Thanks to all you reviewers, who keep this story going! If your anxious to see what Kit's last resort is, you have to keep reading! Send me some ideas, and even some flames. Seriously, either your afraid to hurt my feelings or I'm just that good. We all know it's not the second option. I could use the criticism. PLEASE! J Oh, and I'm gonna use POV's so I don't get confused.

Disclaimer: Darkest Powers Is not mine. I don't own the sexy werewolf. WHAAA! There, I said it, DON'T SHOOT!

xxX Derek's POV Xxx

Waking up is always the hardest. Regaining consciousness is just impossible. Or at least that's what Derek thought as he opened his eyes to the ungodly bright walls. He let out a pained moan as everything that happened came back to him. Oh my god, my life's turning into a soap opera, he thought in horror. Derek tried moving and instantly decided that it was the worst idea he'd ever had. Blinding pain shot through his body and he collapsed into a panting heap.

He felt like crying, but decided against it. That was Simon's shtick, not his. Thinking of Simon made his heart ache. They were probably hysterical! By now, dad had possibly gotten into a fight, Simon's made some kind of oath that's going to get him killed and Andrew was convincing them to call off the search. After all, who else would they go to for help? The police wouldn't do a damned thing. The Edison Group had spies of their own.

Suddenly, his muscles writhed more violently than before. It wasn't just itchy anymore. It was painful. Derek began convulsing, letting out a few unintentional snarls. The writhing took longer to subside than last time and Derek was starting to get worried. What if it didn't stop the next time? He was so engrossed with these morbid thoughts that he didn't hear the clunking, heavy footsteps.

The door opened to admit not one, but five security guards. What they think I could do, I have no idea, thought Derek. Though the pain had subsided, his body ached and throbbed horribly. Forget about fighting, he didn't think he could even stand on his own. He realized the guards had gotten closer and he gave them his full attention. His stare unnerved them.

The men quickly freed Derek from his restraints and heaved him off the metal slab. Even working together, the five overweight guards could barely lift him. They took Derek to a gurney and strapped on more restraints. He resisted the urge to snort. Barely. To his surprise, they took him to an office. A nice one, at that. A middle-aged man was sitting at the desk doing paperwork. The bronzed name-plate read, 'Dr. Davidoff.'

He quickly looked up and gave the guards an errant smile. "Ah, good. The werewolf has recovered quite nicely, I see. No adverse affects from the serum. Not a sign of the change yet, they say? Well, keep an eye out. Let me just draw some blood and give him a bit of a check up. Make sure he doesn't implode or burn from the inside out like his brothers did. Wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?" He grinned at Derek with childlike glee. (AN: Prof. Stephens was the only one who knew Derek was changing. The students didn't actually know he was Changing. They thought he was, but he had no fur under his skin! Read the reckoning for more details.)

"Ah, Derek my boy! How are you? I haven't seen you since that rogue sorcerer stole you from us! Now, let's see what we're dealing with here…" With that, Davidoff took out a measuring tape and stretched it from Derek's head to his toes. "Hm. 6"4. And he's still got time to grow!" he said with a delighted laugh. After doing the necessary tests, he let the guards take Derek again. But not until Derek shuddered and convulsed.

With his fever in high gear, Derek's body was like a raging inferno. He twisted and jerked, holding back his screams with deep moans. His back arched at the pain and he heard and felt bones cracking before he recomposed himself. Taking a deep, strangled breath he forced the wolf back into it's cage. It's glowing eyes seemed to say, you can't run from what you are.

Davidoff frowned and reached for a thermometer. Sticking it in Derek's ear, he waited for the beep then took it out. "107.2 degrees," he said in awe. He quickly gathered himself again. "I didn't think it would work, but he's Changing! And rather rapidly, might I add. Alan, get the boy some water!" Davidoff knew this could be groundbreaking and he wouldn't have his subject die without testing. No, certainly not.

Derek wasn't aware of this. When the words '107.2 degrees' were said, he'd gone into shock. He was supposed to be dead. He should be dead. His thoughts were interrupted by a straw being shoved in his mouth. He began drinking slowly, then realized how thirsty he was. Derek had to tell himself to take small sips.

Derek suddenly felt detached, his head pounding a rhythm. His last thoughts were, I hate being drugged.

xxX Kit's POV Xxx

Kit phoned Jenna as soon as he was outside. "Jen, I need a list of all our contacts currently undercover. Make it fast. I don't know how long Derek can hold off the Change." Ending the call, Kit rushed to the van before Simon realized he hadn't really answered any questions. Judging by the shout, he just had. Kit drove to a safe house to find someone to help with the rescue. Hopefully, one of the more experienced sorcerers were there. It was night by the time he found an inhabited one.

Slamming the door, Kit turned around and found himself face to face with Kayla, the only shape-shifter he knew. Jumping in shock, he swore and growled, "Never again, Kay. Ever." Kayla's favorite form was an owl and she was just as quiet as one.

She snickered at the look on his face, then sobered. "Kit, why are you here? Has something happened?"

Kit sighed and explained quietly what was happening to Derek. Kayla looked murderous. She cared for Derek like a son, and hearing what they were doing to him…

Kayla roared and turned into a panther. Leaping at a tree, she began ripping it to shreds in anger. Only after she had mutilated three trees did she change back, still huffing. "Show me," she demanded.

Kit brought out the laptop he'd taken from Andrew's and pulled up the link. Only then did he realize that his son wasn't there. Kayla got the wrong impression. Obviously thinking they'd killed Derek, she screeched her pain to the moon and ran, not even changing her form.

Of course, Kit was also thinking the worst. Hands shaking, he choked back a sob and kept staring at the laptop, hoping he was wrong. That Derek was still alive. After a few moments, his cell rang. Kit panicked. What if it's Simon, he thought. What could I say? Answering just in time, he stuttered, "H-hello?"

Jenna answered, "Holy hell, Kit! I'm so sorry. I should have called earlier. Listen, Derek's not dead. They took him into another room. He looks pretty drugged. Here, I'm sending you the link now."

Sure enough, when he checked his e-mail, there was another link. Clicking it, he let out the breath he'd been holding. Derek was lying on a cot, drugged into slumber. For a moment, he just stared. When the brush behind him rustled, he turned to see Kayla creeping towards him. Tears still streaking her face, she murmured brokenly, "Kit, I'm s-so, so…sor-" she broke off sobbing.

Kit hugged her and gently told her what happened. Wiping her eyes on the back of her hand, the thirty year old watched the link with Kit. She still couldn't believe that Derek had been caught. "You've been running for so long, even I lose track of you," she'd complain. But they didn't speak as she led him into the house.

Inside, there were four more people. Kit knew them all. A powerful sorcerer, a kindly old shaman and the young half Agito twins all greeted him warmly. As he told his story, Kayla picking up where he left off, the twins simultaneously leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he went on. Sam and Victoria weren't Derek's biggest fans, but in times like these, supernatural's stuck together. If one went down, you can be sure as hell that the others would, too. The shaman, Ezekiel, was horrified by Derek's treatment and offered to heal him when he was found. Kit accepted this offer gratefully. Jason agreed to help on account of curiosity. He'd never met a werewolf.

After his tale ended, Kit murmured, "Thank you."

"What for, Kit?" the twins chorused.

"For agreeing to help me find Derek. Not many people like werewolves and I'm surprised that you all want to help," answered Kit.

"I used to be afraid of werewolves. After all, they killed my parents. But Derek is special. I watched him care for an owlet when he found it away from it's nest. He never complained and he never stopped looking after it until it was time to let it go. Not many human children show that much devotion," stated Kayla, looking around her defiantly. No one commented.

Ezekiel agreed. "Derek is indeed special. No doubt that even if he'd grown up in a pack, Derek would still be the same."

Kit was overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stated, "Let's go find our boy."

xxX Simon's POV Xxx

Simon was worried. Worried about if they found Derek, would they have to kill him? Simon jerked himself away from those thoughts. That way leads insanity, he thought wryly. Sighing, he looked at his homework and shoved it away. He didn't even go to the school anymore, so why bother?

Glancing around, Simon headed out into the yard. Grabbing the basketball that Andrew had bought for when he came over, he whispered the levitation spell. Concentrating, he got the ball about two feet off the ground before Andrew's shout made him drop it. Startled, Simon whipped around, eyes wide.

Andrew looked pissed. Eyes burning with anger, he shouted, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming back here? I just about had a heart attack when I couldn't find you! I care for you, Simon, and I don't want you to turn out like that mutt that Kit is try-"

"Don't you dare call my brother a mutt!" he roared. "Derek isn't the coward who let the Cabal kill his wife! He's saved my life more times than I can count, and you have no right to call him names because of your freakin' fear! My brother is not the monster you think he is."

Andrew stared at him coldly. "Get out." When Simon only stared at him stubbornly, he screamed "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"FINE!"

Running up the stairs, Simon stuffed his things back into his suitcase. He knew he shouldn't have said those things, but he couldn't help it. Derek was his brother. His over protective, smart-ass brother. God, it's been three days since he'd seen him. First chance he got, he'd tell his brother all about how he'd scored the winning basket in the basketball game.

But now, there were other things to think about. Like calling his father.

Taking a deep breath, Simon pulled out his phone and dialed Kit's number. He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

Wincing in anticipation of the tongue-lashing he was going to get, he replied, "Hey, dad. Um, could you pick me up?"

There was a pause, then, "Why?"

Simon explained quickly, "'mbannedfromthehouse."

"You got banned from the house because he called Derek a mutt and you insulted him?"

"Pretty much…"

"I'm proud of you, Simon."

Simon was shocked. Where was the, I'm so disappointed in you he'd been expecting? He'd gotten them kicked out of Andrews house and he was being praised?

"Uh, dad, are you feeling okay?"

There was a rush of air from the other end of the line. "Simon, I'm not upset because you stood up for your brother. It takes courage to do that. Look, I'll be there as soon as I can. And don't worry, just use your credit card to rent a hotel room for the night."

Simon grinned. " 'night, dad."

" 'Night, son."

I just had to add that tender moment. Don't worry, though. Derek will be back with his family soon. I'm thinking of having Derek's partial changes, so I'll need feedback. Review! and add some ideas for the next chapter. Bye!