So I realized that I have a lot of mini-plots going on. And a reader suggested to take out one of the plots and turn it into a sequel. And I agree. So, everything relating to Summer / Anna's past will be in the sequel and I hope ya'll stick around for that (:

Guest: Well, I am writing a book... I'm halfway through. It's "real life", not supernatural. Maybe I'll post it on fictionpress when I'm done with this.

Thanks for the support guys! :D Totally appreciate it! And this chapter is kinda long so I hope it doesn't bore you.

Since returning to Beacon Hills, Derek never found the need to renovate his house despite it being terribly burned. It wasn't until he met Summer that he started to repair the walls and floors, buying new furniture and installing the plumbing. Keyword, started. The house was still threatening to collapse.

He lived here his entire youth and realized that he wanted Summer to live here, too. He changed so much since he met her. But he didn't care. He loved the change.

Derek quickly got out of the car and went to the passenger side to open the door, taking her hand in his.

He flashed her a smile as he shut the door behind her. He squeezed her hand, not wanting to let go. Because a part of him kept saying this was all a dream and the second he lets go, she would fade away.

He led her to his house and cursed silently, wishing that he had renovated years ago instead of waiting at the last minute. Summer doesn't deserve to be in a half burned house like this. But he led her anyway, up to the door – which he had fit in last week – and entered his house with her following.

Summer was relieved that his back was to her. She didn't want him to see her all nervous and shy. She had briefly wondered if she was overdressed – a light pink ruffled dress with matching pumps and clutch – but decided that she didn't care. After all, if she wasn't going to wear the outfit on a date, then where else was she going to wear it?

Besides, Derek was wearing just as formal clothes as she was.

She let herself admire him, the muscles beneath that black dress shirt, that rippled at each movement. Summer wondered how it would feel to have her hands run down his back. How it would feel to have his strong arms hold her like before… only this time in bed. She blushed.

"Sorry," he said, interrupting her thoughts. Her lustful thoughts. "I know my place is a mess. I just started to repair everything."

She smiled. "I'm not complainin'."

He looked at her, grateful. He didn't know what he would do if she had complained about the state of his house.

He guided her to the kitchen – his dining room was still in ruins – and pulled out a chair for her. As she sat down, he said, "I tried to make lasagna. I remember you saying you love it. Hope it turns out good." He put the dinner on the table and placed a bottle of Blue Moon in front of her. "I also remember you saying you love this beer."

Summer bit back a laugh. Never had anything like this happened to her and now that it did, well, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Scott!"

Scott sat up, rigid and worried. "What is it?" he asked Allison.

"I went into the study to tell Dad dinner was ready and he said he'll be out in a few."

He could hear her breathing heavily.

"So I left him, got curious 'cause an hour passed. He wasn't there."

"Wait, what do you mean? Did you check the bathroom? Garage? Bed –"

"Yes, Scott. I did! He's nowhere!"

Derek watched as she drank, tilting her head back and exposing her neck. He wondered what she would do if he brushed his fingers against her throat. Would she recoil in fear? Flinch in disgust? Or would she shiver in delight, moaning at his light touches?

"Where are you from?" he asked her when she put the glass down.

She looked at him. Took a final bite of the lasagna and chewed slowly and swallowed. "Beverley. It's in East Yorkshire. England." She still had that Southern accent.

He saw the nostalgic look on her face. "You miss it," he said, knowing that to ask would be a stupid.

"Yes. Yes, I do." Summer looked out the window, at the sunset. "My dad used to go to this pub. The Push. Whenever mum wasn't payin' attention, he would sneak me out of the house and take me with him." She laughed at the memory.

"I'm not complaining. I would never. Because then I would have never met you," Derek said, slightly rambling. "But, why did you leave?"

He saw anger that quickly got replaced with grief and Derek wished he could take back the question. But he was curious.

Her fingers gripped the glass tightly. "I was bored. Needed a change of scenery."

Derek knew she was lying and it didn't take a genius to realize she didn't want to talk about it. So he didn't ask anymore questions.

He looked at the candles on the table, flame flickering. His past came rushing back to him... Coming home to see his house engulfed in flames, blackened bodies... He shook his head, clearing his mind from the memory. Tonight was a night for him and Summer, nothing else.

"Wait, what time is it?" Derek asked, slightly worried.

"It's 7:10."

"Shit," he said, getting up. "We're gonna be late."

"Late? Late for what?" She followed him as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Just - just stay here. I'll be back. I need to get changed."

She watched as he ran up the stairs, confused. Summer brushed away the ash on the bottom of the stairs and sat down. She sighed, happy that the night was going great. She placed the clutch on her lap and crossed her legs, tapping her foot in a steady beat.

Upstairs, Derek was grabbed the striped tie and tied it, snug under the collar. Grabbing his leather jacket from the bed, he swung it over his shoulder and walked out, checking his phone.

15 missed calls. 5 from Scott, 7 from Allison, 3 from Stiles. "Dammit," he muttered, quickly dialing Scott's number.

The young werewolf answered on the first ring. "What the hell, Derek? Where were -"

"I'm busy, Scott," he interrupted. "What do you need?"

"Chris is missing."

"What do you mean?"

"He was in his study one moment, then next gone."

"He's a grown man, Scott. He's probably at the bar or something."

"I don't care. He's been acting strange since that trap went wrong. I think he's in trouble. You need to help us find him."

"Tell Erica, Isaac, and Boyd I want them to help you. I'm a bit busy." He was about to hang up on Scott when he heard the voices downstairs. Summer's and another man.

His heart pounded, afraid.

"Derek! Derek!" Scott shouted. "Are you listening to me?"

"Shut up. There's someone in my house." Derek walked quietly to the hallway, listening to the voices. He felt claws extend from his fingers and his teeth sharpen into fangs. He sniffed the air, trying to identify the man.

Chris.

Derek phased back to human and walked down the stairs, making enough noise to get Chris' attention. "Chris," he said, curtly.

The older man looked at Derek, relief in his eyes. "Derek. Thank god I found you." He walked towards Derek, stumbling.

Derek stood, frigid. He could smell the alcohol reeking from Chris' mouth. Drunk people always did stupid things. "What do you need." He didn't like Chris being here, in his house, near Summer. Especially since he was drunk.

"Derek?" Summer asked. She approached him, tentatively. "Is everything alright?" He saw a glass of water in her hand.

She jumped back as Chris spun around, facing her. "Yes!" he shouted, excited. "Everything is alright! I found the cure!"

Derek froze. "Get out," he growled, grabbing Chris by the arm and forcefully dragging to the door.

"No! No!" Chris yanked himself free and pulled Derek by his shirt, bringing him close to his face. "Didn't you hear me? I said I know the cure for lycanthropy!"

The Alpha slammed his hand against Chris' mouth, shutting him up. "Shut the fuck up!" he spat. He didn't want Summer to know. He couldn't let Summer know. Know that werewolves existed, that Derek himself was a werewolf. Because if she knew, she would leave him. After all, why would someone as beautiful and amazing as Summer ever be in love with a beast?

Too late.

Derek flinched as he heard the glass drop, shattering against the floor. "No," he whispered, pained. He let go of Chris and slowly turned to face Summer.

"Summer," he softly said, taking a step closer to her, hands reaching out. "Summer."

He groaned, miserable, when Summer moved away from him, fear in her eyes.

"Summer..."

"You're - You're," she stuttered. She shut her eyes, feeling her head pound. One word raced through her mind: karma.

"Summer!" Derek shouted, praying that she would look at him. He wanted to see her eyes, her smile... He wanted her to listen. "Please, let me explain."

"Stop! We don't have time for this!" Chris interrupted, angry. "We need to get the cure!"

"Fuck off!" he snarled, throwing Chris away from him. He ruined everything. That stupid hunter. He looked back at Summer. "Summer. Please. Look at me. I won't - I would never. I could never hurt you. Please." He stretched out his hand, wishing she would hold it.

"I tried so hard," she whispered.

"What?" Derek asked, confused.

She sank to the ground, not caring if her dress got smeared with the the ash. "I tried so... so hard to find the cure. To start a new life. A new life without werewolves. Tried so hard to be human again." She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. "To be human again. I'm human. But the thing I ran away from is coming back. Why is it coming back to my life? To haunt me?"

She flinched as she felt warm hands touch her bare arms. She looked up and saw Derek staring at her.

Derek's mind blanked when he heard Summer confess. When he heard her say she used to be a werewolf.

"Wait, what?" Chris mumbled, looking at Summer, baffled. "You - you were a werewolf?" Realization flickered across his face as he repeated what she had said in his head. "Human..." he said to himself. "You were cured." He walked towards her, confidence in his steps. "You're cured! That means you can help!"

She looked at Derek, puzzled. "What does he mean? Derek, what's going on?"

Derek tried to keep everything a secret. He was afraid that if she knew the truth, she would leave him. But she already knew so there was no point. "There's a supernatural entity roaming along the west coast, killing people."

She gasped. "What? What is it?"

"It's called a Wisp. And there's this necklace that has a stone inside. But it's locked. Only the saliva of a cured Supernatural can open it." Derek brought his hand to her face, slowly to see if she would turn her head away. But she didn't and so Derek, relieved, brushed back a lock of hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear.

"You can do it!" Chris said, standing in front of her. "We need you to put this in your mouth!" He crouched, eye level to her, holding the golden necklace in front of her.

She took it, hands shaking. A thought flashed through her mind and she blinked back tears. "Is this why... Is this why you were nice to me?" she asked Derek, accusation and hurt on her face. She avoided looking at him.

"No!" Derek shouted, panicking. "I swear. That's not why. I wanted to do it because I -" He stopped. He couldn't say it yet. He couldn't tell her he loves her because he didn't know if she felt the same way. "- because I like you. A lot. Because I wanted to."

Her lips formed a small smile and Summer glanced at Chris who was looking at her, urgently. She looked at the necklace. She forced the nervousness away as she closed her mouth with the necklace inside. It was cool and smooth against her tongue. She thought she felt it tremble. She took it out after a few seconds and gave it to Chris. He snatched it from her hand.

"I'm so sorry, Summer," Derek said, pulling her tight against his chest. He felt her nod and he smiled, grateful that she was wrapping her arms around him. Happy that he wasn't going to lose her.

Derek froze as he heard three heartbeats approaching the house, three sets of feet stomping against the dirt. He relaxed as he recognized their scents.

"Dad!" he heard Allison shout, running inside Derek's house. "Dad!" She sprinted to him, hugging him tightly. "Don't scare me like that, please."

From the corner of his eyes, Derek saw Scott and Stiles enter his house. "About time."

"Yeah, sorry. It took a while to figure out that he might have came here," Scott said, sheepishly.

"It's not working," Chris said, clenching the necklace in his fist. "Her spit didn't work."

"Wait, what?" Stiles asked. It wasn't until the three teens saw Summer in Derek's arms that they realized Chris was talking about her. And it took longer to realize what Chris was saying. "Wait, Summer is a cured werewolf?" he said, shocked.

"Not now, Stiles," Chris said, agitated. He walked back to Summer. "Why isn't this working?" he asked her.

Summer glanced at Derek, scared. "I - I don't know." She tried to hide behind Derek, not liking the menacing glare on Chris' face.

"Don't lie to me, girl," he said.

"Dad," Allison said. "Stop it, leave her alone." She placed her hand on his shoulder but he shook her off.

"You must be doing it wrong," he accused her.

"Back off," Derek said, nudging Summer back. He got up and pushed at Chris' chest, warning him to move away.

"No!" Chris knocked Derek back against the wall and yanked Summer off the floor by her arm.

"Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Stiles whined, running into the kitchen, wishing he was anywhere else besides here.

"Chris, let her go!" Scott demanded, morphing.

"No! I worked too hard for this to not work!" Chris shoved Summer up against the wall by the neck, her legs dangling and kicking at him. He tried to put the necklace back into her mouth but she kept her lips shut.

"Dad, stop it!"

The older man tightened his grip on her neck, using his other fingers to pry her mouth open and force the necklace inside.

"No!" he bellowed as he was wrenched off of Summer. The necklace fell to the ground.

Derek had grabbed Chris' shoulder and pulled him away from his mate.

Chris spun around to face Derek. "You fucking idiot!" he snarled. "I have to -"

Derek swung his arm, punching Chris on the mouth. He hoped that he broke the hunter's jaw.

Chris staggered back. He looked at Derek in disbelief. "You... are going to regret that." His face distorted into fury and he launched himself onto Derek, throwing a well-aimed punch.

Derek snarled as he was thrown against the ground, Chris striking his head. Derek kicked him off, sending him through the wall and into the kitchen.

"Holy fuck," Stiles moaned and he dropped to the ground, arms over his head, to avoid getting injured.

Chris grabbed a candle holder and ran towards Derek, chucking it at him, not caring that Derek was phasing into his wolf form. He grinned, crazed, when it struck the werewolf's head.

Derek swung his fist again and Chris dodged it, tackling the Alpha and smashed him across the table, splitting it in half. Chris kicked him against his stomach, once and again.

Derek howled, enraged, and he grabbed Chris by the leg, claws already extended and digging into the flesh, and flung him across the kitchen. He leaped, ready to jump on Chris and pound his fists into him.

He felt a body slam into his, knocking him down. He snarled, ready to rip the person apart, until he saw it was Scott.

"That's enough!" he barked, displaying his long fangs to Derek, ignoring the fact that he was an Alpha. "He's human. You're going to kill him."

He pushed Scott off and started to walk to Chris who was laying on the rubble, unconscious. "Good."

Scott grabbed the back of his shirt and shoved him away. "No! I said that's enough."

"I'm an Alpha!" he bellowed. "You don't give me orders!"

"I'm not asking as a wolf!" He let go of Derek and changed. "I'm asking as a friend."

Derek chest heaved heavily, heart still pounding from anger and adrenaline. But he forced himself to calm down and phase back. "Alright. I'm done. But get that shit out of here," he spat, pointing at Chris.

"Okay. Don't worry about it."

He stormed out of the again-destroyed kitchen, leaving Scott and Stiles to deal with Chris, and hurried to Summer.

"I just calmed her down," Allison told Derek, still holding her. "Maybe give her some water and let her rest. But it might be best if you talk to her. Just, talk. About anything. I think she's still shocked."

Derek crouched in front of Summer. He quickly looked at Allison before focusing on Summer. "Thanks."

She nodded. "Of course." She got up when she saw Scott and Stiles dragging her dad out of the house. "About my dad... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." She grabbed the necklace from the floor and ran outside.

He didn't reply. He just stared at Summer, not knowing what to do. He didn't say anything until he heard the cars drive away.

"Summer?"

"Why isn't she looking at me?"

"Summer... I'm so sorry. Summer, I didn't want any of this to happen to you, I swear. Please, just talk to me. Summer!"

"I don't..." She closed her eyes. Derek stared at the single tear as it trailed down to her chin. "I don't want to talk. I don't want to listen. I just..."

He tried to wipe the tear. But she turned her head away from his hand and his chest felt like it was going to explode when she did.

She took a deep breath. She got up, shaking. Derek tried to help her but she pushed him away. She wanted to leave, to get away from him. She cursed silently when she remembered that Derek gave her the ride. "Just take me home."

Whew, that was difficult to write. I have nooooo clue when it comes to writing fight scenes so I hope it turned out alright.

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Can't wait to watch Teen Wolf: Frenemy tonight!

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