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Stiles

I followed Derek into the train car he'd motioned me into, ignoring the sneers I got from the others. Man, having to share Derek with a bunch of needy werewolves really did suck. But in those blissful moments we got a little hush and some alone time – let's just say it was worth it.
"I need you to be careful Stiles," Derek told me, "And I don't just mean stay out of the way. I mean – just, be safe, okay?" by the urgency in Derek's voice, I could tell he was worried about me and it really bugged me that I couldn't do more to help. I'd asked about the possibility of getting "the bite" off Derek before but every single time I'd tried to have a rational conversation with him, he'd shut me down. I was starting to think "rational" didn't exist in werewolf-ness language.
"I'll be fine," I replied, looking him directly in the eye. I saw something pass over his face. Was it a brief flicker of fear? I could never be sure with Derek. He hardly ever let the mask slip around his betas. That was probably for their benefit. "Anyway," I said, eager to change the subject, "What do you think of Princess la Loba, over there?" I gestured vaguely in the direction of the new girl, slumped on the couch. Isaac was next to her, looking very uncomfortable as he stiffly peeled back her hoodie and t-shirt to reveal the wound, listening to whatever the hell Scott was telling him. I could have laughed. Isaac acted like a ladies man half the time but the closest he ever got to female contact was a kick in the nuts from Erica on occasion.
"I don't trust her." Derek said immediately.
I rolled my eyes, "You don't trust anyone."
"Do you?" Derek asked quietly.
"Do I what?" was he doubting whether I trusted him or not?
"Believe her?" he pressed, "Trust her?"
"Look, Scott trusts his instincts," I began, "He says she's telling the truth-"
Derek's face darkened, "I didn't ask, Scott." He said softly. He took my hand beneath his. It wasn't like me smooth one that had been used to running it's fingers over a keyboard or playing on a controller. His were the hands of a fight. A killer, even. He had used these very hands to rip the life out of his uncle but, to be honest, the douche had deserved it. The weight of his fingers on mine was almost crushing. "I asked you. Do you think she's telling us the truth?"
"Honestly?" I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts but finding I didn't need to. I knew exactly what to say. "I think she is. I've seen grief, Derek. I see it every day. In the mirror, on Isaac, on you. And on her. I think she did come here because she's running from something – but I don't think it's any threat we have to worry about. This is her battle."
Derek cocked his head and smiled at me. "You're too trusting, Stiles," Derek chastised, "You need to learn to stop being so caring."
"Then you'd have no one to love," I reminded him. He smiled half-heartedly. "I'm going to go check on her." I shifted my gaze toward the couch Claire was passed out on.
"Stiles," Derek said softly as I turned to go, "One other thing."
"What, I thought-" before I could finish, Derek crashed his lips into mine and almost pinned me against the wall with the force of his jaw. "Mmhmp." I let out happily, soaking in the ecstasy of the moment. It wasn't like some of the other kisses I'd had off him recently. This one was full of lust and passion rather than something more emotional. There was something so desperate about the way Derek touched me sometimes, as if he thought I would fade right through his fingers. He didn't want to lose me and neither did I, not after I'd just got him. He bit down on my lower lip, asking for entry but I denied, pulling away with what was probably a huge smirk on my face. I waggled a finger in front of his face, "No – no way, Alpha boy. You're gunna have to work harder than that." I grinned at him once before disappearing.

Isaac

"Deaton says we have to wash the wolfsbane out," Scott told me finally once he'd hung up. "You hold her and I'll fetch some water."
"Dude, I'm not holding her," I protested, "I met her like a couple of hours ago. I'm sure you've heard of this thing. Oh, what's it called? Oh, yeah. Personal space!"
"Yeah, well, she's in a life threatening situation," he replied, "The same rules don't apply."
I gave him a final exasperated look. "Please," he added. I hoped my bitchface was good as I glared at him and pulled the lithe girl into my lap. For someone so skinny, she was heavy and surprisingly tall. So tall, her head rested against my shoulder. "You so owe me for this." I said. Her hair scraped my chin and I resisted the urge to show her off me. She smelt good, though. Like strawberries and cream and most of all the forest. It was all over her, the sharp smell of moss and leaves covering every spare inch. It smelt familiar. Good.
I could also smell her werewolf side. A sharp stab of some pheromone undetectable to humans. I can't really describe what it smells like but sometimes it could really be inconvenient like in an awkward-boner-when-your-two-best-friends are kissing way. I expected Boyd to kill me the last time that happened but I think he understood it was kind of involuntary.
"Oh, come on." Scott said with an eye roll as he returned with a jug of water. "A hot girl is sitting in your lap. The hardship."
"Shut up." I retorted, "Under normal circumstances I'd be turned on. But she's kind of bleeding into my crouch."
Scott laughed. Then he peeled back her shirt to reveal the septic wound. Her hoodie way on the couch where we'd left it. Scott cringed at the gash. "Nasty," he said as he poured water onto a cloth and wiped away the blood and part of the wolfsbane. The wound was still smoking, but luckily it hadn't been a bullet so getting all of the herb out wasn't too big a problem. It was beginning to come free on the cloth and Scott hissed through his teeth as part of it touched his skin. It was totally deadly to werewolves in it's natural form (it was when you got it in your system did the chaos begin) but it could still hurt like a bitch.
Claire began to stir once we'd got most of it off and she was really confused. "What the hell…?" her eyes lulling shut again. She swatted Scott, "Quit touching me!" Scott didn't seem fazed. He handed her the cloth and she rubbed at the wound herself. I was playing a game now, seeing how long it would take her to realize she was still sitting in a stranger's lap.
"Boo." I whispered in her ear and she cursed, untangling her limbs from my legs and looking stunned. She pointed an accusing finger at me. "I hate you!"
"Feeling's mutual." I replied. I stared down at the wet patch on my jeans. "Well, that's embarrassing. Looks like someone got a little excited." I grinned at her and she launched herself at me, tearing at my throat. Scott pulled her back and she winced.
"Still wounded, remember?" Scott prompted, "Killing Isaac can wait until later," he gave me an exasperated look, "I'll even help."
I flipped him off and leaned against the one of the steel supports. "Wow," I snorted, "I thought there'd be a thank you for getting you this far. All things considered." Okay, so that was a low blow and I mentally kicked myself for being a douche. She turned to me and there was such a look of venom in her face it made me think two things. She either wanted to screw me, or to kill me and not necessarily in that order. Or who knows, maybe I was misinterpreting girl speak. It wasn't exactly a skill of mine to understand the female of our species.
"Go fuck yourself." She spat and followed Scott. Scott gave me one of those signature I-told-you-so looks he was so good at pulling off and continued walking.

Claire

"Derek?" I knocked on the door to the wreck of the old train car very delicately after Scott and the other kid Stiles ushered me into the room before leaving. I didn't want them to go, mainly because Derek unnerved me and Stiles and the others seemed good at calming them down.
"What?" the voice came back at me. It sounded hoarse and agitated. Well, this was going to be a bundle of fun, wasn't it?
"It's me," I added, "Claire."
A beat. For a moment, I thought he was going to turn me away. "Come in." he said quietly. If I hadn't had excellent hearing I might not have heard him otherwise.
I came in very slowly. I was about to open my mouth to speak when I was silenced. "Listen, Claire. I don't like this….situation…you've put me in. It makes life very difficult for me when I already have something much more important to worry about," the way Derek was speaking, so calm and collected, might have fooled your average teen age girl. But I could hear his voice dripping with menace and my heart rate accelerated. "So, I'm going to give you two choices. You can become a part of this pack, and abide by my laws as Alpha. If you don't…there are always ways I can make you disappear." My heart lurched into my throat. "You and your mother. I can make it look like an accident. I've seen it done before." The fact that he hadn't actually done it before did nothing to reassure me. He wanted me to join his stupid little cult and he was threatening my mom. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip out his throat and watch the life drain from his eyes. Then I would be the Alpha and for the first time in my life I'd have the power. I'd wouldn't have to run anymore. I could settle down and start my own pack and be a badass. And that's exactly what I was going to do when I got the opportunity. I'd kill Derek, Isaac and then anyone else who got in the way. I'd show them all that this omega wasn't a toothless puppy but a ruthless predator.
I smiled sweetly, "Of course I'll become part of your pack," I hoped he couldn't sense the deceit in my voice as I added, "My Alpha."