Story Name: Blind.

Setting: Sometime after the season finale.

Pairings: Scott/Allison, pre Stiles/Lydia.

Summary: When a strange new beta comes to town looking to overthrow Derek's reign, he uses Scott against the Alpha. Can Derek save his brother AND defeat the stranger, or will it be a decision between his life or Scott's?

Warnings: Mentions of past rape.

What was that noise? And that light? What was he laying on? In the distance, Scott could hear the sound of - if he wasn't mistaken - someone crying. And maybe talking in hushed whispers. He tried to tune in on it, but the very act caused pain to rush through his veins, and he winced, throwing his head back. Wait, what was that? A… pillow? Was he on a bed? Opening his eyes slowly, Scott took in the scene around him.

He knew where he was, there was no mistaking it. He had been in this room before, when Kate had shot Derek and Scott was trying to find the bullet for him. He was in the Argents' guest room. The lights were off, but the door was partially open, a small sliver of light coming in from the hallway. That's where people were talking, he could see their shadows against the wall. Scott's clothes were also on a chair next to the bed, and, upon further investigation, he could see that he was dressed in Mr. Argent's clothes. They didn't fit quite right, but they were clean. His book bag was on the floor next to the chair, and his phone was on a table across the room.

But why was he in here? Had something happened? And why was he in so much pain? He felt drained, weak, and his shoulder was in such immense pain that he could barely stand it. "Dad, please!"

"Allison, hush, you're going to wake him."

Even though listening in on their conversation caused him pain, and drained him even more, Scott's ears perked a little, and he zeroed in on his girlfriend and her father's conversation.

Allison was the one crying, Scott could tell that immediately. Her voice was shaking, and small sobs kept interrupting her words. Mr. Argent seemed calm, but worried.

"What else would have happened to him, Dad? His clothes had been pulled off when I found him. There was blood. He…" Allison let out a sob. "He was raped, Dad. We have to tell the police."

"Allison, if we call the police, they'll find out about him."

"No they won't. We don't have to tell them."

"He's been poisoned with Monkshood, Allison. Have you seen his shoulder? It's glowing blue. How are we going to explain that to the police? The best thing to do is try to figure out how to heal him first."

"Okay." Allison was defeated. She didn't like the decision her father had come to, but she understood it. Scott could hear it in her voice. She felt helpless, and it broke Scott's heart.

Wait. Raped? Scott wasn't raped. Sure, the Monkshood explained his shoulder, but he had no memory of being raped. Is that why his clothes were off? Hugging himself loosely, Scott suddenly felt violated, but, at the same time, increasingly confused. Wouldn't he remember something like that? Wouldn't that stick out in his mind like a sore thumb? Honestly, the last thing he remembered was leaving practice that night. How did he end up at Allison's house? What happened to him?

Allison looked up as the doorbell rang, and she wiped the tears off her face as her father put a hand on her shoulder. "He'll be fine. We can help him." Allison simply nodded before walking down the hallway.

Scott had been raped, almost killed. How were they supposed to help him? He was never going to be the same after this. She felt the need to comfort him, but what if he pushed her away? What was she supposed to do then? She felt helpless, and partly guilty. Just an hour ago she had been fuming about Scott being late and not calling her. How could he just stand her up like that? Now she knew what happened, and the little nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her she should have known about it, should have stopped it, wouldn't leave her alone.

Just as Allison reached the door, it swung open. Apparently the person on the other side wasn't too patient.

"Where is he?"

Allison found herself staring into the concerned, scared, and furious eyes of none other than Derek Hale. How had he known that Scott was there? Maybe he could sense something was up. But how would he know to come to their house instead of Scott's? Apparently Allison had a lot more to learn about werewolves.

"Allison, don't let him in."

Looking up at her father with confusion, Allison stepped back, allowing Chris to walk up to the door. It wasn't a secret that he despised Derek immensely. "But, Dad, he's been nothing but like a brother to Scott."

Derek looked at Allison for a moment, his eyes showing a quick flash of gratitude, before turning to the hunter. His demeanor changed. He was angry, and he wanted inside, and no one was going to stand in his way. "I can help him. Let me in. Or let me take him. Your choice." After a moment of watching the two stare at each other, Allison quickly grabbed her father, pulling him back so Derek could walk inside. Not taking his eyes off Chris, Derek spoke. "Thank you, Allison."

"He's upstairs, in the guest room. It's the-" Allison was cut off by Derek walking up the stairs quickly. Apparently he could find the room on his own. It took just one glance at her father before the two quickly went up the stairs after them. They followed Derek down the hall, before confusion spread across her face. "We didn't close the door."

"I'm guessing you didn't lock it either, then." Derek knocked on the door, sighing. "Scott, it's Derek, let me in." They waited for a minute, but no response. "Scott, this isn't a discussion. Let me in. Now." Another minute passed, and still nothing. Suddenly, Derek turned around, facing the two Argents. "What the hell happened to him?"

"I don't really know," Allison said softly. Tears started building up in her eyes again. "He was late for our study date, so I went for a walk while I was waiting for him… I called him and heard his phone rang. That's… That's when I found him." She swallowed hard, hugging herself as she looked down at the floor. "His pants and… and his boxers were ripped off. He was bleeding from… from…"

Derek's demeanor changed, and he spoke carefully and quietly. He could tell this wasn't going to be a very good story. "From where, Allison?"

"His bottom. Like he'd been…" She let out a small sob, and her father reached over, pulling her in a hug.

Derek looked down at the floor for a moment, his eyes swimming with emotion that Allison couldn't quite pinpoint. But it was over in a minute, like he was afraid of being anything but cold hearted. He was staying strong, she could see that. "What else?"

Sensing that his daughter couldn't quite continue with the story, Chris spoke up, while rubbing Allison's back. "There was scratch marks on his back, and a strange symbol with them… Also an arrow in his shoulder. When I pulled it out, I noticed he'd been infected with Monkshood."

"One of your hunters?"

"Most of them have children of their own, I can't see them raping a young boy." At the mention of the R word, Allison started sobbing into her father's chest, her heart aching for her boyfriend. How could anyone do this to him? He was Scott! He was so innocent and naïve. He didn't deserve to be put through something like this.

Derek just simply nodded, before turning back to the door. "Scott, unlock the door. We need to talk about this." Yet again, no response. The fact that Scott wouldn't open the door for him, wouldn't trust him, seemed to break Derek a little bit. His eyes softened and he leaned against the door. "Please, Scott."

"Maybe we should leave him alone for a little while," Chris suggested. "Find out how to heal him and then deal with… everything else that happened to him."

This seemed to go over at least a little well with the werewolf, and he nodded. "Where's the arrow?"

"This isn't Monkshood," Derek said, sniffing the arrow from a safe distance, twirling it in his fingers slowly. The three of them stood in the living room. Derek could tell that the arrow had to have been deep, considering the amount of blood that was on the couch. Then again, some of that came from… He shook his head, forcing the thought of Scott being hurt that way leave his mind. "I mean, it is, but… there's something different about it…" Narrowing his eyes, he stared at the bloodied weapon, before setting it down on the counter. "I'm not sure if the typical way of healing him will work. We can try, but…" He looked up at Chris. "Where are Kate's bullets?""In the garage." Derek gave him a look that Allison couldn't read, and Chris nodded, before exiting the kitchen.

"How are you going to heal him if he doesn't come out of the room?" Allison asked, her eyes glued to the arrow. If it wasn't a hunter, then who could have done this to him?

"Don't you have a key?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you really think that's a good idea? Just barging in there? We're supposed to be getting him a trust us, not forcing him to do something he doesn't want to do."

"We don't have a choice. Either we barge in and force him to let us help him, or he's going to die. It's pretty black and white."

"I'm not doing it. I refuse."

"Then I'm going to tear that door off myself." Derek turned to leave the kitchen, before Allison piped up.

"Wait. Can Stiles get him out?" Derek turned to her slowly. He felt tested, she could see it in his eyes. But he sighed in defeat. Scott was never going to let them help him if they betrayed his trust like that.

"Hey, Scott!" Stiles knocked on the door. No response. Turning to Derek, his eyes gave away his panic. "What if he died already?"

"No. He's still alive. Weak, but alive." Derek sat down on the floor, twisting the bullet in his fingers, before sighing.

Stiles followed his actions and sat down across from him. "Why don't you use your wolf like spidey senses to open the door?"

Derek blinked, staring at Scott's best friend. "Do I look like Harry frickin Potter to you?"

Tilting his head to the side slightly, Stiles narrowed his eyes in concentration. "Well, if we find you some glasses and draw a lightning bolt on your fore-"

"Stiles!"

"Shutting up."

Suddenly, the door opened, and the two jumped to their feet. Scott looked worse for wear. His eyes seemed to sink into his skull, his skin was a white cream color, and he could barely stand - proven by the fact that he was swaying back and forth. He didn't have a shirt on, and Derek could smell the blood on his back. Either he was healed soon, or he wasn't going to live to see the next night.

Derek immediately rushed to his side, about to grab his arm to help support him, when Scott pulled away from him. "Don't touch me."

"Okay," Derek said softly, watching as Scott turned from them, walking over to the bed slowly. He laid down, sinking into the mattress. "Can you remember anything?" Scott shook his head. "Really? Nothing?"

"No, Derek! I can't remember a damn thing! Are you happy?" Scott yelled, before crying out in pain, curling into himself. Stiles looked between the two with sad eyes, before creeping into the room, sitting on an empty chair.

"Can I… can I see something?" Derek asked, walking over to the bed slowly. Scott stared at him for a long moment, before nodding. "Lay on your stomach." Scott did as he was told, and Derek leaned over him, staring at the symbol that was carved into his back. "Scott… did a werewolf do this to you?"

"Derek, how many times do I have to tell you I don't remember anything?" Scott snapped, before laying on his side.

"Scott… You have to remember this, please."

"I can't."

"Try."

"I can't!"

Stiles quickly jumped to his feet, before making his way over to Derek's side, and pulling him close, his voice a whisper. "What happens if it was a werewolf?"

Derek turned to him, his eyes cold; only someone who really knew Derek could see the fear and worry and his eyes. "If it was a werewolf… he picked Scott as his mate."