Part 2 Derek/Allison

A/N: People asked for it, here's an add-on to the story. :) btw, we are set after the Alpha has arrived, but Cora didn't get sick, and Derek is still an Alpha.

It was the warmth of the sun, dancing over her skin that woke her. Taking in her surroundings, she sighed. She remembered last night all too well.

Following Derek home to confront him. The many calls from Scott, that she ignored each time. Texts from both Lydia AND Stiles telling her to leave it alone. His eyes, ruby red as he grabbed her and kissed her...

Instantly, she blushed. Pulling up the blanket to cover herself, she suddenly realized she wasn't in bed alone.

"There's no use being shy now..." Derek groaned as she turned and faced him. "I've already seen all of you. Which is gorgeous by the way. No wonder Scott kept you to himself."

As Allison stared down at the lithe male, she couldn't make herself talk. She had so much she wanted to say...but what did she start with?

"Hey," he spoke softly, his hand coming up onto hers, stroking it gently. "I'm gonna tell you right now, I didn't expect any of last night. I've dreamt of it sure, but..."

"So what do we do? Scott will...he'll smell it right? He'll know."

"Yeah probably." He gave her a stern look. "Just know I don't regret it. Not one bit."

"Even if I'm an Argent?" This made him freeze.

"I didn't think I'd be back in bed with another Argent sure, I'll give you that. But you..." He leaned in, his hand now on her cheek, caressing her. "You are more than 'an Argent'. You don't do what you've been told to by your family's messed up tradition, you do what's right. You protect your friends, your family, the people you care about and love."

They stared into each other's eyes in silence. After a while, her words came as a whisper. "What does this mean? You and I? Was this a fling? A one night stand? What?"

She was getting defensive, and he didn't like that. "No. I don't do those. I don't bother with them cause it's boring. And one party or both gets too attached and is scared of commitment."

"So what do we do?"

"We'll figure out what to do with the rest of the Pack later. But for now," he grabbed her and laid her underneath him. He liked her like this: dark hair sprawled over his pillows, her underneath him... Leaning down, he kissed her gently, his smile growing when she eagerly responded. Melting his body with hers, he quickly lost himself in her scent, her touch, as he proved her meaning to him over and over.

When she entered the double doors as Beacon Hills High, she was nervous. The flurry of students around her fell into white noise as she quickly made her way to her locker.

"Allison?" She jumped as she yelped at the hand on her shoulder, which earned a screech from her visitor. Roughly turning, she faced him.

"Stiles? Jesus, you scared me!"

"Probably not as much as you scared me." His hand was on his chest. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting you to-"

"I meant with Derek." She quickly looked down. Turning back to her locker, she fiddled with the dial. He was oblivious to her as he rambled on, scolding her. "Cause you never texted me back. Or Lydia. And Scott was really worried about you cause none of us heard from you all weekend."

Finally getting her locker open, she put her stuff away. "I just...I went target shooting. I needed some time by myself."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute-hold on you...went and shot your bow..."

"Uh huh." She nodded. He wasn't believing her.

"...the whole weekend..." She glanced at him as she packed some books in her bag.

"...by yourself?"

"Yes Stiles. By myself." Frustrated, she closed her locker door, spun the dial and started to walk away.

"And Derek?" She stopped, but didn't look back. When she didn't speak, he continued on. "Did you talk to him? What did he say?"

Looking down, Allison rounded the corner as she made her way towards biology.

This went on for weeks. Stiles questioning her while she did her best to avoid Scott. When he got in her last nerves, she yelled at him.

"Leave me alone Scott. We broke up, remember? Stop following me like a lost puppy."

She knew it was mean, but she was fed up with his childish behavior. That night, Derek had snuck into her room...

Rubbing the back of her neck, she couldn't focus on the diagrams on the white board. Tuning out of lecture, she thought of him. Of Derek. How her aunt destroyed most of his family...how Peter got his revenge on Kate. The Alpha Pack. The unknown identity of the Darach...

Her spine suddenly tingled, as if her body knew she was being watched. Her eyes were drawn to the window as she glanced outside...only find no one there. Shaking it off, she pretended to follow along and write down scribbles as notes.

The screech of the fire alarm had her flinching. Dazed, she glanced around at the other kids. They were equally as surprised.

"Okay students, that's the fire alarm. Get up, form a line, and stay calm. Go to the meet up area." The teacher yelled above all the noise. Filing into line, she made her way with the other students to the parking lot. Once outside, the chills came back. Scanning the area, she saw a dark figure move in between the columns of bleachers. Gripping her hidden knife, she made her way over.

Walking slowly, she weaved through two bleachers. She didn't get far before two massive arms wrapped around her tight, and a strong body pinned her to the metal stand. She struggled until she caught the scent of the man who had her.

"You know, a Hunter should never be on their own..." Derek purred into her ear. "Never know who's hunting who." As his teeth caught her earlobe, her hands went to his waist. Their bodies wound closer, seeking each other out.

"The fire alarm? That was you?" She groaned. His lips found her neck.

"I needed you." He kissed her, her arms wrapping themselves instantly around his neck. After a few minutes, he tore his lips from hers, only to kiss her jawline, then down to her collarbone.

"Needed me?" She breathed out.

"Yes," he stepped away from her a little. "I haven't been able to control my shifting when you were away." As if on cue, his eyes glowed violently red. The mark of an Alpha werewolf.

"What do you mean 'can't control it'?" She stared straight into his predator eyes, unflinching at the intensity.

"I can't...anytime I catch myself thinking of you? My claws extend, my fangs, all of it. I shift, sometimes fully other times just partial. But something in me-" he paused, as if realizing a crucial fact. "The wolf in me needs you. Needs to be around you. If I'm not?" He didn't explain further. He didn't have to.

"What does this mean? This doesn't seem normal. Not for your kind."

"That's cause it's not." A deep voice came of the darkness. They both turned to see someone they never expected. Deucalion.

"What do you know Deucalion?" Derek instantly shielded Allison with his body.

"There's a lot of things I know that has surprised me over the years, something that I thought could never happen. But you two," he drawled. Using his cane, he walked closer to the uneasy couple. "'From warring families, two will unite through a bond, destroying the darkness between foes'."

"Warring families?" Derek quizzed.

"Argent and Hale." She spoke, catching on.

"Yes," Deucalion purred as he stopped, resting on his cane. "You two were predicted a very long time ago. Much older than me mind you, but prophecies like that never leave my mind."

"Like Scott being a True Alpha." Derek drew on.

"Scott will become a great inspiration to us all, in due time. But right now, the two of you," Deucalion, walked towards the parking lot. "Have my full attention."

Once he was gone, Derek and Allison both relaxed a little. "What the hell was that?"

"I'm not sure. But he knows something we don't. And I don't like that." Derek spoke.

A couple hours later, they found themselves back at Derek's.

"What's it like?" Allison quipped out of nowhere, as she stared out the window.

"What's 'what' like?" He was preparing dinner.

"Being a wolf?" He stopped chopping onions and looked up at her.

"You're kidding," When she turned and waited for his answer, he continued on carefully. "Why do you ask?"

"When you bit my mom, she would've been your beta. Right?"

"Yeah. But that's if I wanted her in my pack. I only bit her cause-"

"She was gonna kill Scott. I know." Allison rubbed her arms nervously. "But she wouldn't have been a mate..."

"What?! No!" Derek said disgusted as he went back to chopping. "We choose mates way differently. After both parties have consented."

"You mean sex?"

"Sometimes. Other times it's more than that. It's the bond between the two, and what they represent to each other."

"You mean like how a pack makes an Alpha stronger?"

"Kind of, except both of them feel it. They better the other just by being who they are."

She pondered his words as she stared back out the window.

She had arrived just in time. She followed Derek and Scott to the abandoned bank. She heard the fighting between the four wolves, and saw that they were losing fast to both Cora and Boyd's feral rage. When she got to the vault, she looked down and found a line of mountain ash.

'They're stuck...' Her eyes widened in horror. 'They're trapped.' She bent down to the ground, her decision made.

"Allison, don't!" Scott cried to her, but too late. Her hands were on the ash line. Derek could only stare.

"Boyd!" She called. Both of them looked to her as she broke the line. Cora charged first, and ran towards the doors. Allison had quickly gotten out of her way but Boyd didn't. Growling, he charged her.

"Boyd! No!" Derek roared, his Alpha tone ineffective. Scott and Derek watched helplessly as Boyd's claws raked down the front of Allison's body.

As Scott tackled Boyd out of the way, Derek dropped to the ground as he cradled Allison in his arms. "Allison? Allison?!" He desperately called to her. Her blood filled his nose. "Oh no, no, no!" He growled as he began to rock her. Her body was becoming colder by the second. They were losing her...

"Come on baby. Stay with me. Stay awake!" He looked over at Scott, who had knocked out Boyd. "Call Argent!" He turned his attention back to Allison when her hand came up to his cheek. He tried not to flinch as how cold she was.

"It's okay." She tried to gulp down air, but all she tasted was copper. He used his thumb to wipe away the corner of her lips where blood began to pool. "It's okay," she kept repeating.

"What do I do Allison?! What do I do?" He screamed his desperation. He was losing her fast. Her heart was slowing rapidly.

"It's..." Her voice died off as her eyes closed, her body going limp.

"No!" He roared, his eyes flashing red as he lunged forward...and bit her. As he retracted his fangs, he waited.

Nothing changed. Her face was still, her skin turning a pale blue. He had lost her.

"No, she can't..." Scott whimpered. Derek turned to him. "She can't be..."

"I didn't...I didn't know..." Derek's voice wavered. "She should've left the ash." His rage only masked his pain. "Why didn't you leave it alone!?" He yelled at her body as tears flooded his cheeks.

Isaac suddenly ran inside. "Guys, the Argents just-" he stopped when he saw Allison's body in Derek's arms. "What..." He couldn't even ask, his mind not comprehending the scene in front of him.

"Derek, we've gotta go." Scott grabbed his shirt.

"We can't leave her!"

"Yes you can." Chris Argent came up from behind them, a 12-gauge in his hands. "We'll take her..."

"Scott, go!" When he didn't budge, Derek roared. "Go now!" When both he and Isaac fled, he turned to face the Argent. "Boyd...it was a trap..."

When Chris investigated the vault, Derek could only stare. "Deucalion set them in there. The walls, they're made out of-"

"Hecatolite." Chris finished.

"We didn't know til it was too late. She must have followed us..." When Derek's voice faltered, Chris bent down to him.

"Let me take her home." Reluctantly, he handed her body to Chris. He could only stare as Chris walked back out towards his car, his eyes never leaving Allison's face.

A few days later, Chris walked in his front door, to find he was not alone. Derek was sitting on his couch, hands tightly woven together. Neither of them spoke at first.

"I know you didn't kill her. You loved her," surprised, Derek looked at him. He hadn't expected this reaction.

"You knew."

"Yeah...I knew. I've known for a while now." He looked down. "I got a call from Deucalion one night. He talked about how the "war would be over soon between my family and wolves". I asked him what he meant and all he said was "Look in your daughter's room." and hung up. I was curious, so I did. You both were asleep. At first, I didn't believe it and I was going to shoot you. Maybe just thought that you were using her to get back at what Kate had done. But..." He looked at Derek, tears swelled. "When I saw you hold her in the vault, I knew. You didn't see her as means to an end...you cared about her."

"I did...I do. I don't know what it was about her, but I couldn't..." Derek stood up and walked over to Chris. "I just needed you to know." As he was about to walk out, Chris stopped him.

"You bit her. Tried to turn her." His eyes were stern.

"I tried to save her." Derek got defensive. "I couldn't let her die when she saved me and Scott...when paid the price."

"If she lived, and turned..." Derek didn't like where this was going. "What would you have done?" Chris questioned.

"I would've taken her as my Beta. Also..." He was hesitant. "As my mate. If she would've accepted me courting her, I would've mated her for life." He got close to Chris. "I loved your daughter."

Chris nodded, seemingly accepting his answer. "Alright then." He patted Derek's shoulder before speaking again. "Allison, what's your answer?"

Derek turned when he heard a noise behind him. There, standing a few feet away, was his Allison. She had lived. She smiled at him, her eyes flashing yellow.

"What? How..."

"When I got her back to the house, I noticed the bite mark. It wasn't fresh, but healing. You bit her just in time to get the healing activated in her. Maybe because you're a born wolf, I don't know. But she survived because of you."

As Chris left the two alone, Derek tentatively walked to her.

"This isn't a dream."

She smiled. "No, it's real. I'm here.

See?" When she opened her arms for him, he quickly wrapped himself around her.

"I thought I lost you." He muffled into her hair.

"I couldn't leave without telling you..." He pulled back a little.

"Tell me what?" He brushed her hair out of her face.

Her smile widened. "That I love you."