AN: Thanks for all of the reviews and favorites/follows! It really does mean a lot considering that is my motivation to continue.

-CHAPTER 3-

After her encounter with Scott and Stiles, Maggie drove back to the animal clinic, her own questions burning at the back of her mind.

She went inside and through to the back where she found Deaton in his office. She knocked lightly and smiled as Deaton invited her in.

"Maggie," he said, his voice soft and patient as ever, "back so soon?"

"I needed to talk to you." She said. "I have a lot of questions, actually." She said as she took the seat opposite of him. "Why does no one know of the full supernatural world?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Deaton nodded his head, knowing full well that this was coming. "There are things that are left unsaid to keep certain matters less confusing than they already are."

"Like the Shadow Hunters?" Maggie forced. "Cause that's a pretty big freaking thing to leave out."

"The Clave," said Deaton, "never involved themselves in predicaments that out a bad name on all that they stand for."

Maggie nodded, "fair enough. It's just going to come as shock to everyone involved, which by the way is a shit-ton, and they're not going to have a single clue as to what to do except go to you."

"That's why you exist Maggie. To give guidance and an ideal to strive for."

"Yeah but I cant, and I wont, always be here to "protect" everyone."

"I know." He said as she patted her knee.

" I know how I left things here Deaton, and I am truly sorry, but I must admit that I miss our talks." She said softly, almost as if she were embarrassed.

Deaton smiled at her. "There is nothing to apologize for, dear. You had every reason to leave the way you did, your brothers too. I'm just glad to have you back. This town hasn't been nearly as interesting with you gone."

Maggie laughed. "I caused a lot of trouble didn't I?"

He nodded. "You and Derek were a menace!" he said as he laughed.

Maggie's smile dropped at the mention of a certain Hale. Her silence did not go unnoticed by Deaton.

Deaton smiled sympathically at her and held her hand. "You should talk to him." He said softly. "He's hurting just as much as you are."

Maggie shook her head. "I can't do that."

"Yes you can!" Deaton encouraged. "And you should. What happened in the past does not have to pave way for what occurs in the future."

Maggie nodded. Looks like she's going to have to pay a visit to an old friend.

Maggie approached the old abandoned house in the woods; she ducked down behind a bush, noticing how Derek was not alone. She patiently waited as she heard the screams of Scott McCall and waited for Derek's little pow-wow with his beta to be over and done.

She saw Scott and his friend, who she knew to be Stiles, stopped at the red door, Scott looking at it intensely. She couldn't hear what they were saying but she figured it couldn't be good as Scott began to hack at the paint with his claws.

She peered closely at the symbol that Derek had attempted to cover up, "Oh Derek," she sighed, "what have you gotten yourself into?" Once Scott and Stiles left, she got up from her place behind the bushes, brushed her pants off and went up the old stairs. As she was about to step into the house, her booted foot was stopped.

"What the hell?" she looked down and noticed how her foot was unable to go inside. She tried to shove herself in but to no avail. There was a barrier and she knew it was meant to keep her out.

"Really Derek." She said, knowing he would hear her.

She reached for her stele from the inside pocket in her jacket and drew a rune that would permit her access. "Nice try, Hale," she said as she freely walked in. "Seriously," she said to the empty house, "weak attempt. Where'd you find someone to make a mark like that? Witches R Us?"

She notices movement from the corner of her eye and in one fluid motion she grabbed a knife from her jacket and threw it. She turned and grinned proudly as the knife had stuck Derek to a wall. He glared at her and tried to take the knife out of his shirt but jerked his hand away as it had burned him.

Maggie tisked and leisurely walked over to him, "You really think you can keep me out?" she said, trying to hold back laughter, "you should know better then to touch one of these." She said as she took the knife and wagged it at him as if to scold him.

"How did you find me?" he said angrily.

Before she answered, Maggie and Derek just starred at each other. Both lost in the eyes of the other. For a moment, time stood still, both hearts beating as one. Her heart was slowly breaking as she stared into the green eyes of the boy, who had grown into man that tore up her heart.

Maggie quickly composed herself and said, "I just followed the stench of pure desperation and trouble and look!" she exclaimed as she turned around to face him once more, "here you are!"

Derek glared at her, "how did you know I'd be here?"

She smirked at him, "I had a hunch."

"By the way," she continued, "Dean says hi," she threw a large bone at the ground by his feet, "he wanted me to give this to you."

Derek growled at her, his eyes turning a crimson red. "Oh damn," she exclaimed, and threw her hands in the air, "I forgot a Frisbee."

"Get out!" he growled.

"Too far?" she asked, crinkling her eyes and nose.

"Leave, Winchester."

"Oh come on, D. It's been like what? Six years?" she asked.

"You shot me," he said, "multiple times."

"Eh," she shrugged, "you're not still sore about that are you? It was necessary."

"Don't forget how you just picked up and left right after!" he yelled, "you and your stupid brothers just picked up and left!"

She looked up at him, "you knew we had too," she fought back, "it's not like we had a choice!" she yelled.

Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "what's done is done," he said, "why are you here Maggie?"

"For the very same reason you are." She pointed at him, "and you know that. So can we just skip the whole twenty questions game and I just tell you that; yes Dean and Sam are fine; No I am not here on behalf of the Clave; No I don't want to even talk about the clave; or my dad," she said while giving him a pointed look at the dad part, "Yes, I'm here for Scott; and yes," she smiled, "I missed you too." She took a deep breath and sat on what was left of a chair. "I like what you've done with the place," she smirked, "vintage."

Derek glared at her, "shut up."

"So are you going to say it?" she asked.

"Say what?" he asked impatiently.

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, "thank you?"

"Now why in the hell would I say thank you to you of all people?"

"Because," she said as if it were the most simplest thing, "I'm here and you now why and I saved your ass at the hospital." She waked up to him and craned her neck to look into his green eyes, "I'm here because you know you desperately need my help. So get off your high horse and accept it. I wouldn't be here if it weren't important."

He rolled his eyes and restrained himself from screaming in frustration. "And before you say anything," Maggie said, "I know I'm the last person you wanted help from.

She was right. Even though she, and her brothers, is the last people on earth that he wanted help from, he also understood that he wasn't going to find anyone better. No one could do what the Winchester's could and they did it well. What bothered him most though was that they knew that.

"Just tell me why you're here," he asked, "of all the times you could have showed up you choose now."

"Hey," she said, "you're asking all the wrong questions. Be glad I came when I did and that it was me who showed up. Be glad that I'm even here at all! Anyone else, especially from The Clave, and you're dead. This whole thing you've got going with this town has gone on for far too long and it is way out of hand."

"I'm here," she continued, "to clean up your mess."

"Like always," she muttered.

"I heard that!" he barked, "and I have everything under control, so you can tell your friends back at The Clave to back the fu-"

"Under control?" she said, holding up a hand, "under control? Are you effing kidding me? You've got two teenagers who are missing and are, might I add, apart of you're damn wolf pack that you have assembled with a two other teenagers," she exclaimed, "you are leading a pack of four teenagers who are still in high school Derek. Dozens of people have died. That is not under control."

Derek glared at her but she could detect the sadness in his eyes, "I'm not here to make you feel like shit, but I need you to tell me what kind of pig's shit you've gotten yourself into Derek because only a special kind of dumbass would fuck with an alpha pack. Why couldn't you just leave things the way my brothers and I left them?" Her brown-eyed gaze was fierce and demanding.

"I don't know Maggie, maybe it has something to do with the fact that my entire family is dead. Or maybe it has something to do with you leaving." He said as he sat on the steps of the broken staircase.

Maggie knew that the alpha problem ran much deeper then just Beacon Hills and Derek, "we're going to get through this Derek," she said as she sat beside him on the steps of the stairs and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "together."

"That's why I'm here," She added.

"Yeah, and next thing I know you're gone again." He said with snark.

Maggie winced at the low blow, "I'm not going anywhere," she said softly, "and last time I checked I had to leave. I didn't choose this. You know that."

Derek look up at her and gave her a ghost of a smile, "you're a pain in the ass you know that right?"

She smiled, "and you're a dick."

"I missed you too," Derek thought to himself, but he'd never admit to the girl who had broken his heart.

This must be confusing for every one considering I pretty much just changed everything. So PM or comment any questions you have.