Reposted this chapter after reading it over; so many mistakes. My excuse was that I was super tired. Ha.

Oh-em-gee. Last night's episode. I don't even know what to say! Crazy! Anyway, this is kinda a boring chapter, but oh well. Reviews would be lovely. :)

"S-stiles who was that – what was that?" The eerie silenced had returned and all Madeleine could hear now was the uneven breathing of her brother. Only moments ago it had sounded like a battle of epic proportions was happening just on the other side of the nurse's desk. But, just as quickly as it came everything returned to normal. Madeline took her chances, sensing that it was safe enough to whisper. She still couldn't see much as Stiles had her head squashed down towards the floor.

"That was...I think that was...Peter...Peter, the uncle of Derek..."

"Cut the bullshit Stiles, I know he was a werewolf." Stiles quickly unwrapped his arms, yanking his sister to a standing position.

"A what – did you just say?" he looked flabbergasted, impressed and nervous all at the same time. Did he really take her for that much of a fool? Madeleine glared at him, daring him to insult her intelligence one more time. He didn't get the chance though because the sibling's attention was drawn towards the room across the hallway, to someone or something that was making a sound similar to coughing up a lung.

"You stay here," Stiles ordered his sister. Of course Madeleine followed quickly behind. She sucked in the air as her eyes swept the room. Derek was sprawled across the floor looking completely tattered, his black jeans and grey shirt soaking up most of the blood. Madeleine felt the familiar urge to vomit, but she let out her breath and swallowed hard. There was no room in this situation for her to get sick. He looked so completely beat up that she instantly felt sorry for him. After all he had probably saved both her life and her brother's life.

"Is he alive?" Stiles jumped at the sound of my voice. Throwing me a quick glare in my direction he slowly shuffled towards Derek.

"I don't know." Stiles knelt down next to the tattered body of the younger Hale and gave him a poke to the ribs. Derek, suddenly and animatedly, came back to life, letting out a loud roar. This time Stiles basically jumped out of his own skin, flying backwards, almost knocking me off balance. Derek took a few deep breaths but he didn't seem to notice the two kids standing in the doorway.

"What do we do Derek? I don't know what to do. Derek? Should I call Scott?" Stiles was still shaking, his fingers unable to punch in the right digits. "I'm going to call Scott."

"Here." Madeleine grabbed the phone out of her brother's hand and dialed Scott's number. Not that she wasn't shaking, she was. Her entire body felt weak and jelly like. The feeling could only be matched as having gone through a week of chemo. What had just happened here? Maybe her brother should have been sharing his secrets. Shouldn't she be prepared for these types of things? Crazy, psychotic werewolf attacks. Shouldn't that be an advantage of being a werewolf's best friend's sister? Stuffing the phone back into her brother's hands, she shifted her gaze back to Derek. He was still off in his own world.

"Are you alright?" Madeleine asked, her fingers gently making contact with his shoulder. Derek whipped his head towards her; however he was completely human now, long gone was the pointed ears and hairy sideburns. "Cause you look pretty rough."

"Thanks," he grunted, his face scrunched up like he was deep in thought. Standing slowly Derek ripped his shirt over his head revealing that body that she may have had a day dream or two about in the last week. He was still looking tattered but as she looked on his injuries seemed to be healing, slowly but surely, then they disappeared all together.

"Whooaa," she couldn't help herself, it was totally amazing. His broken body had just healed itself. If only he could share a bit of that magic.

Madeleine brought her eyes up to meet his and could sense that he was now taking his turn to eye her up. Subconsciously Madeleine placed her hands in front of her chest. Stiles coughed behind her, bringing both her and Derek back to reality.

"I have to follow him. You two better get lost too, the police aren't going to be long. Actually," Derek cocked his head to one side, "they are already on their way."

"That's our cue." Stiles grabbed his sister's arm pulling her down the hallway and out of the hospital. His blue jeep was sitting in the parking lot looking just as pathetic as always. She jumped into the passenger seat and pulled her hair into a bun. Madeleine was done messing around.

"First of all-"

"Maddy, I don't think we should talk about this-"

"No this is exactly what we are going to talk about Stiles. First off, did you even get my text message? I had a doctor's appointment that you conveniently forgot about. Granted, you did manage to make it to hospital, but without me, the key to this equation." she paused, catching her breath. She could give him a minute to explain, but Madeleine took advantage of the moment and began to lay it all out. "Second, I am not stupid. I know about the whole werewolf thing. I know Scott was turned or transformed or whatever the night that they found that dead body in the forest. And the murders? That's all you seem to care about lately, and you seem to jump at every chance to question dad about them. I'm guessing you know something about them, maybe even a little more than dad? You can trust me Stiles. I'd rather be prepared so I can avoid situations like tonight. Okay? I know you worry about me but guess what? I worry about you too. I know you have a tendency to get yourself into messes. Like tonight; why you were there tonight and how does Peter factor into this story?"

Whew! Madeleine let out the breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding in.

But her speech seemed to be lost on Stiles as he didn't even look over towards her. His face was stony. Had anything she had just sad even registered?

"Stiles?"

Suddenly Madeleine felt herself fly forward. Thank god for whoever created seatbelts. Stiles had slammed on the breaks and in the same quick motion turned his whole body to face his sister.

"Fine! You wanna know? I'll tell you what I know. Which isn't a hell of a lot. You're right, Scott is a werewolf; one that goes out of his mind and tries to kill me every time that lovely frickin full moon comes out. So I've got to make sure he doesn't kill me, or anyone else. Which includes a long list of people, including Allison, who he can't seem to forget about for one single second even though we have much more pressing matters at hand. And the murders, they're all connected. At least we think they are and we also think it's the Alpha who's been ripping apart all those people. The Alpha is the one who bit Scott. Scott, Derek and the hunters are all looking for him. Which I guess is unnecessary as we have located him...That is where Peter factor's into this story."

Stiles answered Madeleine's questions while looking her in the eyes the entire time. He was telling the truth that much was clear. It was also pretty evident that he was a bit relieved to get it all off his chest.

"So Peter Hale, Derek's uncle, is the Alpha and has been the one killing all those people." Madeleine couldn't help but feel bad for Derek. She thought her family had issues.

"Exactly. But we still don't know why or how we can stop him."

"You said hunters, who are the hunters?"

"Oh you're going to love this. It's the Argents."

Madeleine couldn't keep her composure; this news was too much... Scott. Werewolf. Love. Allison. Family. Hunters. Kill. Werewolves. Scott... Stiles looked at her like she'd just grown a giant wart on the side of her nose.

"I don't know why you're laughing Madeleine. They want to kill Scott."

His statement sobered her up pretty quickly as the intensity of the situation sunk in. Her brother was right, it wasn't funny at all, it was seriously dangerous. And Stiles was smack dab in the middle of it all.

"Ohh Stiles. I can't even believe this – Its completely crazy."

Stiles looked at her for a second, appearing to be deep in thought.

"It would be weird, but you know it could be awesome to. What do ya think, could you handle being a werewolf." Stiles chuckled awkwardly, punching me in the arm.

"Uh maybe?"

"Never say never."

"I didn't? I said maybe Stiles, why do you care anyway." A sudden, dreadful thought dawned on Madeleine. "You're not thinking of like, becoming one are you Stiles?"

"No-no. Not me."