A/N: Gabe's-Girl-Forever made me cry w/ her review lmao, she's so cute :D :*, anyway this chapter is going to be broken up into three parts .. maybe. Anyway, I need some OC character entries & I need your guys' help. My main goal is three, but I might accept four, depending. PM me the info on your character. Just fill out this form.

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Chapter Eight: Recruitment – Part I

"I can't believe it .. it's all gone." Said Allison, who had a hand covering her mouth. She was holding Scott, who in turned held her tighter. Sure, she might've had a grudge over Derek for killing her mother, but that was all in the past now. She was only human, and humans make mistakes right?

"Derek, I'm so sorry .." said Lydia, who walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, "Everything will be okay, just hang in there alright?" She sent him a reassuring smile, before grabbing Jackson's hand, and facing the others. "Me and Jackson have to go now .. Take care you guys."

Lydia and Jackson began to walk back towards the woods, when Boyd and Erica bent down where Derek was sitting. After Elena and her pack had left, he slumped down the forest floor, staring at the charred remains of his old home.

"Derek, words can't express how you're feeling right now, and I'm not even going to pretend like I know what you're going through. But just know that our differences are put behind us, and if you need anything, anything at all .. you let me know." Erica said, giving Derek a small hug before turning to Boyd.

"Look man, I'm really sorry about everything's that's going on .. I hope you I'm here for you, we all are." Said Boyd quickly, before he and Erica turned to leave.

"Derek, don't give in to her .. please," Natalie began, rushing to his side, "I know her tricks, her games, I know how she is and she's doing all of this so you could surrender to her. Don't give up, you're strong, I know you can beat her." She turned to grab Isaac's hand, and they left as well, Isaac giving Derek a small frown. If there's one thing Isaac wasn't good for, it was comforting other people. Allison walked over towards Derek and knelt by his side.

"Take a walk with me Derek, please?" she asked, giving him a small smile, "Scott, I need to talk to Derek, you and Stiles stay here and call out if anything bad happens, okay?"

Scott gave her a look of confusion, but reluctantly nodded the approval. Allison helped Derek up, and lead him out into the woods, where they walked in silence for a while. Allison cleared her throat before speaking.

"Derek, I just wanna start by saying .. I'm sorry. I know you've been hearing it a lot tonight, but .. just know that I'm not just sorry for this," she moved her arms all around, motioning towards all the problems they've been faced with, "Most of all, I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble in the last few months."

Derek turned to her, and raised an eyebrow before opening his mouth to speak, but Allison interrupted him. Damn, was this Halloween dedicated to interrupting the Alpha as well?

"No, no let me finish. I haven't been the greatest person to you, to anyone for that matter. I was selfish, and when my mother died .. it was like, I had nothing left in my soul but anger, and when I heard that you killed her I –"

"Woah, woah, woah wait .." Derek said, cutting her off, "I didn't kill Victoria, all I did was bite her, my intentions were never to kill her. I just wanted to turn into the very thing she hated the most, it was supposed to be ironic, but she walked away like nothing. I never killed her."

"But Gerard said –" she started before silencing herself. Gerard said, she thought, before putting two and two together. He lied to her, he lied to her in order for her to join him in eradicating Derek and his pack, she couldn't believe it, "Wow, I feel so stupid!" she screamed, hitting herself on the head.

"Hey, hey .." said Derek, holding her arms to her side, he looked deep into her eyes, and spoke in a soft voice, "It's not your fault, you were vulnerable, anyone could've accepted the same fate he offered you. You did it because you loved your mother, correct?"

Allison nodded, tears swelling in her eyes, "Derek, there's not a day that goes by that I don't regret the things I did. I hurt you, I hurt Erica, Boyd and Isaac, I let Stiles get captured, and most of all .. I hurt Scott."

"Like I said, not your fault. People make mistakes, you're part of a family you wished hadn't had the violent history it had." Derek replied. Wow, he hadn't thought about how Allison felt throughout her whole ordeal. She let out a sob, and she hugged Derek, and held him tight, as did he, "All you can do now, is make Scott happy. He loves you Allison, and trust me when I tell you that he did everything he did to protect you."

She let Derek go, and wiped her tears away, before nodding, "You're right. Come on, let's go back before Scott and Stiles get worried."

Derek nodded, and led her back out towards the clearing. Back at the station, Scott was throwing small pebbles into the trees while Stiles was sitting on a large boulder, ripping apart small charred leaves. Scott looked extremely bored, whilst Stiles looked .. deep in thought.

"Ready to go?" asked Scott, as he took Allison's hand, "Your Dad will kill me if you come home late. We don't wanna add a pissed off hunter to our list of dilemmas do we? Derek, what are we going to do?"

"Scott, at this point .. I don't even know." Derek sighed, "Take Allison home, be careful guys. You know who to call if you need anything ."

"Alright, Goodnight Derek." Said Scott, who received a scoff by Derek. How could this night get any worse? He just wanted to sleep is all, sleep until everything goes away. Allison and Scott left, leaving him and Stiles alone.

"Are you okay?" asked Stiles sheepishly. He didn't want to further aggravate or stress out the older wolf any more than he already is.

"I'm fine Stiles, you can go home. Your father must be worried sick about you." Derek replied, turning back to the ruined train station. He just wanted to be alone, alone to deal with the mess that was now his life.

"Let's go." Said Stiles, crossing his arms and glaring at Derek. Said Alpha turned to look at him, and sneered.

"Excuse me?" asked Derek in bewilderment, trying hard not to sound too shocked. Just what was Stiles getting at?

"I said, let's go. I'm not leaving you out here all alone with no home, no food, no water, no shelter, no –"

"I get it!" Derek yelled, flinching at the sound of his own voice, "It's alright Stiles, thanks but no thanks, just go home."

"If I remember correctly, a melodramatically brooding Alpha once told me that we're pack, and that pack is a family, and family never gets left behind." replied Stiles, who simply shrugged and walked towards the jeep, "You coming or not?"

Derek shuffled his feet awkwardly, wondering if Stiles was serious, if he really did offer him a place to stay. He looked down at the ground, and bit his lip, contemplating whether or not he should follow, and so he did. He followed him into the small blue jeep, towards Derek's new temporary home.

During the whole ride to her home, Allison was completely silent. She casually took a glance at Scott, who seemed to be staring out of the window in deep thought. She couldn't blame him, he wasn't one for digesting everything at once. Both Lydia and Jackson were just as quiet in the front seat, Jackson staring intently on the road ahead, and the strawberry-blonde shuffling through her phone anxiously.

"This blows man." Said Jackson abruptly, shifting all the eyes in the car towards him, "If it isn't one thing, it's another with this town."

"Psh, you got that right." Replied Scott, who raised his eyebrows in agreement. He hated their situation right now, given that both he and Derek never really saw eye to eye, he still felt for the Alpha, he wished he could do something to finally end everything once and for all.

"What are we going to do? I mean, usually Derek has a plan for everything, but now even he doesn't know what to do." Stated Allison, "You know what? I think we should help him. I think we should do some research and find a way to help him as much as we can. Maybe I can get the hunters on our side."

"Hunters and Wolves working together? I doubt it," scoffed Jackson, "Besides, even if we research, we wouldn't even know where to start. Stiles does all the research."

"Um, Stiles isn't the only brains in the pack you know," began Lydia, who flipped her back and glared at Jackson, "besides, I think I can research some old Archaic Latin in the library on Alpha packs and their weaknesses. I mean, maybe this isn't the first time a pack of Alpha's has been heard of."

"You're right, hey do you guys think we can rebuild Derek's old mansion? Make it look brand new? Maybe as sort of a gift, to let him know he truly has his pack." Suggested Allison.

"You know, that's a good idea Allison, maybe Jackson's father and my father can work out a deal with some of the best construction companies and architects in the state." Replied Lydia.

"Are you guys kidding me? How are you and Jackson going to get your parents to pay to fix a mansion that isn't even yours?" asked Scott, his face as confused as ever. One day, the kid's face might contort into confusion for the rest of his life if these people kept on throwing him off.

"You've never seen a rich kid have a tantrum McCall?" asked Jackson smugly from the front seat. He looked in the mirror towards Scott and he winked, an amused look on his face. Scott shrugged as he slumped down to his seat.

"Cool, I'll tell my Dad to call up some of his friends, Jackson will do the same, and it's settled. We'll even have a decent place for our pack meetings, no more abandoned subway station ridden with insects, termites, rats and maybe bats or possums for all we know .." said Lydia, who shuddered at the thought.

"You forgot Raccoons babe." Said Jackson, amused at the sight of his girlfriend's disgusted look. He reached over and kissed her soft pink lips, glad that the destructive past between him and her is finally behind them.

Derek and Stiles were sitting in Stiles' room, Derek on the computer chair, and Stiles on the bed. One had the laptop, and the other donned the desktop searching for endless files on Elena. Although none found anything useful, they did find however, a new plan.

"Maybe I should call Peter." Suggested Derek, who clicked the computer off and wheeled the chair around to face Stiles. The younger boy looked up from the laptop, and gave Derek an incredulous look.

"You mean the guy who killed your sister, bit Scott, turned everyone's life upside down, killed your ex-girlfriend, tried to kill both Lydia and Me, then haunted Lydia until she resurrected him from the dead? Are you kidding me!?" he yelled, "WHY!?"

"Because Stiles, he'd know what to do. I'm completely stumped on what to do, it's creeping me out. I usually have a plan but when I try to think …. Nothing!" said Derek, exhausted. He put his face in his hands, massaging his temples for the oncoming headache.

"I mean, if you feel that it's right .. go right ahead. But make sure he doesn't try any funny stuff. He's not trusted here, and you know that. Especially around Lydia." Stiles said, wagging a finger at Derek.

"Yeah, yeah." Said Derek, waving his hand in Stiles' direction. He got up from the chair, and headed towards the window, leaning against the wall. He searched his jacket for his phone and dialed Peter's number, and after a few rings, Peter answered.

"Yes, Derek?" Peter asked, his voice sounding wary. He hadn't talked to his nephew in so long, he was wondering why Derek called so suddenly. "Is this about the Alpha pack?"

"Yeah, the station is gone. They've declared a battle against my pack, and we're not even ready for a fight. I need your help, you're still a werewolf, a strong one. You might not be Alpha anymore, but you're still one of the strongest wolves I know. Please, fight with us." Said Derek, almost pleadingly.

"I'll be back in Beacon Hills tomorrow, you can tell me everything you know about the pack then. And Derek?"

"Yes?" Derek asked. His uncle sounded off, as if something was wrong. He hoped he didn't have to deal with another issue, he had too much on his plate for another helping of problems.

"We lost trace of Gerard, his body fought the Bite, and .. he turned into something .. something bad. I'll explain everything when I get there. Just don't worry too much, he's very, very far away, he can't hurt Beacon Hills from where he's at."

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose, and shut his eyes tight. "And where is that, exactly?" The old man could never quit, could he?

"Eastern Europe." Replied Peter, "Last time I tracked him, his scent led there. His appearance seemed human at first but .. he changed. He's infected with something, I don't know what, but that'll have to wait, I'll see you tomorrow Derek."

"Goodbye Peter." Said Derek, before hanging up the phone. He turned to Stiles, who's hyper activeness was exceeding its limits. The kid really wanted to know what was said.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell?" he asked, seeing Derek's pained expression, "Is something wrong Derek?"

"Really wrong." He replied, not relaxing one bit, "It's Gerard, he's turned. Into what, don't even ask, Peter doesn't even know, but he's in Eastern Europe, so no need to worry about that for a while."

"This isn't good is it? Did Peter say if he'd help?" asked Stiles, biting his nails. His anxiousness was growing, his nerves were on end, he needed to calm down.

"Stiles, you're acting really weird .. why are you shaking?" asked Derek, his voice full of concern. He grasped his shoulders, and kept the ADD affected boy in order for him to stop.

"Oh that? It just happens when I get nervous, this whole Alpha pack business and now with Gerard becoming something we don't know about is just getting to me I guess."

"Oh," said Derek, releasing Stiles and heading towards the window, "Peter's coming first thing tomorrow, he's gonna fight with us, we just need some more help .. I – I don't think we can do this alone."

Stiles got up from the bed, and patted Derek on the back. "Hey, we're gonna get through this. We've stopped your psycho uncle, we've stopped Gerard, Matt, and even Jackson. We're gonna be fine, maybe it's really you who should relax."

"I can't. Knowing my pack, this town, and your families are in danger, I can't. I'm not gonna let anyone get hurt, I've lost my family once. I'm not all for losing them again." Said Derek, in a serious tone. He was engulfed in a warm feeling, an embrace. He looked up to see that Stiles was hugging him.

"Stiles, what are you doing?" Derek asked, his voice full of anger. He wasn't a fan of invasion of personal space. He only did it during a threat.

"Um, hugging you? Everyone needs a hug now a days, don't be such a sourwolf." Said Stiles, as he chuckled a bit.

"Get off of me, before I stab you in the neck with my teeth." Said Derek, who huffed in annoyance.

"That's the good old Derek, hug worked!" said Stiles, who received a shove from Derek. He landed on his bed, and rubbed his neck in pain.

"Go to sleep Stiles." Said Derek, and for the first time in the history of life itself, Stiles swore he saw a smile form on Derek's face.

The pack was gathered at the Lacrosse field of Beacon Hills High School. Seeing as it was fall break, there was no school and Derek took it upon himself to make the field his new training spot. He set up targets for the archery and gun training, and the rest of the field was for running and sparring. The pack was eagerly awaiting the arrival of both Derek and Peter.

"It's freezing!" exclaimed Allison, who was buttoning her jacket over her hoodie sweater, "I don't see why Derek had us come out here before he, himself even showed up. Why couldn't he just pick up Peter, and then have us arrive?"

Scott embraced Allison, and held her tightly, letting the natural warmth of his body heat her up. "I don't know, but it's so early and I'm still sleepy."

"Alright Sleeping Beauty, enough complaining. We have more important things to worry about." Said Stiles.

"Like what?" countered Scott, who was still cranky from being woken up at six in the morning.

"Maybe that in two days, we have a fight against a pack of freaking Alphas and we have no idea on their weaknesses, battle strategies, or even how strong they are? Ring a bell?"

"Shut up." Said Scott, defeated. He pouted like a five year old, and continued to hold Allison, "Derek's here."

The packs eyes shifted to the woods beyond the field, as they saw both Derek and Peter's figures walk out of the woods. Peter held a leather book in his hand, as he strode out into the field.

"What's the book for?" asked Lydia, who was un-phased by Peter, the man who tortured her dreams and mind a couple months back.

"This, my dear, is for you." He said, giving the book to her. She took it, and eyed him warily, before putting into her back. "It's a peace offering, I'm sorry about everything. It's a bestiary I bought from a European peddler, unfortunately it's in Archaic Latin, and I know you're a very smart and bright young woman, I was wondering if you could find out if there's anything in there about any type of creature that feeds on humans to survive."

"Wow, thank you Peter. I'll try my best." Replied Lydia, who stepped back to her position with Jackson.

"Ok guys, from today on out, we practice. Practice daily, until Saturday night. Every single day until then, do I make myself clear? No dates," he began, giving the couples a look, "No online World of Warcraft," he looked towards Stiles and Isaac, "and No hunting practice," he looked towards Allison, "No excuses, got it?" Derek gave each of them a wary look, and continued to hand out the training utensils.

"More gun practice?" asked Stiles, slightly annoyed, "I mean, I'm not really good on the whole gun thing, you know."

"Stiles just remember what I taught you okay? One eye on the target, hold your breath, and squeeze the trigger, don't pull it, and you should be good." Said Allison, who cocked her pistol, "Now let's get started, Lydia's already an expert. She's been going to the gun range every night since our first practice."

Lydia walked by Stiles in a conceded matter, leaving Stiles with his mouth open in shock, "You mean to tell me she's already all black-hawk down?"

"I play Black Ops with Jackson, and my headshot ratio is ninety-six percent. Do the math, Stilinksi." She said, giving him a sly smile.

Stiles grumbled and got to his position with both Lydia and Allison, as the latter showed him the proper stances for the right types of gunfire. Derek walked towards the wolves, assigning them with partners. He made two groups of the wolves, Group Alpha, which consisted of Derek, Scott, and Jackson, against Group Beta, which held Isaac, Boyd, and Erica. The two groups got onto the field, and assumed their defensive stances.

Derek motioned for both Scott and Jackson to intercept Erica and Isaac from the rear, whilst Boyd motioned for the two to weave through the attack. Erica pounced on top of Jackson, while Isaac grabbed Scott's arm, and threw him to the side, which left Derek open for a direct hit. Boyd zigzagged his way through the field, which left Derek confused and vulnerable. Derek zipped out of the way just in time for Boyd's false swipe, which caught Derek off guard. Boyd grabbed onto his arm, and pinned him to the ground.

"Okay, take ten, then we switch sides." Said Derek, getting up from the field and wiping his clothes.

"What's the matter pretty-boy? Too slow?" taunted Erica, as she gracefully moved from being on top of Jackson. He grunted, and got up, also wiping the dirt and grass from his clothes.

Meanwhile, Natalie and Peter were demonstrating how fast an Alpha wolf can actually run, thus making Stiles, Allison and Lydia do some par-core training. They were to jump over multiple logs, run up and down the bleachers, make two laps around the field, and be able to shoot, run, and hit a target each time.

Lydia was up first. She ran in a straight direct line, the gusts of air making her strawberry blonde hair flow in the wind. She then dodged the tree trunks placed in her way, while maintaining a fast speed. She jumped over all of the fallen logs, and run up and down the bleachers, arriving at the final part of the exercise, the precision aiming section. She ran swiftly, dodging and shooting all targets near bulls-eye before completing the run, and tapping Allison's hand, giving her the signal to start the exercise. Just like Lydia, her moves were swift and agile, dodging and weaving through the many obstacles in tow. Coming to the precision aiming section, she whipped out her bow and hit every target on the bulls-eye marker with perfect accuracy. She tapped Stiles' hand, and he began to run, he wasn't as swift as the girls, but his moves were satisfactory, until the precision aiming section was up. He began to dodge the obstacles, but didn't shoot the targets too well.

"Stiles, you're not putting your all into this." Said Natalie, as he threw himself onto the field, huffing and puffing.

"Easy …. For you ….. to say … you … don't have …. ADD." He said, in between heavy pants. His face was beat-red, and he was already sweating.

"Attention Deficite Disorder has nothing to do with lung power, it has to do with your attention span." She replied, shaking her head a little bit, "You're clearly out of shape. You're going to have to do some extra training to build up some muscle and fiber. I know your ADD might affect your concentration on aiming, but trust and believe that it can be done, just trust in yourself, okay? I'll tell Derek to spend more time with you on some physical training."

"Great …. Sounds …. Fun." He replied, throwing himself onto his back. Why couldn't I just have left Scott a long time ago when he was bitten? Oh, cause I'm a good friend that's why. What have I gotten myself into, he thought.

The wolves and humans both wrapped up practice, as it was now almost eight o'clock in the evening. They each grabbed bottles of water, and said their farewells as they each got into their respective cars and left, leaving Stiles, Derek, and Peter alone.

"Guys, I'll be right back, I need to go check my phone." Said Stiles, before running over to his duffle bag and frantically searched for his phone.

"So, how do you think we're doing?" asked Derek, his concentration fixated on the forest ahead. He averted his eyes to Peter, who was chuckling.

"I say we're doing accurate, you're a good Alpha Derek." Replied Peter, nodding his head in approval. He patted Derek twice, and continued, "Although, I didn't expect you to allow humans into your pack."

"It's a packaged deal. You can't have a Scott without a Stiles or Allison, you can't have a Jackson without a Lydia, you can't have an Erica without a Boyd, and you apparently now can't have an Isaac without a Natalie."

"The pack's grown since I've seen it last. You're doing a fantastic job, but these kids .. They're just kids. I hate to see them undergo this danger." Said Peter, shaking his head in disappointment.

"I know, but what fascinates me .. is that they know this. They know everything they're leaving behind, yet they still to choose to stand and fight. These kids, they're my family, and I won't let them get hurt, never. These kids' lives have intertwined with mine, and they've become a part of me. I was running from a family I lost, only to gain a new one." Said Derek, more to himself then to Peter.

"I think you've finally grasped the concept of love, my nephew. Whether it'd be in a mate, or in a pack, you've finally felt it again. I knew for a fact that Kate hadn't stolen it from you. I knew it didn't die along with her." Peter said, before walking back towards the woods.

Derek pondered the thought for a moment, as he stared at the way Stiles fidgeted, and flailed as he argued with his father over the phone, and then towards the others as they drove away in their cars. Yes, he loved them, very much, though he'd never admit it, but he still yearned for someone he could call his own. He wanted to feel the way Scott felt with Allison, or how Boyd felt with Erica, or even how Jackson felt with Lydia, but he had a feeling, and this feeling was strong enough .. it told him he'd know soon enough, but for now, he had a family to protect.

His family.

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