A/N.
Later than i wanted it to be but here it is chapter five.
To Mistress1296, That was not my plan but you have given me an idea. Scott was born a were-wolf but the gene was dormant. He's not from the Hale pack but another pack. More I won't tell, it will spoil the story.
Thanks to Izi Wilson and Mistress1296 for the reviews.

Chapter five.
Shelter me.

"Hold me tight in my moments of darkness."

"It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. "
―Colette

As soon as he heard the fragile beat of the younger wolfs hear, Derek was on his legs and by Scott's side in less of a second. He reached out with his left hand and softly petted the teen's cheek, scared that everything might just be a dream and Scott was really dead.

A relieved breath was heard and he turned his head to look at the vet. Deaton was covered in dirt, his hands were bloodied and shaking, to Derek he looked like he had just been through hell.

"Will he make it?" the Alpha dared to ask.

Deaton sighed, "He will need plenty of rest. Don't let his mother see him, she doesn't know. Be the Alpha Peter wasn't." Deaton casted him a look, "Be his brother."

He ignored the uptick of the vet's heart when he that that Scott's mother didn't know.

A ring from the phone in Derek's pocket broke the silence.

"Yes," the Alpha answered.

"Derek, when do you come back?" He could hear panting on the other end of the phone, and the sound of chains being moved.

"Isaac. Soon, give me an hour then I'll be back." He said.

He had forgotten the other beta. He stood for a second trying to remember how Isaac had called him when the pup had been chained up but then he remembered that he hadn't taken the beta's phone away.

He looked at the unconscious form of the wolf that continued to refuse an Alpha before looking at Deaton again. "Can I take him home," he asked again, ignoring that the vet had said "Be his brother."

At the vet's nod, Derek carefully snaked his arms around Scott and lifted him up, completely ignoring the blood that coated the young wolf.

"Thank you," he said and left the clinic.

As he started to run back to the lair, he cursed that he didn't take the car. Sheltering Scott from the wind, he started to jog through the forest, taking care to not jostle the young beta.

He kicked the metal door open and walked sideways down the stairs. As he took the last step of the stairs, Scott whimpered in pain, causing Derek to clutch the teen closer and whisper small words of comfort. He walked into the train and right past Isaac who perked up when he saw Scott and Derek.

The Alpha laid the pained wolf down on serval layers of sheets and quilts and petted his hair away from his eyes, smiling a little when the pup turned his head in the direction the petting came from. His mood turned sour when he looked at the bandage that the vet had wrapped around Scott's head to prevent further injury and damage.

Sighing and shaking his head, he walked out to Isaac and began to unchain the youngest wolf, aware that he was ignoring the questions that the teen had, but right now he didn't know he were capable of talking about Scott without wanting to kill the Argent's for what they had done.

"Derek," a small voice broke the silence and he looked up at Isaac.

"Not now, I need to calm down first, okay?" he said as he took the last chain away and moved it to the corner of the room, for now he was forgetting everything about it.

Isaac nodded and stood up, "Where do you want me?"

Cursing himself for forgetting that Isaac didn't live with him he said, "Go home, I'll call you if anything happens." He nodded in the direction of the door and watched as the other wolf took off.

He fished up Scott's phone and went through the teen's contact list, his finger hovering over the name Melissa for just a second before pushing down on it. He barely had to wait a second before the woman took the phone.

"Scott?" her panicked voice sounded.

"Melissa, it's Derek Hale. There's something I need to tell you," he started out, his voice shaking just a bit, and he
hated it.

"Hale," she said, but it didn't sound like a question, just a sign to move on with the speech.

"Great," he mumbled to himself, before turning to the phone again.

"You know what you son is?" he asked. If she knew the Hale name, then there was a very high chance that she knew about were-wolves too. It would make everything easier, but also harder.

"Yes I do, now where is my son," she demanded, her voice raising a little.

He looked back at Scott, his wolf whining at the sight of their pained brother.

"Scott's not good right now." He sighed, "I think this conversation will be easier if we could see each other. Come to the abandoned train depot, that's where I live now."

After confirming the place, Derek hanged up and walked back into his room and sat down beside the injured wolf.

A whimper from the teen got the Alpha's attention and he inched closer to the pup. "Scott," he whispered and laid his hand on the teen's shoulder. Suddenly Scott opened his mouth and an almost soundless scream sounded from him as his back arched off the floor and he began to trash. Jumping into action, Derek pinned the trashing wolf under him and let out a roar, forcing Scott to back down and let the Alpha take over.

It worked but not like Derek had hoped it would. Scott stopped fighting and his body went rigid. As soon as he let go, Scott tried to crawl away, but fell flat to the floor with a pained yelp and a whimper escaped the pup's mouth.

Carefully he made his way over to Scott and got down on his knees, "Your mother is coming in about an hour. She knows what you are," he took a deep breath and continued brokenly "I can't take care of you myself, not when you have been through what they did to you out in the forest."

It wasn't easy for Derek to admit that he needed help with taking care of someone who was pack but he had to admit that for Scott he would do anything.

Scott's head shot up when he mentioned the forest, his expression scared and Derek couldn't take it so he took Scott in a tight embrace and whispered, "I know what happened. Let us help you." He smiled a little, "Your mother's not as blind as you think she is," he continued as he kept hugging the younger wolf. Scott had finally allowed himself to cry and Derek held him tight as sobs wrecked his body.

Speaking of said woman, Derek heard the metal door open and began to pry Scott off him, saying "Your mother is here, how about I talk to her first." It wasn't really a question but he still waited for Scott to nod before he stood up and made his way out to talk with the pup's mother.

"Melissa," he said with a nod as he moved to stand in front of the teen's mother. She was dressed in jeans and a shirt, her hair was wild. Derek guessed that his call had waked her up.

"Hale. What did they do to my son?"

He could feel her eyes on him, taking in all the blood and dirt he was covered in, and finally they came to a rest on his face, her features softening into a small smile.

"Scott's not my son," she said.

Derek sucked in a sharp breath but kept quiet.

"I adopted him when he was five." Derek could see tears form in her eyes and took a step forward and yanking her down to sit.

"He was in the hospital. The doctor's didn't know if he would make it, they had saved him from a house fire out in the woods. I was his assigned nurse. He had burns covering his entire body, smoke in his lungs." She looked up at Derek, "But he woke up. He didn't remember anything, and I remember how scared he was, he said something was missing. I adopted him after that."

Melissa looked down, sniffing a little before continuing her talk.

"He was born a wolf, but the gene went dormant after the fire. . ." she stopped speaking after looking up at Derek.

He didn't know what his face showed but he knew he was pale, "Was he in the Hale fire?" he asked, shivering and he tried to remember someone small, someone like Scott.

"Yes," Melissa said. "I won't demand anything from you than fixing my son; he still carries the scar from the fire. Leave the Argent's to me." Her voice hard, a promise of death and destruction to those who dared harm her loved ones.

With that Melissa McCall left the lair.

Derek stood frozen to the ground. All he could think about was that the young wolf he had smashed into walls, yelled at and fought against, had been in the fire, had been his brother.

A hitch of breath sounded from behind him and he turned sharply around and came face to face with Scott. The young teen were pale and shivering, blood had started to stain the bandage around his head and he continued to let out small whimpers of pain.

"You shouldn't be up," he said as he laid his hands on the teen's shoulders, his shivering creasing for a second before returning.

"I had a dream," he heard him mutter before Scott turned his head down so he wasn't looking at the Alpha anymore. The scent of shame filled the air and as Derek took a deep breath he caught the dying scent of fear.

"Hey pup, nothing to be ashamed of." He took Scott in an embrace while he whispered words of comfort. After a minute he led the teen inside the train again. Scott resisted when Derek tried to get him to lie down but had to give up when the Alpha flashed his eyes.

"Scott, you got shot in the head, I felt my bond to you snap so weather you like it or not, you are my beta, your wolf has accepted me as your Alpha, please," he said as he finally got Scott down, the teen yelping in pain.

"Okay," he heard him whisper.

The Alpha gave a relived sigh and laid his hand around Scott's wrist, his veins turning black as he took the pain Scott was in, hissing in pain Derek released the teen and sat down against the wall, his eyes never once straying from the form of Scott.

"He still carries the scar from the fire."

Shifting he opened his mouth, closing it again before he finally just decided to say what he wanted.

"What do you remember from your dream?"

Scott turned to look at him, his eyes fearful.

"I remember nothing," he answered, ignoring that his heartrate spiked when he spoke.

"Bullshit. You can trust me Scott." He tried to coax him.

He heard the pup sigh, "The worst thing is that I remember before the fire an. . . ." Scott broke off with a heavy sob and Derek heard him whimper. In a heartbeat he had embraced the teen and just held him tight.

"I'M SORRY!" he screamed and started to claw at his arms but was stopped when Derek pinned the young wolfs arms to his side and then he just held on.

"It's okay Scott, it's okay, easy kiddo, easy," he said lowly and rubbed Scott's back.

After half an hour, he could feel Scott relax against him and the heave breathing against his throat told him that he had fallen asleep. When he tried to pry Scott's arms around him away, the teen whined and just tightened his hold. Derek chuckled "Scott, let go of me," he said, his voice laced with command. He sighed when the arms around his neck let go and he laid Scott back down on the bed, covering him with a quilt.

Scott was his brother.

The door to the open world slammed open and he saw Isaac run down the stairs, "Derek, somethings happened?" his beta said with panic in his voice.

The Alpha stood up and walked up to his beta, his eyes bleeding crimson as he began to calm down the shivering
teen.

"What happened!" demand and order dominating his voice.

Isaac was breathing fast and his eyes starred at Derek's.

Something killed my father."

Derek nodded before he led the young wolf inside the train and told him to sleep on a madras that was in the corner, dusty and old.

"We'll figure it out," was all he said, before walking back to Scott and joined his beta's in their sleep.

A/N.
Puh, that was one of my longer chapters. As I will now tell you, there will be a kanima, who it is, I won't tell you. There will be things that happen in S2 that I will ignore, some things I will write lightly other's not so lightly. There will be a war against the Argent's. Beware of angry Melissa.
Review, they will make my day. I managed to write a chapter that didn't have Scott dying.