A/N.
Okay so this chapter came a little earlier than I expected. I can almost for certain say that this will be so much better than chapter 12.
Not so much full moon over it but, *shrugs*. I decided to be a little cruel instead.
Thank you so much to Jaylene Olebar for the help, more like idea. What would I do without you?
Thank you so much to Izi Wilson for the review. Yes I did use your name as Isaac's nick name.
GFM, yeah, don't skip chapters; last chapter was forced out of me, writer's block, so that's why it doesn't really make much sense, to me. Thank you for your review.
Chapter thirteen.
Past in the present.
"Nothing would hurt me more
than to watch what happened in
the past, happen all over again.
And not being able to stop it."
Derek POV.
He could feel nothing. When he tried to open his eyes he was met by darkness.
He panicked and searched for the pups through their bond. He felt Isaac fast enough, he was in pain but from what Derek could feel, he was still alive. Before he could reach out for Scott he felt it.
A burning heat, a ringing in his ears and his mind registered fire.
"Fuck," he whispered and tried to move but almost howled at the intense white hot pain that shot through his entire body and rendered him unmoving again.
As he laid among the rubbles he could feel his wolf stir with anger. The Argents had blown it up. They had probably used a bomb of some kind. It hit him that Scott must have heard it since he had darted for the door.
But it had been too late, and neither of his pups had reacted for his howl of pain and he couldn't feel Scott. He tried to move again, he had to get away from the fire before it reached him.
By some sheer luck or miracle he felt the barely there pressure through the pack bond from Isaac, it was a scream of pain, his pup was hurting.
He whimpered and closed his eyes, there was nothing he could do, and he resigned himself to that fact that he would die down here, Isaac and Scott too. The full moon would not do them any favors, not when they were this hurt, this broken, it could not offer them the help they needed.
Scott POV.
No, no, no, his mind screamed as he was thrown away from the door by the blast of fire. This wasn't supposed to happen again, no now, not here.
He couldn't help but scream, it was bloodcurdling and so unhuman that it shocked Scott himself.
Already he could feel fire slick up his legs and he tried to kick away the flames but as soon as he moved his leg, another scream joined the first and now the fear sat in. His mind in the past, back at the fire that burned his entire childhood down, took away everything he had held dear.
Further away he heard a raw howl, it was one of pain and despair, it was his Alpha. He tried to howl back but had barely opened his mouth before he choked on the smoke from the fire, his lungs were burning and his fear of fire made it even worse, so much worse.
He couldn't stop the scream that came when the flames licked up his legs, making the jeans he wore melt into the skin and the only thing that went through his mind was that he was going to die, burning up like the rest of his family.
He felt a soft wave of reassurance and forced calmness in his mind and he sighed in relief, his Alpha was taking care of him, taking care of his pack.
"Dad," he whispered before he was lost to the darkness.
Derek POV.
He knew his eyes were red, knew that his wolf was pushing for survival, but he couldn't, he was in too much pain, he wondered if this was how his uncle felt when he was burned and suddenly he understood why the man had gone mad, this was just too much.
A howl tore through the rubbles, pain and hurt and he jerked his head so fast in the direction that he whimpered in pain, the howl was Scott, his brother.
He sent a hopefully reassuring wave of calmness through their shared bond, but didn't know if it was too late to calm the scared wolf.
He released a wheezing sound and tried to lean back against some of the cement, all while failing at ignoring the sharp stabbing pain all over his body, the dust in his lungs and the fire that was getting closer and closer to him.
He swore he could hear a howl nearby but he didn't react on it, he was already gone.
Peter POV.
Once upon a time I swore I had a heart
Long before the world I know tore it all apart
Once upon a time there was a part of me I shared
Years before they took away the part of me that cared.
He didn't know how, and to be honest he couldn't care any less than he already did.
All that mattered was making things right again. He had done everything in his power since he came back from the land of the dead, to keep trouble away from his nephew. Making sure that he could focus on Scott and only him.
He took a deep pained breath and began to small run in the direction that he knew Derek now lived in, an old abandoned underground train station.
A he got closer he scented the air, smelling something he had hoped he would never have to smell again.
Fire.
His entire body froze. No, this couldn't be true, this couldn't happen, not again, not now.
He snarled in anger and began to move forward again despite that every nerve in his body told him to turn around and run as far away as he possible could and never look back again.
He was so close he could smell and see the fire now. The entrence to the lair was engulfed in black heavy smoke.
A howl of pain and fear reached him and rattled his bones, making his wolf rise and he snarled again, only louder this time.
He lifted his shirt to shield his face from the smoke and pushed the door open.
The heavy smoke blew up in his face and he almost turned around, almost. He pushed forward and felt along the wall with a hand, hissing at the heat he felt.
He slowly walked down the broken stairs, how they were still there, he had no idea but he was happy that they were still somewhat intact.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to scent Scott or the other two wolves in the room, so he searched for the link he had once shared with Scott.
When he finally found it, he hit the ground with his knees, the panic, pain, hurt, fear and anger was so strong that it made Peter make a mad dash for the furthest corner of the ruins and in the direction of his pup.
He sees him in the rubble, flames licking his legs and torso and Peter can see his mouth open in one soundless scream as he slowly burns.
He snarls and let out a low growl. The sound sparked something in Scott and the pup stopped and Peter could see and feel the panic set in in the young wolf.
He ignored the flames and his pup's almost blackened skin as he pushed the heavy cement off Scott and took the pup under his armpits and dragged him as fast as he could out of the burning building, only briefly sparing his nephew and Isaac a thought.
As soon as they are out in the fresh night air, Peter takes a deep breath and looks down.
He shouldn't have done that.
The teen's pants was melted into the skin, as was his shirt but his lower body was the worst. He couldn't stop the whimper from escaping his lips and he let his ears strain to listen for the sound of Scott's heartbeat. He was ready to panic again but then he heard it. It was barely there, only a small sound over the roar of the flames.
He looked back at the old lair. Even if he didn't like it and would rather take Scott to Deaton, he couldn't just leave his nephew burning to death.
He wasn't that cruel.
He shook his head and returned his attention to Scott; he curled his fingers around the boy's burned wrist and let his veins flow black as he took the younger wolfs pain. It almost made him howl in pain, God; he didn't want Scott to know this kind of pain.
He heard a commotion behind him and turned sharply around, a snarl at the tip of his lips. He stopped as soon as he discovered his nephew dragging an unconscious Isaac out of the burning building.
Derek stopped and looked surprised at him before Peter heard him whisper lowly.
"We need to get them to Deaton, take my car, I'll run with Isaac," he said and nodded over to where the Camaro was parked.
He didn't need to be told twice. Without looking back, he carefully picked Scott up in his arms and with a prayer to the full moon that it would give his pup enough strength and the teen would be alright.
But he knew the chance was small, already as he drove, he could hear the already faint heartbeat of Scott getting weaker and weaker, making him push the car to the fastest.
He made the best parking of his life as he stopped the car and almost tore the door to the passenger seat off and pulled Scott out and ran to the back door of the animal clinic and banged on the door all while trying to hush Scott's crying whimpers and his own fear that the pup in his arms would die.
Luckily Derek ran up to his side, carrying Isaac in a similar way, his eyes dark and blood coated almost his entire body as he looked at the door with burning eyes. Like it would make it open faster.
"He's going to make it," Derek said and looked down at the ground, "We can't lose him again."
Peter didn't answer him cause in the same moment Deaton chose to open the door, his bright smile falling and his eyes darkening, "Argent's," he asked and led them into a room, guiding the two burned teen's to two separate tables.
Derek nodded, "Yes."
It was clear to all of them that Scott was the worst, so Deaton started with him.
Both Hales stood and watched as the vet tried to cut open Scott's shirt, the pup whimpered when the shirt pulled at the burned skin and Peter would have stepped forward if it hadn't been for Derek's hand on his shoulder and with a shake of his head, he fell back again.
It had taken hours to treat Scott. The lower part of his body had been the worst and Peter remembered all too clearly the words that Deaton had told them.
Deaton POV.
When he had finished dressing the last of Scott's wounds and burns, he turned around to take care of Isaac, the younger beta was better; he had not been in contact with the fire, only the cement when the blast had destroyed the building.
He gave the two men a strained smile, too tight, he knew but it was all he could offer at the moment.
"I can't do more for them. I do fear for Scott. He's angry, very angry from what you have told me," he said and nodded at Derek before he continued.
"I fear that he will become feral, the second fire might just be the thing that breaks him fully."
"Makes him like me," he hears Peter say and looked up to see the man look at Scott, eyes full of grief and remorse and Deaton can't help the pang he fells in his chest.
"Yes."
Both men looked pained at the words and the vet saw Peter's eyes flash red for just a second.
"You're still an Alpha?" he asked surprised.
Peter nodded, "He's going to make it." The older man said with conviction in his voice, even if he didn't really believe what he said.
"Maybe," Deaton says, "Maybe."
Derek POV.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked his uncle.
Peter looked at him and sighed, "Here yes."
The vet gives them a small and tight smile and leaves the room.
"How long have you been back?" he decided to start.
His uncle gives a small snort, "Since right after the last full moon. Why do you think you have been able to concentrate so much on Scott and Isaac and not the kanima? I've been looking for Stiles, Lydia and Jackson too."
He looked surprised at the older man.
"Didn't know you cared that much?" he whispered.
"I can say the same for you dear nephew," Peter said and nodded at Scott, "You never liked him, now," Peter shrugs and Derek stepped forward to lay a hand on Scott's arm, hating the crisp feeling he got.
"He needs to make it," is all he says.
Then Scott and Isaac both flat lined.
"I've been fighting to be who I am all my life.
What's the point of being who I am, if I can't
have the person who was worth all the fighting for?"
―Stephanie Lennox,I Don't Remember You
A/N.
How much do you hate me right now? There might be a week before the next chapter gets up, depending on my writers block and what I plan to happen.
Again I don't think I can thank Jaylene enough for helping me, you are simply the best. I mean it.
Anyway, this chapter was longer and in my opinion it was so much better than chapter 12.
Review, they make my day.