A/N: WARNING; There are (sort of) spoilers from episode, "Overlooked" except it's alternated some but just in case I want to say this. You may continue!

**This is the memories Stiles has when he's sleeping/ unconscious.

Disclaimer; I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters.

Infidelity & Scandals

Chapter six: The missing puzzle pieces pt. 1

Pale face, cracked lips, closed eyes, and motionless is the condition Stiles was in. Laying there on his bed with a thin white sheet on top of him and a wet cold rag on his forehead. Isaac sat next Stiles at the edge of his bed completely straight and still, and most of all silent but eyes still calculating yet laced with a hint of anxiety. Boyd blew in his hands to provide him some kind of warmth, because the room was freezing-even for a werewolf-due to the fact they had the A.C. blasting because of Stiles high fever and he sat on the floor in the corner of the bed post of Stiles' bed just keeping watch on him in his current state.

"Derek it's ok." Stiles whispered softly as he pecked the alpha lightly on the lips. Derek grabbed the back of Stiles' head and deepened the kiss, dominating the kiss as he moved their lips sensually against each other before pulling away from the boy's soft lips and sighing. "I-we-I can't Stiles…" Derek said as he rests his forehead against his mate's. Stiles gazed into his greenish hazel eyes and smiled softly because, damn him; he was in love with this sour wolf. The broody man was his entire world and somehow he stole his heart and made him feel like a schoolgirl with butterflies.

He annoyed him the hell out of him at times but Stiles couldn't think of a better person than him to give his everything to. He wanted to give Derek this, his innocence; he wanted to have that special connection with him that it brings. "Take me and mark me as yours." Stiles said cupping his cheek and peppering kisses on his face and down his jawline. Derek's eyes flashed involuntarily as he said, "Once I start there is no going back."

Stiles simply smiled and responded with, "I know that's the point."

"Stiles, come on buddy, stay with me. I need you to hang in there." Isaac begged with his jaw clenched tightly with unshed tears in his eyes. What the hell could he do? It was driving him crazy watching Stiles just lay there not saying but just motionless; he just couldn't handle the pressure or the responsibility that came with taking care of someone. However Stiles did it for him countless of times and now it was Isaac's turn to return the favor.

It didn't help that Scott called almost every chance he got to ask how was the human doing. He was a ticking bomb that was due to set off any second with the slightest movement, Isaac decided when he heard him punch a wall through the phone when Isaac had told him his condition is the same. Quite honestly Isaac was shocked when Scott had asked if he could watch over his best friend.

He was quite protective over him especially when he was such a vulnerable state as he is at the moment. Boyd and Isaac just stayed to themselves not daring to speak or offer comfort to one another. After all, how could they comfort each other when they were all going through the same pain at the same time? They couldn't, none of them are that strong. None of them were selfless like Stiles is, none of them put each other before themselves. Then again they never had to… They already made the call to Deaton accepting the fact that they couldn't help him themselves.

Without Scott telling them what to do both of them felt completely useless. They were used to having someone ordering them around because Derek had never given them any room to say otherwise, not that they had really minded anyways. After all this time they've learned to just listen and follow orders.

His scent was fading…bit by bit and Isaac had to control his whine from erupting from his mouth more than once. It was freighting that he was just disappearing; his scent, his normal warmth, his color, and his steady heartbeat. None of it made sense anymore, this was way beyond his normal hot flashes and bleeding and throwing up. This was something more, something that had more depth and they couldn't reach the volume of it. There was more questions and the answers were nowhere in sight. "Come on Stiles I know you've been complaining and saying you are long overdue for a break but we need you right now. Scott needs you so if could just wake up that would really be great." Isaac said gripping his friend's hand.

The werewolf smiled at the word, Stiles was his friend. He had an actual friend who helped with everything any anything. Boyd cracked a small smile as he stared at the pair.

"Derek." Stiles called as he drew small patterns with his fingers in the man's muscular back. "Hmm?" He hummed in reply as he buried his nose deep within the tender pale flesh of Stiles' neck. There was a sharp intake of breath before he continued. "I'm in love with you." Stiles said simply inclining his head so his neck was more accessible to his lover. Derek didn't freeze, didn't stiffen, and didn't try to move away like expected. He stayed there in the queen sized bed completely still with his nose still deep in the crook of Stiles' neck.

Derek lifted his chin so he could get a better look into the warm brown doe-like eyes. After a couple of minutes of staring into each other's eyes in silence Derek closed his eyes and said, "Say it again." Stiles smiled gently at the alpha and stroked the back of his head and tangling his fingers in the thick locks of black hair. "Derek I'm in love with you." He repeated his voice laced with sincerity. Derek leaned his head back and listened to the sound of his steady beating heart, and he had never been so happy to hear someone tell the truth.

That night Derek took Stiles' innocence and that night is when their bond formed.

"Stiles?" Isaac asked attentively, voice shaky with his eyes wide as saucers and hands clammy.

The room was tense but this time Boyd froze in utter disbelief. Boyd's calculating eyes remembered the rise and fall to his chest and noticed the difference in its pattern just as the other werewolf. Isaac pressed his delicate ear to his friend's chest and listened closely. He wanted to believe that his super hearing was wrong but deep down in the shallows of his subconscious he knew it wasn't. His ears weren't the best, defiantly not good as Derek's or Peter's but this was close and it left an echo in his eardrums. The already weak heart beat became slower instead of the regular steadiness. Boyd's eyes widened in horror when he saw that his chest was barely moving at this point and the his eyes narrowed as stood up and got closer to the bed to listen to the human's heartbeat.

Thump…Thump…Thump…thump…thump…

The heart rate was slowing. Now it was going agonizingly slow as the beats went by.

Isaac froze as he looked at his friend's pale face and his eyelids were still tightly closed. Why was he doing this to them? Didn't he know much it hurt to even think about losing Stiles? The whole pack would lose it. Isaac laid there on Stiles' chest listening to the not-so comforting sound of his heartbeat. It was weakening and it was killing him faster than Stiles. With one hand clutching the thin material of Stiles plain white sheet and another one clutching the wooden bed post in a grip of vice Isaac stayed there completely still in silence. With one slight squeeze Isaac broke the bed post and scent shards of wood flying everywhere.

He can't just-it wasn't fair to them, it wasn't fair to them. Stiles' heart started rapidly beating quicker and quicker until the tension build and it just stopped.

"STILES!" Scott yelled as more tears filled his eyes as he climbed through his window. Isaac and Boyd shot up coming back to life from their daze. Scott rushed quicly to his bedside and pinched Stiles' nose and started breathing into his mouth slowly.

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, and Ten.

Isaac clutched the human's legs closer to his chest and let out a slight whimper. "S-Scott why did his heart beat stop? Why, isn't it beating?!" Isaac asked shakily as he stared at the teen's back. "I-I don't know. It doesn't make sense…he should have more time. Someone call Deaton and check where he's at, now!" Scott said barely containing his tears. Isaac let out a shaky breath before nodding and taking his phone out.

Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.

"What the hell do you mean his heart beat stopped?" Boyd asked his voice cracking. Scott turned slightly and glared at the beta before replying, "Exactly what I said-Stiles, his heart beat just stopped."

Boyd eyes widened in disbelief and pushed the werewolf away with all her strength. "I really hope you're doing it right!" He yelled not even caring that tears stung his eyes. Why the hell was he on the verge of crying he doesn't know but he felt the pain in the pit of his stomach and whined. He remembers vaguely Cora mentioning about what it feels like to lose a member of a pack. It's not like losing a family member, it's deeper than that. It's like losing a limb. Scott pinched Stiles' nose and started to blow his air through his mouth and into Stiles' again.

Scott needed complete silence to hear his heart rate. Boyd stood there in the very corner in the room and clenched and unclenched his fists fighting the change. He had to remain in control despite his anger and the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Scott was trembled in fear and he cursed loudly as he still heard silence from the boy. Not being able to hold it any longer he let it go and thin traces of salty water fell down his cheeks.

Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five…

There was a sound of loud urgent footsteps coming up the stairs but the people in the room ignored it too lost in their own little word. "Come on Scott it's already been too long." Boyd yelled, his voice strained. "I'm trying!" He yelled desperately before doing CPR on him again.

Twenty-nine. Thirty.

Then…just like that there was a slight gasp… and then a low heartbeat.

Scott turned around with dry tear marks on his cheeks and came in contact with Deaton. Isaac glared at the veterinarian. "What the hell took you so long?" He snapped angrily. Deaton shook his head roughly before rushing past Scott and the Boyd before racing to Stiles. "Peter come in, now, it's now or never." The vet yelled as he flipped the boy onto his back and peeling off his shirt. The elder Hale rushed into the room completely covered in wounds and blood ignoring the sounds of protests.

Peter scrapped the blood of his arms with his claws and reached to rub it on Stiles' back. Scott was in front of Stiles' in flash managing to push both of the older men in front of him away and widened his stance as his eyes flashed a bright yellow. "What are you going to do to him?" He commanded roughly through his canines. "Scott," Deaton sighed and continued hurriedly, "I promise you I will explain it all afterwards but let us help him before he gets even worse. I need you to trust me Scott."

Scott stood up slowly and nodded tensely before side stepping and giving them access to the human. Peter rushed forward and made a medium-sized triskell on his back and it immediately flashed a deep golden yellow before turning black color just like…Derek's. The man rubbed the blood all over Stiles body, back, shoulders and all and turned him over and on his forehead he drew and 'H' with a circle around it the then it was all gone, the blood disappeared and then a loud gasp was heard in the room. Brown eyes fluttered eyes open and Scoot could've sworn his heart stopped even for just a moment.

"S-Stiles?" Scott called as fresh tears sprang in her eyes. Stiles turned his head towards the teen and tilted it slightly in confusion to the tears and then he looked at everyone else's facial expressions and he arched an eyebrow at them. Peter had a smug look on his face but there was this underline of worry in his eyes. Deaton looked a little relieved but he could still see the tension in his shoulders.

Isaac looked relieved…but like he needed a hug. Boyd stood in the corner with slouched posture and impassive expression. "Anyone want to tell me what happened?" He asked with a dry weak smile. What the hell is their problem? Stiles thought, they act like I died and came back to life. No one answered him and he was tackled down on his bed. "Scott, bud, what's wrong?" Stiles asked with a frown.

"-and you've been out for two days…" Scott said finishing the explanation. Stiles nodded processing the information. "Where's my dad at guys?" Stiles asked with a frown. Peter sighed and walked closer to the bed ignoring all the growls, "Oh come on pups don't be so mean I just saved your friend's life."

"Why didn't you guys tell come earlier?" Scott asked with a frown changing the subject. "I'm sorry for that Scott but there was one thing that I needed in order to preform what we did. Luckily Peter got what I needed if not I'm not too sure what condition Stiles would be in. You guys can leave right now but I recommend you listen to what Peter has to say. He could give you some useful tips. It was quite a miracle Stiles woke up and is already functioning properly." Deaton said his mouth forming a thin straight line.

Scott turned to the elder Hale and asked, "What did you do Stiles? I knew it was blood that you rubbed on him but it wasn't yours so…"

Stiles grimaced at the thought of someone's blood being rubbed on him but looked down at his skin and found nothing. "Well that's because it wasn't…it was Derek's and trust me it wasn't easy getting that much blood. The whole body connection thing was an ancient thing that purebloods only handled but we- I haven't dealt with one for so long I almost forgot what to do. Derek is a pureblood and is a natural born werewolf. Both of his mother and father were natural born werewolves too but they mated with each other and not a human as Derek did. Talia, my sister, had this substance in pure bloods that was injected into babies when they born and passed it down to Derek. It was a precautionary so that if a pureblood did mate with a human, the elders, who were pretty much all dead when Derek was born, would know for sure so they're not just letting go another precious pureblood." Peter explained. Stiles nodded understandingly while Boyd and Isaac looked lost. Scott looked like he was managing ok though.

"So how could they tell if that was truly their mate or not? What were the side effects?" Stiles asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "Well…that all depends on if you are a true mate or not. See one of the signs for to not being a true mate is excruciating pain when the two had sex, it was described to be a burning sensation." Peter stated. Stiles blushed and looked down at his hands, "I-I never felt that when we um…when we-." Peter sighed and rolled his eyes, "When you two had sex, yeah I heard. It didn't sound like excruciating pain to me but that's because you are mates. This is why you are taking features of his body such as his tattoo hence the name body connection. However before your body kept going back and forth so the tattoo would come and go. With Derek's blood it's sealed and its a type of branding."

Stiles gave a wry smile and shook his head. "No, I can't be. Mates are a forever thing and-."

"Actually I recently heard from Lydia that wolves and werewolves don't mate for life all the time but they do typically only have one person at a time." Isaac chimed in but looked away when everyone gave him a 'shut up Isaac' look. "That's what I like to call a rebound in the supernatural world because here's the thing not every one finds there true mate so they settle for what they believe is closest to a mate. Mating used to be a very serious matter way long ago and werewolves used to travel all around the world in search of their mate but then they just started not caring anymore. You can find your mate as young as two and as old as eighty. It's all about luck I guess." Peter informed with his arms crossed on his chest. Stiles clenched his fists tightly to his sides. "So what, you're saying that I was the rebound mate or whatever until Derek found his true mate Jennifer?" Stiles asked. Everyone froze and tensed at the anger coming off of Stiles.

"No…you're definitely not the 'rebound' mate. The pack wouldn't feel the obligation and love they do towards you if you were. Derek is confused and maybe he's got it all wrong. He probably thought that it was the case of rebound with you which is why he's not coming here every day begging on his knees for you take him back. The connection isn't taking effect on him but it will, and then he will realize. See there are two parts to this whole thing the body connection if the pureblood is regretting his true-human- mate it's all hell. See the elders thought that it would be cruel if only the human had to go through all the pain and crap by themselves so there's a second part. They believed it was this gift they gave to the Hale family. Truth is the elders could've killed all of us but they didn't want to start all over and all that so they gave us this to shut us up. However not everyone saw it this way." Peter said with a sigh.

"So what you're saying is that Stiles is going through all of this because of some stupid body connection bond?" Isaac asked with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "That is correct." Peter said with a dry smile. "So Derek is going to go through some type of realization and then he is going to come back to Stiles begging for forgiveness?" Boyd asked with a sad smile. "Well he should that's what body connection is all about. However Derek has never been the type to do things the normal way." Peter said with an eye roll. "So, Peter this second part of it you were talking about, what happens exactly?" Stiles asks with his hands running through his hair. "Well as I was saying not all purebloods liked or respected the fact that their mate was a 'low life human' and so they ignored and rejected them. In all cases they would give in one way or another and listen to the 'inner wolf' but there was the regret and so they would leave. So the elders altered the ejection to where if you left your human mate and with or for another it would be the pureblood who felt the excruciating pain during sex, suffer from the hot flashes, cold flashes, nightmares, and the terrible substance that you bleed too." Peter said with a grimace.

Scott actually smiled at that and patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Thanks Peter for well everything."

"Don't get used to it kid, the only reason I'm doing this is because if Stiles dies the pack will be all types of fucked up and that's saying something." Peter said with smirk.

"So where are we going again?" Peter asked. The werewolf noticed the way he tightened his grip on the steering wheel but didn't comment on it. "We're going to the loft to pay Derek a visit and tell him the truth and Allison, Boyd, and Isaac are going to check up on Cora at the hospital." Stiles said as his grip tightened on the steering wheel as he glared at the road in front of him. He was clearly pissed that he missed so much in the past two days that he was out of it. Scott informed him as soon as Peter was done with questions and the explanation. This was understandable because the kid was pretty stubborn and he would leave not knowing anything about anything and just dive head first which was a very stupid trait for such a smart person.

Stiles looked at Scott and asked, before turning back to the road "Do you have the mistletoe Deaton gave you?"

Scott reached in his pocket feeling the jar before nodding. "Yeah I got it and Stiles I just want you to..." Scott drifted and looked in the rear-view mirror making eye contact with Peter who shook his back and forth roughly and glaring all at the same time as if saying, "no you idiot don't go there just leave it be."

Scott rolled his eyes and glanced at Stiles who looked angry and worried but there were no other emotions that Scott could see so he took that as a good sign. He felt terrible for event suggesting the idea but they needed to tell Derek because well they needed as many people as they can get. He threw a glance at Peter through the mirror and nodded in understanding. It's best if he doesn't mention Derek and as he looks at his best friend he can tell that he's not even thinking about Derek and besides…he doesn't think that he's too worried about it. The things that Peter told Stiles gave him some kind of understanding. The reasons why Derek cheated on Stiles are unknown and that's ok for now because Stiles seems to be coping just fine.

Stiles' heart almost burst through his chest when he heard the big metal door creak open. "Derek? Derek, where are you?" Jennifer called as he ran in her in black heels. This is what he's been waiting for, the moment of truth. It was finally here and it felt so good. He was going to get this bitch once and for all but he had to keep a level head. No matter how much his emotions wanted to get in the way, he would not allow it. "Right here." Derek called back coming from a back room and Stiles felt his heart beat faster. He would never get used the hurt but he refused to act like a lovesick heartbroken teenage girl. Jennifer sighed gratefully and ran up to him enveloping him in a hug and whispered, "Thank God."

"Something happened at the recital, at the school and before they tell you I need to say it." Jennifer said rapidly her voice shaking ever so slightly. "From who?" Derek asked acting lost. "Scott, Stiles too probably. They're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe, you have to trust me, okay? You trust me." Jennifer said a little forcibly as she looked into his eyes. "What is it?" Derek asked softly. "Promise you'll listen to me." She said desperately. Stiles rolled his eyes at her mock sincerity. He had to admit she was not too bad but her flaw about lying was that she tried too hard to make it believable. "I promise." He said looking her dead in the eyes. Stiles turned the other way when he saw her eyeing him from head to toe already knowing what she was planning.

Stiles shut his eyes tightly as he heard the sound of kissing. The thunder boomed in the sky and Stiles turned his head to see her pulling away. "They're already here, aren't they?" She questioned accusingly. Derek looked behind her just as Scott, Peter, and Stiles came out from the back. "So…they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people." She said as she turned her head slightly to face them and then back at Derek. "Ahh, Jennifer it's nice to see you fully dressed for once kudos for you." Peter said while applauding mockingly. She glared at him icily and then ignored him. "We told him you're the one killing people." Scott retorted his voice feeling rough. Stiles felt his eyes sting with tears he looked at her, she didn't care. She took the two most important things in his life and he has never hated someone so much. Stiles felt a tight knot form in his throat and his stomach tighten unpleasantly. He knew what that meant, puke. He swallowed the bile in his throat and shook his head to himself.

"Ooh that's right," She chuckled, "committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way I can go back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

Stiles felt his fists clench at his sides. He was losing his patience with her and stalling wasn't helping him. "Where's my dad?" He asked through grinding his teeth and a stray tear falling down his pale cheek. "How should I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this." She cried staring into his cold eyes. Then again they were always cold with her, never warm always calculating but never enough. Derek looked deep within her eyes as if trying to look into her soul and shifted his eyes to the three. He saw Peter stand there impatiently, Scott with a pleading look on his face, and Stiles with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. "Listen here we don't have all day so if you could just speed this is up that would be great." Peter chimed in obviously annoyed at all the staring. They knew she was lying why wait for her to admit it?

"Do you know what happened to Stiles's father?" He asked shifting his gaze from the teen to her. "No." she said almost tiredly while she shook her head. "Ask her why she almost killed Lydia?" Scott asked. "Lydia Martin?" she gasped, "I don't know anything about that." Peter laughed in annoyance as he stepped forward. "If you don't know anything about it and you're not lying why, did your heart skip a beat? Hmm why did it stutter? Only someone who is lying does that." Peter said with a 'tsk'. She shook her head frantically. Derek clenched his jaw and shook his head before asking, "What do you know?"

"I know that these boys and man, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story and one they can't prove by the way." She said glaring at them. Scott reached into his pocket and pulled out the mistletoe in the jar and held in his hand as he said, "What if we can?"

"What is that?" She asked skeptically. "My boss told me it's a poison and a cure. Which means you can use it," he paused slightly as he opened the jar, "and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" Jennifer said taking a cautious step back with a glare. Scott through the brownish dust on her and her face was revealed. Scott stood there in his spot completely shocked and disgusted by her appearance.

By the time she was done shifting Derek had taken out his claws and grabbed her by her neck. "Derek, wait, wait. You need me." She rasped out while clawing at his hands. "What are you?" He growled. "The only person who can save you sister. Call Isaac, call him!" She said while gasping for air and glaring at him. Peter snarled at her and his eyes changed to an icy blue. "Why should we listen to anything you say. Quite honestly I would love to finish you right and right now." The elder Hale said with a wicked smirk.

As the alpha gripped tighter on her neck Scott stepped closer. "Derek-what are you doing?" He asked. "Her life it's in my hands." She threatened and he responded simply by gripping her throat tighter and lifting her a few inches off the floor. "You know I wouldn't do that if I were you. Never taunt someone at full rage." Peter taunted with a laugh as his teeth elongated. "D-Derek," Stiles called steeping a little closer but not daring to come to close, "Derek stop, please!"

"Stilinski you'll never find him." She rasped out as she heaved and Stiles felt more tears sting his eyes. "Derek!" Scott yelled forcibly as he looked at the woman who was getting quite flushed from the lack of oxygen. "Derek just put her down." Stiles said his head bowed not daring to show her or him his tears. With that final order Derek threw her on the ground roughly not caring how she landed. Jennifer laughed to herself as she lifted her head highly. "That's right you need me. All of you." She said with a smirk as she looked at all of them individually.

"I don't know if this is the right plan." Stiles said with a sigh. "What do you mean?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow. "Did you see her in the loft? She was careless and didn't put up much of a fight. I mean Derek has moments of being a bad ass but there was no struggle like there should have been. It was too easy, she was too easy." Stiles answered taking a look in the rear-view mirror. Peter titled his head slightly. "Did you not know that she slept with him before an actual real date?" He asked, Stiles rolled his eyes. "This is no time to be funny…she has something up her sleeve I just don't know what it is."

"Well of course she has something up her sleeve she's the bad guy they always have a trick waiting to pop out." Scott reasoned and continued saying, "We just need to keep our guard up and well…hope for the best." Stiles scoffed at that. "Right 'cause we are so known for our luck."

"Shhh, quiet!" Derek demanded as he got closer to the boy than he has in quite a while. What the fuck did he just say? Was he really demanding something?

"Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass-murdering girlfriend –the second you've dated by the way-has got my dad somewhere tied up waiting to be ritually sacrificed!" Stiles yelled hotly and yeah he knew it was a low blow to mention Kate but he couldn't find it in himself to feel bad. Scott decided to step in and said, "Stiles they're still out there-." "-and they want her right? This means now that we don't have her either. So my dad and Cora are both dead!" He yelled his heart racing faster.

"Not yet, Isaac didn't too badly of a job of guarding her." Peter said in the background. Scott walked up to him and lowered his voice saying, "Is she really dying?" Peter looked down and back at the beta and replied, "She's defiantly not getting any better." "There has to be something we can do we have to help her." Scott said while looking at Peter. "Damn it where the hell is Isaac?" Stiles exclaimed. "He went to go get Boyd who is with Allison and her dad, he said that he was making sure they weren't up to any 'funny business'." Derek replied under his breath.

Everyone turned when they heard the door creak open. "You can't. Only I can. I can save her and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital that want be dead. So I'll help you…but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then." She said with a looked of determination.

Stiles clenched his side as coughed a thick glob of black reddish blood in his palm. He grimaced at his hand before rubbing it on the side of his pants. Jennifer crinkled her nose in disgust and glared at him. "You're disgusting." Scott growled at her in warning and Derek flashed his eyes. "Oh excuse me for being sick and not being able to contain my fucking unknown bodily fluids." Stiles said with an eye roll. Bitch he was done being nice, fuck her. She rolled her eyes. Scott lowered his head and walked towards his side. "Stiles…I knew I should have left you home you're not feeling well." Scott said tiredly as he rubbed a hand down his face.

Stiles glared at his best friend before speaking, "This psycho has my father captive I don't care if I might be dying I'm not just going home to fucking rest and lay there." Scott glared and scoffed angrily at the human, "Stiles but that's the thing you just might be dying and we finally know why and Deaton gave us specific orders! You should be resting instead of straining yourself even more; Deaton said it was a miracle for you to breathe again! Do you know how that feels? You stopped breathing for thirty whole seconds! Yeah it's not long but it was enough for us to think you died! All of us thought you were gone! I-I get that's your father and he's the only one you have left but I need you too man and if Peter and Deaton," Peter eyes widened and shot him a look that Scott didn't seem to catch it and continued, "hadn't been there when they were well…who knows? You probably wouldn't even be here to even know about this whole thing."

Derek looked just plain confused and glared at Peter and Scott. "What?" He hissed. Peter rolled his eyes at the man's dramatics, it was his fault that his mate almost died he really shouldn't be all that surprised that he was the one who would know. Scott glared at the alpha and said, "I told you before that if you wanted to figure what's wrong with Stiles you had to-." "Oh trust me I heard you perfectly clear-."

Peter sighed as he tuned out the argument, kids. Sometimes he really wondered how they managed to stay alive for this long. They acted so naïve at times, jeez. His faze turned to his nephew who looked like he was ready kill someone which makes a lot of sense right now sense in their current situation.

Derek took one more look at her and something in him snapped. It was happening all over again and the fucking betrayal stung deep within the pit of his stomach. How fucking dare she make demands or even try to make compromise, he had half a mind to attack her. So for once in a really long time he listened to his wolf and launched himself at her knocking the medical metal table over in the process. Scott held him back before he could even reach her and steadied him. "Derek wait." He urgently hissed.

"She was trying to get out." He yelled. "I was trying to keep from getting killed. You can't blame me for that." She defended quickly. Stiles found himself fighting the urge to roll his eyes; they had bigger things to worry about. Someone is getting jealous. His subconscious whispered, oh shut up. Stiles stepped a little closer to the woman and glared at her while saying, "If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her." He said as he spared a quick glance at Cora and turned back to her. "Not until I'm safe." She replied while looking impassive.

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let's torture her." Peter suggested seriously. "Works for me." Derek agreed as he pushed Scott's hand down from his chest. Scott was cut off when the P.A. system squeaked and everybody felt the tension as a shaky feminine voice echoed out of the speakers. "Um, can I have your attention? Mr. Deucalion-excuse me, just Deucalion-request you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R reception. DO this and everyone can leave. You have ten minutes."

"He's not going to hurt her-." Jennifer began with a sigh. "Shut up." Derek said as he pointed an accusing finger at her. "He won't," She said forcibly, "Scott you know why, tell them it's true. Deucalion doesn't just want an alpha pack. He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks." She said. Peter looked down and contemplated this before hit him like a ton of bricks, "A true alpha."

"What's that?" Stiles asked feeling very much confused. "The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another," Peter shot Derek a pointed look which the man chose to ignore and continued, "one that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott."

"It doesn't matter. We still need to get out of here." He said while shaking his head.

"Scott your mom-." "My mom said there is one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes and I don't think we've been here that long. So if we can get into the garage, get to the ambulance, we can get out of here." He cut off.

"The twins aren't just going to let us just walk out of here." Peter reasoned. "I'll distract them." Scott replied. "You mean fight them." Derek translated. "I'll do whatever I have to." Scott replied.

"I'll help you." Derek said. "Umm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek." Jennifer chimed in. "I'll do it," Peter offered pausing when the werewolves looked at him in question, "but I prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"Advantage like what? You mean like a weapon?" Stiles questioned his mind already thinking of items to use. "Well, something better than a baseball bat." Peter said with a smirk.

Stiles rolled his eyes at the reference and started looking with the others.

Stiles sighed as he settled in the ambulance with Cora. Derek left with Jennifer to go run away leaving him completely defenseless with an unconscious and dying Cora.

"Ok, we're ok. Are you ok? How are you feeling? Oh no…why does it look like you aren't breathing?" Stiles said frantically. He hovered his ear over her mouth and his eyes went frantic. "Oh no, it's cause you're no breathing, are you? Oh no, oh God. Oh no, no, no." Stiles said as he rubbed his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Why are you not breathing? Come on." Stiles said voice shaking slightly. "Ok Stiles you can do this. It's fine you can do this." He said to himself as he rolled up his sleeves.

"Here we go tilt the head, fingers under chin. Clear the throat. Great nothing I see nothing. Ok so uh all you have to do is-." "Stilinski don't you even think about it." Cora mumbled weakly. Stiles jumped in his seat and moved his hands away from her face. "Damn it Cora a warning would've been nice! I thought you stopped breathing! Almost gave me a damn heart attack." He said while clutching his heart. "Oh shut up already!" She moaned. "Stiles I need you to call Decyln from my phone and tell him to come here." She said softly. Stiles raised an eyebrow at the girl, "What, why would I bring another helpless hum-." "Stiles don't make me punch you in the face. He's not a human just call him and tell him we need help." She said with her eyes still closed.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth before shaking his head with a sigh. Of course he was a werewolf! No one looked that well can be human. He dialed the number and gulped as he heard yelling on the other line, "Oh well look who decided to finally call! What the hell Cora do you know how many texts, voicemails, and calls I sent you? You know it would've been nice to get a check-in with you."

"Um…Hi Decyln." Stiles greeted nervously. He heard Decyln mutter a stream of curse words before he asked, "Stiles?"

"Yeah it's me ok so I've only been recently informed that you are a werewolf which you know now that I think about it because all werewolves are basically human Adonis'. Anyway see I don't know if you have any idea where we are or what even is going on but Cora is sick and puking up black liquid and mistletoe. She said you can help us, I don't know how but she asked if I can come and I really don't know what else she wants me to say." He rambled breathlessly. Most people would've shut him up by now-ahem Derek- but Decyln just listened patiently. "Where are you guys?" He asked with a sigh. "In the garage number two at Beacon Hill Memorial." He replied as he gnawed at his lip. "Give me seven minutes exactly and I'll be there then you can really brief me." Was all Decyln said before the line went dead.

"I-Is he coming?" Cora asked weakly. "Yeah he said he'll be here in seven minutes exactly." Stiles responded with a frown. Cora laughed softly at this. "Yeah that sounds like him."

"How are you holding up Cora?" Stiles asked nervously as he scooted closer to her. "I'm not going to lie I feel like crap right now but everything should be ok when Decyln arrives." She answered. "I sure hope so because I don't know what I'll do with you all ill like this." Stiles said with a nervous laugh. Damn he really needed to stop that. Cora stiffened slightly before relaxing and sighed in relief, "He's here." Stiles was about to ask her but when he turned to look at the small window he saw familiar striking features, except they were pointed and his normally grey-ish blue eyes were an electric cold blue.

A/N: Fin. You don't know how many time I deleted this and re-wrote this chapter. It was crazy but I'm satisfied with this one. I hope you guys liked it! Once again I cannot thank you guys enough for reviewing, favorite, and following the story. Also one more little thing for all my beautiful people who are in school know that we are staring soon. In about two weeks to be exact so when I do start updates won't be weekly any more. I will try to make it every two weeks though! I AM SOOO SORRY ABOUT THIS BEING WAYY LATE don' hate me? Ha, thanks. Oh, one a complete different note I recently just made a tumblr account, yes, I know I am late blah blah but if you want you can follow me and ask me any question you may have (: wicked-wild-things dot tumblr dot com

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