FYI: This chapter is definitely got mature scenes and themes in it.

As always, Teen Wolf is not mine.

"You were standing in the wake of devastation

And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown

And with the cataclysm raining down

Insides crying "Save me now"

You were there, impossibly alone"

-Linkin Park

"Losing your life is not the worst thing that can happen. The worst thing is to lose your reason for living."

― Jo Nesbø

The feeling of being watched forced him to open his eyes. Sleepy dark blue eyes met his and he could see a hint of a smile on her lips. "Mornin'" she said.

"Morning."

"Not to use you and kick you out, but…" she smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. "I think you should probably skedaddle before Snow regains consciousness or she will be intolerable."

He started to get up, but stopped as he sat on the edge of the bed. He turned back and looked at her. "We're going to have to talk about what you told me."

"Yeah," she said her eyes losing their twinkle. "Later?"

"Later."

He walked out of the room and down the stairs as quietly as he could. In the living room, he found Snow wrapped around Isaac's chest with her ear over his heart and one of Isaac's hands threaded through her hair where his arm wrapped around her. He shook his head. Poor kid fought the battles, but didn't even realize he'd already lost the war.

Derek woke Isaac with a gentle shake of his shoulder. "Unless you're ready for that," he whispered, waving a hand at Snow, "you need to go before she wakes up."

Isaac blushed, nodded, and untangled himself from Snow's limbs. Grabbing a couple of pillows from the other end of the couch, he moved her to lie on them in his place. Snow curled around them, but never woke up.

"Did you stay the night with Frost?" Isaac asked when they were on their way back to Derek's loft. Derek ignored him. "Ok, I'll just ask about it later." Derek turned and glared at him. "Or never. Yeah, I'm good with never."

"Hey," Allison said catching up to Scott, Stiles, and Isaac in the hall between classes. "Is Snow okay? She wasn't in class this morning."

"I texted her," Stiles said. "She said it would be a little strange if she came in with a cast today and not one on Monday. Easier to just be absent and let it heal. Also, something about staying in her pajamas all day and watching her 'guilty pleasure.'"

"Guilty pleasure?" Scott asked.

"I asked, but she never replied."

"It's Snow. Do we really want to know?" Isaac asked an odd expression on his face.

The group shook their heads in tandem. "Stiles, will you text me her address? I might go over and hang out with her after school," Allison asked.

"Sure."

The tardy bell rang and Allison headed off to her French class. The rest of the day passed by without any events of note. After the dismissal bell rang at the end of the day, Allison ran to catch up with Lydia.

"I'm going to go over and hang out with Snow tonight. Are you going to come?" Allison asked.

"No, I have my date with Aiden tonight."

"Where's he taking you?"

"He wouldn't say. He said that he wanted to surprise me," Lydia said. "Honestly, not sure what he could surprise me with in Beacon Hills. We're not exactly a cultural mecca. Besides I just want to have fun." She said the last with a sultry grin.

Allison smiled at her friend. Leave it to Lydia to move on from Jackson by seducing poor unsuspecting males.

After stopping by the apartment, she headed out with the address Stiles texted her. It was dark by the time she pulled into the long gravel drive of the house. There were no lights on outside as she made her way to the front door. When she got there, she rang the doorbell. A bang and a peal of laughter preceded a voice yelling, "Shit…I'm coming!"

The door opened and revealed Frost in a pair of pajama shorts and tank top. "Allison? Were we expecting you?" Her expression seemed confused as she rubbed at her leg.

"No, I just figured that Snow might like the company."

"Oh," Frost said, "She's in the living room. Would you like some popcorn? We are indulging in a family tradition."

Allison walked into the living room. "Sure I'd love some popcorn." Looking at Snow on the couch with her broken leg propped up on the ottoman, she asked, "What's your family tradition?"

"Zombie movie marathon!" Snow smiled at the other girl and pointed to the TV, which was paused on a particularly gruesome scene.

"Eww." Allison made a face as she sat down beside Snow.

"I know its weird, but we love them," Frost said as she came back with a bowl. "Besides I can only take so many comments about how hot the guys on the Vampire Diaries are, before I commit a heinous act of violence against my sister."

"Guilty pleasure?" Allison asked.

"Yeah," Snow said a blush creeping across her cheeks.

"Me, too," Allison said with a grin.

"OH MY GOD! We are meant to be best friends." Snow clapped her hands together and gave Allison a megawatt smile. "Who were you rooting for Damon or Stefan? And how excited are you about Klaus getting a spin off? Except now there won't be as much Klaroline."

"Umm…."

Frost laughed as she dumped some popcorn from a large bowl into the one she brought from the kitchen. "Snow, chill out. I think you're scaring her." Allison took the bowl and settled on the couch. "You okay for zombie movie marathon? We can watch something else."

"No, this is fine. What movie is it?"

"Dead Alive," Snow said as she grabbed the remote and pressed play. "Very gruesome." She gave Allison an evil grin before turning back to the movie.

Peter stood with Derek looking over a map of Beacon Hills. "So who exactly is Frost?" he asked. Derek glared at him over the map. "As your uncle, I merely want to make sure that you choose a partner wisely. We all know how it ended last time."

Turning back to the map, "I sent Isaac to check the old business district. You take the north industrial district and I'll take the south."

"Honestly, Derek, at some point your going to have tell me about this girl," Peter commented as they headed to the elevator. "And I couldn't help smelling the distinct aroma of magic when I found the two of you last night. Perhaps I should just ask the girl myself."

Derek grabbed the older man by the collar and slammed him up against the wall of the elevator as it descended. His eyes glowed red and a growl rolled out. "Stay away from Frost."

Peter nodded as he held his hands up in surrender. "As you wish." Derek released him as the elevator stopped.

"Call if you find anything," he said as he walked out and headed south.

Allison and Lydia sat in Lydia's car on Saturday afternoon as the waited for Snow to come out of the house. "So things went well with Aiden last night?"

"I suppose you could say that." Lydia said with a frown. "He barely touched me the whole night. Does he think I'm a nun?"

Snow opened the door and hopped into the back seat. "Nun?" Her white hair was twisted into a messy bun. She had on a pair of skinny black jeans with a striped boyfriend tee and her black steel toed boots.

"Apparently, Aiden has unnatural amounts of self-control," Allison supplied as Lydia turned the car around.

"You mean that you and he didn't?" Snow asked Lydia.

"No."

"Lesbihonest, I don't think I could resist you if you set your sights on me. In fact I might be feeling a little attracted to you right now. What about you, Allison?" Snow said with a grin as she leaned in-between the front seats.

"Definitely."

Allison laughed and Lydia smiled in the rearview mirror. "I knew there was a reason I let you be my friend."

"Besides my sparkling personality?" Snow grinned back. Her grin faded. "So not to make this trip about me, but I think I need your help Lydia."

"With Isaac?" the strawberry blond asked looking over at Allison who turned to face Snow.

"Yeah, cause this might be a shock to everyone as I have a tendency to be outrageous and all, but I've never been with a guy before."

Allison mouth rounded. "You mean?"

"Our pure little Snow. We're going to have to take care of that."

Snow blushed, "Yeah. Frost and I aren't exactly considered the most available or attractive girls in the supernatural world. The Tuatha Dé Dannan tend to be ethereally beautiful. Sort of how Frost looked when she froze the barghest, only all the time. It's hard to compete with that." She frowned and then seemed to shake it off. "Anyway, I don't know how long we'll stay with the barghest on ice and Frost working to undo the magic. So I figure I need to up my game if I want to stake my claim or whatever."

Lydia grinned, "You need to be Lydia-fied. And since I know you have a killer body under your punk goth alternative girl style, I don't think it will be too hard to break that boy's resolve. What is it you always tell him? Resistance is futile."

"I almost feel sorry for Isaac," Allison said with a laugh as they plotted how to make Snow irresistible.

"So this is where you live?" Frost asked Derek as they stepped off the elevator into Derek's loft. "The décor is very…lacking?" He just gave her a blank look. There was a table, chairs, a couch, and a bed. It was clean. What did she expect?

Isaac came down the spiral staircase. "Hey," he said as he looked around for a head of white hair. "No Snow?"

"She went shopping with Lydia and Allison." Frost said with a smile.

"No more broken leg?" he asked as he came across the loft.

"Good as new. So she'll be back to chasing you." Frost laughed as the young wolf's cheeks reddened.

He started to say something else to Frost when he noticed Derek's glare behind her and heard the subsonic growl. "So..umm..yeah, I've got to go…search for Erica and Boyd. See you later." Isaac beat a hasty retreat to the elevator they just vacated.

When the door closed, Frost turned around and put her hands on her hips as she leveled a narrow-eyed look at Derek. "You. Are. An. Ass."

"No, I'm the alpha."

"Oh, my apologies, you are the alpha ass. Sort of the king of asses," Frost said as she the temperature dropped a little. "And just because I don't have werewolf hearing, doesn't mean I can't feel the energy from that growl of yours as it moved through the air. He didn't have to leave."

"You avoided me all day yesterday. So, yes, he did."

"I wouldn't say avoid," she made air quotes around the word. "You knew exactly where to find me. More I was unavailable for talking." She moved her gaze away from him and wandered farther into the loft.

"We are having this conversation, Frost."

"I'd rather not," she said softly. She took a step back when he suddenly stood in front of her. One hand wrapped on her wrist holding her in place while his other hand curled under her chin forcing her to look at him. Something told him if he let her run from this, she would keep running from him forever.

"I know, but it's later. And I need to know all of it," he sucked in a ragged breath. "You tried to kill yourself?" he said a tortured expression on his face.

She tried to move her face, but he wouldn't let her. So she closed her eyes, "When I realized what Jack had been doing to me with the fairy dust, and how we'd been having sex. I felt…violated…and, screw you, Derek Hale, I don't want to do this." She jerked herself backwards, but he refused to release her.

"Tell me," he said softly. If he knew her at all, he knew she bottled things up the way he did. Only thing was she pushed everything down deep inside, locked it up and threw away the key. Well, he was going to be her key.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I thought those things happened to me because I deserved them. That I was worthless and dirty, that no one could want me after I let myself be ...and I thought you left because you saw me that way too. I wanted to die so I didn't have to feel that way. Alone. Unclean. Weak." He released her chin and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head as she spoke. Her words became even and emotionless as she told him how she planned her suicide. "I know that iron is fatal to most of the branches of Fae and hell even humans can get iron poisoning,.so I bought iron supplements and took them until my veins started to burn and I vomited blood. Iron absorbs our magic but as it does it heats up. I was literally burning from the inside. However, since I have the ability to absorb energy myself," she leaned back to look at him. "that's how I freeze things."

"I remember that." She laid her head back on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Yeah, well, I reabsorbed the energy from the iron which saved my life as I cooled it back down. Apparently, the human instinct to survive outstrips the conscious desire to die." She took a deep breath before continuing and he felt the tears wet his shirt. "Snow found me screaming myself hoarse on the floor, blood streaming from my eyes, nose, and ears, periodically convulsing and vomiting blood. She was 13, panicking, and devastated. So she called Anand. That's when our mother sent her to the school for 'freaks and fiends.' I tried again a few other times and ways, but my mother refused to let me die. I never thought the woman cared about us before, but..." She shook her head slightly as though confused. "Then, Snow got kicked out of school last year and she showed up in my room one night, told me I was selfish and stupid and that she needed me to be alive because she didn't know how to deal with everything alone. That I was the only person she knew loved her. How could I abandon her too. She cried, Derek. My baby sister, who has never once cried over how our mother abandons her, wept. And I decided if I couldn't live for myself, I'd live for her. I shoved back all the despair and worthless and self-guilt. It was a lie that I was better, but I was going to live that lie until it became the truth. And then you called…" She trailed off and he could hear the erratic beat of her heart.

"Then I called…" Derek parroted back to her when the silence drew out.

"And I thought that maybe what my mother and Snow told me was true. That it wasn't my fault, that maybe I had things twisted up in head. That I couldn't let Jack steal my future along with everything else he took from me. For the first time in four years, I had hope that maybe..." She trailed off unable to voice it for fear she was wrong.

"Maybe there was hope for us?" He said a hitch in his voice. She stepped back enough to look him in the face and into his green eyes almost as if she were searching his soul for something.

He wasn't sure who moved first, but their lips crashed together almost desperately. Even in this, Frost refused to back down from him. Her tongue tangled in his as her hands slid under his shirt. His own hands slid up her sides until he could brush his thumbs across her nipples. She unleashed a moan into his mouth and they broke apart for air.

A bit of reason slipped into his brain. She just opened herself up to him. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of her after everything that Jack did. "Are you sure?" he whispered as he pulled back his expression open and vulnerable.

"For the love of…I've fantasized about this for four years, no, from the first moment I met you. So stop trying to fuck this up, you stupid werewolf." She lightly punched him in the chest. He grinned feeling his old confidence asserting itself. Her expression softened as she gazed up him with raw bleeding wounds in her eyes. "I need this. Something beautiful and pleasant to erase all the memories of him. I need you." He swept her up and into his arms bridal style, crossing to his bed in a few steps.

He lowered her down to the ground beside the bed as he growled out, "That's a lot of pressure, but I'm sure I'm up to the task." She rolled her eyes at him, opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her with another explosive kiss.

Her hand cupped the back of his neck as she returned the kiss. His hands pulled at the edges of her shirt until she broke apart from his lips to help him pull it over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck to the juncture of her shoulder. When he sucked it into mouth he felt her knees buckle as she groaned. "Derek." He held her up with one arm as he worked her bra free with the other.

He moved back to take her in. "God, Frost…you are the most beautiful woman I have every seen." Her black hair tumbled around her shoulders and contrasted with the paleness of her skin. Dark blue eyes burned with desire for him. His free hand slid up to cup one of her breast. Perfect handful. Her own hands were on his abs and pushing up his shirt. He released her to grab it and pull it over his head. His breath left him when he felt her mouth on his abs and chest as her hands worked his pants loose. His whole body shuddered as she followed the path of his pants down his legs with her mouth stopping to help him step out of his pants.

"Commando," she smiled up at him from his feet like a freaking siren. Her hands slid up the sides of his leg as she stood back up. "I'll have to keep that in mind." Who the fuck was seducing who? He could no longer tell.

"I think you wear too many clothes," he ground out as he didn't bother to unbutton her pants just yanked until the fabric ripped. He felt out of control, but more in control than he had in his entire life. She helped him push her pants and underwear down. She pulled him to her for a kiss as he backed her on the bed. Everywhere their skin touched fire set up in his blood. She moved farther onto the bed and he released her.

He crawled up her body as she watched him a matching desperate passion in her own eyes. He slowed as he came to the apex of her thighs and leaned down pressing his mouth and then his tongue in between the folds there. She cried out as she tunneled her fingers into his short hair. Wetness met his tongue and nearly drove him over the edge. He released her as her breathing become shorter denying her release. She moaned in disappointment until his hand replaced his mouth as he finished his journey to up to her breasts. He briefly kissed and suckled each of her mounds as he flicked her clitoris with his fingers. She writhed under him moaning his name brokenly. Her hands found his cock and one fisted around it while the other slid around his back digging into the hard muscles as she rode the finger her pumped inside of her. A low growl of pleasure vibrated out of him. His.

He wished this time could be slow and gentle, but something in him had been denied too long and he needed to claim her, brand her with himself to ensure there was no doubt about who she belonged to. His lips found hers as he replaced his fingers with his cock at her entrance. "Inside," she ordered pulling her lips from his when he hesitated trying to reign in the out of control feeling. At her words, he felt the dam break and he plunged himself into her with a roar. He pulled out and thrust again feeling her hips rise to meet him as her hands damn near clawed the skin off his back. The feeling of her walls clamping around him as she climaxed with his name on her lips drove him over the edge.

"You're mine," he growled into her ear as his seed shot inside her.

They lay their panting in the aftermath neither one of them speaking. He lifted his head and the look on her face calmed and soothed the ragged edges of his soul. "From the first moment, we met," she whispered. He rolled his weight off her and pulled her back to his chest breathing in their scents mixed together. He smiled at peace for the first time since his family died in the fire.

Monday morning rolled around and Snow pulled out her new Lydia-fied outfit. They still retained the essence of Snow's own personal style or so Lydia said, but they were definitely different too. Lydia said, "Innocent with a hint of bad girl."

Coming down the stairs, she stopped as she heard Frost singing to herself in the kitchen. Her sister had been curiously absent for most of Saturday night and all of Sunday sending her a text saying that she was helping Derek search for Erica and Boyd. And now the woman was singing at the crack of bloody dawn.

"Searching for Erica and Boyd, my ass!" Snow said as she listened to the lyrics resounding through the house.

"I feel a sin comin' on, I feel a right that's about to go wrong, I've got a shiver down to the bone, I feel a sin comin' on." Pi

Snow came around the stairs and into the kitchen. "Who are you? And what did you do with my sister, pod person?" Frost squeaked and pulled the headphones out of her ears as she turned around. A blush spread across her cheeks. Snow's face broke out into the grin she'd been trying to suppress. "YES!" She bounced excitedly and dangerously on her high-heeled boots. "You and Derek?" Frost nodded unable to hide the matching grin on her face. "It took you two long enough!" She threw her arms around her sister. Frost was back, really back. The alpha werewolf was so getting a doggy biscuit.

Her thoughts materialized in a smile that stayed on her face as she entered school having convinced Frost to let her have the rental car for the day. In fact, the excitement and joy consumed her to the point she was oblivious to the effect she had as she headed towards Allison and Lydia's locker.

"Oh my God, is that Snow?" Stiles said jaw dropped as he grabbed his books out of his locker next to Isaac's. Isaac turned to see what caused the expression on the boy's face. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her.

A long loose side braid that she'd added lavender highlights to gave her an innocent quality. Her dress was an off the shoulder and white lace that fitted snugly until her waist where if flared out to three lace layers stopping just short of each other at mid thigh. She flashed a hint of pale skin of her upper thighs as it moved in time to the sway of her hips. Black leather high-heeled boots incased the remainder of legs from just above the knee. A dreamy, happy smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her eyes seemed somewhere else. A blond senior girl down the hall slapped her boyfriend as he stared at Snow passing him by.

The smell of lust drifted into his nostrils from several guys and a growl rolled out of him. "Woah, dude, chill out. You can't do that here," Stiles whispered to him frantically pulling at his arm. He yanked himself loose when he heard some guy say to his friend, "Now that's an ass I'd like to tap."

Scott's hand on his chest was the only thing that kept him from launching himself down the hall. "Isaac!" He pulled his eyes away from Snow staring into Scott's golden wolf eyes. Shaking his head, he struggled to calm down his heart rate. He'd nearly lost it in the middle of the hallway.

"What was that about?" Scott asked Stiles. The boy pointed down the hall to where Snow stood talking to Allison and Lydia. Scott turned and met Allison's eyes. She smiled and waved before turning back to the girls.

"I guess resistance is futile for more than one of you," Stiles said with a nervous laugh as Scott let go of Isaac's chest.

"Shut up, Stiles." Isaac said as he slammed his locker door and headed away from the girl who was screwing with his head.

"It won't be long until I find out about Derek and the fairy dust," Stiles clapped his hands together an evil smile on his face.

"What?" Scott asked watching the other werewolf stalk off.

Lydia turned from watching Isaac, Scott, and Stiles as Snow joined them a satisfied smile on her lips. "Mission accomplished," she said smugly to the two girls.

Snow seemed to come out of some fog and looked at her strangely. "What?"

"Isaac almost wolfed out," Lydia said. Allison glanced over to where Scott stood muscle tense in front of the other werewolf. He turned and their eyes met. She smiled at him and waved awkwardly before turning back to the conversation.

"Oh," Snow said at first and then her eyes lit up with realization. "Really?"

"How did you miss that?" Lydia asked shaking her head at the white haired girl. "In fact, I think you may have caused every male in the hallway to readjust himself."

Snow frowned at that. "Umm…gross." Allison rolled her eyes at the strawberry blond.

"So what has you so distracted from Plan Seduce Isaac?" Allison asked.

Snow's smile lit up her face. "Oh, just Derek and Frost."

Allison frowned at Derek's name. Snow picked up on the tension. "You don't like Derek very much."

"He bit my mother and she took her own life to not become a werewolf."

Snow's eyes softened as she put a hand on her friends arm. "I'm sorry." She didn't understand why Allison's mom would do something like that or why Derek had given someone the bite who didn't want it, but she understood grief and pain. "We don't have to talk about him." The warning bell rang and the girls headed to their first period with Finstock.

A/N: Sorry about the delay, but this was a bit hard to write. This is my longest chapter yet to make up for it. Please, please review.