I'm back. Had a nice vacation. I thought I could get some writing done, but too much partying and too much sun got to me. I'm back on track now though.

Alex and Chris are 'cleaning up the crime-scene'. They do not trust each other, and Chris doesn't hide the fact that he resent Alex. Dr. Deaton gets his hand full and is not sure he can handle it. Stiles and Lydia get there in the middle of a minor drama. They are all in for a surprise when Allison's status is revealed.

Alex tried to keep calm and act professional, but it was almost impossible under the circumstances. Mr Argent grunting behind him like a mad bear didn't make it any easier. When the guy's phone rang, he picked up and started to walk towards Hester. Alex sighed in relief. Having Chris Argent hovering over him was quite intimidating.

He managed to cuff Jade without protest. She was somewhat alert, but looked horrible. Blood had coagulated on her face and made her almost unrecognizable. She had a bullet wound in the center of her forehead, and Alex was surprised that it hadn't killed her.

Troy was lying there practically lifeless, and Alex had to drag him towards the tree. He was cuffed with his hands behind his back, and Alex used the rope provided and looped it through the cuffs before he tied both him and Jade to the tree.

He had never carried any warm feelings for Troy, and Jade was the one twin he hadn't really had anything to do with. She was taking after her adoptive mother, and he'd always sensed an evil streak in her. He still looked at them as family after living with them for more than six months. No matter what happened in that house, Hester had saved him from a worse fate.

Alex got to his feet. Tears was blurring his view, but with great willpower, he managed to keep the sound of crying down to a minimum. Jade stared up at him with pleading eyes. She looked somewhat confused, but a head injury like that could probably make anybody a little dizzy. Alex checked his pockets for some tissue, but when he couldn't find any, he reached to his shoulder and tore the sleeve off his T-shirt.

He knew there wasn't any water around so he spit on the piece of cloth before he started to wipe the blood off Jade's face. "I'm sorry. I..." He choked up a bit when Jade smiled at him. "I don't know what will happen to you, but...uh, I'll try to save your life."

It wasn't easy to get the blood off, but soon she looked a little better. Jade opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out at first. She closed her eyes for a second. "IsTroythere?" Her voice was slurred. Alex nodded. "Yeah. He's here." He wiped another speck of blood from her nose.

"Tell'm. Tell him...I love him." Jade leaned her head on the trunk of the tree and breathed heavily. Alex was about to tell her that Troy was sitting only a couple of feet away when he was practically lifted off the ground. "WE DO NOT FRATERNIZE WITH THE ENEMY!" Mr Argent tossed him to the ground and pointed a gun at him. "Can I even trust you?"

Alex hurried to get back on his feet and brushed the dirt off his pants. "You can. I'm sorry, but... they were my family." He slumped his head down and threw a quick glance at Jade and Troy. "What will you to to them?"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Dr Deaton waited outside the clinic as Allison pulled into the small parking lot. She jumped out of the car and waved him over. Scott managed to get out of the passenger seat by himself, but the two other boys were practically unconscious. Scott's wound was a through-and-through high on his hip. It had stopped bleeding, but black streaks was forming under the skin. Deaton decided to let him wait.

He opened the door on Isaac's side and assessed his injuries. The boy obviously had the bullet lodged in his shoulder. It was probably still seeping wolfsbane into the flesh and could possibly be lethal if it wasn't removed quickly. He was about to lift him out of the car when Allison pushed him away. "I'll do it." With ease she managed to get Isaac into her arms and carried him bridal style towards the door. "Take care of Derek, I'll be back."

Dr Deaton stared at her for a moment, but didn't have time to ponder. He crawled into the car and looked at Derek. He was out cold and the wound in his chest was very close to the heart. His life was hanging by a thread and Deaton didn't know if he could be saved.

Allison came running out again to help getting Derek into the clinic. His body was leaning heavily on the door on the other side, so when Allison opened it, he practically fell into her arms. She gestured for the Doctor to help her so he rushed to the other side of the car and grabbed Derek's legs.

As soon as they were all inside, Allison handed him a gun. "They were shot with this. Dad told me it would help if you had the weapon." She seemed distressed, which was understandable. He gave her a lopsided smile as he released the clip. "Not the weapon. The bullets."

Allison looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, sure. I knew that." She threw her hands out. "What can I do?"

Deaton had no idea about what Allison could do. He wasn't quite sure if he himself could managed this situation, but he decided to take care of Derek first. Scott was reasonably alert, sitting on a chair by the sink. "Scott, can you help?" He looked at Allison and shrugged. "Sorry, but you have no medical training as far as I know."

He could see that she narrowed her eyes, and for a second there it looked like she was about to bare her teeth. Then she hurried to look down and breathed heavily. "I can remove a bullet, if that's what you need help with. If you knew..." She shook her head and walked over to Isaac. He was on the floor, because – as Allison explained a few minutes earlier – she knew they'd need the operating table for Derek. Scott got out of the chair, and practically crawled over to them. "I'll get the tools, let's do this."

Dr Deaton let them be, hoping they could deal. He'd removed Derek's shirt and cleaned the blood off his chest so he could see the actual wound. He was hit in the sternum, and feeling around in there with his finger the Doctor could touch the bullet. It was completely stuck in there and he had to use considerable force just to get a hold of it.

In the meantime, Allison had managed to locate the bullet in Isaac's shoulder. Scott handed her a set of long slim forceps and with a steady hand she inserted it into the wound. Dr Deaton didn't have time to watch. He drew his breath before he tried to pull out Derek's bullet. It was tough, but then, he felt that it loosened somewhat. He pulled one more time and suddenly the bullet came out causing him to almost fall backwards.

He hurried to grab a pair of pliers before he picked a couple of bullets out of the clip from the gun. It wasn't easy to get it open, but before he had time to even curse about it, Allison was up and reached out for it. "Let me." She didn't wait for Deaton to hand it over, she just grabbed the bullet and the pliers. With a quick twist it was open. "And then, what do we do?"

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

As soon as the sheriff was done on the phone, he'd downed another drink before he told them what he'd learned. Derek, Scott, Isaac, and Allison were on their way to Beacon Hills and Dr Deaton's office. The three guy's were all injured, but the sheriff had no information on the seriousness of their injuries. "Chris said something about wolfsbane bullets, but I didn't quite understand..."

Stiles was out the door before the sheriff had finished the sentence. Lydia looked at the sheriff. He waved towards the door. "Go with him." She didn't hesitate and ran outside. She had to dive into the jeep as Stiles pulled out of the driveway.

Stiles drove pretty recklessly towards Dr Deaton's clinic. Lydia was clinging to her seat for dear life, as they drove through a curve. She could have sworn that the tires on one side didn't touch the ground.

The jeep skidded to a halt practically on the doorstep of the clinic, and Stiles jumped out. Lydia recognized Mr Argent's car. Three of the door were wide open and a trail of blood lead towards the side of the building. Stiles was already at the front door, banging on it, when Lydia got out of the car and grabbed his arm. "Not here. There." She nodded towards the blood on the ground and pulled Stiles with her. There was another door around the corner. "I'm guessing that this one is unlocked."

Lydia tried to hold Stiles back. She didn't know what they'd find in there. "Relax and take a breath. You're hyperventilating." Stiles stopped for a second, but as soon as Lydia let go of him he darted for the door. "Derek and Scott are injured. I don't care if I pass out from lack of oxygen."

She followed him inside. The sight that met them as they entered the clinic was horrible. Isaac was lying in a pool of blood on the floor. Scott was sitting next to him pressing a piece of cloth towards his shoulder. Allison had her back turned to them as they entered, but she hurriedly flipped around when she heard them.

Derek was on an operating table with Dr Deaton hovering over him. The table was probably made for animals, and was a little short. He poured something that looked like ashes into an open wound in Derek's chest. Lydia got slightly grossed out when the doctor dug his finger into the wound. There were veins of black covering Derek's upper torso, but as she watched they started to vanish.

Suddenly, the doctor stopped what he was doing and tilted Derek's head back. "No, no, no." Deaton started to rhythmically push on Derek's chest. Lydia knew perfectly well what was going on and she automatically grabbed on to Stiles when she noticed that he was about to fall over.

"Scott! Can you stand? Can you get the defibrillator?" Deaton sounded slightly panicked. Allison reacted immediately and pulled Scott of the floor. "Where is it?" Scott nodded towards a cupboard and Allison dived over and picked it out. She placed it on the table next to Derek. "I don't know how to use it. Scott! You've got to help."

Scott didn't seem in any condition to do much, it looked like he was about to collapse. Lydia didn't know where she got the strength from, but she managed to maneuver Stiles to a chair before she rushed over to the doctor. "I know CPR. I can help." The doctor pulled away and let her take over. She put her lips on Derek's and blew air into his lungs a few times before she continued with chest compressions.

As the two of them did their best to resuscitate Derek, the doctor shouted out orders to Allison. "You saw what I did with the wolfsbane?" He threw a quick glance at Allison. "When she nodded, he pointed to Isaac. "Do the same with his wound, or else we're gonna have another one dying on us."

As soon as the doctor had the defibrillator hooked up, he shouted for Lydia to get away. Derek's body convulsed as his heart got shocked. Deaton hurried to use the stethoscope to listen for a heartbeat. A small head-shake told Lydia that there was none, so she continued with the CPR until the the doctor had the defibrillator ready again.

"What about Scott?" Allison sounded like she was on the brink of crying when Scott slowly sunk to his knees again. Lydia didn't really have time to pay attention, but when Deaton made another attempt to start Derek's heart, she looked down on the floor. Allison used two fingers to hold open the wound in Isaac's shoulder, and then she poured ashes into it.

"You treat him after." The doctor addressed Allison as he pulled away from Derek and gestured for Lydia to continue the chest compressions on him. During all this, Stiles was trying to get up from the chair, but it seemed like he was partially paralyzed.

It took two more shocks before the doctor finally got a heartbeat. Lydia cried out in joy and rushed over to Stiles. "He did it, He did it. Derek is alive."

They cried in each others arms, and when they heard a moan from Derek, they both ran over to the table and looked at him. He seemed a little confused, but it didn't take long before he managed to sit up.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

"What are you going to do with them?" Alex grabbed the keys Chris was handing him, but wasn't sure if he wanted to leave Jade and Troy alone with the guy. "I could watch them while you get the car."

Mr Argent scoffed and threw a glance at the two prisoners. "Yeah, right. Go on Alex, I'm not gonna hurt them. Just get the car." He was standing there holding his rifle across his chest. "Hm, unless they try something funny."

Alex swallowed hard as he took a few steps backwards. "Jade, please. Don't move. He's not joking." The look Chris sent him was quite intimidating, but he continued. "I'll be right back. It'll be okay."

He had no idea if it would be okay, but he had to hope. He ran the fast as he could towards the old burnt out school building. The car was behind the shed as Isaac had explained and Alex jumped in and turned the ignition. He had no real experience with standard shift, but managed to get on the road without too much trouble.

Back at the site, nothing had changed and as soon as the car was parked, Chris rushed towards it. He opened the trunk and looked into it, before he tossed out the spare tire and an empty cooler. "Get them in there." He nodded towards Jade and Troy. Alex widened his eyes. "NO! You can't... Why?"

He tried to reason with Chris. "We can put them in the back seat, it'll be okay. I'm sure they won't try anything." He scooted towards the prisoners. "Please!?" Chris had the rifle hanging on his shoulder, but with a quick move he pointed it at Alex. "This is not open for debate. Get on with it, or you're going in too."

Alex didn't want to fight. He knew he could possibly get in a fatal bite before Chris managed to pull the trigger, but it wouldn't help anybody. He went over and untied Jade before he led her to the car. She was perfectly capable of walking on her own, but she didn't seem to be aware of what went on around her. When Alex gestured for her to get in the trunk, she just did it without complaining.

Troy was a little more alert, and his scars were healing slowly but surely. He was still bleeding and his breathing was labored, but the look in his eyes as Alex untied him was slightly intimidating. Alex threw a peek over his shoulder to make sure Chris was paying attention before he gestured for Troy to get to his feet.

Things happened very quickly. Troy turned around and grabbed Alex by the throat; he'd obviously managed to ruin the chain that connected the cuffs. "You little shit." He was about to lift his other hand when Chris knocked him out with the butt of the rifle. Troy stumbled backwards but got his balance back in an instant. He stared at Alex. "Fuck you!" He hissed out before he dived into the woods. Chris pulled the trigger and hit him in the back causing him to fall on his face.

Alex jumped on top of him and tried to hold him down. Troy was much stronger and it seemed like an impossible task until Chris pressed the barrel of the rifle into his neck. "If you have a death-wish you could just say so. I won't hesitate."

The crisis was averted and together Chris and Alex managed to get Troy into the trunk. He was cursing up a storm, but when he saw Jade in there with the bullet wound in her forehead, he went quiet. He'd obviously not noticed her injury before. She was crying and begging him to keep calm.

As soon as he'd closed the trunk, Chris went over to Hester's corpse and lifted her up. He seemed sad, which Alex found kind of odd. Carefully he placed the body in the backseat of the car, before he opened the driver's door. "Get in, I'm driving."

Alex did as he was told, but as they drove out of there he couldn't help himself. "She's dead, and yet you treated her better than the other two. Why?" He waited patiently for an answer as Chris seemed to be concentrating on the road. When they were out of the woods he turned to Alex. "She was a worthy opponent. Bitch or not, she has never killed an innocent. She made a huge mistake turning Allison, but she was trying to avenge her brother." He sighed. "The rest of them – you included – are just... not even worth it."

-o-o-o-o-o-

Isaac opened his eyes and stared into the ceiling. He could hear sniffling from somewhere, and also the sharp clang of metal against metal. He didn't know where he was and turned his head to look at the surroundings. Dr Deaton was busy cleaning blood off of Derek's chest. Stiles was standing next to them holding Derek's hand. Isaac realized that someone had brought him to the vet, and for some reason he found it hysterically funny.

When he started to laugh, someone grabbed his hand. He turned and stared at Lydia sitting on the floor next to him. Behind her – leaning on the wall – Allison and Scott were holding on to each other. Tears were running down Allison's face, and Isaac wondered if anyone had died.

He managed to control the laughter when he realized that nobody else joined in. He felt a dull pain in his shoulder, but it was fading. Slowly Isaac sat up and looked down on himself. He was covered in blood and he was sitting in a small pool of it.

"What happened? Where's the others? Uh, Alex?" He worried a little about the answer, but as far as he could remember, Alex was alive and well when they left. "Alex had to help Chris, we're expecting them shortly." Scott answered as he got up trying to pull Allison with. He didn't look too crisp either. His shirt was ripped open and his abdomen was covered in coagulated blood.

Derek jumped down from the table he'd been sitting on, and grabbed the towel the doctor handed him. "Thanks, but does anyone know what happened?" He repeated Isaac's question and looked around. "I'm sorry, I was too busy dying to know."

Isaac stared at him wide-eyed. "You don't even know? Uh..." He suddenly remembered Derek lying on the ground next to Hester. After that his memory was kind of blurry, but he did recollect Allison helping him to the car. Allison sniffled a little before she took a step forward. "I, I screwed up, I almost got you killed. I'm so sorry." She slumped her head down and Isaac could see that her whole body trembled. "Well, we didn't. Can you share. I only remember that Hester fell to the ground." Derek shifted his gaze between Scott and Allison. "Come on!"

Allison reached out and picked a couple of tissues from a box on the shelf next to her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose before she huffed audibly. "I shot her. I killed her. Revenge is not as sweet as I thought it would be." She was about to continue when Derek stepped towards her and grabbed her shoulders. "Did you kill her with the arrow?" When Allison shook her head, Derek stared into her eyes. "How?"

Allison started crying again when she explained how she tore Hester's throat to shreds. A shiver went through Derek before he dug his claws into her shoulders. Allison cried out in pain and bared her teeth. "What are you doing?" She tried to come loose, but Derek kept the pressure until Allison was about to wolf out. She reached out for Derek with her claws exposed, and Isaac could see that her eyes turned bright red.

Stiles hitched his breath, and Isaac knew that he'd seen it too. Lydia and Scott were standing behind Allison and couldn't possibly notice. Scott was about to rush over to defend her, when Derek suddenly let go. "I'm sorry. I just needed to know." He managed to avoid her claws by taking a couple of steps back. "You are an Alpha now."