-Chapter Three-

A white gown then fell just a little below her knees, held up by two thin spaghetti straps, her hair in a high ponytail as strands of hair fell next to her ears, her side bangs covering her left eye along with the gash she desperately wanted to disappear. Derek had left before she had a chance to wake up, him always leaving at random times due to continue the show.

The last thing he asked her was; Are you okay?

Her reply was what hit her like a million tons of bricks falling on her head; Yeah, I'm fine.

No, she wasn't fine.

First she mysteriously vanishes out of her universe.

Then she is tossed into the Teen Wolf universe.

Then she started to stalk Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski.

Then she meant Derek Hale and he fell in love with her.

And now she had sex with him on the floor next to the front door in a burnt house.

What part of that screams okay?

For all she knew, she could become pregnant at seventeen.

And then there is that; She is only seventeen and Derek had to be around twenty-two, maybe twenty-three years old.

That's five to six years apart.

No teenager should be screwing a twenty-two year old.

This was only the first time.

The second time she'll end up with a second baby, if she was pregnant, which she most likely was because everyone knows screwing without a condom means getting pregnant.

Maybe the second time they won't be stupid and not have a condom standing by.

Hell, who knows if they would screw again.

Staring into thin air, she whispered, "I love Derek Hale."

A few days had breezed by, stopping at episode three where Scott had the dream of hurting Allison. She knew the plan of what would happen, not being surprised when Derek took her downtown, meeting back at the house where he knew that Scott would come by.

He was waiting.

Meanwhile Brooklyn, or Brooke as the nickname had stuck, was stuck in the town, waiting for Derek to finish with Scott and come to get her. She knew it wasn't working out if everyday would be spent by him dropping her off because of someone meeting as his house.

She just wouldn't do that to Derek.

She couldn't.

Deciding to not where the fedora or the leather jacket, she was in a red top where it ended around the middle of her thighs, strapless with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, the dark blue being faded to look like it was bleached, which it wasn't. Keeping the outfit together, she decided to end the look with her hair being let down and black high heels, the heel being an inch heel with straps lacing across her foot, ending around her ankle.

Somehow it felt cold to her.

The air was so cold.

Why was it cold?

Her memories flashed back to that night, the one where she was fifteen years old and her boyfriend had passed away. She remembered gripping the pen in one hand, holding the blank paper as she fiddled with the pen, starting the letter off with, "Everyone," as you stare at the paper, unsure on how to write it.

Suddenly she continued.

"Everyone,

Never had I thought pain could hurt this bad.

I remember walking with him down the beach, holding his hand tightly.

I remember kissing his forehead to say good night and him texting me in the mornings.

I remember him spinning me around when we were playing on the beach.

I remember telling him that I love him every day, him telling me he loved me.

I remember smiling for him, him smiling for me.

I remember listening to music with him.

I remember laughing with him.

I remember the look in his eye when he told me he had to leave.

I remember you telling me that he had to leave.

I remember you hurting him.

I remember you punching him across the face several times.

I remember you dragging him to the stairs.

I remember you pushing him down where he broke his neck.

I remember leaning over is dead body, holding on.

I remember crying as she called the police and an ambulance.

I remember you telling me to keep it a secret.

I remember never saying goodbye.

I remember you threatening me.

I remember you murdering my lover.

And now you will remember this letter; the words written on this paper accusing you of killing Alexander Malacekes. You have taken my lover, the one person that I have loved all my life; the one person that I have trusted. Here, let me grant your wish of wanting me dead.

At least I know that I'll be with Alex on the other side.

Brooklyn."

She remember slitting her wrists that night, overdosing on pills, taking drugs, trying to hand herself, trying to drown herself. Nothing was working, and then she remember getting dizzy, the pills and drugs working as her blood quickly spilled out of her. She remember collapsing into the water, drowning herself only for the door to be kicked in, her parents rushing over to save her.

They were too late.

Her heart had stopped beating, but her soul was still trapped.

She remembered him breathing into her, giving her CPR as her mother cried.

She could still feel herself cough up water, seeing her father holding clothes against her wrists as the ambulance arrived.

Brooklyn was saved.

Opening her eyes, the memories flashed away as she saw Derek leaning over her, a crowd behind him as she slowly took in the faces around her.

"What happened?" She whispered, her heart beating faster as she searched for Derek's eyes once more, terrified of the unknown faces.

"Let's take you home, shall we?" Picking her up in his arms, he carried her over to his car, the faces of the crowd staring at him as if they would run after him.

They didn't.

She was put in the passenger's seat, Derek getting in the driver's seat before taking off, leaving the crowd staring off at the car driving away.

"Derek," Her voice sounded breathless as she was in his arms, him getting her out of his car as they were both unaware of Scott watching them. "You can answer me now."

"You collapsed." He simply said as she suddenly remembered how Scott would be around soon, possibly even at that moment, to have the fight with Derek about the bus driver dying.

Starting to laugh as she was in his arms, she looked at him as he began to walk, their eyes connecting as she leaned upwards, him starting to lean downs. Her hand wrapped around his cheek as their eyes started to close, their lips brushing over each other's before meeting completely. As he began to walk into the house, he stumbled across the porch, falling forward as the door opened, them crashing to the floor.

"You know how to treat a guest, don't you," About to get up, she started laughing as she attempted to say, "When they fall, you are always there to help them up. Literally."

"Not all my guests. Just the special ones." He told her as he stole a kiss before helping her up, him about to steal another one, only for her to turn her head away.

"It's not supposed to be this way. We aren't supposed to do this." With her head turned, he took her chin, tilting her head back to him as he tilted his head.

"You are worried because we are near six years apart, aren't you?" He whispered as he moved his lips next to her ear, his breath tickling against it.

"You can't and neither can I. There is something else that's supposed to happen, and if it never does, it changes the events. Being here changes to events," She found her ear at his lips, her lips at his ear as she continued to do the same technique he was doing. "Find Scott in the woods, fight with him, tell him what he needs to know, and then watch for the eyes."

"What do you mean?" His whisper was sharp against her own, her pulling her face from him as their eyes connected for the minute being.

"I mean," Her blue eyes looked straight in his hazel eyes, beginning to whisper, "Tell him what bit him, Derek. Tell him what you have found out. Don't ask questions, just find him, fight with him about the bus driver, and tell him what bit him. You can't let him continue to think that it's you, because it's not."

Pushing him out the door, he looked at her in shock, her pushing him to run towards the woods to find where Scott was heading.

Finally he gave up, running from the house as he continued his pace, only to get tackled from the side when he deepened into the woods. Turning to look, Scott was standing over him, breathless as if he had ran a marathon, his heart beating rapidly.

"Who was she?" Scott asked as he was changed, him growling each word as he stayed in front of Derek, watching as he stood.

"A friend." He left it unexplained as he tackled Scott, them fighting as each pair of claws were slashed at each other, Derek cutting across Scott's stomach, just barely leaving a print.

Suddenly he was pinned against a tree, Scott's claws out as he raised them, just about to slash open Derek's neck when two pairs of hands wrapped around his raised arm. Not thinking of anything or controlling any of his actions, he turned around as he bit into the neck of whoever was holding onto him, starting to bit down the person's shoulder.

Blood was everywhere.

The hands of the person reached up to their neck and shoulder, the eyes looking into the yellow eyes of Scott, his suddenly changing as his claws began to turn back to fingertips.

His eyes were now brown.

The person's blue eyes looked back into his eyes.

Without understanding, he felt Derek shove him aside as he dropped to the ground, picking up her head as he attempted to cover her wound with his leather jacket.

"Brooke," He whispered, almost feeling like crying if Scott wasn't behind him, him taking the hair out of her face as he continued. "Don't die."

"If I don't make it out of here alive, you have to know what will happen. You can save lives if you listen to me at this moment. Prepare. You have to train your beta's when you become an alpha. This is a good time away, but knowing it now save's Erica, Boyd, and a hell lot of people. Save them all." Whispering a few words into his ear, her grip loosened on his shirt, her dropping to the ground as he stared blankly into the air.

"Is she dead?" Scott asked him, afraid if he wanted to know the truth as Derek tilted his head over his shoulder, looking towards the ground.

"Not yet. She is going to die and you are going to help me," Starting to stand, he ordered Scott around, waiting as he took the other end of her as he carried her top half as he carried her bottom half. "I didn't bit you, Scott. There is another werewolf called an alpha. I don't know who he is, but you need to help me find out."

"Will it save her life?" Scott asked, his eyes flickering over to see Brooke on the floor inside the house, hearing her faint heartbeat.

"Possibly." Turning their heads towards her, they were unaware of the red eyes watching them like prey, them not blinking as they continued to stare.