A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the whole, "WHERE THE HELL IIS THE NEXT CHAPTER?!" Thing I had going on. I just got the internet back 72 hours ago and a mild case of writer's block for this particular story. So, ummm. . . yeah. Feel free to leave a review and tell me what you think about it. I don't think it's all that great but let me know! :-D

"Don't worry Lydia. Everything will be fine." He panted as he ran throughout the woods with her limp body in his arms.

He ran until he reached Stiles' van which was parked at the far end of the woods. Stiles and Scott were busy arguing about superheroes, waiting for Derek.

"I'm telling you that Superman would totally beat Wolverine!" Scott argued.

"Dude, Wolverine is indestructible! He can't die and he really doesn't have a weakness. Superman on the other hand is kryptonite's bitch!" Stiles yelled back with elaborate hand gestures.

"Exactly, the kryptonite's, not Wolverine's!"

Derek could hear them loud and clear as he approached the Jeep with an unconscious girl in his hands.

"Scott, I know you can hear me. Lydia's dying I need you to open the door quick!" Derek said with urgency.

When he made it, the door was open and he easily slid into the Jeep. Stiles sped off in the direction of the Beacon Hills Hospital.

"Lydia! Lydia, wake up.!" Derek cried out, shaking her lightly.

"Derek, her heart rate is dropping." Scott said noticing that she might be slipping away.

"Did you two jackholes not see the smoke and raging fire coming from the woods?"

"Look, man, I just drive the car." Stiles said trying to protect his pride.

"And you're not driving fast enough." Derek said with gravel in his voice.

"I'm sorry but we've entered a school zone and-"

"I don't give a damn about a school zone. The girl I love is dying and you're driving like her grandmother. . . who's dead."

"But I don't to get a ti-"

"Step on the gas, now, Stilinski!"

The Jeep sped up and everyone jerked back. Scott couldn't do anything but watch as Derek try to coo her awake while Stiles drove like a maniac. And that's when it hit him.

"Derek, you should try to change her. If the bite works, she'll heal."

"I can't do that, Scott. The bite won't work in certain situations- such as, this." Derek said with sadness burrowing itself in his chest.

That's when Derek remembered a trick his dad had taught him a long while ago. He placed a hand over her mouth and closed his eyes- focusing on her heartbeat. He listened as it thudded slowly against her ribs. Then, it began to thud slower . . . and slower . . . and slower. Then, it was gone.

"Okay, we're almost there." Stiles announced.

Scott looked at Derek who still had his hand over Lydia's mouth. Her chest had stopped. Her breathing had ceased. All of her organs had shut down. Scott listened intently as each of them shut off one by one.

"She's gone." He announced in a little above a whisper.

"Come on, come on, come on." Derek kept mumbling to himself.

"Derek, she's gone. We h-"

"Shut up. Wait she's not gone." He said heavily.

"Derek, she's not breathing. Her heart has stopped. She's gone." Scott was practically begging him to let her go.

"What? No, no, no she can't be dead." Stiles mumbled as he neared the emergency doors of the hospital.

She was dead. There was nothing you could do to fix it.

Scott heard the faint sound of blood flow and something very similar to a small heartbeat. But in addition to that, he could also hear one slowing down. He was confused. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know what he was listening to anymore. But when he looked at Derek, he'd notice that his color was fading and that Lydia was faintly breathing. It was so light and peaceful, that it was almost nonexistent.

The heartbeat was getting stronger and her breathing became a lot more visible. Derek was getting paler and he began to cough. Scott could hear some weird rattling in his chest. Derek's eyes began to get glossy and almost glass like. His vision was blurred. That's when Scott realized:

"He's giving her his in trade of her pain."

Lydia shot up in a gasping rage. When she turned around, she'd seen Scott looking directly at her and Stiles pulling his car into the spot by the emergency doors.

"What am I doing in the back of this Jeep?" she asked incredulously.

"We were taking you to the hospital." Scott explained.

"For what?"

"Well, Derek said there was this huge fire in the woods-" Stiles began, but was rudely interrupted by Scott.

"You died. And Derek gave his life so you could keep yours." Scott said in a sympathetic, yet know-it-all way.

Lydia turned around and looked down. Derek was now lifeless.

"Derek!" Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs.

Stiles made some kind of weird noise to emphasize the displeasure of her pitch and range of her scream.

She cried hysterically as Scott did nothing but watch. There was nothing could do. He didn't know what he could do. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Lydia." He said, with every ounce of sincerity he could find himself to pull out.

Stiles had gotten out of the car and grabbed the attention of a few paramedics who were out on a smoke break.

"Sir, can you please help me? My friend is unconscious and he's not breathing." He said urgently.

One of the men quickly threw the cigarette butt on the ground and hurriedly stomped out the last little bit of flame out. He and his co-workers managed to follow Stiles with a gurney collect the body of Derek Hale.

He could hear Lydia crying, but he couldn't feel his heart. He could feel himself breathing, but his chest wasn't moving. He could hear himself talk, but his voice wasn't working. He was a prisoner in his own mind. But it was worth it for her. Was it?