Chapter 3 everyone! Hooray! We get to see some more action, and maybe Serek will finally show his beautiful face! You never know… That could be Chapter 4… You'll just have to read and see! It's pretty cliché, but cliché is clung to because it's stable. And easy…; D

I actually acted out the sparring scene between Sam and Derek, 'cause I'm just that awesome, and I needed to envision it. I hope you enjoy it, now that I've spoiled it for you. But you can't exactly tell me that it was a total surprise.

'Derek, I wanna thank you,' Sam said, jumping in front of the larger wolf and sitting down. Derek simply skirted around Sam, dead set on what he had to do.

'For what?' he called over his shoulder. Sam jogged to catch up, falling into step with the black wolf.

'For helping me and Dean,' Sam said, nudging Derek with his shoulder. Derek shook his large head.

'It's not like I had a choice,' he growled, picking up the pace. Sam kept up well, a look of confusion in his eyes.

'What do you mean?' Sam asked him. Derek sighed.

'If I didn't help you, Dean was gonna kill me. You know that as well as I do,' Derek replied testily. He started running, and Sam fell behind, seen as he legs weren't as long as Derek's, and he still wasn't very coordinated, as he was still trying to get used to being a wolf.

Derek and Dean had talked the night before. Derek had confessed his crush on Sam, and Dean hadn't reacted well. He didn't flip out and kill Derek like he expected, but he told him that Sam was straight as a board, and that Dean would never allow Sam to date a monster like Derek. He said that once Sam was cured, they were gonna leave, and that would be the end of it. That Derek was just an acquaintance to Sam, and was only being polite, and yes, maybe even a bit grateful. But that he would have no problem leaving Beacon Hills when it came time. To say that Derek was upset would be a slight understatement.

Derek finally reached his destination and sat down, quietly waiting for Sam to catch up to him. He didn't expect for something to come barreling into him. He snarled, wrestling with the thing until he had it pinned underneath him, chest heaving and claws out, ready to sink in if the thing tried to escape. Once his instincts died down, he realized that he was holding a panting Sam against the ground. Sam's chest was heaving as well, but for a different reason than instinct. He was fighting to breathe, seen as Derek's weight was centered on his side, squishing his ribcage.

'Sam,' Derek said, getting off the smaller wolf. Sam slowly rose, stretching himself out.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just lost my footing,' Sam apologized. Derek shook his head, and stood, leading Sam around the building to the back entrance. He hopped up onto a crate, and jumped in through an open window; waiting patiently as Sam not-so-gracefully clambered through, flopping onto his side on the floor. He scrambled back up, and led Derek through the building, hunting for Scott. It was one of his training exercises, to look for another werewolf in either human or wolf form, helping to memorize the undertone scent of werewolves, which was slightly difficult to detect underneath the regular scent of the person. Derek was there to help him out, but now that this wasn't Sam's first time doing this, he just hung back, following Sam and watching, already knowing where Scott was hiding from his smell. Alphas always knew where their entire pack was, as long as they were within a mile radius of their Alpha.

Sam sniffed, smelling Derek's unmistakable scent that Sam enjoyed. He had come to enjoy Derek's strong and powerful presence, even going as far as staying where he could still smell Derek. He had come to like the Alpha, and sometimes though of Derek as his Alpha, as if he was part of Derek's pack. But he knew Dean would never let him, nor could he ever be. He and Derek were only friends, and he knew Derek was straight, so it wasn't like Sam's occasional daydreams could come true.

However, he did smell an undertone of something else. Scott. He followed the scent, moving smoothly as he focused on the smell. He jumped over a box, sniffing as Scott's scent got stronger. I'm getting closer. As he moved, he started to smell a different scent that put him on edge. Another person. He sniffed again, and smelled that signature werewolf smell underneath the individual's smell. He slowly identified it as Jackson. He continued on, finally finding the two, who were sitting side-by-side.

"Ten minutes forty-five seconds. You're getting faster!" Jackson exclaimed, running over to Sam and lifting Sam's forepaws, placing them on his shoulders as he jokingly hugged Sam. Sam growled half-heartedly at him, and Jackson helped him down.

'Time for our sparring match, Sam,' Derek announced, dismissal in his tone. Jackson and Scott caught on, leaving through the front door of the building. The two wolves faced each other in the middle of the room. 'We've already sparred as wolves, and as our half-forms. Let's see what you can do in human form with all that hunter training.' They both changed, Sam still a bit slower than Derek. The two men faced each other, and Derek nodded, signaling the start. Derek attacked first, throwing a punch at Sam's left temple.

Sam blocked the punch, twisting Derek's arm backwards. Derek reversed his arm, forcing Sam to bend over. He pushed on the back of Sam's hand, and Sam wrinkled his nose in discomfort. He lifted the leg closest to Derek, kicking the back of Derek's knee, forcing him to kneel. He used the same leg from the kneeling position to kick Derek in the side, forcing him to let go, or he would pull Sam on top of him. Sam lunged forward to try to pin Derek, but Derek put his feet on Sam's chest and pushed him back. He flew back a few feet, and landed on his back.

Derek came over, and as Sam managed to get into a kneeling position, Derek kicked his back leg, forcing Sam onto his side. He grabbed Sam's wrist, twisting his arm painfully behind his back, forcing him to stay on his stomach. Sam sighed and tapped out. Derek released him, and Sam rolled over onto his back.

"You've gotten rusty," Derek told him, heading towards the door, not bothering to help Sam and give him praise like he normally did. Sam sat up, changed into a wolf, and tackled Derek from behind. He rolled Derek onto his back before he could react, and stood on him, claws ready to pierce the skin if needed. Derek realized, and stayed still.

'Who are you? What have you done to Derek?' Sam growled, showing off his large, white teeth.

"Sam," Derek sighed. "I am Derek."

'Then what's wrong?' Sam pressed. Derek sighed again, taking that opportunity to switch their positions. Sam changed, hoping to throw Derek off, but Derek held him tight. Sam finally managed to switch their positions, but Derek used that momentum to put himself back on top. He pushed himself up off of Sam, and dusted himself off. He changed back into a wolf, and waited by the door, looking at Sam over his shoulder.

'Let's go,' he said tensely. Sam opened the door and changed, following silently behind Derek. He got ready to pounce, and at the edge of a small cliff they always passed, he jumped. He landed right on top of Derek, and as he pitched over the side, he wrapped his forelegs around Derek's chest, pulling him down with him. They free-fell for about three seconds, but in that time, Sam struggled to keep his hold on Derek. They both landed on Sam's back, Derek's weight pushing him farther into the mud by the small stream that ran at the base of the cliff. His breath escaped him, and he gasped in air as Derek rolled off him.

However, he didn't waste any time. He rolled onto his stomach and swept Derek's rear legs out from underneath him. He was panting, fighting desperately to regain his breath. He tackled Derek, but was soon thrown off and into the stream. He growled and shot out of the water, sidelining Derek and sending them both into the front of the cliff. Derek managed to wiggle around a bit so he wouldn't be crushed between Sam and the cliff wall, but he still hit hard, although not as hard as Sam did. His shoulder left a fairly deep imprint in the dirt, but his most likely bruised shoulder didn't stop him from jumping on top of Derek. Derek rolled, and they tumbled into the stream.

The water bubbled around them as they batted at each other, neither daring to use their claws. Derek rose up on his rear legs and slammed his forepaw into Sam's muzzle, effectively knocking the smaller wolf onto his side in the water, stunning him. Derek lowered himself back down, reaching down into the water to grab Sam's scruff with his teeth, lifting Sam's head above the water and dragging him onto the shore. He sat down beside Sam and waited for him to come completely back to his senses. Sam slowly sat up, meeting Derek's red eyes.

'Why?' he whimpered, shifting closer to Derek, giving him major puppy dog eyes. Derek sighed, shifting in his place. He stood up, and moved forward, pressing the side of his massive head against Sam's uninjured shoulder. Sam leaned into the touch, but was then flung back into the stream as Jackson and Scott defended their Alpha, unaware that the fight was over. Sam's left rear leg caught on a root, and as he was shoved into the stream, it was pulled, twisting the paw before it was pulled free. Sam yelped in pain as Jackson and Scott held him underwater.

'Hey! That's Sam you idiots!' Derek snarled, pushing the smaller wolves away and helping Sam to his feet. The two's eyes widened, and they immediately flanked Sam, supporting him between them as he regained his breath.

'Dammit Sam, I'm sorry,' Jackson said, nuzzling Sam's neck.

'It's okay. You were just trying to protect your Alpha. I understand,' Sam replied, standing on his own. He faced Derek, and then lowered his head, submitting to his Alpha completely. Derek felt disgusted by the fact that Sam had been forced to surrender by Derek's anger at Dean, but he knew it was necessary to have full control of his pack, especially in this time of uncertainty.

'Jackson, Scott, you guys can head back home. I've got it from here,' Derek said. It was more of an order than a suggestion, and both of the smaller wolves knew that. They immediately obeyed, jogging off into the direction they came from, slowly but surely climbing the cliff wall. Derek made sure they disappeared before he turned back to Sam. The younger wolf wouldn't meet his gaze, and he sighed. Sam sat down, extending his injured hind leg, whining in pain as he licked the messed-up fur and swollen joint. Derek stood, moving over to Sam.

Sam shied away from him slightly, but Derek followed his movement, and started to groom Sam, reordering his wet, dirty, messed-up fur. Sam pulled away, giving Derek a confused look.

'Come here. You're a mess,' he ordered softly. Sam shifted closer, and Derek continued to groom him, spitting out all the dirt that gathered in his mouth. He quietly cleaned Sam, and then cleaned his own pelt. He crouched and changed into human form. He lifted Sam up into his arms, and carried him back to his house, gently setting him on the couch. He watched as Sam changed back, his puppy dog eyes staring up at him as he lay limply on his uninjured side.

"I'm so sorry."

Damn, I'm sorry. I hate cliff hangers as much as the next person, but they're so fun to write. Who do you think apologized? I know, this chapter is horrible, and it took sooooo long to write. If only there was a cure for Writer's Block. If anyone has one, feel free to share.