Chapter Twenty-Nine

Everybody wants to know

If we fucked on the bathroom sink

How your hands felt in my hair

If we were high on amphetamines

Halsey

Thankfully, Scott is only passed out for an hour. He's weak and Derek helps him into the backseat of my car, then he takes the passenger seat as I drive us back to my house.

I glance in the rearview mirror as my brother stares idly out the window. His eyes are hooded, but his expression taught with tension.

"Have you called Stiles?" I ask.

Scott searches for his phone in his pocket. He dials the number and places it on speaker. The first dial tone doesn't even make it all the way through before his best friend is answering the phone in a dramatic panic.

"Oh thank god!" Stiles screeches into the phone. "The last thing that Derek said to me was that you were dying, are you dead? Is this you?"

"Yes Stiles, it's me," he answers affectionately.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you about it later… Derek and I need to know what happened when you gave Jackson the injection?"

Stiles snorts. "It worked for all of two seconds before he was moving again."

"Great…"

"The girl is dead," Stiles admits under his breath. "And Jackson is gone."

Scott growls. "Look, I'll call you when I get home in like ten minutes, okay?"

"Yeah sure. Bye buddy."

"This was a waste of time," Derek says after a minute of silence. He turns his head to stare back at Scott. The only response he get's is a loud sigh. "We need a new plan. Next time one of us is going to be too hurt to heal, Scott."

"I get it…" Scott glares down at his lap. "We can't save Jackson."

"We can't seem to kill him either…" Derek shakes his head sadly. I know he doesn't actually want to kill Jackson, even if Scott believes so. He just can't see another way. He's never been shown other ways to save people, and I hate that my younger brother is starting to see things that way, too.

"We can save him," I argue. "There's got to be another way."

Derek turns his head to face me. "I have seen a lot of things… I've never seen anything like this. Every new moon will make him stronger. He's already stronger than all of us now."

"How do we stop him?" Scott presses urgently.

"I don't know how, and I don't even know if we can."

Scott scratches at the back of his neck. "Maybe we should just let the Argents handle it."

"This is all my fault… I'm the one who turned him."

I frown. "It's not like you wanted him to turn into a giant lizard monster who eats twenty-four-year-olds."

"This happened because of something in his past, right?" Scott asks.

"That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple."

My brother's chocolate eyes narrow at Derek through the reflection of the mirror. "What do you mean? What are you not telling me?"

"Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"

"Because you always are keeping something from me."

"I hate to agree, but you have been kinda shady in the past…" Derek shoots me a 'not helping' glare, and I shrug. "What? It's true."

He sighs. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."

We pull up in front of the house and I park the car. I'm a little surprised to see the Camaro out front with Erica in the drivers seat. She waves at me and I give her a big grin, thank god she is okay.

Scott leans forward in the seat to glare at Derek. "Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets?"

Opening the door, Derek hovers outside, rotating his body to stare down at Scott. "Get some rest, heal, call Stiles and make sure he's okay. The full moon is coming. And with the way things are going, I've got a feeling it's gonna be a rough one…"

He shuts the door in Scott's face before my brother can respond. Than he rounds the side of the car and helps me out, even if I still don't really need the help. Scott grumbles to himself, or maybe to Derek, under his breath as he stomps into the house.

Erica jumps out of the car to come give me a quick hug. A skeptical brow is risen from Derek at the friendly motion, but I give her one back.

"Glad you're okay," I tell her with a smile. "How are Isaac and Boyd?"

"Boyd is at his house, he's still exhausted, but healing just fine. Isaac is at the depot waiting to make sure Derek get's home okay. I just came to drop off the car, and then make this guy drive me home." Erica nudges Derek with her shoulder, and he nods his head.

"Good, I'm glad you are all in one piece."

"It's time for you to get to rest," Derek tells me sternly. He dips his head down to give me a kiss on my temple. "Come on." He walks me towards the front door and hovers outside until I have it locked behind me. I wave goodbye to him and Erica from the long window beside the door.

I turn around to go upstairs and scream. Because Scott is hovering behind me.

"What the hell Scott?"

He winces. "Sorry…"

"Are you okay?" Reaching out I grab his face to inspect it. It's not like inhalation of wolfsbane really gives visible side effects. "You look okay."

"I'm fine. My head just hurts," he says.

"Maybe you should rest."

"Gotta wait for Mom to get home first."

"Want to watch some Netflix?"

He sighs. "I have to call Stiles. Tell him what happened."

I furrow my brows concerned. "What did happen Scott?"

Hesitating, he motions for me to follow him upstairs. Then redirects himself behind me so that if I fall he can catch me, I roll my eyes as I stomp up them. We enter his bedroom and I make myself comfortable on his bed.

Scott paces around the room. Grabs a lacrosse stick and starts tying knots in the net. "Victoria, Allison's mom, she tried to kill me… hit me with her car and brought me into this room where she had wolfsbane in the air. Said it would look like an overdose."

"I'll kill her," I tell him sternly. "Slice her to pieces. Feed her body to doves."

He raises a brow. "Doves?"

"Sure. Or you know, a pack of wolves… I know a few."

He manages to laugh. "No… No. Let's just stay away from her."

I get to my feet and wrap him in a hug. "No one is ever going to take you away from me. If that wench ever tries again, I will kill her."

Scott hugs me tightly, voice tight as he mumbles into the top of my head, "The most terrifying part is that I know you're not lying."

"Everyone should be terrified of hurting you, because they will have to deal with your older sister. Anyone with any older sister knows they should be terrified."

He kisses my cheek. "Okay. I need to call Stiles. Go to bed."

"Night twerp."

He squints distastefully at the name. "God, really?"

I ruffle his messy hair and dart out of the room with a victorious laugh.

A few nights later I find myself giggling with Matt in the kitchen of Fred & Lisa's diner. The place is oddly slow after the rush from the after church folk on Sunday. Slow enough where we can get away with snagging a few moments to hydrate ourselves and for Matt to put celery in his mouth like a walrus.

"Alright guys…" Lisa leans against the wall. She's wearing a slanted grin on her naturally rose hued lips. "Table three with the lonely old man needs a quick cleaning. Maybe a refill."

I snort as Matt attempts to dislodge the celery he managed to get stuck around his tooth. "I got it Matt," I tell him as I pat his shoulder. "You're clearly on your walrus A-game tonight, Justin Long."

Grabbing an empty tray to pick up dirty dishes, I head over to table three. An elderly man sits content in his seat sipping at a cup of coffee. A leather-bound journal is open in front of him, he reads while he hums an unfamiliar tune under his breath.

Approaching the table, I ask with a warm grin, "Is it okay if I take this?"

The man closes the journal. His smokey blue eyes are icy as he eyes me, his smile threatening in a way. My smile falters confusedly.

"Hello," he greets, voice raspy. His eyes dart down to my stomach. "My, I love children. How far along are you?"

I maneuver the tray protectively over my growing belly. This guy gives me the creeps. "About fifteen weeks."

He sighs. "About as big as an orange. I remember when my wife was pregnant with my daughter, Kate."

Whenever anyone says the name Kate it brings me shivers. Psychotic wench.

"What is your name sweetheart?"

"Halden." I frown.

"Halden," his tone is biting, with a hint of a secret that I don't quite comprehend. "I've been hearing some nasty rumors about you."

Defensively I back up a few steps. What a weird ass thing to say to someone. You don't just walk up to someone and say something like that. Freaking old people and their old-time ways, thinking that they can call people out for getting knocked up before marriage. I take a calming breath and ask harshly, "I think this conversation is getting really weird. Would you like me to take your empty plates or not?"

The calculating stare he gives me does nothing to ease the knot forming in my gut. This stress isn't good for the baby. "My daughter-in-law said she saw you with Derek Hale at Macy's the other night. Is it true the baby is his?"

I decide this conversation is over and move away, but his hand snatches my wrist. For an old man his grip is strong. Strong enough that I'm sure if I tried to pull it too hard it might snap. Instead of struggling, I flex my fingers and fix him with a sneer, "Who are you?"

His smile turns wicked. "Gerard Argent. I'm the new principal at your brothers school. You're Halden McCall, aren't you? Sister to the star co-captain of the Beacon Hills lacrosse team? Quite a reputation you both lead."

What in the fuck? "Let me go."

Gerard stands from the table. His eyes are tight, fierce with an unnatural rage is he glares down at me. "That baby will turn into a monstrous beast that will feast on your flesh during the full moon. It's blood thirsty rage will kill you if the pregnancy doesn't."

I step closer to him, body shaking wrathfully. "The only killer I see is you."

"I would watch your back, Ms. McCall. You never know who might be lurking behind a corner."

With that he releases my wrist. I step back as he reaches into his pocket and drops a hundred dollar bill on the table. Then he turns and leaves just as Matt scrambles over to the table. He reaches out a gentle hand to grab my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he questions worriedly.

My wrist is throbbing. There are bright red crescents imbedded into my skin from his bony old people hands. Fucking prick.

"Yeah…" I mutter. "I-I think I'm going to call Derek and have him pick me up."

Matt nods. "Want me to go tell Lisa?"

"No… No, I'm going to go tell her."

He takes the empty tray from me and begins to clean off the table while I dart into Lisa's office. She looks up when I enter, the door shuts softly behind me.

"I need to go home," I say quietly.

She frowns. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Honey, you're shaking." Standing, she reaches out and situates me so that I'm sitting in the chair before her desk. Her touch is gentle as she rubs a soothing hand on my back. "What happened?"

"No-nothing. I just…" I clutch my stomach. "I don't feel safe right now."

"Want me to call someone for you?"

"I need to call Derek."

"Do you have your phone on you?"

I into my pocket I slide out my phone. It takes me four tries to call him. My hands are shaking so viciously it's hard to press any of the buttons. He answers on the first ring.

"Halden."

"I need you to come pick me up from work. Now, please. I let Scott have the car today."

"I'm coming. Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure."

"Want me to stay on the phone?"

"No. I'll see you when you get here."

I end the call and slump into the chair. Lisa gives my shoulder a squeeze.

While I wait for Derek I sit in one of the booths away from the customers. Matt takes his break and slides in across from me.

"Are you okay?"

My stomach pulls angrily. "I don't know."

"Anything I can do?"

I shake my head. "How was that rave?"

Matt sighs tiredly. "It was okay. I asked that girl and she said yes, but it was really awkward. She's totally still hung up on her ex…"

"Maybe by being her friend you can show her that you're worth it. Some things take time. Especially a girl getting over being in love."

"I love her so much, and I would treat her right. Why can't she see that?" Matt's fingers clench tightly. "I would do anything for her."

"Sometimes people can't see what's standing right in front of them. They are near sighted. It's like super blurry, but they can read a sign from half-way across the room."

He laughs. "You have a way with words, Halden."

"I try."

"I think if I show her how much I love her that she will change her mind. No one will love her the way I will. Not even her ex."

"Show her then."

Matt chuckles softly. "I wanted to show her all the beautiful photos I've taken of-"

"Halden."

Both of us jump. Derek is standing at the end of the table, distinct scowl on his chiseled jaw. His glare is directed at Matt.

"Derek." I stand from the table and fling myself into his side. "Thanks."

He gives me a brief hug, but his eyes are still narrowed at Matt.

"This is my friend Matt. Matt, this is Derek."

Matt holds out his hand. "Hey man! I've heard a lot about you."

The look Derek gives his hand is worse than disgust. I roll my eyes and force him to shake the outstretched hand by force.

"Matt is literally the only other friend I have in Beacon Hills besides Scott, my mom, and you. He taught me how to run this joint."

"It's been smooth sailing," Matt chuckles. "You're a natural."

"At cleaning tables?" I roll my eyes. "Well, thanks for keeping me company." I tug on Derek's arm. "Come on. We need to talk."

All my co-workers eye Derek and I with a mixture of awe and confusion as we start out of the restaurant. I wave goodbye to Lisa who is hovering in the entryway of her office with a raised brow. She gives me a thumbs up and a wink.

As soon as I strap myself into the passenger seat of the Camaro Derek rounds on me. "What happened?"

"Some creepy old dude named Gerard came in and threatened me and the baby today."

Derek's eyes widen. "Gerard?"

"Yeah. He came in alone, was eating some nasty grits thing, just gross. It looked like vomit, seriously. Why they have that on the menu? I will never know."

"Can we skip to the part where he threatened you?"

"Sorry. He was sitting alone, and I went over to his table to ask if he wanted me to remove his leftover grits and maybe refill his drink. He then started making odd comments bout me being pregnant, asked if I was pregnant with your baby, kinda made a hint about Scott in there somewhere, and then said the baby was going to be a monster and eat me on the full moon."

His nails click into claws. "That's not what happens when cubs are born. Most don't even achieve their full shift until puberty."

"That's nice to know."

"Anything else?"

"Said to watch my back. I never know what's going to be behind a corner."

"I'm going to kill him. Rip his throat out. With my teeth."

If Derek were any other being I might be terrified by his molten red eyes flashing vibrantly. Yet, I know him. I feel safe with him. Even as I know his threat towards this McCreeper Gerard Argent is in fact real.

Reaching over I pinch his cheek. "Awe, with those cute little bunny teeth?"

He snaps them at my fingers. "With these-" and his fangs grow along with the growl in his throat.

"Oh my, what big teeth you have…" I wink.

Derek stretches out his right hand to my lap, clawed nails sliding carefully along my jean clad thigh. His mouth twists into a smirk, sharp canines still flashing playfully. His voice is raspier and deeper than normal as he mutters with his Alpha voice, "All the better to eat you with, my dear."

I laugh tightly. "That shouldn't turn me on as much as it does."

"Hmm…" Derek hums as his fingers reach between my thighs, pads of his fingers running along the zipper of my stretchy elastic jeans. Ugh, I can't even pretend to feel sexy in these things. "Is Scott home?"

"I don't think so."

"Mom?"

"Not until later tonight."

And this is how Derek and I find ourselves stripping greedily against my closed bedroom door. His hands are quickly stripping off my clothes while my fingers continue to struggle on the zipper of his jeans. I don't have to wait long, Derek seems fine with doing all the work. He manages to get me nude, and is kicking off his jeans before I can blink.

His arms snake underneath my ass and he lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist. Gently he drops me down onto my bed, crawling over me slowly.

"May I come inside you?" He asks as he slips a blunt finger through my wet folds.

"Well, I'm already pregnant…" I giggle through my moan. "It's not like you can knock me up twice, right?"

Derek smirks, dips his head down between my spread thighs. I groan as the flat of his tongue licks my sensitive core.

I grip his hair and tug his hair up softly. "No seriously, that's not some werewolf thing, right?"

He rolls his eyes. "No, Halden. I can't get you pregnant if you're already pregnant."

"Thank Cas. Okay." I shove his head back down. "Back to work ya Big Bad Wolf."

Oh, and does he go to work.

My toes are curled and my back is arched off the bed. His right hand has three fingers pumping energetically into me, tongue lapping hungrily at my clit. The smooth palm of his left hand is pressed on the raised bump of my stomach, and I slide my hand over his. He curls our fingers together.

"You taste delicious," he tells me as he kisses my inner thigh, then begins to trail kisses up over my stomach. His tongue circles my overly sensitive nipples-and I cry out at the sensation.

His lips meet mine in a dance of tongue and little nips on my lower lip. I sigh happily as he hovers over my body, cock thrusting into me without hesitation.

Derek ducks his head down so that he can mouth at his favorite spot on my neck. He groans, "You're so beautiful."

For the first time in a long time I think I might be beautiful too. With Derek's arms wrapped around me, his cock deep inside, and our bodies working in synchronized passion.

My fingers dig into his back and his hips stutter. He pants heavily against my hairline, fingers grabbing at my thighs to draw them up his side to push in deeper.

These are the moments when everything feels right. Derek and I becoming one, creating something magical. Something unattainable. Something that no one has ever given me before.

I find my realse as Derek snakes a hand between us, thumb rubbing circles on my clit. As I clench around him, he moans and cums a few thrusts after. The hot rush of his cum filling me as oddly more pleasurable than I imagined.

Pulling out, he takes his cock in his hand and pumps it. Only a few more squirts release, but he doesn't bother hiding how much joy he gets with smearing his cum all over my chest. Strangely, it's starting to turn me on almost as much as it gets Derek off to be smothered in his scent.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and I snuggle contentedly into his chest. Everything can be left for later in these few moments of solitude where we are content. Because the second we get up from this bed, all our problems will emerge again tenfold.

SORRY for the long wait! Been really busy with work/school/life! Okay, and the timeline for Victoria turning into a werewolf gives me mixed feelings on the show. I know in Season 1 Scott started getting all wolfy pretty fast, but didn't TURN until the full moon. That's how I'm playing this with Victoria since she was bitten at the rave. So, I'm going with that she had a few days to go before the full moon for the night of Lydia's BDAY partayyy.

Thanks for the reviews you awesome peeps: RHatch89, countrykiwi (happy dance!), Lucy Greenhill, Samcasdean (your name tho YES), Emmetluver2010, Guest(S), BrittStar1199, and alrighthello!

sebstiankitten6: i really hope it ends up being weird in a good way how things go down in their new house vs the loft. plus, derek is extra paranoid over the baby so… idk!

megladon1616: the red head is victoria argent! i think you might have gotten that from this chapter with gerard, but i left it open in the previous chapter because i didn't want her name to be specific while she was being a creep lol

meangirl8: halden SHOULD have a weapon. maybe derek should get something from deaton? or maybe allison will be nice and give her something because she's worried for scott? or maybe derek can give her something to protect herself?

RenTenTen: YOU ASK SO MANY GREAT QUESTIONS! I have no idea how Allison will react towards Halden being pregnant and Gerard wanting her out of the picture. I can't see her wanting to even attack Halden, not finding it right. Even with the throwing the code out the window deal. OHHH! I have no idea. What do you think? I'm approaching that part in the story rather quickly!

NikkiReedfan: anything stiles would be great! haha! i can't believe you met Tyler Hoechlin. i want to touch his face. i also want to touch a lot of faces, and butts, so he shouldn't be too weirded out (even if he totally would be). awwwe and i feel you. i do NOT like being picked up, so i probably would have turned down the offer to be lifted as well. i woulda been like nahhh bro, short people dont like being lifted, haven't you hurrrd? and then i would have touched his face.

StarSmoak: Okay, I'm going to look up Pony right meow while writing my response. (after listening to son) I just realized I've heard this before, and you are totally right. I can see Derek stripping to this song.

Khalley Egen: THANK YOU SO MUCH. You are the sweetest :D I always felt like Derek is just a big cuddle bear. He deserves those rainbows and happiness, totally!

Saltysalsa: I always get so depressed when certain friends of mine don't watch my fandoms. I'm like DAMN you're missing out bro. Like their lives will CHANGEEEE. Ummm. WELL, I don't have many fandoms. At least I don't think so. Ummm I'll give you a list, so you already know Teen Wolf, Supernatural, and Mean girls. Then there is How I Met Your Mother, The Office, The Maze Runner (books/DOB's face/thefirstmoviebecausethesecondwasawful), The Hunger Games (both), Harry Potter (all), The Lux Series (books) and there are a LOT more books. I love books. AND I AGREE. I love dropping hints of other fandoms in the story to see who catches on, which since you love supernatural you should totally check out that Lux Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout. The author is obsessed with Supernatural and will randomlly drop really subtle references to the TV show.

Hunnybee: RIGHT? I've read some SUPER missed up stories on A03, and I was being shamed for writing a fic about an 18-year-old having drug induced sex with a werewolf, and they were calling Derek a PEDOPHILE. I was like, he's only 22 and she's 18. What? lol. They werent even mad about the drugs! haha. I'm sorry for the late update. It's def. been a lot of work/school/social events I had to attend! I'm glad that you find my sister fic unique! :DDDD

BTW deleted a bunch of anonymous comments on this story that were extremely negative. If you don't understand the concept of the story, stop reading? It's not like this story is getting published or anything. lol. Just throwing it out there. Seriously. If you can't handle the story why are you on chapter 29? Don't you have better things to do than waste your life reading a ff that you literally just complain about? Your life must be pretty boring...