A/N I'm on the fence about this chapter. It felt a little gratuitous with all the drama. I might rewrite this one. Here you go, the end of season 4. Should I continue?

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It was dark. I don't mean a little bit, I mean pitch black can't see the hand in front of your face dark. For the first few minutes I was awake, it was disorienting. I thought maybe I was more tired than I thought and couldn't open my eyes, or that I was blindfolded. Somehow that was more assuring than being locked in the shadows. This thought led me to my next panic, my hands were tied behind me. I couldn't even search the area in front of me if I wanted to. Attempting deep breaths I got slowly onto my feet using the wall behind me for support.

"Peter? Are you here?" I stood there shaking and listening. I choked back a sob at the thought of being alone in the dark. I turned my hands as best I could behind me so I could feel the wall. It was warm and felt like metal. The thought of being in a warehouse or something that was pitch black was causing me to hyperventilate, I shifted slowly along the wall so I didn't fall if there was an opening. I touched a corner pretty quickly. Shifting my hands as best I could, this wall was just as smooth. I slid my way down. It wasn't far, maybe 3 feet. On the next wall, my hair caught on something causing me to cry out. I froze waiting to see if anything was moving, but nothing shifted. I leaned slowly away from the wall bringing my arms up as much as I could to feel where I was caught. It was a hook or a clip. I gently pulled my head away and kept sliding, there were more clips for the next 2 feet.

I burst into tears when I confirmed that I was in a three-by-three room. It was too warm and I couldn't hear anything outside. For an irrational moment, I thought maybe Peter had put me in a metal coffin but it was too big. Maybe a storage locker.

"Is anyone out there?" I sobbed out "Peter, please! Just let me go, I won't run. Just let me out. Peter!" I kicked the wall in frustration and hurt my foot, the walls were solid.

I slid down the wall crying. I wished I could at least hold myself but he took that option away from me. I wedge myself in the corner. I know it was irrational but I just kept imagining a monster somewhere in this small space with me.

I don't know how long it was, my tears finally gave away to hiccups. My head was feeling light and I could feel the sweat rolling off of my face. There was just the smallest noise outside, like a chain rattling. I was up on my feet as fast as I could falling forward against one of the walls face first causing me to let out a groan.

"Peter!" I sobbed out "I won't run, I swear, please Peter, I'll do whatever you want!"

There was a clang and the wall in front of me was opening, it was so bright I couldn't see. All I could do was sob hysterically now that I was out into cool air, I was caught before I could fall "I won't run, I won't, please don't put me back in there,"

"Arielle!" My head snapped up, that wasn't Peter. I blinked to dry and acclimate my eyes.

"Jesus, how long was she in there?" Someone asked behind Jordan. I didn't even bother looking, I just dove more into Jordan's arms letting everything out. I felt him kneel down with me in his arms petting my head. He shifted me more comfortably and when I felt someone behind me I tensed.

"It's okay, hey, it's alright I'm just getting the flexicuffs off of you,"

"Mr. Argent? Wh-How are you alive?" I asked trying to look over my shoulder.

"Not sure I completely am, to be honest," he muttered "The kid basically goaded me into surviving,"

I felt Jordan's chest rumble slightly with a chuckle before he reached down and massaged my wrists from the numbness. My wrists were all torn up from moving so much. I protested when Jordan pulled away, he helped me up and kept me by his side.

"Why did Peter put you in my gun safe?" Argent asked as he moved around the shelves collecting bags of weapons. I looked cautiously behind me to where the safe was. It looked so small from out here.

"He knew you wouldn't be coming back here, probably," I sniffled.

"The idiot couldn't smell that there's no ventilation in there? You would have suffocated eventually,"

"Maybe he didn't care," I shrugged.

They both gave me a look I couldn't decipher. There was a clattering from upstairs and then the door slammed open almost shattering it "Arielle?" Isaac was here. I burst into more tears and ran for him. He grabbed me and held me tight against him "Where the hell were you, I thought you tried to ki…" his words abruptly stopped when he saw the other two people in the room.

"How did you know I was here," I said wiping my eyes. I could see the rage building up in him when he saw my wrists.

"I didn't know, I was coming to meet Chris and I heard your voice,"

"Peter locked her in my safe, he thought I wasn't going to be around to open it," Chris told him wincing as he hauled a bag of guns and ammunition over his back.

Isaac paled looking at the safe. What a pair we made, one with claustrophobia and the other with Nyctophobia (fear of the dark) "Peter did this?" I nodded feeling a little lightheaded after all of the crying.

"We have to go," Chris called for us as Jordan picked up another bag "No one is answering and everyone has left for La Iglesia. At my confused look, Isaac started pushing me to follow them explaining that Kate took Scott and Kira. They weren't sure what they were doing with him but they thought it had something to do with stealing Scott's powers. Everyone had already left for Mexico and it was going to be hard to catch up.

"They don't know Peter is up to something," I told them.

Isaac's jaw clenched "None of them have been answering their phones, we have to catch up to them," We loaded up into Jordan's bronco and readied ourselves. I admired that Jordan was taking everything in stride. Poor kid doesn't even know half of it. I leaned on Isaac's shoulder tiredly and then wrinkled my nose.

"I smell terrible,"

I saw Isaac smirk "I wasn't going to mention anything,"

I groaned "I was scared and it was hot in there I grumbled at him," That took the smirk off his face and he hugged me into his side. Jordan let me know that in his pack was a toiletry set he keeps for hiking back there. I was able to clean myself off a bit before falling asleep next to Isaac.

I knew I had slept for a while but it was a 10-hour drive and I was feeling antsy. What I didn't know was that Jordan made good use of his undercover police lights and had cut off an hour. We were close. Chris was busy making calls. He let us know the Calaveras was going to help us, that he had struck a deal a while ago with them. We approached the church hearing gunfire already. Two jeeps pulled next to us as the Calveras jumped out, I did too as Jordan fired from his seat to give us time to get ready. I could see Braden dropped from a berserker's arms 20 feet in front of us. I went around seeing if I could get behind them when I saw him.

Derek was there leaning against a broken wall. Blood was running down his face, coating his lips. He looked too still and unnaturally pale. My whole world stopped as I stumbled looking at him "Derek?" I whispered "Derek?" I yelled this time dropping next to him and taking his face in my hands "Der?" His eyes fluttered open and he smiled. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I kissed him softly and pulled back smiling at him. He opened his mouth, it looked like he was saying my name but no sound came out. I felt my smile slipping in worry. I slid my hands down to his chest and willed the healing process to start. His eyes brightened for a second as he smiled again and then stilled, eyes still open. I screamed. I pushed my hands on him harder, willing my energy to flow into him but nothing happened. I sobbed frantically moving my hands trying to move them to a better place for a connection. "Derek please," I cried holding my forehead against his. I pushed harder at myself willing my body to release all my energy to him every drop if I had to. I could feel it crashing out of me like a wave, but like Derek was a wall in the sand, it couldn't break over. A keening sound burst through me as I cradled his head in my arms.

Hands pulled me away from him as I wailed. I felt the jolt of a hand smacking my cheek. I broke out of my despair in shock, Isaac had just hit me. Tears were pouring down his face "I know, I know. You have to hold it in right now, or Scott and Kira are going to die too along with all of the people who came here to help us,"

How could I think about them? How could I think about anyone as ice moved through me, as images of Derek hit me so hard I felt like I would shatter? Everything drained from me until I was a hollow shell.

"I need you," he told me. My eyes lifted to meet his and I nodded. My brother needed me. I turned running to the entrance of the church I had seen Scott come out of when we first came to Derek. I stumbled as I felt my heart shatter again at the thought. I kept going willing my body to move through the numbness. I was deep into the tunnels not knowing where to go, I heard shouting but it was a maze. I turned in circles lost. I just wanted to give up, to lie here to be swallowed by the walls and be forgotten.

Isaac needs me I told myself. I made a decision and ran down a hallway into a large cavern-like room. I saw Scott standing claws out and eyes a brighter red than I have seen them. Kira and Malia were crouching on the ground while Liam looked ready to jump in if he needed to. I followed their gaze to find Peter, more wolf than I have ever seen him. My vision went dark. I only saw him.

I strode forward past everyone. I could tell he was surprised, his lips moving to say something. I couldn't hear anything past the ringing in my ears. I wanted to watch the life drain out of him. I reached him ducking under the arm that he shot out to grab my shoulder. I twisted around as I did, using both our momentums against us by bringing his arm back with me and snapping it upwards. The sounds came back as I heard the cracking and his sounds of pain. Then Scott was rushing him. I wanted to throw Scott back so I could show Peter my fury but I stopped myself by thinking of Isaac. I needed to help Scott.

"End it, Peter. Because you won't get another chance," Scott told him blocking most of Peter's attacks. Peter leaped back snapping his arm back into place as he turned so Scott was in between us. I watched for a second as Scott threw him at my feet like an offering. Peter's face contorted even more seeing me. I could see the warning in his eyes, a trapped beast. His clawed hand reached out to block my way forward as he snarled at Scott.

"You were never an Alpha, Peter. But you were always a monster," Scott told him. I wanted to hurt Peter as he hurt me. I looked at his outstretched hand, and I jumped.

It was sickening how easily his claws went through me. Like butter. I didn't stop my forward momentum until his whole hand was inside my stomach. I watched as horror filled his eyes. I wanted to die in front of him just to spite him. Because he loved me. He loved me just about as much as he could love anyone. I pulled back away from him falling to my knees, keeping my eyes on his. Then Scott was there throwing him into the wall and knocking him out. I felt like I was holding my intestines in as I wrapped my arms around my middle. I had done what Isaac had asked.

Scott was staring at me in horror. A howl broke out above us causing goosebumps to break out over my whole body. Scott kneeled next to me frantically "That's Derek's howl," he told me willing to understand. I felt a sob run through me. I nodded frantically at him. I concentrated on bringing that wave of energy back into myself. Scott pulled me up as I concentrated. Stiles' arms took over for Scott. Guiding me up and out as he, Kira, Liam, and Malia ran past us to go help if it was needed. I felt my stomach stitching together faster than I had ever healed. I froze at the entrance seeing Derek pulling apart a berserker with his bare hands. The sun was rising behind him covering him in a golden light. I fell to my knees hands reaching into the dirt to hold me in place. I wondered if I was in fact dying. If I was seeing the thing I wanted most in the world before I crossed. He turned to me.

I didn't even realize he had moved, one second he was so far I felt I would never touch him again and then next he was kneeling with me on the ground hands covering my shaking ones. A strangled whimper came out of my throat as he placed his forehead on mine. He was alive.