Yeah sleep kicked in yesterday and I fell asleep while typing hope you can forgive me. And on another note I was thinking about adding an OC but I won't if you read's don't want to see one. They won't be slashed with anyone and are only going to be used to make the storyline more mine and funny. Please let me know if I should or not.

Okay so I know a lot of the scenes here are similar with only a few changes but I like them and most of the changes I make to the scenes help the storyline and explains how some of their powers work. I want to stay on the real timeline but there are definitely some things I'm cutting out, so if I start jumping around and you get confused let me know. Hope you like this chapter as much as you liked the others and then some!

Scott waited till his mom left to get on his dinosaur of a computer to video chat with Stiles.

"Well what did you figure out?"

He asked as Stiles tired face came onto the screen. Stiles had spent most of Sunday night, and had still been buried in books after lacrosse practice.

"It doesn't look good for you man. Aside from me finding out that you won't suffer from blow backs Laura doesn't, or maybe your dad, don't say anything about control. Besides the whole blood pumping facts we already know."

Scott sighed in defeat. He was hoping Stiles would find something but it turns out not even he could find a way around any of this.

"And Jackson?"

"Dude you separated his shoulder."

"Ouch."

Scott replied.

"Yeah so now the team is pretty much just counting on you for this game."

Stiles said sadly.

"Did you learn anything about the Argents in those journals?"

Scott asked as he changed the subject. Stiles shook his head.

"Nothing more than what he already know. Just that their hunters of the supernatural and that we don't know what they're here hunting."

"What do you mean?"

Scott asked confused. Stiles rolled his eyes.

"We know they were in town before the body was found so are they here for Werewolves or us?"

Scott nearly fell back in his chair.

"Holy crap I didn't think of that!"

He whined. Stiles was starting to realize Scott did a lot of that since he became a Werewolf. He wondered if it was a Wolf thing.

"Yeah and what does it mean if they are here for us?"

"But how would they even find out about our powers?"

Stiles stopped the reply that started to form on his lips as he got this look on his face like he saw something, he started to type instead of saying anything out loud.

It looks like…

The connection was poor and the computer froze as it tried to load the message. Scott stared intently at the screen.

Someone is behind you

Scott read the words out loud as they appeared on the screen and then looked to the picture of himself on there. He made it larger and saw what Stiles was talking about. Before he could do anything his shoulders were grabbed from behind and he was pulled from his chair. It all happened so fast Scott didn't have to react at all. All he could do was panic as he was thrown face first into his own wall.

"What-"

Was all he got out before he felt the press of the person behind him lean in closer.

"I knew there was something off about you two from the second I smelt you."

The intruder hissed into his ear. Scott was on the verge of pissing himself when he recognized the voice.

"Derek?"

He stuttered out. There was a deep growl from the man behind him and Scott started to panic just a little more.

"It's the same smell as that man."

Derek turned Scott around and slammed him into the wall harder causing Scott to hit his head on the wall and crack the drywall.

"I should have seen the resemblance, the scent, the way you look. Your Nathan McCall's son."

Scott was so shocked he forgot to be scared. His mom hadn't even so much as uttered his name since he left them when he was five, and now someone who wasn't Stiles was bringing him up. The shock made Scott's brain go into overdrive and he did the first thing that came to mind.

He called for Stiles.

"Oh holy-"

Stiles stopped what he was saying as he saw Scott pinned against the wall by Derek freaking Hale.

"Stiles!"

Scott cried out as he spotted him. Derek turned his head to see the other teen in the room looking freaked out, and kind of pissed off.

"Scott what did I tell you about going all Star Trek on me?"

Stiles scolded.

"Um help!"

Scott yelled, both of them not really paying attention to Derek who couldn't believe he had to be stuck with the two most stupid teens in all of Beacon Hills.

"That's enough."

He said sternly. Both teens instantly stopped arguing and Derek released Scott.

"Now explain."

They looked at each other and then Stiles spoke.

"We have no idea what you're talking about."

Derek curled his lip in irritation. This teen was always on high alert so his heart was constantly beating erratically making it impossible to tell if he was lying or not.

"Don't mess with me."

Scott slide across the wall away from where Derek was standing glaring at Stiles who was laughing nervously while stalling for Scott. Once Scott was standing next to Stiles Derek realized what they were doing and growled in frustration.

"That's enough!"

He nearly barked at them causing both teens to flinch.

"I want answers and you can either tell me willingly o I'll beat them out of you two. And one of you doesn't heal as fast as the other."

He glared pointedly at Stiles who looked around as if someone else was there who Derek was talking about. That was when Derek decided restraint was for those who had time. He let his eyes bleed electric blue and watched as both teens got closer to breaking down.

"Now which is it going to be?"

Scott was the first to crack. Like Derek thought he would.

"Okay! Yes my dad's name is Nathan McCall, and yes he knows your sister but what does that have to do with us?"

He had started out talking really fast, his words almost one really long one and then as he talked it turned into a whine. Stiles hit his face with the palm of his hand.

"Nice going Scott."

He sated sarcastically. Scott hung his head and refused to look at either of them.

"Everything. It means you, both of you are witches."

He said the word with so much venom Stiles could only nod his head.

"But you've been bitten."

Derek looked at Scott who nodded his head.

"I saw you on the field today Scott."

The teen's head shot up so fast Stiles could practically feel the whiplash from it.

"You were there?"

Derek nodded.

"You were changing right there on the field. And then everyone would know about you, and then it wouldn't be just a dead body in the woods. It would be a werewolf attack, and with hunters already here it would be all of our heads."

Stiles jumped up at that.

"Wait! Why me?"

He asked suddenly realizing Derek was including him on the chopping block if they were revealed.

"Because genius you were out there Friday night too. Don't think they're going to forget there were three of us in the woods."

Derek could see the fear wearing the two teens down and hoped his next threat would be all it took to keep all of them alive.

"If I see you playing in that game Friday Scott you wont have to worry about the hunters."

He saw the little spark of hope light the teens face.

"Because I'm going to kill you myself."

Derek exited out the way he came, which was the window obviously. Stiles couldn't help to wonder if that was a Werewolf thing since Scott had started doing it as well. He shook the train of thought off as he watched Scott.

"So what are you going to do?"

He asked and Scott ran his hands through his hair then proceeded to tug on his hair.

"Ahh I don't know!"

He cried out. Stiles patted him on the shoulder.

"I hate to tell you man but I think you might have to pull out of lacrosse. If Derek Hale, and the hunters are out for our asses there's no way we can handle it. I mean I'll do anything to help but seriously it's just lacrosse."

Scott sighed and sat down on his bed.

"Just when I thought things were going so well too."

The teen was a cross between angry and severely depressed. He didn't know what to do. So he looked up to see Stiles staring down at him.

"You're right it's just lacrosse."

There was no way he was letting Derek Hale kill either of them. And if that meant not playing lacrosse, not matter how much he wanted to, than he wouldn't.

Stiles was so relieved to hear Scott agree to quite lacrosse he nearly jumped for joy. He knew playing was a bad idea, he had always known. Scott being turned into a werewolf night make him immune to backfires but he wasn't immune to bullets' and arrows. Not to mention being torn in half by a crazy killer werewolf.

"Hey I need to be back at my place in like twenty minutes cause my dad goes on break and he might freak to find me gone. Especially since I told him I was staying home today."

Scott gave a weak laugh.

"Oh yeah. Sorry about bringing you here. It was just Derek said my dad's name and I freak and the first thing I thought was that I needed back up. And you know you're the only person who could totally take on a werewolf."

Stiles snorted.

"Yeah cause I'm Batman."

He stated confidently. Scott laughed for real this time.

"There is no way in hell I am being Robin."

"Awe but Scott I need a Robin to be Batman."

Stiles whined.

"No dude. I'll be anyone but Robin."

Stiles got this grin that told Scott he just said the worst thing possible.

"You could always be one of those Dobermans Batman has as guard dogs."

Scott threw a pillow at Stiles who ducked but ended up getting grazed by the flying pillow.

"Stiles hold still so I can send you home."

Scott ordered. Stiles was laughing so hard there was no way he was going to be able to stay still. Scott gave up waiting and teleported Stiles back to his own room. He fell back onto his head and let out a sigh. The kind you have when you feel like the world it ending and you don't have a life boat or even those little arm floaty things. So all you can do is wait for the end to come and be drowned by the on coming sea.

Derek stayed near Scott's place until his mom got home from work just before dawn. He wanted to make sure the hunters weren't looking into Scott being a werewolf. Once Scott's mom got there Derek went over to check on Stiles. The teen's own father had recently gotten home so Derek didn't have much to worry about. The good thing about witches was there was no way to prove if someone was one without them using any magic.

Derek had to wonder what he did to end up looking after to two most stubborn, idiotic, and horribly reckless teens in all of Beacon Hills. Maybe he was a bad person in a past life. He deemed the two teens safe until another night and headed back to his burnt out house. It was always better if he fell asleep because he was exhausted, it meant the dreams stayed away. That the smell of the house didn't burn in his nose as strongly, it meant a few hours of actual sleep.

He would deal with the hybrid, witch, and hunters after at least four hours of sleep, until then he was leaving them to defend themselves. Derek just hoped the teens were still alive when he woke up.