This chapter just shows what happened in Vegas before Derek and Lydia made it back home and how Damien brought Scott and Erica back from the dead, It may also include something that's been in the works for a while you'll just have to read and see.

Chapter 26

Lydia didn't know what was happening to him one second he was fine, fighting the homunculus with her and then this woman shows up defeating the homunculus without even a whisper of a spell. Then Mila introduces her as one of the most powerful witches on the planet, Medea, the Sun Witch, the one who controls the European Order, that definitely wasn't a good thing.

Derek was yelling out in pain, gripping his body as he began to lose control. He fell to the ground gripping his chest. That's when she figured it out, his was changing but not because he wanted to but because something had happened to the pack back home, something bad.

She was about to move towards him when she felt a strong grip on her arm holding her back. She turned to see that it was Mila, "No, I don't know why he's changing but I promise you, our situation is much worse than his at the moment", She nodded towards Medea. She wasn't paying attention to Derek at all in fact she passed him, without even a glance in his direction. She was walking towards them and her just doing that set Lydia off. The overwhelming power that was coming from this woman was incredible. Mila was right, Derek shouldn't be her focus right now, the women needed to be.

Derek continued to grow, claws began to rip out of his finger tips and he kept scratching and clawing at himself, even as black fur began to sprout out of his pours covering his body. His suit was ripped to shreds as his arms and legs began to elongate, muscles growing. His face began to change, as seconds went by, it became less human and more wolf like. His mouth and nose began to shift outward finally forming a long snout. Large fang started ripping through his gums soon after and when he look up his eyes were glowing red and Lydia didn't know if he knew what was friend or foe. He stood howling, and it was not like the roar from earlier that had free her from the glass prison that the alchemist had sprung on her, no this howl was full of sorrow and that had confirmed what she had thought before something bad had happened back home, and for a second she hoped with everything in her that it wasn't Jackson, he had been through enough to last a lifetime.

The fully shifted Derek, walked towards them growling and Lydia's mind was racing, trying to come up with spells that wouldn't hurt him but keep them protected. She was also largely aware of the witch that intentions she still didn't know. Just when she was about to shout a spell, a huge misshapen arm collided with Derek sending him flying. She looked over to see that the homunculus was not destroyed; it had just taken time to adopt a different form. A steel form again, and the huge homunculus followed Derek rolling form, ready to attack him.

"Now that the huge growling distraction is out of the way, can we get back to the real threat at hand?" a voice said.

Lydia turned to see Michal, coming out of the shadows. She rushed towards him and slapped him "That's for trying to kill us, earlier."

Michal didn't even look ashamed, he only wiped the small trickle of blood that came from his mouth, "Oh, I like you" he said, eyes shining grey. Mila rolled her eyes, "yes, now that that's over, can please address the very powerful, very dangerous witch standing before us."

Lydia heard a small chuckle and turned towards Medea. She pulled back a small golden curl that was in front of her face behind her ear, and when Lydia finally saw her, she could admit that she was very beautiful, her skin was a little tan but what brought the most attention to her face were her eyes, they were a shining gold. "Mila, after all this time you still know me, you're right I don't like to be kept waiting."

"What do you want?" Mila asked. Lydia could tell that she was tense, she was after all talking to a past employer, she could only guess how their relationship ended.

Medea softly smiled, "Well, I was interested in Michal, he does have some secrets in that head of his about the Tactician's homunculus army but when I saw you I just could stop myself, you know you were always my favorite, Mila."

Lydia glanced at Mila and saw the dark look that came across her face, "Yeah, I know" she whispered. Yeah she guess right their relationship did not end on a good note.

"And that Ladies is why I propose an Alliance for the time being, none of us are able to take her on alone." Michal said, standing next to Lydia.

Lydia rolled her eyes, she knew he was only with them to save his own ass but he was right, the power coming from her proved that he was right no of them had a chance if they took her own alone. "You're right, we won't be able to without your help, so that means no running off while we're fighting her."

Medea was smiling at Lydia's comment "Oh, little witch, you haven't noticed, he couldn't if he wanted to", suddenly the whole floor began to shine, glimmering gold. How she didn't notice that a spacial spell was casted, she didn't know but she was right.

"What did she do, Lydia?" Mila asked.

She sighed, "She casted a spacial spell on the whole floor, right now we're not even on Earth but in a different dimension, limited only to this floor."

"Oh good job, not many beginners would be able to know that, what's your name little witch" Medea asked.

"Lydia Martian" She said proudly. Medea only smiled, Lydia didn't know why she had taken such an interest in her and judging by the why Mila stepped in front of her that interest was not a good thing, not a good thing at all.

Medea sighed "I can see that you're not going to give Michal to me, so how about this I will only fight you using one type of spell."

"Deal" Mila yelled. Lydia didn't even have time to think about it, she didn't even get the chance.

"Trust me, this is best chance we're going to get if we have any chance of beating her" Mila whispered.

"She's right, I have seen her fight before, and truthfully even with her using one type of spell the chance that we might lose is high, but the chance that we might win is even higher" Michal whispered back.

Medea smiled and clapped her hands "Oh, this is going to be so fun, we have played in sometime Mila, I look forward to seeing what you've learned"

Mila smiled right back, but her's was tense "Yes, let me show you what I've learned." She grabbed Lydia's face and kissed her, she was surprised at first but then she felt it, this incredible energy following into her body, making her feel elated, high. Mila was giving her energy so that she could fight her, at full strength, hell past her full strength, with this energy she felt like she could cast a thousand spells at once.

Mila pulled away and her eyes glowing blue "I gave you some of the energy that I took from Damien, you're going to need it."

Medea didn't look so happy then "I see your still with that bastard that took you from me, I didn't know what that energy I felt emerging weeks ago was but now that I'm near it, it reeks of that bitch, Ishtar."

Lydia was quite able to process what Medea was saying she was still trying to get the energy in her body under control.

"What does Ishtar have to do with Damien?" Mila asked.

Medea smiled then as if knowing a secret that Mila didn't "Oh, it seems that you don't know lover quite as well as I do."

Michal scoffed then "Enough of the talking already let's fight" he stepped forward and kneeled on the ground, he laid his hand on the ground and it began glowing blue. As soon as he did spikez erupted from the ground racing towards Medea. She simply jumped over them landing on top of one.

Lydia knew it was her chance then, she raised her hand concentrating on the spell "flammamurus", she whispered.

The ground beneath the spike began to grow hotter and hotter, and soon began melting it. Medea looked down, but she didn't seem to be afraid what the spell might be, it was like she already knew what it was. The ground then erupted beneath her and spewed out magma covering her and the spike whole.

Lydia thought she had her then the magma began to form an orb around where Medea was. A hand came forward out the magma untouched by the intense heat. It slowly raised its palm and the magma came rushing at them.

Lydia felt herself being pulled away, just before the magma reached them, a large wall of concrete rose in front of them blocking the magma. Lydia at Michal, who was brushing off the dirt from his hands, he was the one who protected them.

The wall slowly began to melt from the magma but it still held, until the middle began to glow red hot. Lydia could see finger slowly emerging from the middle, the fingers pulled apart in a wide arch as if opening a door, ripping the wall apart. In the middle, stood Medea, untouched by Lydia's spell.

"I should have told you that I would be using fire spells" Medea said slyly.

"Of course you would, I had forgotten that you are his granddaughter." Mila said.

Lydia looked at her in confusion "who's granddaughter?"

Michal stepped up besides them "The sun god, Apollo of course, why else would she be called the sun witch."

Medea, gave them a dangerous smile "Yes, that's right, by birthright it allows me to control any type of flame, but that part of my heritage isn't what should worry you the most, dears."

Mila look even more worried at that "No, it's your mother, the Greek goddess of magic, Hecate"

Lydia was stunned at this information, if they were right then is was just like Damien a demi-god, but she was on a whole different scale and if her reading of Greek literature was right, then this woman was more than 800 years old and in touch with magic much more than she was.

"Your Medea, wife of the hero Jason" Lydia whispered.

At that Medea, eyes lit up with fire "Ex-wife, and I don't ever want to hear the despicable name again." She raised her hand high and a large ball of fire began to form. The heat in the room began to grow more and more.

Lydia was suddenly pulled away, she watched as Michal quickly went in the other direction. In the spot where they had once stood flames had covered it. Raging and some of them look as if they were alive, she could swear that she saw eyes in those flames.

The flames suddenly then came rushing at them, the faster Mila moved, dragging Lydia along with her, the more quickly the flames chased at their heels. "That was not the right thing to say, she positively hates her ex-husband" Mila said, struggling to run from the flames.

Lydia scoffed "How the hell was, I supposed to know that she would get mad at the mention of his name."

She then looked towards the flames that were still chasing them, quickly thinking of a spell "vento giostrus" she yelled. The spell didn't start right away but she knew it would work. The wind quickly picked up and behind them a small cyclone began to form clashing with the inferno, as the seconds went by the cyclone grew, drawing in the fire and extinguishing the flames.

Mila skidded to a stop, as the wind grew bigger and bigger, the cyclone didn't just consume the flames that were chasing them, it also consumed all the flames that were on the entire floor, even the ones that were chasing Michal.

The cyclone slowly died down, after extinguishing all the fire. Then Lydia heard a soft clapping, and looked over saw Medea, leaning against a pillar and smiling. "Well, well, it seems that the little witch has some tricks up her sleeve."

Lydia was about to reply but then felt a small gust of wind pass her, flipping her hair in front of her face. She turned to see that Mila was no longer next to her but next to Medea. Her fist swung colliding with the pillar, the resulting hit left a crack which soon spread, turning the pillar into rumble.

"I missed" Mila said looking around.

"Yes, but you are much faster than before" Lydia turned towards the voice she now knew to be Medea's. She was standing much farther away from where she was before.

Mila then suddenly smiled, "Michal now!" she yelled.

Michal stepped from behind a pillar and dropped to his hand on the ground, the ground beneath Medea began to turn as if it was no longer solid but liquid, she slowly began to sink. She tried pulling herself out but the more she struggled the quicker she sunk.

"I turned the concrete under your feet into quicksand now you can't go anywhere" Michal said.

Medea only smiled, her body started to be cloaked in flames. "Is this supposed to stop me …hmm, you're going to have try a little harder" the flames covering her body then began to grow larger.

Lydia quickly thought of a spell to take care of the flames "infriga forzare", she whispered. The flame covering Medea's body started to become smaller and smaller, the heat from the fire began to grow cold. Her body was suddenly no longer covered in fire but in ice, she was completely frozen. Lydia knew that a spell that suck all the air out of a given area, creating air would come in handy, she just never guessed how much of a help it was.

Mila cracked her knuckles and ran towards Medea, glee on her face, she pulled her fist back and Lydia could tell she was putting all of her strength into it. She then punched the frozen Medea, shattering her into a million pieces. The pieces fell into the quicksand and sinked into its deep depths.

Mila turned around and smiled at Lydia "We did it, she's dead."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth fire erupted from the quicksand and everyone was blown away. Lydia looked up to see that the fire was congregating into a huge ball, it slowly became smaller and soon formed the silhouette of a woman. The flames dispersed showing Medea completely unharmed.

"I must say that was a wonderful plan of attack, I might've been dead if this was 700 years earlier" She said tipping her head to the side.

Lydia blinked and Medea wasn't there she in front of her, anger and awe on her face, she slowly lifted her hand blue flames quickly covering it. "I must commend you on a battle well fought but I grow tired of these games, I want the alchemist."

Lydia knew what was coming then "riflettum", she yelled. As blue flames came crashed down upon, a orange colored shield covered her, protecting her from the flames. She knew that if she hadn't gained the energy from Mila, she would dead by now, even with the energy, she was barely holding the shield up.

Cracks began to form on the shield and she knew that she was about to die. She was gonna be killed by one of the most powerful witch on the planet, even after she survived the bite of an Alpha werewolf, revived Jackson and from becoming crazy. She didn't want to die thought not here, she still wanted a life, she wanted to be with Jackson go to college and have kids someday.

The shield broke and she quickly closed her eyes bracing against the pain that was about to come. She waited but it never did, instead she heard a roar and Medea screaming. She opened her eyes to see, not Medea but a fully-shifted Derek in front her, his black fur covered black was towards her but she could still see something hanging limply from his mouth. It was a human hand.

Lydia looked past and saw Medea, holding the place where her left arm, used to be and she looked positively pissed.

She towards Michal and he wasn't paying attention to them, he was looking at the pieces of what she presume was the homunculus's core. He silently raised a hand and the pieces began to reform back into an orb that was softly glowing azure. He put the orb in his jacket pocket and looked at the scene before him.

"I see that the dog is back" Medea said softly. Her hand began to glow and she smoke rose from the wound. Flames came forth from the stump and when they dispersed her arm was there.

Derek threw the arm from his mouth and ran towards Medea. She raised her hand and a flames shot towards Derek. He kept running towards them as if they weren't there and then before they reached him, he disappeared. Reappearing behind her, claws out ready to strike.

He slashed down, only hitting flames that replace Medea. He didn't even flinch at that burning flesh that was covering his hand. He turned to see Medea, flames covering her body wave an ocean of fire at him.

Derek hunched down, as if waiting for the right moment. When the flames came down, Lydia saw him and then one second later he wasn't there. He was clawing on the side of a pillar, back legs gathering the strength needed for his jump. He pushed off the pillar towards Medea and Lydia's eyes could barely follow him. Claw marks suddenly appear across Medea's chest and then she saw him appear again on another pillar, pushing of it and rushing towards Medea. Derek repeated the process, and as a result the Medea's body was slowly torn apart by the onslaught. Derek landed on another pillar, breathing so heavy; his long tongue was hanging from his snout.

He ready himself again for another assault and Lydia looked towards Medea, she wasn't bleeding like she should have been, there were flames instead of blood leaking out of her body and that's when Lydia understood exactly what was happening, why she wasn't bleeding. It was because it wasn't her real body, it was a projection of her made entirely out of flames and that's when she realized what she had to do. She sat up and readied her mind and gathered all the power she needed for the spell.

Derek jumped towards her ready to deliver the final blow, but he was stopped frozen in mid air by some force. He roared and tried to claw his way out of the invisible cage holding him.

"Enough", Medea murmured. Flames covered her body once again and she was back to normal, the damage done before was gone and even her dress was back to how it was before.

She turned towards Derek circling him. "Hmm I underestimated you, it was your first turn so I paid you no mind, but I didn't expect you to be as powerful as Deucalion, the leader of the Alpha Pack. Though as with all wolves I know you weakness very well."

She raised her hand and touched his snout. He suddenly started convulsing, electricity coursing through his body, he tried to resist but she forced my electricity through his system forcing him back into beta form. Even after that she would stop, soon enough he wasn't even shifted anymore. He was back to normal Derek, only this time he was screaming in pain.

When he was back to human form, she stopped and the spell holding him was released. He fell to the ground. Mila quickly ran towards him, catching him before he hit the ground.

She looked at him, his suit was all but gone, leaving on just some of pants left. He had passed out from the agony of the change and the pain of Medea's spell. She laid him on the ground.

She turned around to see Lydia, with her eyes closed, gathering energy and she knew that whatever spell she was concentrating on was the end game. She had to buy her more time for the spell.

She turned towards Medea. "Hey, Medea" She glanced her way and quickly smiled realizing who it was. "Yes, Mila dear?"

"Stop this, please, I'm sorry I left." She whispered.

Medea shook her head. "We both know that there are not many of you out there, such as rare breed you are, and when you joined me you were my best. All I asked you do was to kill the son of the Tactician but instead you ran away with him. You ran away from me."

Medea stepped closer to her, and caressed her cheek. "You can always come back, I having a ball soon and it would be good to see you there, I know how you like them."

Mila smiled and it wasn't because of Medea, it was because Lydia had open opened her eyes. They were flowing with the energy that she had given her earlier. She was ready for the end game.

Mila grabbed her hand tightly. "I would like that, maybe someday I will." She let go off her hand and stepped away. Medea looked at her in confusion and then turned to see Lydia.

"stregallum finitas", She yelled and a bright light filled the room, blinding Mila and Medea screamed in pain and when she stopped Medea was gone and the spacial spell gone with her.

Lydia let out a sigh of relief and walked towards Derek. He was slowly opening his eyes "Hey, are you okay?" she asked.

He quickly grasped her hand, "We need to get back home now!" and that's when Lydia realized that he was right something he went terribly wrong back home, that was the reason why he had shifted.

"Hey, you two leave, I'm going to catch Michal, I think when you banished Medea, he fled." Mila yelled.

Lydia nodded, they still need the alchemist, it was the whole reason they came. She gathered the little energy she had left and focusing on where the pack was. "traiceretstipant".

She felt the pull of the spell taking her from where they were and to the pack. She opened her eyes to find herself in Deaton's. She looked around and saw Jackson and happiness filled at the sight of him. He looked at her and his eyes lit up, she quickly let go of Derek and towards him, hugging him with everything she had.

"Lyds, your back" he whispered. Lydia nodded, hugging him tighter. "Yeah, I'm back" she murmured.

She pulled away from him and saw everyone else. Isaac and Allison were crying, Boyd was in the corner, clawing at his head. "What happened?"

Jackson looked away in shame and sorrow "Erica and Scott, they…" before he could finish, they heard a loud roar that she knew was Derek's. She ran towards the sound and was greeted with Scott and Erica lying on the examination tables. Erica's head had a large gash in it and Scott had black veins covering his body. Derek was standing between the tears running down his face, grasping onto the tables to keep himself upright.

This is what had happened, this was why he had turned because two of his pack mates were dead.

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Damien knew that when he took Erica's and Scott's bodies that they were going to be searching for him. He also knew that there was one person that could fix his mistake. That they could still be saved, that's why he had Rollins transport him the forest.

"Is there anything else I can do for you sir?" he asked.

"No, just leave" Damien murmured. Rollins nodded and disappeared in black smoke, leaving Damien and the bodies of his fallen comrades alone in the clearing.

Damien stood up looking around, "I need your help, something bad happened and it's my fault and you said…you said that you love this pack, so if you do you'll help me, please."

He waited for a few seconds, and when he turned around there she was as beautiful and majestic as when he first saw her. The spirit of the forest had come.

"I am here and I know what has happened" she looked down at Erica and Scott and Damien could see the sorrow in her eyes.

"Then you know how to save them right, whatever it is, whatever I have to do, I'll do it, just please bring them back."

The spirit shook her head as if to deny him. "You don't know what you ask, there is a high price for bring back the dead."

Damien was determined, he wasn't leaving this forest unless they were alive and well. "I don't care what the price is, just as long as their alive"

The spirit looked at him for a moment as if gauging if he was serious about what he was saying. "Ok but I must warn you I know not what the price will be I only initiate the transfer, a higher power will determine what will be taken, It maybe your life, your soul or something else, I don't know"

Damien didn't say anything only took in what she was saying.

"But I must also warn you if you live the consequences are dire."

"What do you mean?"

"If you live then the prophecy is sure to come to pass and you will only bring more pain to them than if they were alive."

Damien began to grow suspicious at that. He had never heard of any mention of a prophecy. "What prophecy?"

"I was foretold on the night of your birth, when the Prince of Night is stripped bare, his darkness will come to consume him, covering the world with the coming of everlasting night, his defeat lies in the hands of Moon's envoy and Forest's fang, for when they clash only one will be left standing determining if the world shall ever rise again." She whispered.

Damien didn't quite know how to process this information, if he lived then he was going to turn evil and plunge the world into some type of darkness. He didn't put much faith in prophecies, they tended to ruin lives and he believed that he could change his own destiny, and that it wouldn't be determined by some prophecy.

"I haven't changed my mind, I'm still going through with this, It doesn't matter if this prophecy is real or not because I'll decide my own actions and I can assure you that it, won't be taking over the world." Damien said.

She only nodded her head and closed her eyes concentrating, vines began to sprout from the ground covering Erica and Scott. He knew that there was no going back on this after it was done, it was done and nothing could change that. He did wish that he had more time, to see Stiles and Derek, to actually stop fighting for once and just be at peace, he wished for that one day but him getting it seemed like a pipedream now.

"Wait, if I die I want to know something?" Damien asked.

The spirit opened her eyes to look at him "Yes?"

"How is Stiles special, you just said that he was, you never said how?" Damien asked. He had wondered but he still couldn't figure it out, and it wasn't like he had too much to go on and he didn't sense anything from Stiles either.

"I'll give a hint because there is still a chance you might not die…you may find your answer if you look at his past, you'll find that he is more connected to the Hale Pack in more ways than one."

"But…" Damien tried to say. The spirit only shook her head silencing him "No, it's time and if you mean what you say about controlling your own destiny than let me give you some advice from a song I once heard, the road is long to carry on so try to have some fun in the mean time."

Damien chuckled, "I didn't know the forest listened to Lana Del Rey."

She softly smiled and shrugged "I've had many teenagers walk through my forest with the music loud, I can't help it if I hear them." As soon as she said it, vines pulled him down to the ground and covered his entire body, he could fell the energy draining from him, he didn't know if he was going to wake up or if he was actually going to die tonight but he knew he made the right choice.

XXX

Stiles was happy, absolutely blissfully happy. After he had kissed Damien and had a somewhat small makeout session, that totally didn't mess up his bed and allow him to see Damien's ass when the towel slipped and what a glorious ass it was, he would've been able to see move if Damien wasn't so focus on his virtue as much as Derek was. After Damien pulled away he had conveniently remembered that his room in the house was bare and that was because they had move nothing into his house, which was what they told his Dad they would be doing. But with everything that had happened, it was no wonder how they forgot.

When they had gotten to Damien house's and started to take some of the stuff from his room. Stiles noticed an obscene lack of anything personal, the room was bare, with only a dresser and a bed, no posters of Batman, no books, even of the supernatural variety, not even an alarm clock. That's when Stiles decided that they needed to go shopping, because a teenager with just a bare room was diffidently going to set off some alarms in his Dad's head when he looked at Damien's room.

That's how they ended up at the mall. "Okay, since you have like absolutely nothing in your room, we have to get some stuff." Stiles said.

"Why, shouldn't my clothes be enough?" Damien replied.

Stiles scoffed "Dude, for all intents and purposes you're a normal teenage boy and normal teenager boys have rooms filled pop culture stuff, and if my Dad see your room totally bare then he going to Spanish Inquisition you and trust me, you don't want that."

Damien chuckled and Stiles couldn't help but smile at that. Things had changed between them and for right now that was good because Damien still hadn't thought about him and Derek, being in a relationship, which would've caused him to back out and that was not happening. Stiles was determined to have both him and Derek, he just didn't know how at the moment, so shopping was a good distraction for him right now.

"Okay, so what do normal teenage boys have in their rooms' then smarty?" Damien asked grinning.

Stiles rolled his eyes "Well for starters, you room need to have something that deals with pop culture in some kind of way." He grabbed his hand and pulled him into a store that he knew was going to be perfect for what they needed.

"Umm…Stiles, why are we going into Hot Topic?" Damien asked.

Stiles didn't answer just pulled him past the wall of graphic tees and unique belt buckles. He finally stopped when they got to the posters, he flipped through them until he found what he wanted. He pulled it out and opened it to show it to Damien, who stood flabbergasted at what he was looking at.

The poster was Batman, sitting on a ledge while raining looking menacing and in the corner a label that said, 'Arkham Asylum'.

"Uh…are you sure we're shopping for me and not you?" he asked.

Stiles rolled his eyes "Damien, my supernatural black ops soldier, no teenagers room is a teenager's room without a Batman poster hanging on the wall." He passed Damien pulling him along to the check out aisle.

Damien just chuckled and pulled out his card to pay for it, all the while looking at what was available on the counter, he noticed an action figure of a character on a show that he had seen a few times. He quickly picked it up and handed it to the cashier.

"Umm…dude is that what I think it is?" Stiles asked.

Damien looked him in the eye unashamed of what he had picked up "Yes, it is an action figure of a humanoid gameboy and just so you know the character is…"

"Bee-mo from Adventure Time, right?" Stiles said smiling.

"Uh…yeah, how did you?" Damien asked confused.

"I watch TV like a lot, how could I not watch one of the best cartoon shows on Cartoon Network in like ever…I mean the show is practically for teenagers, with all the innuendoes and everything, so I don't why it is on a channel made mostly for kids, ages 12 and lower but thank the gods that it is." Stiles ranted.

Damien just laughed, and grabbed Stiles face, kissing him. Stiles groaned and held on to his shoulders to keep his balance. They soon pulled away, both of them out of breath. "You…Stiles Stilinski never cease to amaze."

Stiles just blushed looking away from him, "Well, I try my best."

They heard someone clear his throat and looked towards the cashier "Okay, that was like super-hot and while you two make like the cutest couple, I do have people in line after you." she said, blushing herself.

"Oh yeah right, sorry" Stiles quickly gathered the bag and the card and Damien's hands taking them out of the store.

For the rest of the day they laughed about the incident. While they were they got Damien some more stuff, a new Apple desktop computer, some more posters of Star Wars and Doctor Who, a beanie bag chair and some speakers. When they made it home and finally got Damien's room set-up, they were beat. Both of them were lounging on the couch downstairs lazily watching episode 1 of Star Wars.

The door bell rang and Stiles got up to get it, when he opened the door, he was surprised to see who it was.

"Hi…uh Derek?" Stiles said, flabbergasted. Derek only raised an eyebrow in reply and walked into the house. Damien quickly got off the couch, looking away in shame. He didn't think about Derek, he didn't think at all he was just too wrapped up in Stiles and his new try to be Stiles and his new try to be happy while you can attitude, that Stiles relationship with Derek didn't even occur to him.

"Hey…Derek" Damien said shyly, not to mention that last words that they had with each other wasn't on the best of term. Derek had all but told him to go to hell and he couldn't blame the guy, he did get two of his pack mates killed after all.

Stiles rolled his eyes "Look Derek…we need to talk." He didn't know what he was going to say, hell he didn't even know in what direction the conversation was going be going in after he talked to him.

Damien cleared his throat and nodded, "Yeah you two needed to talk…alone and I need to call Mila since she didn't come back with you guys." He quickly went up stairs to his room, before anyone could say anything. Derek looked after him worriedly, like he wanted to say something but didn't know how, instead he turned to towards Stiles.

"Look about what happen last night?" Derek started to say.

Stiles shook his head, "No I know what you're going to say…just don't okay let me talk first."

Derek nodded "Okay"

Stiles took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say "Look, last night a lot of stuff happened, a lot of stuff that was horrible and bad and last night I know, I know that what you said was just because of what happened to Erica and Scott. I mean you're the Alpha and what you said last night made a lot of sense and I could see how you could blame yourself for their deaths. So what you said yeah it hurt but it wasn't you talking it was the pain, so you don't have to apologize."

After Stiles got done talk Derek looked to be in deep thought, frowning "Stiles…last night, when I felt Erica's death, I was so overcome with rage and pain that I shifted for the first time."

"You what?" Stiles said, animatedly. "Like, full on Alpha shifted?"

Derek nodded "Yeah, and that whole time all I wanted to do was to get home, to protect my pack and when I got back and saw that it wasn't just Erica, it was Scott too. It made me feel like I had failed them that I wasn't the Alpha that they needed me to be, even after everything that had happened…it just reminded me of how I failed my family too", he looked away in shame.

Stiles didn't say anything for a moment, he didn't think about how the loss of his pack mates would be a reminder of how his family died. He walked towards him, slowly grabbing his hand and pulling his face towards him. "Derek, the death of your family wasn't your fault and you went to Las Vegas because you knew that the only way to protect us, your pack better was to get to the alchemist…you knew that this was our best chance of taking out her homunculus army, so that your pack could be safe. You did what you thought was best for the pack, what happened while you were gone was out of your hands and it wasn't your fault."

Derek closed his eyes and gripped Stiles's hand tightly, he chuckled after a while "Stiles Stilinski…what would I do without you."

Stiles just smiled, happy that he had gotten through to him "I don't know…but I know you won't ever have to find out." Derek smiled back at him and grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him. It was a slow, tongue rolling kind of kiss, Derek was showing all the emotions, all of his feelings for Stiles in that one kiss.

They broke apart, and Stiles was beaming "Okay, now that that was said, you need to talk to Damien, because he thinks you hate him and I can't…no I won't let the two people I love most not like each other and I kissed him and were kind of in a relationship"

Derek was floored, not only did he make Damien think that he hated him and given what he said last night how could he not, Stiles also wanted to be in a relationship and for some reason, some very unknown reason. He wasn't mad in fact he was okay about, he liked Damien, hell he more than liked Damien he had feelings for the man. He didn't know when or how he just knew he did and with Stiles wanting to be with him, it made Derek want to be with him too. He just really hoped Damien felt the same why.

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Damien waited as the phone rang. He was actually happy that he could get away, he really didn't want to see the disappointment and hate on Derek's face that he saw last night, he didn't think that he would be able to take it.

The ringing ended and Mila picked up "Hello?"

"Mila, are you alright, what happened?" Damien quickly asked.

Mila sighed "Well, long story short, while getting the Alchemist, Medea showed up and through a long and heartfelt battle Lydia pulled through, banished her ass and went back home, she said there was some trouble there, is everything alright?"

Damien had to process the information, he didn't know that Medea was going to show. It made him feel even worse than he did before. He was suppose to be leading the pack into a world they knew nothing about, trying to keep them safe and take on all of the possible enemies and he was doing a terrible job.

"Yeah, Yeah, everything's fine…What the hell was Medea doing there?" he asked.

He could practically feel her shrug through the phone "Who knows, she says wanted Michal, who I have by the way but we both know that she is a mystery. In the middle of battle she even invited me to a ball."

Damien nodded, she was right, from what he had heard Medea was an enigma within an enigma, her actions we always a mystery. "Yeah, I know"

"Damien, I'm going to have to be honest with you…this isn't "

"Working, yeah I know" he replied.

"I think you're going to have to start getting into the thick of it, start thinking like a politician and less like a solider, if Medea is showing up this early then its only a matter of time before the other Order Heads make their appearances." She said.

Damien agreed with her, he didn't have a whole army and while he did have some resources, it was much compared to what the Order had. If he wanted to get serious, if he wanted to keep everyone safe, then he was going to have to start thinking 5 steps ahead and stop being two steps back.

"Your right and I know just where to start, tell Medea that you're going and you're using your plus one."

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Right after Derek and Stiles had their conversation, they went into the kitchen and waited for Damien to come down. A few minutes later, Damien walked in, playing with the First Wolf's Fang around his neck and avoiding all eye contact with Derek.

Derek sighed "Damien…could you look at me at least?"

Damien at him shyly "Yeah…I'm wanted to say that I'm sorry, you left your pack in my care and…and I royally fucked up but I promise that from now on I'll stay out of your way, I try to make myself as little as possible and I just…you don't even have to forgive me, I just don't want you to hate me." He could feel his eyes water at what he was saying because he truly meant every word.

Derek didn't say anything just walked to towards Damien and hugged him, tightly. Damien hugged him back with each thing he had. "I couldn't hate you anymore than I could hate Stiles, what I said last night, I said because I was in pain and afraid and I'm sorry that I made you feel like that, I promise that it never will again."

Derek slightly pulled away from him, and looking Damien in his azure eyes. "I promise, I'll make it up to you" he murmured, then he kissed, biting his lip, making Damien groan in pleasure and clutching on to him for dear life. Damien kissed him back with everything he had, he couldn't even believe what was happening he wished that this moment wouldn't ended but it did and it one of the worst possible way.

They heard the clicking of a gun, and separated turning around to find Sheriff Stilinski pointing the pistol, right at Derek.

"Get the hell away from my boy?" he growled.

"Umm…Dad, I'm over here" Stiles said, pointing to himself "and this totally isn't what it looks like"

The Sheriff rolled his eyes "Not you, Damien"

Everyone's eyes went to Damien, who looked just as confused as Stiles "Uhhh…wha?"

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I know it's been too long but finals and college is finally over so I was able to finally do this chapter, and comment I want to hear you thoughts.

Next chapter, the Sheriff finally meets Derek and not in the way he expected and the kids all got back to school.