IMPORTANT! Ok, so I am going away for two weeks and will not be able to write at all on this trip. This chapter is such an important chapter that I had to post before I left. I hope you like it and I'll update in 2 weeks. Thank you for reading, favorites, and reviewing. You all are the best. Please don't stop, continue to review and read thank you again.

As Emma made her way to school her face was locked in an angry glance. Thinking of her brother only made her blood boil. She pulled into her spot and walked to her locker. "Emma?"

"What?" she barked slamming her door as Allison jumped. "I'm so sorry," she said quickly as Allison nodded bitting her lip. "No, really, I am so sorry," she begged as Allison smiled.

"Is everything ok?" Allison asked as Emma sighed.

"No, not really, my brother, I could kill him sometimes, he is the biggest ass in the world."

"He's got a cute one too," Lydia chimed in as she joined the conversation.

"Not now Lydia," Emma sighed.

"What did he do…if you don't mind me asking," Allison spoke up as Emma sighed.

"He destroyed this poem my father hand wrote saying I needed to forget everything I loved."

"Harsh," Lydia sighed as Emma nodded. "I'd say he's really on your shit list." Emma nodded again as the bell rang. "I'll see you guys later," she smiled as Lydia waved goodbye. Allison and Emma walked to their first class.

"Hey, listen," Allison sighed looking at her feet as the two girls walked down the hall. "I don't want to make you choose sides, so if you want to sit with Scott today at lunch I won't hold it against."

"Well I feel special now that I have your blessing," Emma smiled with sarcasm as Allison nudged her. "I'm glad to hear that actually," she responded as they took their seats in English.

As the lunch bell rang Emma felt her phone vibrate in her jean pocket. Closing her locker door she looked at her phone. Beautiful! Powerful! Dangerous! Cold! The text read from an unknown number. The words struck fear into Emma's heart but suddenly as the second bell rang she pulled away from the text and made her way to the cafeteria. She found Stiles and Scott whispering to each other and sat down next to Stiles. "What…are you doing?" Scott asked completely caught off guard.

"Lydia and Allison may hate you, but your still my friends," she smiled as Stiles side hugged her. "Ok, Stiles, you can let me go," she winced as he laughed and obeyed. "So what are you two talking about?"

"Well for one that strange text that Allison got," Scott answered as Emma sat up straight and looked at him.

"Strange text?" she asked looking at her phone.

"Yeah, the one that was sent from Scott and told Allison to come to the school, none of us sent it," Stiles spoke up catching the glance Emma made at her phone.

"Yeah, I remember," she said monotoned. "Scott, are you ok?" she asked as she looked at Scott who looked completely nervous.

"He's talking to me," he said soft.

"Who?" Emma asked looking around as Stiles grabbed her arm and turned her foreword.

"Jackson knows," Stiles mumbled as Emma looked at him funny.

"How did Jackson find out?" she blurted as Stiles looked at her to shut up.

"I don't know," Scott answered trying to ignore Jackson. "Talk to me, say something," Scott begged as Emma and Stiles looked at each other, no topic coming to mind.

"I've got nothing," Emma sighed.

"Me too."

"That's a first," Scott growled as he continued listening to Jackson.

"He's just trying to piss you off stay…" Scott broke his lunch tray in half causing the entire cafeteria to grow silent staring at their table, "calm," Emma whispered as she looked around the room staring at everyone who stared at her. She made eye contact with Jackson who made a satisfied glare at her table. "Why am I friends with him?" she asked as Stiles laughed.

"I've been wondering that for the past five years," he said aloud as she glared at him.

"I'd be quiet if I were you," she pointed at him.

"Wait, your good with tracing numbers come to my house after school and we'll take a look at it," Stiles smiled at Emma as she slowly shook her head.

"Tracing numbers is one thing, tracing a text a little harder."

"How much harder can it be, Em?" Stiles asked as the bell rang leaving her no time to refuse.

Emma pulled up to Stiles house in her Mercedes thinking what she was about to do was going to get her into more trouble then needed. Before Emma could get out of the car her phone rang, Lydia's name coming onto the screen. "Hello?" Emma answered.

"He's an ass," Lydia growled on the other end.

"Damn straight he is…wait who are we talking about?" Emma asked as Stiles walked over to her driver's door knocking on the glass. She held her finger up telling him to wait.

"Jackson, he wants his house key back."

"Ouch," Emma said before realizing she shouldn't of. "Lydia, you don't need him, he needs you," she quickly said covering up her slip up.

"He does, doesn't he?" she said slyly, Emma could picture her friend flipping her strawberry blonde hair.

"He does," Emma said slowly. "I say give him the stupid key and move on to someone better, I mean he's the CO-captain of the lacrosse team after all," Emma said slowly emphasizing the word co-captain. "Hey, I've got this really important essay to write, I'll see you at the game tonight?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it at all," Lydia said before hanging up. Emma climbed out and stared at Stiles who looked at her like a deer in head lights.

"What?" she asked as he shook his head.

"Nothing, let's just get down to work," he smiled as Emma followed him into the house. Emma followed Stiles to his room and stood behind him as he unlocked his macbook.

"Yo Stiles," his dad called as Emma and he turned to greet his dad.

"Yeah, Da-Derek," Stiles said aloud as Emma face palmed herself. Derek pointed to the door looking angry as Stiles ran to his door closing it almost completely.

"What did you say?" his dad asked sounding confused.

"What, I said yo, dad," he huffed a laugh as Emma covered her mouth. Derek placed a finger to his lips as she tried not to laugh.

"Hi, Mr. Stilinski," she spoke up peaking her head through the crack.

"Hello, Emma," he nodded. "Um…Listen I…um…I've got something to take care of, but I'm going to be there tonight. You're first game," he said sounding almost awkward.

"My first game, gosh great, gooood," Stiles said even awkwarder.

"I'm very happy for you…and I'm really proud of you."

"Me too, I'm happy and proud for myself." Emma walked away from the door trying not to laugh.

"So they're really going to let you play?"

"Yeah, first line," Stiles said.

"I'm very proud."

"Me too….again," Stiles said awkwardly before his dad hugged him.

"See you there."

"Yeah," Stiles said before closing the door.

"Wow," Emma laughed her lips curling trying not to smile.

"If you say one word," Derek said hushed pinning Stiles to the door.

"What am I gonna say? Dad, Derek Hale is in my room, quick grab your gun," Stiles said calmly shrugging as Emma sat on the bed. "Yeah, that's right," Stiles said cockily as Derek tugged at Stiles' jacket and Stiles reciprocated. As Stiles walked foreword Derek jerked foreword scaring Stiles a little.

"So did Scott find the necklace?" Derek asked looking at Emma who just shrugged.

"No, but I thought we could get somewhere else," Stiles said pointing at Emma. "The night we were in the school Allison got a text from Scott that he didn't send," Stiles smirked at Emma who shook her head.

"I'm not doing anything illegal," she blurted as Derek looked at her funny.

"Just trace it," Stiles sighed as Emma walked over to the computer and stared at the green flashing line on black background. After typing in four codes and receiving 'error' each time Derek sighed in annoyance. "Ok, I know who to call," Stiles added walking out of the room leaving Derek and Emma alone. She nodded at Derek and walked to the chair on the other side and opened her book. A good couple of minutes later Stiles walked back in with Danny behind him.

"Hey Emma," Danny said slightly confused as she smiled and waved before returning to her book.

"Ok, so I'm going to need you to trace a text," Stiles said quickly sitting in front of his computer.

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked sounding shocked and insulted. "You called me to do lab homework, cause that's what lab partners do," Danny continued ranting as Emma covered lowered her book.

"I know, and we can do that after you trace the text," Stiles smiled waving his hands in front of the computer. Danny said something inaudible to Emma and she leaned foreword.

"Alright," Stiles mumbled, "I looked at your arrest report."

"I was thirteen," Danny groaned, "and besides they dropped the charges. No we're doing lab work," he added sitting next to Stiles who looked agitated. Emma sighed and back in the chair faking her return her book. Now they had no one to get the info and she was getting nervous. "Who's he again?" Danny asked shyly staring at Derek.

"My cousin…Miguel," Stiles said slowly as Derek looked up angrily.

"Why does he have blood on his shirt?"

"He has horrible nose bleeds," Stiles answered, "hey Miguel, I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts." Derek angrily stood up taking his shirt off. Emma slowly looked up from her book her face red and herself completely unaware.

"So that text," Stiles said nonchalantly as Danny stared at Derek.

"Stiles, these, no fit," Derek said agitated tugging at a small shirt.

"Then try something else on," Stiles said annoyed. "Heeeyy, that one looks pretty good, what do you think Danny?" Stiles nudged Danny.

"Huh, oh it's not really his color," Danny said awkwardly as Emma stared at Derek her face getting redder. Her cold body made her numb to any warmth, except toward any emotion linked to Derek.

"Stiles," Derek yelled as everyone in the room looked at him.

"I'm going to isp, phone number, and the time the text was sent," Danny said quickly turning around clicking away on the computer as Stiles did a victory dance. Emma smiled a little as Derek put his shirt back on. A few minutes had passed when Danny leaned back. "And there," he said confidently as everyone gathered around the computer.

"Impossible," Emma gasped aloud as everyone looked at the name in red, Scott's mom's name.

Emma followed Stiles' jeep in her mercedes as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. Her phone rang and she answered through the bluetooth. "Hello?"

"Where are you?" Lydia whined as Emma looked at Stiles next to her who was on his phone.

"I'm almost there, I just got to do something first," she said slowly as she watched Derek pull Stiles arm to yell something in the phone.

"Well don't miss the game."

"I won't I won't. Just maybe a little less than half," she said shrugging before hanging up. She got out of her car and made her way to Stiles.

"No, you…"

"I am not staying here, and you are not going in there alone," she barked as Stiles raised his hands in defense. She followed behind Stiles into the hospital an uneasy feeling falling upon her.

"Where is everyone," she whispered as Stiles shrugged. "This is like Silent Hill or something just as creepy," she continued as Stiles shushed her. "What am I scaring you?" Stiles phone rang and Emma screamed.

"Hello?" Stiles sighed looking at Emma who looked away embarrassed. "No, no one is here," he answered the person on the other end. Emma assumed it was Derek. Stiles pointed to the sign showing Emma where to go. Emma knew exactly what he was saying and walked down the hall to the burn victims unit. As they came to Peter's room Emma paused and looked at Stiles confused.

"No one's here," she said puzzled as Stiles repeated what Emma said.

"Get out of there, right now, it's him, he's the alpha, get out!" Emma could hear Derek screaming through the phone. Peter came around the corner and looked at Stiles and Emma.

"Oh my God, we are going to die," Stiles mumbled as he and Emma took a few steps back.

"Hello Stiles, and Emma," Peter said clearly looking at each teen backing them up. They stopped when Peter's nurse came from behind them. Suddenly before Peter could attack Derek arrived slamming his shoulder into the nurse knocking her out. "Aw, Derek, that was my nurse," Peter said with a pouting face. Stiles ran grabbing Emma's hand as they ran under a table. Emma watched as Derek punched Peter a few times in the face before Peter struck back throwing Derek across the hall slamming him into a wall. Emma leaned foreword to help but Stiles pulled her back.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked angrily as she looked at Derek nervously. "Why do you care, he doesn't care about you like that," Stiles sighed as she looked at him hurt.

"Even if he didn't we should still help," Emma growled slapping Stiles hand away. Emma jumped up and climbed onto Peter's back slamming his head. Peter rolled his eyes as he put all his weight onto her by pinning her to the wall. She gasped for air as it fled her body and she collapsed to the floor.

"Really?" Peter smirked down at her raising a claw. Before he struck Derek came back kicking his uncle back away from her. She watched as Peter picked Derek up and through him through a glass wall. Derek crawled weakly down the hall into the next room and Derek followed like a predator playing with its prey.

"Stiles, go, get Scott, do something," she whispered as he looked at her shocked.

"What about you?"

"I'm not leaving without Derek, go!" she barked in a hushed tone as Stiles nervously nodded and ran out of the hospital. When she was left alone she grabbed an IV stand and walked into the room where Derek and Peter entered. Derek looked at Emma he looked beaten and broken. He slowly shook his head as Emma raised the bar above her head and slammed it onto Peter's. He was barely fazed and quickly turned around backhanding the young girl. Emma laid on the floor holding her face as Peter grabbed her arm and lifted her up.

"You can't fight back, and you know it," Peter whispered in her ear tightening his grip on her wrist. "But that's not what you want, you want to be like Derek, don't you? You want to be faster, stronger, and able to heal yourself," he continued his breath warm on her cold skin.

"Emma don't listen to him," Derek managed to speak.

"Oh my God," Peter laughed looking at his nephew. "You care for her, Derek?" Derek looked away as Emma looked at him confused. "Do you love her, Derek?" Peter teased. She smiled nervously as Peter dangled her necklace in front of her. "The Frozen Heart," he said changing the subject quickly. "It can be yours once more, if you just accept my gift," Peter continued.

"Emma, he is deceiving you, you won't be like us, it could kill you," Derek wheezed grabbing his side.

"You can save Derek, Emma, make your choice wisely," Peter continued darkly. Emma looked at Derek his eyes pleading with her to stop. She raised her hand and grabbed the necklace. Peter smiled pushing her sweater off her shoulder before sinking his teeth in her shoulder. Emma's voice caught in her throat as she wanted to scream. She heard Derek scream her name before she fell into darkness.

"De-Derek," Emma whispered as her eyes fluttered open. She was in a white sterilized room and Derek stood next to her bed.

"Why?" Derek growled as she looked up at him. Her shoulder burned and her body felt like a block of solid ice.

"I can't feel my fingers," she mumbled holding her hand up the tips were blue and looked like first degree frostbite. Derek grabbed her hand, a small warmth penetrated her fingers.

"Why?" Derek repeated.

"Why what?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Like you care," she shook her head as Derek's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Your hair," he said confused as she looked at him funny.

"What's wrong with my hair?" she mumbled worried as Derek handed her a metal bowl. Emma looked at her reflection, in her raven black hair a white streak ran down the left side from her bangs to the tip. "What's happening?" she asked her voice cracking through the cold. "I'm…I'm so cold," she mumbled tightening her grip on Derek's hand. Emma closed her eyes from exhaustion letting the cold take over again.

"Emma!" Derek's voice shook her but didn't wake her.