CHAPTER THIRTEEN: SEASON ONE: CO-CAPTAIN

'Cause I've done some things that I can't speak

And I've tried to wash you away but you just won't leave

So won't you take a breath and dive in deep

'Cause I came here so you'd come for me

Halsey

POINT OF VIEW

Derek Hale

After Halden and my fight I decide to wait for Stiles in his bedroom. I'm waiting on Scott and him to steal the necklace from that Argent girl. Thankfully the Sheriff isn't home, which could be a problem if he is one of those parents that go through their teenage sons belongings (like my mother used to do).

There is already too much going through my head after going through Halden's photos. Thinking of someone laying their hands on her that way, bruising her creamy tanned skin with intent. If her ex were still alive I would kill him all over again, in a more brutal and painful way than his death in a car accident. I would torture him, rip his skin off his bones like the worthless scum he was.

I make myself comfortable on Stiles bed. There is some book on werewolf lore on the bedside table that I distract myself with to pass the time and ignore my racing thoughts.

'All werewolves can communicate threw a form of telepathy which enables them to hunt and perform more efficiently.'

False. Werewolves can communicate more through senses, but not through telepathy. In a pack you can read someones emotions, tell by certain movement what other's are trying to communicate, and through a howl. Although, this is one of those random werewolf facts I think would be pretty nice to have…

'Werewolves are virtually immortal because of the constant regeneration of their physical tissue, making their true age somewhat difficult to determine.'

Mostly false. I am definitely one to know that werewolves are in fact not immortal. Sure, we age a slower than humans. Our life span is significantly increased, but we will die. Eventually.

'If you are bitten and you kill the werewolf you WILL NOT be free from the curse, the curse is like a virus, or rabies if you will, if you get bitten by an animal that has rabies you get rabies, and if you kill the animal that gave you rabies you will not be cured. You still have the virus.'

One hundred percent fact.

'Some beliefs state that holly water can kill a werewolf, this is false. Christianity or any thing pertaining to Christianity offends some werewolves. Crosses, holy water, and the bible do not ward off werewolves.'

True. Some werewolves tend to be very religious while others are not. Just like humans.

'Werewolves have a heightened sense of sexual desire.'

The corner of my lip tugs up in a smirk. Even though I'm extremely irritated with Halden and my argument earlier concerning her father, I still can't wait to go home and sleep with her tonight. To hear those delicate moans escaping her throat, feel her wetness tighten around my cock as she orgasms. Makeup sex is great sex. Especially concerning the teal haired beauty I spend most nights with.

I wouldn't say werewolves really have a heightened sense of sexual desire. Most of the time. I'd say it's more animalistic and harder to control a shift, definitely more intense than human intercourse. But I wouldn't die without sex. I'm not a nymphomaniac or anything. I have spent months without having sex before Halden.

Running a hand down my face I decide I need an immediate change in thought. I might not be a nymphomaniac, but the thought of Halden underneath me nude definitely has an effect on my body. And I have no intention of getting off in Stiles bed.

'When a wolf marks their mate it is customary for the other wolf to mark them back as a way to accept their new status as a mated couple.'

Fact. Mom used to tell me stories of how my father and her met, how they fell in love, and how they decided to become mates. A lot of my bedtime stories while growing up were based on their marriage. The way dad swept my mother off of her feet every single morning by waking her with a passionate kiss… I remember always wanting that. I wanted to be lead beta, I wanted a mate, and I wanted pups. Now all I want is revenge.

And Halden.

And maybe a few children…

Not that I would ever admit that to anyone aloud.

My reading is broken by the sound of the front door opening. The clock reads twelve in the afternoon, way too early for Stiles to be coming home from school. But what do I know? Teenagers get half days, right? I stride over to the window quietly and peer out the blinds. I curse to myself when I see the police cruiser.

I hide inside of Stiles closet just incase. The sheriff does upstairs, but thankfully heads directly to his bedroom. I listen as he changes his clothes then gets into bed. Moments later he is snoring.

Not wanting to risk making too much noise, I return to the bed. I read until I hear that stupid jeep pulling up to the house. The sheriff seems to subconsciously hear it as well because I hear him get up and start moving around. Nobody needs supernatural hearing to pick up the sound of that piece of shit rolling down the street.

Immediately I go behind the door. The sheriff might peek inside if he thinks Stiles is already there, which wouldn't be doing me any favors.

The sound of Stiles pounding footsteps upstairs are thunderous and clumsy. I stop the door from smacking me in the face as he swings it open, pushing gently to close it a bit to watch him flop into his desk chair.

"Hey, Stiles!" the sheriff calls out.

Stiles spins in the chair, "Yo, D-Derek." I hold up a finger to my lips and nudge my finger towards the doorway. He manages to get the hint and darts towards the cracked door.

"What'd you say?" his father questions.

"What? I said 'yo, D-Dad."

"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"My first game. Guh, it's great. Awesome. Uh - Good."

"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud - of myself."

The exchange from Stiles end is so awkward I cringe.

"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"

"Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"

"I'm very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again, I'm - Huggie-huggie, huggie!"

Seriously? Huggie.

"See you there."

"Take it easy," Stiles tells his father before the man's footsteps echo down the staircase. He slowly begins to closer the door. "I'm sor-" my hands grip at his collar and I shove him harshly against the door. He is one of the last people I trust. I've overheard him with Scott, telling him not to listen to me or let him help me. For all I know he's the main reason I've been accused of murder, twice. He winces when his head smacks on the door, "-oh!"

Angrily I point a stern finger in his face. "If you say one word-"

"- h, what, you mean, like, "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room - Bring your gun"? Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy."

I smooth out his collar for him, mostly because he looks like a bigger idiot and I doubt he will fix it. But when he moves to smooth the collar of my jacket for me I raise a fist and his heartbeat skyrockets. "Oh my god!" he cries out in fear.

Not even going to pretend his reaction didn't make me feel a little happy inside.

I caught onto Stiles hesitance as he sat back in his desk chair. I sigh, "Scott didn't get the necklace?"

"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there," he says.

"So?"

"So it wasn't Scott."

Hmm. I do recall breaking his phone the night before. "Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me." I roll my eyes. "But I think I know somebody who can."

A minute he's on the phone bribing his lab partner to come over to work on their project. I don't blame the guy for his hesitance on coming over to the Stilinski home. But the one thing I will give Stiles: he's extremely manipulative. The teen has a way with twisting words around and making you listen to him. It's really unnerving, actually.

"So…" Stiles starts while we wait for this Danny kid to come over. "You and Halden?"

"What?" I snap.

"Are you two really together?"

"Yes."

Stiles lips pull down in a frown. "Well, you better take care of her. She's a really amazing girl and deserves someone to treat her right for once in her life."

"Are you saying I'm a bad guy?"

He snorts.

I scowl.

"You are a wanted fugitive in the entire state of California…"

"Again, who's fault is that?" I shout with a glare. "I haven't murdered anyone!"

Stiles winces at my sharp tone. "Look, just treat her right and we will be okay."

"I don't intend to treat her bad. I know Scott and you don't trust me, and I sure as hell don't trust you, but I care about Halden."

"So… you're not just using her to get Scott into your pack?"

"If Scott wasn't involved I would still be with Halden."

He slowly nods. "That's the nicest thing I have ever heard you say about anything."

This kid is going to make the eyes roll out of my freaking head.

Thankfully Danny shows up within the next few minutes to save me from my awkward encounter with Stiles. He's a tall kid with bronzed skin and sharp cheekbones, I recognize him from some of the lacrosse games I've watched at the school. I busy myself with another book on werewolf lore while listening in on the two teens conversations.

When Stiles explains to Danny that he wants him to trace a text message, the kid scoffs incredulously, "You want me to do what?

"Trace a text," Stiles tells him with a grin.

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

"And we will, once you trace the text."

Danny scowls. "And what makes you think I know how?"

"I looked up your arrest report, so…"

"I - I was 13. They dropped the charges."

"Whatever," Stiles shrugs.

"No, we're doing lab work."

"Oh my-" Stiles starts, but is cut off by Danny as he peeks over at me.

"- Who's he again?" he asks in a whisper.

"Um, my cousin - Miguel."

Seriously.

"Is that blood on his shirt?"

Shit. I forgot I was wearing the bloody shirt from the other night. Halden hasn't had the chance to wash my laundry yet. I should have exchanged it for one of Scott's.

"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." He nudges his chin towards his dresser. I take in a calming breath as I shut the book firmly and stand to search through it. I already know how this is going to go by Stiles much leaner build. "So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-"

As soon as I peel the shirt over my head I smell the arousal coming from Danny. I raise a brow, but continue my search through Stiles dresser. Everything I lift is even smaller than Scott's shirts, which is already tight on me as it is. "Uh, Stiles?"

"Yes?"

I display one of his shirts as an example. "This - no fit."

"Then try something else on," he says. Like that will freaking help when all his damn shirts are the same freaking size. "Sorry… Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt."

Danny looks at me and his chocolate eyes trail down my frame appraisingly. "It's - it's not really his color."

Rolling my eyes I strip off the orange and blue striped polo. It is probably the largest shirt in this mess.

Under Stiles breath he says to Danny, "You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"

Mental note: hurt Stiles.

"You're a horrible person."

"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text…"

My irritation spikes at another failed attempt. I throw the shirt to the ground in my frustration as I scream, " Stiles! None of these fit!"

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text," Danny hurriedly mutters to Stiles. And I'll give the kid one thing for using me as a sexual object,

it worked.

Roughly twenty minutes later, I'm wearing a solid black shirt that Stiles had to grab from his father's laundry and Danny is finished. "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

Stiles and I both hover over his shoulder. My eyes narrow when I read Melissa McCall's name. That makes absolutely no sense. Living at the McCall house has made me see a lot of things when it comes to their family. There is no way Melissa would be in on whatever the hell is going on with the alpha, she isn't even aware of werewolves. She is an amazing woman who works hard to provide for her two kids. When would she even have the time? She's always pulling doubles at the hospital.

I question seriously, "Registered to that account name?"

Stiles shakes his head. "No, no, no, no. That can't be right."

"We have to go to the hospital," I tell Stiles with a glare. "Right now."

"Ugh…" he looks at Danny.

Danny sighs, "We can get together Sunday. That's the only other day I am free to work on our lab."

Stiles gives him a thumbs up. "Sounds good."

Then we leave.

An unpleasant queasiness churns my stomach after we leave Scott on the shower floor in the high school locker room. I am unable to do anything unless I intend to challenge Peter, which I do not. Without Scott at my side I know I cannot take on Peter. Example: an hour ago at the hospital when he kicked my ass. I may not have completely submitted myself to him yet, but for now I shall recognize him as my alpha.

After all we currently share a common goal: kill Kate Argent.

Peter and I head out to a remote area in the preserve. Neither of us are exactly able to be exposed to civilization at this time. Me, being a wanted fugitive in the entire state of California. Him, a catatonic hospice patient that murdered his nurse. Our only option is to camp out far enough where the hunters won't search. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

Peter hums a cheery tune to himself while he lays out his sleeping bag. I watch him with careful eyes, but stay silent. My uncle is clearly unstable and deranged no matter what. The fire has left him with little regard, only the bloodthirsty taste of revenge. I'm not sure what I will have to do after Kate is dead. Will he continue to kill? I don't intend to be on the run for the rest of my life.

"We need to get rid of Jackson," Peter decides.

My brows furrow. "What?"

"He knows too much. There is no way I'm turning him into a werewolf, he'd be a terrible beta. But he will out us to the Argent's if we do not. There is no other option. For the purpose of containing our secret we must."

The thought of killing an innocent teenager does not settle right with me.

When he sees the skeptic expression I wear he adds, "This is self preservation."

"He's done nothing wrong. He's just a dumb teenager," I defend cautiously.

Peter lays down atop his sleeping back with his arms behind his head and ankles crossed. I start to gather thick slabs of wood around us for a fire.

"A dumb teenager who seemed very interested in that woman you've become so fond of. The one with the blue hair. What's her name?"

My back stiffens from where I'm hunched over gathering sticks from the cold ground. "Halden."

"Ahhh yes, Halden. She's an extremely beautiful girl," Peter is smiling as he says this. My heartbeat picks up and I try to stop myself from immediately worrying about whatever that smile entailed for her. "Even with the whole punk rock thing going on."

I don't say anything. I just drop the wood and dig through my pocket for a lighter.

"You could smell the lust coming off of him when he had her pressed up against the locker," he continues with a smirk. "She didn't seem too set on holding him off, either."

The biting shut up is on the tip of my tongue, but he is my alpha and I shouldn't disrespect him that way. Mom and Laura would have smacked me upside the head for even thinking it.

"I want you to mate with her."

"W-what?" I choke out. I nearly burn my fingertip as I stop focusing on the growing fire from where I had the lighter lit against the wood.

Peter is staring intently at me. "Halden. I want you to mate and impregnate her."

I gap at him.

"Dear nephew, close your mouth. There are mosquitos out here."

My jaw clamps shut and I watch him carefully. The fire dances across his patched up face, a small grin forming on his lips at my shock.

"I will turn her soon. Then you shall mate with her to carry on the Hale name. Unfortunately I don't have a mate at this time, and I wish for our bloodline to continue."

The thought of having a child scares the living hell out of me.

"No," I bark. "I don't want to mate with her."

Even I hear the stutter in my heartbeat.

Peter laughs. "You can't lie to me, nephew."

"You won't turn her. I won't let you."

"You won't let me?" he asks carefully.

"I won't let her turn out like Page."

Peter ah's as if that explains everything, which it kind of does. "The likelihood of her rejecting the bite is rare. Especially since Scott's transformation was successful. They share the same blood, therefore, it's more than likely she will be fine."

"I'm not willing to risk it."

"Do you love her?" he pries.

My knuckles tighten. "No."

Peter only smiles knowingly at me.

"If I change her it'll save her," he says. I know he's trying a different tactic to convince me. One that's more likely to win me over. "I've been watching you and her."

"That's not creepy at all," I mutter. Considering most of the time we are together I'm fucking her.

He just laughs it off. "I've seen her pill addiction. She'd have to take a really high dosage for her to be affected by it as a werewolf. A dosage that would be very hard to obtain."

I stare into the flames silently.

"If she doesn't stop soon she will die. Most likely from an overdose. You've heard her heartbeat. It's too fast, too much. One pill too many and…"

Peter doesn't have to finish the sentence for me to nod my head stiffly. It's a silent agreement. A silent go-ahead. Whatever it takes to keep her heart beating.

Peter orders me to get rid of Jackson.

So I find him alone in the locker room at Beacon Hills High and convince him to follow me to my family's house. I feel nauseated thinking about it, but with Peter's current alpha power over me there's not much I can do. Either I fight him or do as he asks. And thanks to Scott McCall refusing to be pack with me I have no other option. I'll die if I try to go against Peter on my own.

The only way I can think of getting him to follow us is by offering him the bite. I want to tell him to hide his massive boner over the idea of becoming a werewolf, because he's all too eager to follow behind me.

I know the moment Jackson starts to regret letting me take him to the abandoned house in the woods. He hesitates at the scratched up red door.

"Go ahead," I urge him.

He hesitates in the doorway. "Is it safe? I don't want rafters falling on my head."

"Go in."

Jackson steps inside. He leers at the burnt out walls. "What's in here?"

"Everything you want. It's gonna be all right. Trust me."

His heartbeat begins to pick up. "This house - it's the same h-house."

I should just end him. Get it over quickly, but what he said doesn't make sense. "What did you say?"

"I've dreamt about this place. I - I remember the staircase. I remember these - these walls. I remember - everything." He motions around him wildly.

"You've been here?"

"No, never. I dreamt it…"

I need to focus. Getting off-track and discussing his dreams are not going to help either of us. Not that anything can really help him at this point.

The only way I can convince myself that killing Jackson is okay is by picturing the conversation I witnessed at the school. With Halden's back pressed against the lockers while Jackson leant into her personal space, his fingers wrapped around one of the teal strands of her hair. Whispering about her gorgeous brown eyes. My wolf immediately thinks that eliminating the competition for my future mate is necessary.

Jackson must have seen the shift in my mood as he blinks at me with wide wet eyes. "There's no one else here, and no one else is coming? No, please - Please don't, okay? I'll shut up - I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone. Please, you can't do this! Please! I - I don't deserve it."

"I think you do." No I don't.

"N-no!"

"Look around you! Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's no one here." Halden. I picture Halden with Jackson between her thighs, kissing her, touching her. I want to rip him to pieces. "There is a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team."

"Excuse me!"

Jackson I both turn to stare where the voice is coming from. Scott.

"Co-captain," he corrects me with a snarl.

Then we begin to fight.

I tell him I'll kill him along with Jacson, but I won't. Halden would never forgive me if I killed Scott. I'd never forgive myself if I killed Scott.

And I'm so unbelievably grateful when hunters show up. A part of me laughs at the irony. Me? Happy that hunters are showing up to kill me. Because that means I don't have to kill Scott and Jackson.

"RUN SCOTT!" I roar, but he's standing there in shock as the sparks of bullets echo around us.

My relief for the hunters is shattered when Scott is shot in the chest.

Fuck.

If I don't get him out of here… I dart forward to drag him away from the crossfire. I manage to get him into Jackson's arms and shove them out the back.

But we won't make it together. Maybe the hunters will kill me and put me out of my misery. Prevent me from killing anymore people I care about. Or maybe I will rip them to pieces.

I sprint out the front door and growl loudly.

It's only seconds before I'm shot. It's a wolfsbane laced bullet, but I rush forward to attack the nearest hunter.

Burning pierces my kneecap where I am shot. I fall to the ground. My mind is spinning, the trees are spinning, or am I spinning?

"Oh sweetie…" Blonde hair spins. Round and round and round. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Then… blackness.

Due to popular demand I have updated! Because you guys are harassing me, haha, in the best possible way. I love it. I might be a little deranged that way.

Sooooo. If anyone is wondering, I skipped out on the hospital scene because I would have just been re-writing the script for the show. I had no intentions of adding or changing anything, and personally I'm one that if something isn't different from the show you can opt out of writing it because I already know what happens.

Also wanted to touch up on how I think in season 1 when Derek was with Peter that he never agreed to everything whole-heartedly. That's why he immediately went to save Scott & Jackson when the hunters came through (especially Scott). I always figured he was just confused and conflicted.

meangirl8: Is halden going to have a supernatural power or is she just going to be human?

Eventually she shall become a werewolf. Won't tell you when!

Cassie-D1: thanks for the long ass review (these are totally my favorite)!

Does Melissa and Scott know that her dad kind of neglected her growing up once he had gained full custody of her? They obviously know about some of her drug past but do they know why she started to get into that shit?

No, Melissa and Scott are not aware of the abuse from her ex-boyfriend or the neglect from her father. It's something that she will let slip up every now and then, but won't become prominent until season 3b when he comes into the story. That's when the truth will come out about him. They are also not aware about the main cause of her drug abuse or how far it goes. Melissa only knows because she called their father and spoke to him, but we don't know how much he told her or what he actually said!

And this chapter should have answered your question about Derek overhearing Jackson :)

Liam1094: hehe you shall see what happens when he gets captured by Kate! MWAHAHAHA!

Nicole1024: Eventually when Derek does claim Halden I think it'll be very passionate and romantic.

Danni: haha she does end up using a few that I've written in future chapters!

Guest: Would Peter have been able to smell Derek on Halden when he picked up Melissa?

Yes he would have! I hope this chapter being in Derek's POV answered a few things. Like how Peter is very much aware of Derek and Halden haha.

Lemonhead1992: i remember the line where Derek was thinking how he was lucky that Halden barely ever bothered to put a bra on lol...what if like when season two pops up she starts wearing a bra just cause when theres a lot more action going and if she's going to be running for her life then she's gonna want something to support her twins so they aren't hurting or flapping all over the place

omg. so this is the funniest thing ever, because I actually thought this through. Don't worry. There will be some things that will happen in future chapters that will make it necessary for her to wear a bra! lololol I love how you thought about this though, because it was something that popped into my head too. And I can totally see Derek not enjoy the bras too haha.

dableachenator: thank you so much! i'm so happy you think it sounds so tantalizing (that's one of my favorite words)!

THANKS SO MUCH for all those who favorite, follow, review, and harass me to update: MaxineHale, Guest(s) - all 8 of you!, Gavin, Sutton, Abbie, High Guardian, SilverShadowWolf46, Alicia, Libby, Lexxi, Mel, Shelby!