I'm having some kind of bizarre euphoric moment right now and I can't stop typing, I won't either until I run out. I love that one of my reviewers (wff-writer) got that it is like a prequel to Memories. So definitely check out Memories if you haven't already. I love all my reviewers. Sorry to say that it's not the mating chapter, mating chapter will be the next one. Okay so there's a part where this gets kind of gory, I'll put a warning.

Over the next couple of days, Derek gets pretty physical, Scott can't even keep count how many times Derek's pushed him up against a wall to sniff and lick him. Growling and complaining at how Scott doesn't smell like him like it's Scott's fault, he's near different people throughout the course of the day and once Derek even complained about Scott smelling like one of the dogs at the animal clinic which is just wow because it's his job and it's hard enough dealing with dogs barking at him because they sense what he is or something.

So when Scott enters his room, too focused on his thoughts to realize Derek's here or maybe he's use to Derek presence and he know there's no reason to panic whatever the case, he's not surprised when he's roughly pushed into the wall face first. It's weird how he's not scared and even more weird that he knows its Derek. "You know I'm pretty sure this files as physical abuse."

All he gets in return is a growl, Scott knows the routine, be still and wait for the inevitable sniffing accompanied with a tongue. And just so he won't move Derek has an unyielding hold on his hip. The press of Derek's nose tracing at the back of his neck makes him shiver. His hair ends standing on edge when Derek's growling gets deeper and louder and the grip tighter. There's really nothing to do in this situation besides talk, so Scott does.

"I know I don't smell like you but what do want me to do, stay here all day hmm." Oh gosh, Scott feels the tongue at his shoulder as his shirt is pushed aside and then Derek's mouth latches on to his shoulder followed by a graze of teeth and a nip.

"Why do you smell like that pompous ass?"

Pompous ass, what is Derek talking about. Oh- wait, "Jackson?"

"Yes, answer the question." The way Derek is gripping his hip makes Scott want to come up with a no touching rule for himself. He whimpers, and Derek's hold lessens.

Scott showered twice in the locker room just so this wouldn't happen. Jackson tackled him during lacrosse practice earlier, and Scott's arm popped out right of the socket. He had to pop it back himself and right after he did, he punched Jackson in the face. They ended up tussling in the grass and the end result, he was benched for the next game. Coach told him to suck it up and be a man, to quit bitching for not knowing how to block. But it wouldn't be wise to tell Derek that, so he leaves a few parts out. "Jackson tackled me during practice earlier."

Derek still growls, "I don't like him, his smell is all over you. If you keep smelling like others I'm going to have to mark you some other way, and you're not going to like it."

"What way?" Scott's been looking up wolf habits and courting/mating rituals and he learned way more than he ever wanted to. The only other way wolves mark territory is by- An appalling realization hits him, scent marking, "Whoa, you are not going to pee on me, are you?"

"I'm tempted to."

"Well please don't. That's disgusting. " Scott hopes Derek will resist temptation, he read that scent marking is important during mating.

Derek rolls his eyes as if Scott's the one being unreasonable. Scott thinks fast, "No, I can wear your shirt. Then your scent will always be on me."

Derek seems to accept this and strums his fingers against Scott's neck, "Fine." Derek finally releases him, goes to lounge on his bed and gestures for Scott to come to him.

But Scott doesn't go immediately, the teen smiles, and lifts the corner of his shirt to inspect the bruise on his hip that he knows is there, "Thank god, I heal." But it doesn't mean he doesn't get sore. The bruise disappears in a second and Scott goes to Derek. Stretching out against the older man with his head lulling against Derek's chest, Scott sighs when Derek's hand cards through his hair repeatedly. This is nice but his mom will be here in 30 minutes and Derek will have to leave. He's still sneaking and he feels pretty bad but his mother wouldn't allow Derek to stay every night, she hasn't even met him yet. And Derek refuses to not be here every night, the full moon is getting closer. But there's good news, that nosy neighbor won't be catching Derek sneak in, Derek's careful now.

"So about the whole tying thing?" Scott can't help it, he's curious.

Derek warns, "Scott."

"You can't be mad at me for being curious, so how come I don't do that and do we have to?"

Derek scoffs, "You weren't born a werewolf. It's to insure the impregnation of your mate and it's to stimulate orgasm for me so I'd say we have to."

Dejectedly Scott says, "Fine." He was really hoping they wouldn't have to. "But I'm not a chick, I won't get pregnant."

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that, Scott."

"Don't get crabby. It's Wednesday ..." Scott lifts his head to look Derek in the eyes, "Dinner's on Friday." They haven't even talked about it since Friday. But he knows why, Derek was waiting for him to bring it up.

"Dinner's not going to happen on Friday, we should do it after the full moon. We'll both be at ease then."

Scott relaxes, he's been putting off the much needed talk with his mom about Derek, he doesn't want Derek to show up and his mom to flip out. "Can I come over tomorrow, I'll tell my mom I'm staying over at Stiles'.

"No."

And Scott feels immediately bleak, lately he can't seem to control his emotions, and he knows as soon as Derek leaves he'll feel lonely which is stupid because Derek comes back later. "Why not?"

"I have things I have to do." Derek rises, and Scott wants to cling to him but he opts against it. This mating thing has him turning into a needy little kid.

"Like what?" To occupy himself, Scott reaches for his bag, he has homework.

"You're prying."

Scott shrugs, "You don't have to tell me but it would be nice if you did." He's not going to be the doting boyfriend who is oblivious of everything.

Derek's leaning against the door with his arms crossed, there's a weird look on his face, "Scott, I got to go out of town for a few days."

That explains the look, Scott tries to pretend like he doesn't care, "How long?"

"Five days. I'll be back on Monday."

Scott hates the dread building in his belly, "Okay."

"Scott, look at me." Scott can't, his face will betray him. "I wouldn't leave if it wasn't important."

"Okay." He can't say much, he might break down. But he can feel the eyes on his back. Scott's fumbling around in his bag, still looking for his work.

"I have to go."

"So go." Has to go, Scott thinks, that's such bullshit. His anger is getting the better of him, "You got to go, so go. I'm not stopping you." No wonder Derek is here, he usually comes at night. He just wanted to tell Scott he was leaving.

"You're being ridiculous, hopefully when I come back you'll be fine by then. But then again I'll be calling to keep the bond from completely weakening." Derek is tentative, he doesn't want to leave but this is binding. "It's only for a few days and I'll be back before you know it.

"Whatever." Scott doesn't move when he feels the hand on his shoulder.

"I'll see you in a couple days." And just like that, Derek is gone.

The young Beta ignores the way his heart clenches uncomfortably and focuses on the task of completing his homework.

The following morning, Scott is trying to stay awake. He didn't get a wink of sleep, not to mention he couldn't force himself to concentrate on his homework so he's doing it now on the kitchen counter while eating breakfast. His mother comes down the stairs dressed in her scrubs.

"Hey, honey."

"Hey."

She glances at what he's doing, "Tell me that's not last minute homework."

"Can't because it is. Also you're distracting me, I got get it done. And you don't have to lecture me because I'm doing better in school. Grades are good, just forgot to do this last night. "

She smiles, "Okay. Oh did you talk to him, your boyfriend?"

"Yup."

His mother looks at him expectantly, "And?"

Groaning, Scott puts down the pencil and says, "He's going out of town. And don't refer to him as my boyfriend because to me he's an ass right now."

"That didn't cause a fight, did it? Me wanting to meet him?"

Scott rubs at his face, "No, mom. He wants to have dinner, it's… something else." He can't even have a normal conversation without withholding the truth from her. He's not mad that Derek had to go out of town, he's mad that Derek had to do it now when Scott needs him the most. The full moon is coming and they should be together because Derek said he'd be having urges and Derek should be here to help him. He feels attached to Derek and he figures it's because the mating/bonding thing, it's just not…easy. But is he the only one who feels so attached, why can Derek leave without thinking twice?

He has him mom's full attention, something he doesn't want right now. "He's not pressuring you, right?"

Scott frowns, "Pressuring me how?"

"You know… sex?"

Oh god, Scott just stands there, mouth gaping. He so doesn't want to have this talk right now. It strikes him that his mom wants an answer so he splutters out, "N-no."

"No?"

"Nope, he's not like that, he wouldn't pressure me." Scott blurts out rather quickly, if anything when this all started, Scott was probably the one who pressured Derek for sex. Derek's been hesitant of all this.

"Good, so what's the problem?" Her voice is comforting, but he doesn't want to talk about this.

"Mom, I got to finish this."

"Right, if you want to talk, don't hesitate. Okay, sweetie. Now I got to get to work." She kisses his cheek, and leaves.

Rubbing his face again, Scott contemplates whether he should just quit and accept a zero, but he can't afford a zero. So he completing it is his only option, Scott goes through his classes like he's in a trance, zoning out during lunch with Stiles. He goes straight home once school is over after all he won't be playing in the next game. When he enters his room, he finds a black shirt on his bed. Derek's. Scott balls it up and throws it in a corner and drops onto his bed for some much needed sleep.

(Okay. Right here is the gory scene, I don't think it's too bad but you know I still got to warn people.)

Eyes still closed, Scott scratches his cheek. His bed is hard and itchy, and something smells. Opening his eyes, Scott realizes he's not in his room but in the woods. He's curled up against something, and his eyes widen once he sees what it is, it's a deer, well its carcass. The fur was matted down with blood and the way the neck was angled sent a shiver down Scott's spine. The pungent smell of a kill engulfed Scott's senses and the blank eyes somehow bore right into his, accusing him. Its inside had been shredded apart, he can see the ribs and the meat that was slashed open. He knows he killed it, there's dry blood under his nails and on his body not to mention the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, oh god. He ends up gagging, heaving onto the ground, and running far away from the lifeless creature. And as Scott rubs the blood off at a creek, he remembers. The thrill from a fresh kill, the satisfying growl he let out when he snapped the deer's neck. And even as he ate he tried to satiate the void that Derek left, wanting nothing but to quench it. Scott wants to forget the mouthful of blood he guzzled down as his claws ripped apart the flesh, he wants to forget the strangled sound the deer made, and he desperately wants to forget how much he enjoyed it. First thing he did when he got home was scrub himself pink, the blood wouldn't come off no matter how much scorching hot water he used. He must of brushed his teeth fifteen times, and still he can taste the blood. Maybe he's overexaggerating but he feels like a monster.

Scott goes through the days in a stupor, Derek calls but Scott can't bring himself to answer. Derek even calls Stiles but Scott tells him not answer it. He can't tell anyone about the deer, he could tell Stiles but he doesn't want to freak him out. Besides Scott is trying to forget it even happened. It's finally Sunday, and Scott knows from his voicemail that Derek going to come a day early and yet all Scott can think about is that deer, it was his first kill. He never thought it'd be like that, he never thought he'd kill anything. He spends the day in bed, sheltered from the world, he doesn't want to see anyone right now. He just wants to sleep, but he can't. He has nightmares but they're not nightmares per se, they're more like memories of the kill. Scott would feel better if he woke up screaming or even startled but he just wakes up tired and ...hungry. Dreaming about it makes him hungry, and he doesn't know if that's okay. So he takes a few sleeping pills because he needs sleep, his body craves it.

As he wakes, Scott can feel a hand rubbing his back, he keeps his face buried in the pillow. The hand caressing him is welcoming, but he doesn't open his eyes nor does he move. His voice is low as he speaks, "You know I don't find it endearing that you let yourself in whenever you want, it's just creepy."

"Liar. You love it, my presence comforts you." Scott's not going to lie, he does find Derek's presence comforting, he takes in the smell he refused to think about for the past four days.

"I missed you." The vulnerbility underneath is distressing.

"Did you? I couldn't tell from the way you've been ignoring my calls."

"I was mad at you. You left so easily."

"You think it was easy? It was not easy, leaving you was beyond difficult but I had to."

"What was so important that you had to miss my first kill?"

Derek hand stills, "What?"

Okay so there you go. Had to stop, I have homework. I'm sorry this wasn't the mating chapter, but I felt this was needed and Derek will explain to Scott where he went in the next chapter as well. So please review and I think I'll put up the next chapter on Thursday, maybe I do have school.