led him back to Stiles's room, where he was watching Danny trace the text. All of a sudden, a familiar scent hit Derek hard. He grabbed Natalie's hood, halting her movements and harshly pulling her back.

"What the fuck, dude?" Natalie said. But all Derek did was sniff the air and then her hood. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Why do you smell like it?" Derek asked sternly.

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're-"

"The white wolf," Derek said, "It has a very distinct vanilla scent and I can smell it all over you." His eyes narrowed. "You saw it today, didn't you?"

"What? No, I didn't."

"You're lying. You know who it is, don't you? Who's the white wolf?"

"I don't know. She never told me her name." Natalie's eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth.

"She?"

"There," Danny said before Derek could interrogate Natalie any further, "The text was sent from a computer. This one."

Grateful for the interruption, Natalie walked to Stiles's side. He wrapped an arm around her legs as she wrapped her own arm around his shoulder. Derek stood on the other side of them.

"Registered to that account name?" he asked, pointing to the computer screen.

Stiles shook his head. "No, no, no, no. That can't be right." The couple and Derek were all taken aback when they saw the name on the screen.

Melissa McCall.

After Danny had left, Stiles, Natalie, and Derek got into the jeep. They headed over to the hospital and parked in the parking lot. Stiles called Scott, who was at the lacrosse game at the school. He put it on speaker so all three of them could hear.

"Did you get the picture?" Scott asked over the phone, referring to the picture he sent of Allison's necklace.

"Yeah, I did," Stiles said, "and it looks just like the drawing."

Derek grabbed the phone from Stiles. "Hey, is there something on the back of it?" he asked Scott, "There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no, no," Scott said, "the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line."

"Where the hell is Bilinski!" they heard Coach Finstock yell distantly through the phone.

"Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start," Scott continued.

His best friend let out a sad sigh. "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him… tell him I'll be there. I'll just be a little late, okay? Alright, thanks." Stiles hung up and ran a hand over his buzz cut.

"You're not gonna make it," Derek said.

"I know," Stiles said sadly. Natalie took his hand in hers and squeezed it affectionately. It broke her heart to see her boyfriend like this. She knew how badly Stiles wanted to play in the game tonight. He really wanted to make his dad proud.

"And you didn't tell him about his mom either," Derek pointed out.

"We can't," Natalie said, "At least not until we know the truth. Come on, Stiles. Let's go inside."

"By the way," the werewolf stopped the couple, "one more thing."

"Yeah?"

Grabbing the back of Stiles's head, Derek slammed his forehead down on the steering wheel. Stiles cried out and placed a hand on the sore spot.

"Oh, god!" he exclaimed, "What the hell was-"

"You know what that was for," Derek said, "Go." Neither of the teenagers moved. "Go!" They finally got out of the car.

"God, you seriously need to get laid," Natalie grumbled before shutting the door.

"Son of a bitch, that hurt," Stiles whined as he and Natalie walked hand in hand inside the hospital, "I swear that guy needs to take anger management classes."

Natalie looked at Stiles's forehead. "Yeah, that's gonna leave a mark." She poked the forming bruise.

"Ow! Really, Nat?"

"Sorry." The redhead noticed how quiet it was in the hospital and she looked around. No one else was in sight, including Melissa. "Shouldn't there be more people in a hospital? You know, like doctors and nurses? Why is it so empty in here?"

"I don't know, but it's weird… too weird." He pulled out his phone and he called Derek. He told him that they didn't see Melissa. "Yeah, I said we can't find her."

"Look, ask for Jennifer," Derek told him, "She's been looking after my uncle."

The couple continued to walk around the hospital until they found a plaque that said Peter Hale. But when they went inside, Peter's bed was bare. No one was in the room.

"Umm, Derek?" Natalie said, "He's not in here."

"What?" Derek said in disbelief.

"He's not here," Stiles told him, "He's gone, Derek."

That was when everything was starting to come together. "Stiles, Natalie, both of you get out of there right now! It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!"

Both of the teenagers quickly backed out of the room but they stopped in their tracks when they saw a man standing at the end of the hallway. One side of his face was badly burned, but he was still very handsome. He was dressed in all dark clothing and he had a creepy smirk on his face.

It was Peter Hale, Derek's uncle who was supposed to still be in a coma.

"You must be Stiles and Natalie."

Stiles reached for his girlfriend's hand. They turned around to leave but stopped when they saw a redheaded nurse blocking the other end.

"What are you doing here?" she sneered, "Visiting hours are over."

"You… and him…" Stiles stuttered in fear, "You're the one who… oh my- and he's…"

"Holy fucking shit, we're gonna die," Natalie hyperventilated, "I'm gonna die a virgin with my boyfriend."

Suddenly, Derek enters and punches Jennifer in the face, knocking her out cold.

"That's not nice," Peter said, "She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek looked at the couple. "Get out of the way."

"Aw, damn." Stiles ducked down to the floor, pulling Natalie along with him. They crawled over to a nearby desk and watched as Derek and Peter faced off.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" Peter said, "My own family?"

Growling, Derek charged at Peter and raised his claws to strike. But Peter was slightly faster and threw Derek. He hit the wall and fell by where Stiles and Natalie were hiding.

The couple continued to watch Peter beat the shit out of his nephew. "Shouldn't we help him?" Natalie asked.

"What good will that do?" Stiles whispered, "If Derek's losing against him, what makes you think he won't be able to toss us around like rag dolls?"

"But I know of feel bad right now," Natalie said, "He's getting the crap kick out of him while we're doing nothing."

"He'll be fine," Stiles assured her, "but right now, we gotta find a way to make it out of her alive."

Peter started dragging Derek by the neck across the floor. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." When he dropped Derek to grab a key out of Jennifer's pocket, the beta stood back up.

"You want forgiveness?" Derek growled before punching Peter in the face. The alpha kicked Derek back to the ground.

"I want understanding," Peter said, "Do you have any idea… what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an alpha… taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that." The couple heard Derek groan in pain as Peter slowly walked over to him. "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

He grabbed Derek by the shirt and threw him at a desk, breaking glass. Derek was able to crawl into another room, but he was very weak. Cuts covered his body and he was bleeding a lot. Peter was following his nephew into the room and watched as he struggled to sit up against a wall. Derek breathed heavily and his eyes grew wide in fear as he watched the burns on his uncle's face vanish.

"I was going to wait for dramatic flair," Peter said, "But when you look this good, why wait?" He smirked. "Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all-" he held his hand out, "we're family."

"I don't care," Derek seethed, "That obviously didn't stop you from killing your own niece. Why the fuck would I ever help you?"

"Because I know where Anabelle is."

All of the anger washed away from Derek's body when he heard his best friend's name and sadness and desperation took over. His heart hurt as he thought about her soft curly brown hair, bright brown eyes, and dazzling dimpled smile. Reaching into his pocket shakily, Derek pulled her picture out and stared longingly at it. Of course Peter would use his weakness to lure him in.

Chuckling, Peter said, "I knew that would spark your interest. You always followed that girl around like a puppy. You were willing to do anything and everything for her. It still kills you to this day to remember how much pain you put the poor girl through. But I know where to find her and how you can get her back. All you have to do is help me get what I want." He held out his hand once more. "What do you say, Derek? Do it for Anabelle."

Derek looked at his uncle's hand suspiciously then back down at Anabelle's picture. While the offer did seem sleazy, he would do whatever it takes to reunite with the most important person in his life. To be able to say he was sorry for all the damage he had caused and rekindle their relationship would mean the world to him. Peter was right- Derek was willing to do anything for Anabelle.

So he grabbed Peter's hand and allowed him to pull him off the floor.

I hope you guys liked the chapter! Sorry if you felt it was too Derek centric. It just all fit perfectly for me in this episode. And I apologize for the lack of Statalie (yay for ship names :P) in this chapter, but expect a lot more next chapter. PLEASE review if you like this story and want me to keep going! We're almost at 100 reviews so keep it up! Also, check out my IsaacxOC story, Scars!

I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)