Sorry for the long wait everyone. Again: life is annoying and I'm busy at the moment. The episode was good, but hopefully it will pick up the pace. Maybe I'm just used to the action-pack scenes from Season 3B, who knows. If I didn't get to respond to everyone's reviews: I'm sorry, but I'll try my best to do so! This was just a crazy week, that's all. Please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OCs…

Lucy waited by the door.

She held it open as her brown eyes tried to see through the rain that was pouring like it was the Amazon River. Lydia stood close beside her as she took cover from the rain, but the boys were trying to get Derek from Stiles' car.

Scott and Isaac both held the unconscious as they carried him inside without trying to damage him further. With him turning young again, they just didn't want to do anything that could make this situation worse. Stiles flared his arms like a wild bird trying to stay in the sky and Lucy immediately moved to the side, the entrance free so that Stiles could run in.

As they rushed Derek inside the clinic and towards the back room, Dr. Deaton shoved everything on the metal table to the ground. Isaac and Scott gently laid the young Derek on the table as best as they could before stepping back. Lucy stood in between her brother and Lydia, her eyes bouncing all over Derek's face.

"Wow," Deaton breathed out and Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"Wow?" Stiles repeated the word. "Wow as in, 'I've seen this before and I know exactly what to do' kind of wow? Cause," he nervously rubbed his chin. "That's the kind of wow we were hoping for."

Deaton could only give him a sadden look. "I think you might be overestimating my abilities."

"Well you helped us with everything else," Lucy mentioned with anxiety as she bit her lip. "Even if it meant death its self and you're telling us you can't help reverse Derek back to normal?"

Isaac shoved the hand into his pocket. "And you're the only doctor that we can go to with all of this!"

Lydia held Derek's arm and shivered. "He's cold. Really cold."

Deaton quickly grabbed Derek's other hand and almost pulled back as the touch was freezing cold. It was as if he were touching a corpse, but the doctor could clearly see his chest weakly rising in a slight rhythm.

"Do you think this is permanent?" Scott shakily asked Deaton while he gazed at Derek's younger self.

"I hope not," Isaac tapped his chin while intently staring at the man that used to beat him up during training sessions. "If adult Derek is a pain in the ass, imagine teen Derek."

Deaton used his flashlight to see if Derek's eyes were dilated. "I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate," he murmured as he observed Derek's body move from his touches. Putting the flashlight down, he stared at the group and admitted, "This is well beyond my experience."

"So what do we do with him?" Stiles questioned him as he let everything sink in.

"Until he wakes up?" Deaton glanced at Derek while giving a short shrug. "Probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me. He'll be safe here."

"You mean from Kate."

Lucy shivered. "She's the one that did this…"

"If she's alive and she is what you say she is," Deaton pointed out the doorway, "she won't be able to walk past that gate."

Lydia wondered, "Why would she want to do this to him?"

"Knowing Kate," Deaton frowned at her. "It's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her."

Stiles scoffed. "And bad for everyone else."

"It's always bad for us," Lucy moaned as before a yawn escaped her lips. Scott tried to keep himself awake by blinking his eyes; Stiles cracked his neck to the side and Isaac stretched his arm behind his back.

Deaton, however, took noticed. "You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger, so maybe the rest of you should get some sleep?"

Lucy managed to stop her yawn and quirk an eyebrow at him. "Where are you going with his, Deaton?"

"It's a school night," Deaton flashed her an amusing smile before turning slightly serious. "And you all need to start taking care of your own lives again."

"You say it as if it's that simple," she muttered as she rubbed her temple with two fingers. "Plus, Kate is back: it doesn't make us feel quite safe just yet."

Scott nodded. "Someone should stay with you."

"I'll stay," Lydia happily obliged as soon as she felt Derek's hand tighten around her grasp. Everyone gave her a look, a look that meant doubt and she rolled her eyes. "My grades are fine…despite missing a few classes."

Stiles shook his head. "I'm so not okay with this."

"Stiles," Isaac spoke towards him from the other side. "Lydia offered. Let her be."

She smiled. "Thank you, Isaac. You guys go."

"No," Stiles objected and Lydia stared at Lucy who was beside her. They shared a look and Stiles knew that silent communication and raised a finger at them. "Just because you guys don't talk doesn't mean I know what you're trying to say! I'm not blind!"

"Text us if anything happens," Scott ordered her as he made up his mind and Stiles choked on his own saliva. "Come on, guys."

"Traitor!" Stiles screamed at the alpha. Lucy rolled her eyes as she pushed the angered teen with the help of her brother. Isaac was strolling behind as he snickered at the scene. "All right! Just 'cause you're stronger than me doesn't give you the right to push me outside. I am a human being! I have rights!"

"Then try exercising the Fifth Amendment and remain silent," Lucy sassed at him while opening the door.

Stiles glared at her while she sent him a cheekily smile.

The rain had stopped when they returned home.

Scott, Isaac and Lucy quietly walked up the small steps from the backdoor of the house. They were already late, it was at least four in the morning as of right now, and they all hoped Mama McCall was still at her late shift instead of sitting on the couch and waiting for them to walk through.

Lucy's brother fished for his keys and he managed to open the door.

Very quietly and carefully, he slipped in first while Lucy and Isaac followed close behind him. The alpha shut the door, the creek loud that it made Lucy visibly squirm from where she stood. She noticed a small pan that was on the ground and the sounds of water dripping echoed around her and furrowed her eyes together. She was so focused on this that Isaac had to tap her shoulder and point towards the couch for her to look at.

"Oh shit," Lucy lowly whispered before Scott appeared beside her. Their father was soundly asleep with a blanket over himself. The three could clearly hear his snores that drifted into the air and Lucy glanced at Scott. The alpha led the way as he made sure not to wake up his dad.

The stairs were just on the other side.

Past their dad.

Who was sleeping.

They all tipped-toed as if the floor had mousetraps scattered everywhere in site. Luckily the floors didn't creek like they did in horror movies or TV shows, but something was bound to happen.

Lucy felt it in her gut.

That's when it happened: Scott tripped over the toolbox.

Isaac and Lucy remained still, the girl's face draining in color, as the clattering noise was so loud that the Queen of England was able to hear it. She glared at her brother who could only raise his hands in surrender while shaking his head. It became worse as soon as their dad woke up.

"Scott? Lucy?" He sleepily called their names out as he tossed the cover off his body. Getting up, Lucy shared a scared look at Isaac's way who could only shrug at her direction.

Scott coughed. "Hey, dad. What's with the tools?"

"Oh, I was, uh," he began to walk towards the three while blinking his eyes awake. "I was getting started on a list of repairs you guys need done."

"That's…sweet, I guess," Lucy mumbled at him as she hugged herself. Even though it was dark, she could still see his eyes staring at her, sleepy or not.

"What time is it?"

"It's um," Scott sneakily turned the clock on the counter around. "Midnight."

"We were supposed to have dinner," their dad mentioned at his kids, including Isaac as he remembered Melissa telling him he was part of the family now. If he learned anything through his marriage with her, it was to never argue once her mind has been made. "We had a deal: when your mom has a night shift, we have dinner."

"Sorry," he apologized although both Isaac and Lucy knew the real reason. "I totally forgot about it. When we got back from the camping trip, I had to go straight to the clinic to finish up work."

Isaac raised his finger. "I went with him to help out."

"And Lydia needed my help with a 'girl' thing," Lucy smoothly lied and it was a good thing her dad didn't ask after that. The way he coughed was enough of an answer for her.

He then nodded with understanding. "All right, well…tomorrow night. Dinner: all three of you."

"Great," Scott agreed while Isaac and Lucy nodded.

As they all began to walk away, their father called out, "Did you guys get anything to eat?"

"Yeah," Scott sighed over his shoulder. "Mexican…"

"Good, ole Mexican food," Isaac exhaled as he gently pushed Lucy forward and towards the stairs.

She was mindlessly walking around.

It was Oak Creek, the place that haunted Lucy ever since Allison had died. The place that felt cold that her fingers felt like ice and the air so thick, Lucy was surprised she wasn't suffocating from the lack of oxygen flowing around.

The wind howled between her hair, the sound blaring into her eardrums that she covered them with her hands. Lucy curiously observed her surroundings and her heart dropped down to her stomach when she saw a pool of blood.

Pure red blood.

Standing in front of it was Allison, all alive and well.

Lucy choked. "Allison?!"

"Hey, Lucy," the huntress smiled at her that Lucy quickly ran towards her as if her feet were on fire. She caught up to her and Lucy wrapped her arms tightly around Allison that she was afraid to break her.

Lucy's wet eyes blurred her vision, but she could clearly see Allison. "I miss you, Allison! I can't believe you're gone because it just isn't fair! You should be here with us. You should be alive, not dead."

"It's okay, Lucy," she murmured with care while caressing her hair. Lucy's felt more tear run down her face and jumped when Allison's finger traced along the scar on her right side of the face. "I'm not completely gone."

Lucy shook her head, grasping Allison's shoulders. "I never got to thank you, Allison. I never got to say thank you for saving Isaac's life. For saving my life and everyone else's lives…It's not fair! I'm sorry!"

"You don't need to apologize," Allison's wise voice rang through Lucy's ears and the girl sniffed. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why do I feel guilty?" Lucy groaned as she gazed heavily into Allison's eyes with no hope. "Why do I feel like I'm responsible for something? I can't think the same, Allison! I just can't and it's killing me from the inside-out."

"Maybe you need to forgive," Allison reasoned and Lucy scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "When a person feels guilty, it's usually something they haven't personally dealt with yet and you keep pushing this problem aside."

Lucy glanced down to the cold ground.

It was her father.

She opened her eyes.

Lucy sighed softly as her hand ran across her face. Her fingertips felt slight tears on her cheeks, and she also felt her scar. Her dream seemed so real to her, Allison was right there in front: alive and strong like the warrior she was.

She could have sworn to still have Allison's touch linger on her scar.

Two months was still not enough time to move on. She was still mourning Allison because they way she had left this world was unfair. It was the Nogitsune's fault; it was because of the spirit she died without giving her a chance to live her life to the fullest.

Beacon Hills had a different air to Lucy since no Argents lived here anymore as Chris decided to move to France. Even though it was his decision, Lucy didn't want him to go because they all needed him. Scott needed him because Chris knew about the supernatural world. He has more experience to offer to them when there is trouble near. But also, Lucy began to see him as a father figure in her own eyes, something that her own dad failed to do.

It was the same thing with the Sheriff.

Sheriff Stilinski and Chris Argent were there when Lucy's dad hadn't been. The two provided her with wise words and protection. The two made her feel safe even though death was around.

She remembered hugging Chris Argent after Allison's death was still fresh in their minds.

She remembered when the Sheriff was having a difficult time during Stiles' MRI scan and that Lucy tried to comfort the poor man.

Both cried.

And she cried.

Both cared for her.

And she cared for their lives.

But with her own dad…it wasn't there.

"Forgive," Lucy murmured the word to herself.

She needed to forgive, but it wouldn't be easy.

Not for her.

It was morning and Lucy didn't feel like getting up.

Her alarmed blared around the room, the noise annoying her to the point that she wanted to smash the thing with a large hammer. The only thing that held her back was that the alarm was her phone.

She can't break her phone.

Groggily getting up from the lack of sleep she had, Lucy slipped into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Heading back outside with her robe on, she decided to wear a yellow dress since spring was almost here. The weather was becoming beautiful and she loved the warm air kissing her skin. As soon as slipped her feet into some comfortable flats, she had decided to raise her hair into a soft half bun.

Making sure to do her makeup (covering up the scar), she grabbed her schoolbag and headed downstairs.

Entering the kitchen with a full smile on her face, it slowly fell when she spotted her dad sitting on the chair with a newspaper in his hands. He was fully dressed in his uniform, the dark business suit polished to look professional for the job. Taking a sip from his coffee, he soon turned around to look at her.

"Hi, Lucy," he warmly greeted her with a small smile. He was trying to reconnect with his children and Lucy noticed this. "Are you hungry? I can make you some scrambled eggs if you want."

"I'm just gonna grab a granola bar," Lucy said as she headed towards the cabinet and grabbed one from the package.

Her dad tried again. "Do you need a lift to school? I can drive you if you want."

"That's fine," she politely declined. "Isaac's taking me to school."

"Oh," his voice fell. "That's nice of him."

"Yeah," she drawled out without anything else. She was leaning against the counter with the bar in her hands. There was an awkward air between the two and Lucy's finger fidgeted with the plastic wrapping around her breakfast. She could feel her dad's eyes on her and the frown on his face, but she pretended to be occupied.

She was waiting for Isaac.

And he complained I took long, Lucy thought with a small snicker.

"Lucy," the agent sighed as he dropped the newspaper on the table. The girl raised her eyes at him as he cupped both his hands together. "I'm trying to make things right again. With you and Scott."

The girl nodded. "I know."

"Then why does it feel like you're pushing me away?"

"I'm not."

"Well it seems like you are," he rose from his seat and shoved his hand into his pocket. "You're my daughter, Lucy. I don't want to feel like I'm a stranger to you. "

Lucy took a small bite from her bar. "I know."

"Will you give me real answers, Lucy?"

"Will you stop pressuring me?" She defended herself from his smothering attitude. "I know you mean well, dad, but right now: I have a lot on my mind. I need to be alone and get through whatever I'm dealing."

Her dad slowly approached her. "Is this because of Allison?"

"Don't say her name," she whispered in warning while looking away from him. The agent stopped mid-way and the teenager sighed. "Just please…don't say her name right now."

"I'm sorry-"

"Lucy! I'm ready!" Isaac called out and the girl took in a deep breath. She stared at her dad with sadden eyes that it almost broke him when she looked at him. Lucy threw the unfinished bar into the trash and composed herself.

Walking past him, she muttered, "I'll see you later."

Isaac was waiting near the door, his hands holding two helmets. He had saved enough money to buy himself a motorbike like Scott's and Lucy appreciated him taking her to school. His smile fell when he noticed and felt her mood shift. Normally she was upbeat, but right now: she was clearly upset.

"What happened?" He asked her with a worried tone. "Was it you dad again?"

"It's fine," she waved him off as she forced a smile on her face. "I just don't want to talk about it okay. Let's just head to school."

Isaac pursed his mouth, but lets it go while giving her a kiss. "Okay."

He'll ask later.

Chapter three is done!

So this chapter was a filler, but it's important for the future of the story. Next chapter will be fun to write since the dinner scene was pure gold! Legit laughed hard because Stiles is just that awesome XD! Gotta love him for these awkward moments. Here's the question for today's chapter:

What was your reaction on the Kate-Young Derek kiss scene?

My reaction: it was just uncomfortable. Derek can never catch a break during any age. Maybe when he was a small child he had some happier moments I don't know.

Reviews, alerts and favorites are greatly appreciated! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD