A/N
I cannot say sorry enough times for the delay. My PC went bat-shit crazy because my old virus program thought my PC had malware, it hasn't. So for a few days YouTube was the only thing that worked on my PC. SORRY.

Thanks to Guest for reviewing.

Chapter five.
Hush, hush my child.

"Something's changed. I think it's because of me and I don't know how to fix it." — Scott.

"Even the best can fall." -Derek

He hadn't left after Scott fell back asleep. With a last look at the former Alpha, Derek ventured downstairs and into the kitchen where a Melissa McCall was sitting on a chair, a drink in her hand.

She looked up when she heard him enter the room. He could smell the despair pouring of the woman; it was like walking into a room that hadn't been aired out for years.

"I don't know what to do… he's not healing and . . . "

Her voice ended, fresh tears was making their way down her cheeks as she looked up at Derek, her eyes demanding answered he didn't yet know.

"There's nothing you can do. As for the healing right now he's too weak to heal a wound like that, at this rate it might even kill him." He looked down, not daring to meet her eyes, "Bleeding black blood is not good for a werewolf, it means an infection has set in. . . It's killing him." He added, shivering when he remembered Paige.

"What do you mean by that he isn't strong enough to heal!?"

He flinched at her tone. He went through the facts in his head. Scott had never officially had an Alpha. He'd refused Peter and Derek, right until the end were he became a True Alpha. Then it hit him, hard.

Scott had never had a pack, never had an Alpha.

He shook his head and ran a hand over his face. He was in a situation he did not like at all.

"Scott never had a pack, he never accepted anyone as his Alpha. His beta wolf knows that and as an omega he's not strong enough to heal a wound like that, it will be his end."

"Unless I accept him as my beta," he thought bitterly. He was no good leader, his failed attempts proved that all too well.

There was serval things he needed to talk about with Scott, not only what had happened while he had been gone with Braeden but also what he had done to get the now blue eyes. He needed to know how everything went to hell.

A raddling sound from Scott's room made Derek panic and run off to the young wolf.

He was on his site, his upper body not supported by the bed as the teen hurled up black blood only to collapse afterwards.

He rushed forwards and just as Scott was about to meet the floor, his hands gripped Scott's shoulders and he lifted the teen back up on his bed.

With no trouble he eased Scott back on his bed, desperately and failing to ignore the amount of blood that was now dripping down Scott's chin and throat.

Back in the land of unconsciousness, Derek lifted up the poorly fitted shirt and slowly uncovered the bandage that was completely soaked through with black blood.

"How is he still alive," Derek thought grimly.

Against his better judgement of letting her see her son in this state he called on Melissa.

The wound in the middle of Scott's chest was looking even worse than when he and Braeden had first found him in the school library. Infected was the understatement of the year; black blood oozed out and Derek swore he could see the heart struggle to beat.

Until it wasn't beating at all.

At the same time Melissa came running into the room. She whispered a whimpering "No" before she ran over to her son, and started giving Derek orders.

"Make sure he doesn't choke in his own blood, start CPR and don't stop!"

Derek got to work as he thought about just how Melissa could treat her son like a patient but at the same time he knew how. Because if she didn't look at him like he was a patient, he was pretty sure that the woman would break down, and not get up again.

Blowing fresh air into Scott mouth, he looked down at his chest as it rose. His heart still wasn't beating, it was silent.

Refusing to live in a world without the naïve teen, Derek gave up on the human way of reviving the dead and went his own way.

Looking back at Melissa who was working on closing the wound, he pinched his lips together, he sought out her eyes and she nodded, she didn't know what he wanted to do, but when it was her son laying on the bed, dead, she couldn't care less, as long as it meant he continued to live.

He looked back down at Scott. The younger wolfs lips was blue and his face was slack, eyes were closed and to be hornets, seeing him like that broke his heart more than anything else, even with what he was about to do his earlier words rang trough his head.

"No Scott, I'm not the Alpha you need."

He was about to break that.

Letting his teeth lengthen, he turned Scott's head to the side, and with a heavy sigh he lowered his teeth and bit down.

He pulled back as he felt something snap in place. It was his bond to Scott, to his beta.

Wiping the blood away from his mouth, he shot a look at Melissa. She had managed to somewhat close the wound and had started to bandage it, when she looked up.

"He's going to make it," he said with conviction. He didn't know if it was too late to revive Scott but he had to try.

She nodded, and he could see the doubt in her eyes but none the less she left the room with a silent order from Derek.

He looked at the teen's face, his lips had turned even bluer and he knew his options were limited to almost none. Taking Scott's hand in his, he needed to see if he could pull some of his pain, if he could then Scott wasn't dead yet.

"Yet." A voice in his head whispered.

For a moment there was nothing, and then suddenly he was hit with a tide wave of pain and emotion. His veins flowing black as Scott's pain became his pain.

Scott gasped as his back arched of the bed before he collapsed back, unconscious but alive.

After a minute Derek had to let go of Scott's hand. The pain had become too much, not alone had he felt Scott's pain but also his emotions, his grief of losing Allison was still deep and painful and his anger over getting killed. He felt everything.

He promised himself that he wouldn't let Scott fall; he would support the beta no matter what he did. But he also needed answers, answers he wasn't sure how willing to give; like the color of his eyes, why were they blue, who had he killed?

What had the teen done to deserve all this?

With a look at the boy's face, he gave him an all over look. It was clear that the recent events had taken a huge tool on his body, Derek was sure that Scott had lost too much weight. He had not taken care of himself.

Things needed to be taken care of but Scott had to be his priority. The old pack afterwards. He didn't think they would like the change. He would have to talk with Scott, hear what had happened, who still stood by his side. Malia did, he knew she wouldn't just walk away; her and Scott had become too close for that to happen. The rest could wait.

Walking over to his jacket he took out his phone and was ready to push the call button but paused. He wasn't sure what he could expect. It was clear he was mostly alone, Scott didn't look like he would wake up anytime soon and Malia was off during her own things.

He took the chance with a mumbled curse "Damn it."

He waited four rings before the person picked up.

"And to what do I owe the favor of my dear nephew." His uncle's voice was nothing short of being sarcastic.

"I need your help Peter, come to Scott's house." After a second he added "And for once try not to be sarcastic, cut the bullshit." He didn't let Peter answer before he ended the call.

He walked back to Scott and sat down on his bed. It hit him of how much it reminded him when he sat like this with Cora when she had been poisoned. He had given up his Alpha spark to save her, to bring her back. And he would do the same to Scott.

Taking the young wolfs hand in his; he gritted his teeth against the pain as he took it.

"I would kill for you Scott.

A/N
Again so sorry for the delay, it was meant to be updated Friday but my PC didn't think that, but here it is. I would very much like reviews for this chapter, doesn't matter if you are saying this story is the worst you have ever read or you are saying that the story is good, I just want at least one review, maybe even two.

How should Peter be, suggestions are more than welcome, write them in review.