HARSHER THAN THE BARK

When the hot-sex haze passed, Derek's eyes snapped open. What had he just done? He looked at Scarlett who was staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. He felt like even more of a monster than he usually did. He had done exactly what he was trying to avoid doing. He allowed himself to get completely caught up in her. That made him feel weak and Derek didn't like feeling weak. On the contrary though, he had never felt better than when he was making her moan…that part didn't make him feel weak, he actually felt empowered but that wasn't the point. The point was that he shouldn't have just fucked her. That wasn't supposed to happen. How could he have done that to her?

Scarlett lay there, her mind racing about what had just happened. That was…amazing. She was in ecstasy the whole time and she still was. Everything they had just done made her feel more alive than she had ever felt. Every touch had been like a jolt of electricity going through her body and it was complete bliss for her.

Derek quickly got up and started getting dressed again while Scarlett watched with raised brows.

"That was a mistake." He muttered. That was harsh. She wouldn't say it was a mistake. Maybe a little sudden but certainly not a mistake. "Get dressed. I'll be in the car." He said shortly, not even looking at her.

She sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to curl up in a ball and not do anything. She rose from the mattress and went about getting her clothes. Her shirt was torn so there was no possible way for her to wear it. She groaned and stomped out of the room, leaving her shirt behind and shoving her shoes on. When she was downstairs in just her bra, she found her jacket and put it on, zipping it all the way up.

Derek was sitting in the car like he said he would be. He watched Scarlett walk out of the house, looking upset, and he cursed himself for doing that to her. She got into the car and shut the door a little harder than necessary, putting on her seatbelt and staring out of her window, remaining silent. She wasn't in the mood for talking to Derek and he wasn't in the mood for talking either. They didn't even put on any music as they made the journey back to Scarlett's house. There was just an incredibly awkward silence between them.

When they arrived at the house Scarlett spoke, keeping her gaze locked on anything except for Derek. "Is that what you really think?" Her voice was small and broken.

"What?"

"Do you really think it was a mistake?"

He sighed. "Yeah." She looked even more upset and he guessed that she already hated him and that was good. She couldn't be around him anymore. He needed to push her away and the only way to do that was to be even more of a dick, no matter how much it killed him to see her hurting. "Look, I don't what you're getting so worked up about, it was just sex Scarlett. Didn't mean anything."

She slowly turned to look at him with a face full of hurt. She took a shaky breath and grit her teeth. "Wow Derek. Way to make me feel cheap." She scoffed, tears stinging her eyes, and got out of the car, slamming the door and making her way up to the house. He watched her unlock the door as fast as possible and get inside the house without looking back. The look of pure hatred on her face was seared into his brain and he hated himself. He hit the steering wheel, uttering a string of profanities. Why the hell did he have to be such a fuck up?

When Scarlett was in the safety of her room she threw herself onto her bed and screamed into her pillow. How dare he say that to her? What gave him the right after everything she had done for him?

She supposed she couldn't blame it all on Derek though. It was her fault as well. She shouldn't have been so stupid as to let him screw her. She should've known better. It didn't matter how good it was for her, he obviously didn't feel the same. A horrible thought then crossed her mind, maybe that was all he ever wanted from her. The whole 'being nice' to her thing…Was that just so he could have sex with her and then push her aside like she was nothing? Of course it was. That's all any guy ever wanted from her. God, she felt like shit. Why was she so fucking naïve? She had always believed that she was good at reading people but she was so wrong. Why hadn't she seen it before? Of course Derek didn't want a friendship. He didn't have any friends. He was a strict 'no distractions' guy and she was an idiot for ever thinking there was anything else to him. Even Jackson had never made her feel that bad and that was saying something because Jackson had talked her into sleeping with him many, many times when they were dating, even when she knew full well that was all he wanted.

Even though she wanted to cry she decided there was no point. It wasn't going to solve anything. It wasn't going to reverse what happened that night. She had to power through it. To Hell with Derek.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Scarlett asked quietly as she stood at Scott's door. He gave her a look that reminded her of a lost puppy and she felt bad so she walked in and sat on his bed next to him.

"I thought you were dead." He said, glancing at her and then back to his hands.

"Well, I'm not. And neither are you and that's a good thing Scotty."

"Where did you go anyway?" He asked. Scarlett panicked for a second before answering.

"I took Derek back home and made sure he was okay and not, you know, dead." She shrugged. He nodded, seeming to accept her answer. "You wanna tell me what you're all sad for?"

"Allison…" Of course. "She uh, she said that we should take a-a break."

"Wait, why was Allison there? You know what; just tell me the whole story."

"Whoever the Alpha is texted her, pretending to be me, telling her to go to the school. She showed up with Jackson and Lydia and we were all stuck there. I lied and told them that it was Derek trying to kill us," Scarlett tensed at the mention of Derek. "And when I left them in a classroom Allison freaked…the Alpha i-it forced me to change Scar. It tried to get me to kill all of them…and-and if you had been there then it would've made me try to kill you as well."

"But you didn't Scott. You didn't. You fought it and they are alive because of you." Scarlett placed a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder. "What exactly did Allison say?"

"She said not to call her…it-it's not that bad, is it? It just means she wants some separation, right?" He asked, his voice filled with worry.

Scarlett knew exactly what was meant by 'don't call me.' Allison had broken up with him. And as much as she wanted to be angry with her brother, like always, she couldn't bear to tell him the truth. Maybe they would get back together and maybe they wouldn't, but she wasn't going to be the one to tell him that the latter was a possibility.

"Yeah. It's just a break Scott; don't worry too much about it." She gave him a sad smile and got off of the bed, walking back to her own room.

It had been two days since what happened at the school and with her and Derek…and she only just found out what had happened. Scott had been moping and he hadn't been in the mood to talk to anyone, she couldn't blame him though, it sounded like he had a rough time. Scarlett wasn't talking much either. She was still pissed at the fact she went to save Derek instead of sticking with Scott and Stiles. She should've been with them when they went through all of that and she also could've saved herself from being used like she was nothing. It was her own fault for being so stupid but like she had told herself the other day; she was going to power through it.

She went about getting ready for work. Maybe talking to customers and Mary would take her mind off of things.

"Love you mom." She said, kissing Melissa on the cheek and hurrying out the door.

"Love you too Scar!" Melissa called out after her.

Scarlett started the car and turned up the music, singing as loud as she could. Her windows were down slightly so she gained some looks from people walking but she ignored them. The drive to the café wasn't that long but it was long enough for her to end up singing so much that her voice had gone. That wasn't good.

She turned down the music and pulled into the parking lot of Aroma Dolce. After cutting the engine she sat there for a minute with her hands on the wheel, staring out of the windshield. No matter how hard she tried to forget about what happened, she couldn't. What Derek had said hurt her and she wasn't just about to get over that…but what was the point of dwelling? She couldn't do anything about it. And she was going to be late. She sighed and got out of the car, heading to the back door of the café.

"Hey there pumpkin," Mary greeted her before checking her watch. "You're a little later than usual, everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine." Scarlett gave the most convincing smile she could. Mary narrowed her eyes slightly but she could tell that Scarlett didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her so she decided not to push it.

"So, you go back to school on Monday?" Mary asked, following Scarlett to the counter where they served the customers.

"Oh yeah, we do." The entire school had been given two days off so that the police could investigate the murder of one of the janitors. It was all over the news. "I'm kinda glad about it too. School gives me something to do."

"I feel ya sugar. I liked school when I was there." The two of them smiled at each other and then Scarlett started taking orders.

After a few people had been served, Allison appeared in line making Scarlett's blood run cold. Not because of Allison but because of who she was with.

"Hey Scar." Allison greeted.

"Hi Allison…I uh- I heard about everything, how are you doing with that?" Scarlett asked nervously.

Allison seemed to get upset but she plastered a smile on her face anyway. "Um, good, yeah…oh, this is my aunt Kate, by the way." Allison said, changing the subject and gesturing to the woman beside her. The woman who just so happened to be the same Kate that almost killed Derek. "Kate, this is Scarlett…Scott's sister."

"You two have the same adorable brown eyes." Kate said with a smile. She seemed nice but Scarlett could tell it was an act. Even if Scarlett didn't know who she really was, she would still sense something off about her.

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Although, I think Scott's are a lot less doe-like." Scarlett said with a small and fake laugh.

"I guess you're right."

"Anyway, what can I get you guys?" She asked, trying to act as normal as possible. She thanked her lucky stars that Kate hadn't seen her that day.

"Two skinny lattes." Kate replied, obviously ordering for Allison as well.

"That all?" They both shook their heads. "Are you sitting in?"

Kate looked at Allison and Allison shook her head slightly. "No, we'll take them to go."

"That's two-sixty." They paid and then Scarlett went about making the coffees, still feeling nervous as hell. When she was finished she handed them over to the two Argents. "It was good meeting you Kate. I'll see you at school then Allison?"

"It was great meeting you sweetie. Say hi to Scott for me." Scarlett nodded, trying to avoid Kate's calculating gaze.

"Yeah, I'll see you at school." Allison said with a sad smile before the two of them left and Scarlett let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She turned and jumped when she saw Mary standing right behind her with a raised brow.

"Awful jumpy there Scar…you sure you're okay?"

"I'm uh, I'm fine." She muttered, turning around again. "I'm fine." Of course she wasn't fine. Not when she had just been in the presence of a psycho who also happened to be her friend's aunt. That wasn't something she was okay with. It kinda freaked her out.

'Beacon Hills High School is back open after being close Thursday and Friday. The police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale…"

"Nope." Scarlett slammed her hand down on the radio, shutting it up. "Alleged killer my ass." She mumbled. Where the hell was Derek hiding anyway? Not that she cared or anything, she was just curious as to why the cops hadn't found him.

She got up and heard talking in Scott's room so she went across the hall to join in the conversation.

"I've been through a few break-ups myself. Disastrous ones-"

"I don't care about your break-ups mom." Scott interrupted Melissa as Scarlett hugged her.

"Don't be such a dick Scott." Scarlett scolded him, still hugging Melissa who nudged her whispering 'language.' Scarlett shrugged and looked back at Scott.

"I'm gonna get her back." He said, closing the bathroom door. Melissa sighed and looked at Scarlett.

"He's in denial." She whispered. Melissa rolled her eyes and the two of them walked out of Scott's room together, making their way downstairs.

"How are you feeling? You aren't having boy troubles are you?" Melissa asked as Scarlett took a seat at the kitchen table.

Yes. She was most definitely having boy troubles but she didn't want to tell her mom about it. "Nope. I have sworn off boys." Scarlett said, waving her hand for emphasis.

"Are you into girls now?" Melissa asked, looking dead serious before she burst out laughing.

"Maybe." Scarlett shrugged.

"Oh, really? That…that's a change-" Melissa started stammering but Scarlett stopped her with a laugh.

"I'm kidding mom."

"Oh!" Melissa put a hand on her chest. "I mean, I would still love you if you did sweetheart…so, pancakes?" She asked with a smile, changing the subject.

"Pancakes." Scarlett agreed with a smile of her own.

Scarlett sped up her pace slightly so she could catch up with Allison and Lydia who were just walking out of class.

"Do you think I made the wrong decision?" She heard Allison ask.

"The wrong decision about what?" She asked, joining in the conversation.

"About-"

"That jacket and that dress? Yes." Lydia said, giving Allison's outfit a look of distaste.

"No, about…Scott." Allison said softly before looking at Scarlett. "I'm sorry, is it weird if I talk about that with you? I mean, Scott is your brother…"

"No, it's fine. Just because he's my brother doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop listening to your problems with him. As long as you keep it away from the bedroom and everything." Scarlett joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit. She was feeling good, which was unusual. That morning she had sat with her mom and they had eaten pancakes and just talked. There wasn't a lot of time for that anymore considering they were never really home at the same time.

Allison let a small smile grace her lips before Lydia spoke up. "He locked us in a room and left us for dead. He's lucky we aren't pressing charges."

"Look, I know that you think it was a bad move on Scott's part for doing that but I'm sure he had his reasons." Scarlett said, defending her twin even though she knew he wouldn't do the same for her.

"You weren't there Scar. You didn't go through what we did." Lydia said a little rudely. Allison nudged her and gave her a look.

"You're right. I wasn't, but I should've been." Scarlett replied, looking down. "And I also know Scott. He had a reason."

"Where were you anyway? I called you like a bunch of times and you didn't pick up…were you with someone?" Lydia asked, getting much too excited. Scarlett sucked in a sharp breath before looking back at her.

"Nope. I was at home, relaxing, and my phone was turned off."

"Hmm…" Lydia didn't look convinced but she didn't have time to say anything else as Allison and Scarlett headed into a class that Lydia wasn't in with them. They had a test to do. A Chemistry test.

They both took their seats and waited for the rest of the students to arrive. Scarlett watched as Scott walked up to Allison and tried to talk to her but was quickly cut off by Mr Harris telling him to sit down.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now by writing your name on the cover of the book." Scarlett wrote her name down before Mr Harris began talking again. "However, as happens every year…one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover making me question my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin."

Scarlett rolled her eyes and opened the book, starting on the first question. Were they really calling this a test? It was pretty damn easy. She flew through the questions, answering every single one until she noticed Scott jump up and rush out of class. She scrunched her face up in confusion as did the rest of the class.

"Mr McCall!" Mr Harris shouted after him. Scarlett was torn between answering the last few questions and going after her brother. "Mr Stilinski!" She watched as Stiles ran out as well and she sighed, quickly finishing the questions and picking up her bag, following the two of them out. "Miss McCall!"

"Scott!" Scarlett shouted when she was out of the classroom. She didn't see Scott, she just saw Stiles who turned to look at her. He had his phone to his ear, obviously trying to call Scott. They both looked at each other when they heard his ringtone coming from somewhere nearby.

Without speaking, they followed the noise until they got to the boys' locker room where they heard the shower as well as Scott's phone.

Stiles turned to Scarlett, giving her an uneasy look. "Stay close." He whispered. She moved closer to him as they walked further into the locker room. She knew that they were both thinking the same thing…that Scott had shifted and was now wolfed-out in there. They saw his stuff sitting on one of the benches. Slowly, they crept closer to the showers and sighed with relief when they saw Scott was still human.

"Scotty…" Scarlett said, making her way to Scott who was breathing heavily.

"Scarlett…Stiles…I-I can't." He rasped out.

"What's happening, are you changing?" Stiles asked.

"N-no, I can't…breathe." Scarlett stepped closer to him and put her hands on his shoulders as he started to fall.

"Hey, hey…you can. You can breathe." She said reassuringly. He just kept shaking his head until Stiles intervened.

"Here, give him this." He said, handing her Scott's inhaler. She was confused but she didn't question it, she just gave the inhaler to Scott. He used it and then his breathing was back to normal.

"I was having an asthma attack?" He asked, standing up straighter. Scarlett took a step back.

"I thought you didn't get those anymore?"

"No, he was having a panic attack but thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack…irony." Stiles said.

"How'd you know to do that?" Scott questioned.

"I used to get them after my mom died…not fun, huh?" Scarlett gave Stiles a sad look.

Scott gave him the same look before he spoke again. "I-I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." I know the feeling…Scarlett thought.

"That's called heartbreak. There's about two billion songs written about it." Stiles sighed and Scarlett smirked.

"I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well, you can think about this; her dad's a werewolf hunter and…you're a werewolf so it was bound to become an issue…that wasn't helpful." Stiles said. "Ah, dude, you got dumped. It's supposed to suck."

"Very true." Scarlett added in.

"No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything else in the room, everyone else's emotions…like you Scar," Scarlett's eyes snapped to her brother. "You're upset about something and you're beating yourself up over it."

"Wh-no I'm not." She protested. He gave her an incredulous look. "I'm not."

"Doesn't matter…it's gotta be the full moon." Scarlett was thankful when Stiles got the spotlight away from her. "We'll chain you up in your room later just like we planned. That way when the Alpha, who's your boss, can't get to you either."

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room."

"Why is that?" Scarlett asked.

"Because if I get out…I think I might kill someone." Scott said grimly. His words chilled Scarlett to the bone. She couldn't imagine Scott killing anyone. That's just not who he was.

Brooke glared at Scarlett as they both made their way out onto the field for practice.

"What's her problem with you anyway?" One of Scarlett's friends, Taylor, asked.

Scarlett shook her head, ignoring Brooke. "I have no idea." She walked over to Scott and Stiles who were sitting on the bench, waiting for lacrosse practice to start.

"Scarlett!" Stiles shouted, jumping up to greet her.

"Stiles…" She said, leaning back slightly and giving him a strange look.

"I just made first line. I just made first line! Oh, and Scott got co-captain." Scarlett's eyes widened and she smiled.

"Are you serious? How the hell did that happen?"

"Pinkeye." Stiles said simply. Scarlett shrugged and nodded, high-fiving him.

"Good enough. I bet Jackson is seething." She laughed, looking at Jackson and then at Scott.

"He is." Scott said lowly. Scarlett looked at him and realised he didn't look right. There was something off about him. He seemed to be in a darker state of mind. Maybe it was just the effects of the full moon.

"Okay…well, have a good practice guys." She said warily before making her way back to the squad.

"So, Scott is looking really hot lately." Taylor said, gazing at Scott. Scarlett turned to her slowly and scrunched her face up.

"That is my brother. I find that disgusting." She said, shuddering. "And besides, he's caught up in another girl…sorry Taylor."

"Hmm…" Taylor shrugged and the two of them got into position with the rest of the cheerleaders.

Halfway through the routine, Scarlett did was doing a flip up in the air and when she came back down, she ended up falling to the ground and landing on her arm in awkward position. She let out a small whimper and clutched her arm as everyone else surrounded her.

"Oh my God, Scarlett! Are you okay? Do you need to go the hospital? Is it broken?" People kept asking questions but she was only focused on the pain. It definitely wasn't broken, but Brooke's nose would be because she was the one who dropped her.

Scarlett got up with the help of the others and she looked murderous.

"What the hell?!" She shouted at Brooke who was standing with her arms folded.

"What?"

"You dropped me on purpose you bitch!" Brooke continued to give Scarlett a blank look.

"No I didn't. You fell." She shrugged. Scarlett lunged forward, making Brooke jump back, but people grabbed her from behind, preventing her from doing Brooke any harm.

"Maybe you should just sit out, make sure your arm is okay." Taylor said calmingly, trying to lead Scarlett to the bench. Scarlett shrugged her hand off roughly and glared at Brooke before walking over to where the lacrosse practice was taking place. She couldn't stand to be around the cheer squad any longer.

She held her arm close to her as she watched the boys play. Scott looked like he was playing a little rougher than usual. When he didn't get past the other players the first time, he went again and that time he knocked straight into Danny who then fell, groaning in pain.

Scarlett's eyes widened and she, along with everyone else that was hanging around, rushed over and surrounded Danny. When she saw that Danny was being helped, she walked over to Scott and Stiles.

"Why the hell did you do that?" She asked Scott.

"What? He's like twice the size of me." He shrugged it off, not seeming to care that he just seriously injured one of his team members.

"Yeah, but everybody likes Danny." Stiles said. Scott rolled his eyes and then noticed Scarlett's arm which was all scraped up.

"What happened to you?" He asked. He didn't sound caring, he sounded angry.

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"Who did that to you Scarlett?"

"I fell, Scott." She said, not wanting to get worked up over Brooke again.

"Chill buddy, it's just a scrape. She's fine." Stiles said warily, before he led Scarlett away from Scott to give him time to cool off.

"What's wrong with him?" Scarlett asked.

"I think it's the full moon…I hope it's the full moon." Stiles said, looking over at Jackson and Lydia. Scarlett watched as Lydia wiped her lipstick from where it had been obscured and she narrowed her eyes. Stiles watched as well and when it clicked, he looked back at Scott and grit his teeth together. When she saw him do that, Scarlett took a guess at what had happened and she felt bad for Stiles. That was a dick move on Scott's part.

Scarlett took Stiles' arm and gave him a sympathetic look. "Come on." She said and they walked away from the crowd, both of them pissed at different things.

"And you'll lock the door?" Melissa questioned.

"I will lock the door." Scarlett nodded. Melissa smiled and she kissed Scarlett's forehead, walking away to get her keys. They both looked up when they heard the door open.

"Scott?" Melissa called out, walking around to see if it was her son. It wasn't. Instead it was Stiles, giving her a sheepish look.

"Stiles." He said.

Melissa let out an uncomfortable laugh and pointed to the key in Stiles' hand. "Key."

"Yeah! I had one made so…"

Scarlett shrugged. "Somehow, I don't find that surprising."

"Yeah…it scares me but it doesn't surprise me." Melissa agreed as Stiles dropped a duffel bag on the floor.

"What is that?" Melissa asked as Scarlett walked over to them with her tea.

"It's uh…a school project." Stiles said. Scarlett scoffed quietly and Stiles gave her a 'shut up' look.

"Uh-huh," Melissa looked between the two teens. "He's okay…right?"

"Who, Scott? Yeah, he's great." Stiles answered.

"He just…doesn't talk to me anymore. Not like he used to. Not like Scar does."

Scarlett gave her mom a side hug. "It's not just you mom. He doesn't talk to me anymore either."

Melissa rubbed Scarlett's back and kissed the top of her head. "Okay…well, you two be careful tonight."

Scarlett pulled away and she nodded. "You too." She and Stiles said simultaneously.

"Full moon." Melissa said, making both of their eyes widen.

"What?"

"There's uh a full moon tonight…you should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nut-jobs." She laughed slightly.

"Oh, right." Scarlett sighed with relief.

"You know, it's actually where they came up with the word 'lunatic.'" Melissa informed them before walking out the door.

"Hmm." Scarlett shrugged. "What's really in the bag?"

Stiles bent down and opened up the duffel, pulling out chains.

"Thought so." She nodded, walking up the stairs with him following behind. "Just, uh, shout if you need me." Scarlett said, heading into her room.

"Will do."

Scarlett smiled and she closed her door, set her tea down and threw herself on the bed. She looked at her arm which was all bandaged up, thanks to her mom. It stung like hell but it wasn't completely unbearable. She closed her eyes and lay there for a few minutes, just relaxing before she heard shouting coming from Scott's room. Her eyes flew open and she rushed out the door.

"I'm protecting you from yourself and giving you some payback…for making out with Lydia." Scarlett caught onto the end of what Stiles was saying as she entered the room. He was standing by the door, talking to Scott who was handcuffed to the radiator.

"Scarlett…make him let me go." Scott said pleadingly.

"Don't." Stiles said, looking at her and then Scott.

"Sorry Scotty, but this is for your own good."

"Fine. Don't let me out you bitch." Scarlett's eyes widened. "You're so selfish Scarlett. You always have been. It's no wonder you don't have any friends…everybody hates you. You're completely worthless. I hate you!" Scott shouted making Scarlett cringe. She felt the strong urge to cry because it honestly felt like Scott was saying the things she was feeling about herself...Like he knew exactly what she had been thinking the past few days and he was just voicing it. But…it wasn't really Scott saying those things. Surely he didn't actually think that.

"He's lying Scar…don't listen." Stiles said, retrieving something from the duffel and leading her out of the room.

Scarlett wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, shaking off what Scott had said. "What is that?" She asked, gesturing to Stiles' hands.

"This," Stiles held up a dog bowl that said 'Scott' on it. "Is for Scott." He ran down stairs and got a water bottle before running back up to meet Scarlett who was leaning against the wall.

She followed Stiles back into Scott's room. "I got you some water." Stiles said, holding up the bowl and pouring the water into it before giving it to Scott. Scarlett shook her head and walked back out, leaning against the wall again.

"I'm gonna kill you!" She heard Scott shout. She then heard the sound of the bowl clattering to the floor.

"You kissed her, Scott! You kissed Lydia! That's my-like the one girl that I ever- and you know, the past three hours I've been thinking 'it's probably just the full moon and he doesn't even know what he's doing. Tomorrow, he'll be back to normal and he won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been." Stiles said.

Everything went quiet and then she heard Scott say something. "She kissed me."

"What?"

"I didn't kiss her…she kissed me." Stiles left the room and stood beside Scarlett before sliding down the wall. "She would've done a lot more too…should've seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would've done anything I wanted. Anything!" Scott shouted.

Scarlett cringed and she slid down to sit beside Stiles, taking his arm and leaning her head against his shoulder. It looked as if he was the one comforting her but in reality, it was the other way around.

They sat in silence for a while before they heard Scott talking again. "Stiles…I'm sorry, it's the full moon I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. Please Stiles let me out…Scarlett, it's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison...breaking up with me. I know that it's not just 'taking a break.' She broke up with me. And it's killing me."

Scarlett's heart bled for her twin. She knew it was rough for him. Having to deal with all the werewolf crap on top of having to deal with his first love breaking up with him…it pained her to know that he was pained.

"I feel hopeless…just, please, let me out."

"I can't." Stiles whispered. They heard Scott moving about and then he started screaming and Scarlett buried her head into Stiles' shoulder while he covered his ears. Both of them were trying to block out the noise because it was too painful to listen to. Scarlett was frustrated that she wasn't able to do anything. She wasn't able to help her brother and she was on the verge of tears again, as was Stiles.

Their heads snapped up when the screaming stopped and they heard a noise. "Scott, you okay?"

Stiles helped Scarlett up and they both went into Scott's room only to find the handcuffs broken and Scott no longer there.

"Shit." Stiles swore before the two of them ran downstairs and out the door to Stiles' jeep.

"Where is he, Stiles?" Scarlett asked nervously, continuing to look out of all the windows of the jeep as they drove.

"I don't know." Stiles replied, sounding frustrated. "What the…" Scarlett looked straight ahead and saw the flashing lights of police cars and an ambulance. Stiles cut the engine on the jeep and they both jumped out. "Dad!" Stiles shouted, searching for the Sheriff.

Scarlett followed behind him, whipping her head around too. "Dad?" Stiles asked, looking around all the cops. One of them put a hand on Stiles' shoulder, giving him a grim look. He shrugged the person off and made his way over to the gurney that was carrying a dead body. He looked at it and then he heard a voice behind him.

"Stiles?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. Stiles and Scarlett both sighed with relief as Stiles hugged his dad. Scarlett was glad the Sheriff wasn't dead but at the same time she was still freaking out about Scott. She had to find him before he hurt himself or someone else.

"What are the two of you doing out here?" The Sheriff asked.

"Uh, well…we were on a late night drive." Stiles answered.

"And where's Scott?"

"We were on our way to pick him up. From Allison's house." Scarlett quickly came up with a believable lie. She wanted to get out of there.

"Exactly." Stiles agreed.

The Sheriff gave them an incredulous look. "Go home." He sighed.

"Yes sir." Stiles said, taking Scarlett's arm and leading her back to the jeep.

"Do you think he maybe went back home? I mean, we've been out here for like, ever." Scarlett said.

"I don't know…maybe. I'll drive you back and then I'll see if I can find him on the way home." Stiles told her, starting the car.

When they got back to Scarlett's, Stiles let her out and told her that Scott would show up at some point and not to worry.

"Thanks Stiles. You know, you're a better friend then what you get credit for." She said with a smile. He blushed slightly and smiled.

"I know." Scarlett laughed and she shut the door, waving to him as he drove away. When Scarlett looked up at the house she saw that the light in Scott's room was on and she rushed in. She almost tripped and fell on the stairs but she kept going.

"Scott!" She shouted, running into his room. "Scott!" She came to a halt when she saw Derek standing in front of Scott. He turned to look at her and seeing him hit her like a ton of bricks but she ignored him and when straight to her brother, checking to make sure he was unharmed. She put her hands on his face, moving it from side to side. "Are you okay? Where did you go? I swear to God if you ever do that again I'll kick your ass and-"

"Scar." He said, gripping her hands and taking them away from her face. "I'm fine."

"Has the entire douchebag attitude washed away then?" Scott laughed slightly.

"Yeah…look, I'm sorry about what I said. I di-I didn't mean any of it, you know that right?" He asked.

Scarlett nodded. "I know. I'm just glad you're back. You should um, call Stiles and apologise to him as well."

"I will." Scott nodded.

"Good. Well, it's been an eventful night so I'm gonna head to bed." She said quietly, making her way to the door. She looked at Derek expectantly and he moved out of the way.

"Night Scar."

"Night Scotty." She gave him another small smile and walked to her room. She sat on her bed and stared at the wall. Derek was in her house. And she hadn't seen him since…well since the 'incident.' She wasn't too keen on him being around and seeing him had made her slightly uncomfortable. Hopefully he would just leave.

She took a deep breath and calmed her nerves, getting up and walking into the bathroom to have a shower.

In the shower she leaned her head against the wall, trying to just forget everything and let the hot water wash all of her troubles away. Eventually it worked and she relaxed. No more thoughts of Derek or the full moon or anything werewolf related. Instead, she thought about what she could wear tomorrow and about what she would get on her chemistry test. She thought about what other normal teenagers did.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her towel around herself, walking out of the bathroom. She jumped and gripped the towel tighter when she saw Derek sitting on her bed.

"Do you mind?!" She hissed. It's not as if he hadn't seen her naked before but he decided to be respectful and he closed her eyes while she quickly got changed. "Is there a reason for you being here or do you just enjoy pissing me off?"

"I just wanted to apologise-"

"An apology? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He cringed at the harshness in her voice. He shouldn't be there, he knew that but it had been days since he'd seen her and he couldn't live with himself for hurting her. The fact that he had willingly pushed her away killed him inside and he just couldn't do it anymore. It was selfish, yes, but he couldn't stay away. "We had sex and then you told me that it was completely meaningless. Not only did that make me feel like some kind of whore but you also ruined any so called 'friendship' that we had going."

"Scarlett-"

"Get out." She snapped.

"No, just listen-"

"No. I want you to leave. I want you to stop talking to me and I want you to leave me alone. Help Scott all you want, just make sure that you don't bother me whilst doing so."

"Look, I know that you're hurt but-"

"How would you know? Why do you just presume to know what I'm feeling huh? Because you don't. You have no clue. What you did…it humiliated me and I hate you for it." That wasn't exactly the truth. She didn't hate Derek. She was just so pissed at him and who the hell was he to think he could come in there and start trying to tell her how she felt?

Derek stood up and got closer to Scarlett making her take a cautious step back. "Would you just shut up and listen?"

Scarlett huffed and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. But I did it for your own good." He said, pointing at her.

"My own go-"

"No. It's my turn to talk." Scarlett glared at him but let him continue. "What we did…it was a spur of the moment thing and I shouldn't have let it happen. I should've stopped it before it got too far but I didn't because I wasn't thinking straight. After it…I realised that it had been a mistake and I freaked. All I want is for you to be safe, to be kept out of harm and-and us screwing? Not the way to do that."

Scarlett's gaze softened slightly as she took in what he was saying. He cared about her. He wanted her to be safe. Why did he have to be such a dick about it though?

"Der-"

"I'm not finished." He said, taking her face between his hands and searching her eyes. Her breath hitched at the closeness. "I need you to be safe. I need to protect you and at the same time I don't want to lose whatever friendship we have. I fucked up saying that to you but it wasn't true. It was stupid. I was stupid for hurting you. It's asking a lot but I just, I need your forgiveness and-"

She cut him off by reaching up and pressing her lips to his. It was a gentle kiss. Sweet and soft. Nothing like the kisses they had shared the other night. She knew she was giving in too easily, but this was Derek…and he just, well, he meant a hell of a lot to her and she couldn't stand to remain angry at him. Especially when he had just admitted that he actually wanted her to be safe and he had given her an apology. A real apology…Something that was very rare from him.

"I'm not completely forgiving you yet. You need to work for that." She said with a small smile, still holding onto the back of his neck. He grinned and nodded.

"I can accept that."

"Good. Now get the hell out." She said, pushing him away and walking to her bed. He shook his head at her and rolled his eyes, going to the window.

"Goodnight Scarlett."

"Night Hale." He smiled into the darkness and jumped from the window.