Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for all the reviews, for this story and for the last one! I'll just mentioned one more time that I am aware that my stories are super AU due to the fact that I wrote them before a lot was revealed, and hence I made some stuff up that isn't canon with the show. I can't really do too much about it now, unfortunately! But I appreciate the reviews so much! And again unfortunately, like I mentioned before, I'm super busy abroad and I would love to respond to all the reviews individually, but I barely have time to write in the first place! And I think you guys would rather I keep posting than just answer your reviews ;-)

Chapter 5

It was only after she heard Stiles' Jeep chug off into the distance that Amy realized she really ought to follow them. The prospect of the two running into Derek during the act of creating a new werewolf was beyond troublesome; even though she really couldn't be of that much help, what with her powers in such an unpredictable state, she liked to think of herself as a diffusing presence.

Luckily, despite the fact that she had yet to experience even one full moon, she did indeed still reap the benefits of enhanced eyesight, which meant that she didn't need to use her car's headlights. As such, she was able to follow Scott and Stiles relatively closely. And although she didn't know how to find Derek or even where he was, she assumed that Scott, as a more experienced werewolf with a finer tuned sense of smell, was leading the way.

She assumed correctly. Soon enough, they arrived at the Beacon Hills cemetery. She parked her car in the grass, far away from where Scott and Stiles were.

Amy had no idea why they were there, but she certainly wasn't enthused by the fact that they were. The curtain of night had fallen and the location was certainly sufficiently creepy; a wispy veil of fog covered the damp grass and a symphony of crickets created a thick layer of background noise.

She shrunk behind a mossy tombstone and watched the turmoil unfold. Scott, fully transformed, and Stiles rushed out of the Jeep just as it came to a halt, towards Derek. She couldn't quite make out what Derek was doing, but she prayed that he had already accomplished what he had set out to.

Scott and Stiles also disappeared into the shadows, and she quickly found it necessary to move closer in order to see what was happening.

"Stop!" Scott's raspy voice, halfway between a shout and a howl, rang out against the eeriness.

Derek turned abruptly to face him, also fully transformed, with his eyes glowing crimson. "It's already done," he snarled in return. He sounded almost smug, but Amy felt a wave of relief. Behind him, she could make out the indistinct form of her classmate and, she supposed, brand-new packmate. He was squirming on the ground, clearly in pain.

Amy hoped to god that they wouldn't start fighting, but Scott looked absolutely furious. He lifted a clawed hand and Derek stiffened, visibly readying himself for a strike. Scott was growing stronger fast, but he was still no match for Derek. On the other hand, though, she also doubted that Derek would ever truly injure Scott.

Just as Scott started to deliver the blow, Amy stood to call out; however, before she could say anything, someone beat her to it.

"Wait!" the person on the ground shouted.

Scott stopped short and spun around, having heard the grass move as Amy stood.

"Amy?" said Stiles, squinting to get a better look at her.

"Yeah, it's me," she announced hesitantly. She jogged over to meet the group, while Derek and Scott returned to their human forms.

"I thought I told you not to come," Derek stated dryly.

"Yeah, well, clearly circumstances changed," she justified, gesturing to Scott and Stiles.

The curly-haired boy tiredly raised himself off of the ground, clutched his side, and said, "Um, can anyone explain to me what's going on right now?"

"Remember the 'others' I was telling you about?" Derek began, "Well, these are two of them."

"Amy and Scott," Isaac said in acknowledgement. He said the names in an almost rehearsed fashion, like they had just recently been mentioned to him.

Stiles cocked his head and studied the boy in curiosity. "Hey, you go to Beacon Hills High," he noted after a moment.

"Yeah, I'm Isaac. I know who you guys are, I've seen you around."

The three high schoolers looked rather sheepish for not having known his name.

Having gotten the rather arbitrary introductions out of the way, Scott allowed his anger to flow through him once again. He squared his body to face Derek and hissed, "You can't keep doing this!"

"It's alright," Isaac cut in, trying to quell the dispute. "He explained it to me – it was my choice."

Scott shook his head wildly. "You can't possibly be able to make that choice," he told him gravely. "Especially not in such a short period of time. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

"You don't know anything about me," Isaac countered. "You didn't even know my name. You're not in any position to tell me what choices I can and can't make."

Both Scott and Stiles seemed taken aback by this hostility. In fact, even Amy was a bit surprised.

"Derek told me everything," he said, mainly to Scott. "He told me how his uncle turned you and how you think it ruined your life. But I've seen you around at school, Scott, your life has always been so different from mine. Sure, you didn't get to start on the lacrosse team, but I have problems – real problems – that this can solve. You have no idea what sort of issues I have, or how they can be – will be – washed away with this."

"Whatever problems you had," Stiles replied, "I promise you that this is going to bring on a whole flood of new ones. Worse ones."

Isaac shook his head just as Scott had done, his locks of hair catching the light. "You don't understand," he muttered simply.

Neither Scott nor Stiles pressed the matter. Judging by Amy and Derek's silence, they assumed that the pair of them had more prior knowledge than they did, and they seemed very grim. It briefly flitted through Stiles' mind that perhaps Derek hadn't been as misguided as he had previously suspected, but he also expected that more information would surface as time progressed.

And granted, from the insanely short amount of time that they had known him, Scott and Stiles both found that Isaac had a trustworthy way about him; at least, he appeared to be loyal to Derek.

Jackson, though, still worried them immensely.

"I'm not convinced, but this isn't even our biggest problem right now," Scott said eventually. "Jackson is gone. Like, gone."

"Just because he wasn't at school today doesn't mean he's gone," Amy said in frustration. "Like I said before, he's probably just not feeling too great after the whole, you know, being turned into a werewolf thing."

Scott sunk into a sitting position on top of a nearby tombstone and wove his fingers through his hair. "I can't explain it," he said. "I just know that something is wrong, that he is gone. I just know."

Derek seemed at least mildly concerned by Scott's explanation. "What do you mean you just 'know'?" he interrogated.

"It's just a feeling. A horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, like right before something really, really bad is going to happen."

"Is this a werewolf thing?" Stiles questioned, looking to Derek for some sort of clarification.

"It could be," he admitted reluctantly. "I'll go and check on Jackson in the morning."

"It won't matter," Scott mumbled. "It's already too late."

"Did you go to Jackson's house? Do you know he isn't there?" Amy demanded.

"Yeah, we went after school. He wasn't there."

Amy bit her lip, growing more worried by the second; and it didn't help that Derek's face was contorted into a deep frown, betraying that he was also beginning to grow more concerned.

Trying to remain in control of the situation, Derek repeated, "Like I said, I'll go and check on him in the morning. Until then – " He stopped abruptly, effectively causing everyone else to panic.

"What is it?" Amy hissed.

"There are other people here."

Without further notice, a bullet whizzed past Stiles' head and lodged itself in a nearby tree trunk. The werewolves in the group heard the crunch of leaves as several pairs of footsteps drew nearer and nearer.

"Time to go," Derek muttered. "We need to get out of here now."

No one needed to be told twice. The five of them piled into Stiles' Jeep, and he drove away as fast as the car would allow him to. An enormous black Escalade soon appeared in the rearview mirror, alerting them all to the Argents' arrival.

"Shit shit shit," Stiles chanted, his eyes darting frantically between the road and the mirror.

"See what I was talking about before?" Scott yelled to Isaac from the front seat.

The latter kept silent, ostensibly rethinking his decision. Amy felt him shift uncomfortably against her, since she was crammed between him and Derek. Isaac didn't have nearly as much sheer mass as the incredibly muscular Alpha, but he was certainly lankier; his spidery limbs seemed tangled in the inadequate amount of foot space in front of him. She was wedged so firmly between the two of them that she could hardly turn around to see the Argents through the back window.

Amy glared daggers at the back on Scott's head and said, "Isaac, this is why we need you. We're not strong enough on our own."

He faced her with lost, puppy-dog eyes, like he had no idea how he could possibly help them. She realized suddenly, now that she could get a good look at him, that he physically resembled her brother, Ian, in many ways. His hair and eyes, in particular, seemed almost identical, and even their names were similar. Sure, Isaac's face was far more angular than her little brother's, but a certain resemblance still existed. She felt a pang of sadness. Although she and Ian had had their disputes, he had been there to protect her when it truly mattered. It hurt her to think that it might even be years before they saw one another again.

She was ripped from these thoughts as a bullet ricocheted off the metal bumper of Stiles' Jeep.

"Just lose them, Stiles, we're not at all prepared for a confrontation," Derek ordered.

In the past year or so, Stiles' confidence in his driving skills had increased exponentially. Such car chases had hardly become out of the ordinary, and it was safe to say that he had achieved a good amount of practice. And while Stiles was never calm, he was currently no more panicked than he normally was. He veered sharply to the left, onto a dirt path; luckily, his Jeep faired pretty well on uneven terrain, but the Argents' SUV was made for these sort of off-road excursions.

However, after a great deal of winding and turning (with the headlights off, mind you), they eventually managed to evade the Argents. The only problem was, they were now completely, utterly, and hopelessly lost in the woods.

"Where the hell are we," Scott wondered aloud blankly, once the adrenaline of the pursuit had worn off.

Amy nearly climbed on top of Derek in order to look out the window, only to come to the conclusion that she, too, had absolutely no clue where they were. Not that she expected she would. "Derek?" she prompted. Out of everyone, he was definitely the most likely to know where they were and, more importantly, how to get back to civilization.

"Nope," he stated, disappointing them all.

"You're supposed to know these things," Stiles complained. "Didn't you, y'know, live in the woods for like five years?"

"No," he said flatly, his tone containing the slightest trace of offense. "Plus, you're the one who got us into this mess, Stiles, so you should be the one to figure it out."

"Um, you're welcome, by the way! And also, I'm the only human in this group. Can't you guys like sniff our way out of this or something?"

Derek didn't say so, but he supposed they could, if they really had to. However, the last thing he wanted to do was to give Stiles more fuel for the dog comparisons he had become so fond of.

"I'll just use the GPS on my phone," Amy said exasperatedly. "Also," she told Derek as an afterthought, "I left my car at the cemetery…"

"I'm sure it will be fine," he assured her. They could easily retrieve it in the morning, on their way to check on Jackson. It was what they might find – or, rather, not find – at Jackson's house that truly worried him.

Author's Note: Let me know what you guys think! I'd love to get a bit more feedback and apparently my cajoling can sometimes incite reviews :-p

**SPOILERS**

And let me know what you think of the show and especially Derek's love interest! I know I am extremely biased, but I am not a fan. Maybe it's just jealousy talking (lol), but I feel like they are making the relationship move at hyperspeed. Derek is so prickly, what are they doing?! Maybe I'm speaking too soon and he knows something that we don't. Was she healing him? Does sex heal werewolves? Cuz that would have been nice to know earlier lmao. Also I feel like Stiles didn't grieve nearly enough when Derek was "dead" in the last episode! I mean c'mon, it was such a good opportunity to make them all sad and such, and sad Stiles just makes my heart break (in a good way, is that weird?). But at least they squeaked that in last episode omfg that speech about them being brothers I could not deal. Also wtf that motel was mad nice (with the very large exception of the bathroom), why was everyone complaining about how gross it was?! I was just confused in general. But I'm glad we got some backstory on Boyd. Anyway yes, it's been a long time since I ranted and that's what wanted to say. Please review!