Author's Note: Alright part two of the pool here we go. I own nothing.

The Pool Aftermath

Stiles couldn't keep holding on. Her legs were going numb, she was starting to shiver despite the large werewolf shaped heater she was holding up. She swore under her breath.

"I can't keep this up much longer." Derek was starting to twitch slightly but not enough to keep either of them up, much less both of them. Stiles glanced at the diving platforms, they jutted out just far enough that the thing might not be able to reach it, she wasn't sure but she had to try.

"I need something to hold onto." She began to kick her way to the platforms. The thing hissed and pulled back into the shadows. Stiles didn't have the energy to look for it. Instead she focused on her goal even as her vision blurred slightly. She was so tired. She thought she heard Derek whine slightly as she groaned trying to hold on to him and stretch out an arm to reach the steps of the diving platform. Derek twitched his head towards the doors but Stiles wasn't paying attention to him again. She'd successfully caught hold of the diving platform but she could no longer feel her fingers. Her hand was curled towards her and she saw that her fingernails were tinged blue. Her hand slipped once and she swore pulling Derek's attention back to her. She tried to curl her hand around the step again but her hands were shaking too badly, her legs were starting to cramp. She was starting to feel like she was edging on a panic attack again but she didn't get the chance.

Instead her hand slipped completely off the step and her legs refused to kick this time. So with a cry from Derek, Stiles thought she spotted his hand twitch towards her but she couldn't tell, they slipped under the water. Stiles couldn't keep her eyes open. She felt the air rush out of her lungs as her eyes slipped closed and felt her arms and legs twitch as water rushed in.

Derek felt panic rush through him as Stiles slipped under the water. He followed barely a second later and couldn't help but watch as a cloud of bubbles escaped Stiles' mouth and nose as he tried to swim towards her, he managed a weak flail as her eyes slipped closed, he wasn't going to make it to her in time. He could hear her heart speed up drastically as her body panicked at the introduction of water to her lungs. Then it began to slow drastically. Then an arm reached passed him and snatched Stiles out of the water by the front of her shirt. Barely a second later the arm grabbed him by the back of the shirt. Once he was out of the water he smelled Scott. Erica was finally beginning to stir as Scott tossed him over to Stiles. She wasn't moving but Scott didn't have time to deal with that he was busy facing up with the large scaled thing. So Derek pulled himself over to her. He was starting to get feeling back in his arms and legs. Maybe the venom wore off after a time, maybe the water had diluted it, maybe his wolf was pushing itself to heal him. All he knew was that Stiles wasn't breathing and she was this way because of him, and he wouldn't stand for it. So instead he pushed Stiles onto her back and pressed down on Stiles' chest.

He was as gentle as he could be, he could easily break her ribs if he pushed any harder. He swore as she didn't start breathing again. He tilted her head and pinched her nose before taking a deep breath and blowing it into her lungs. Then he went back to the chest compressions. He forced air into her lungs again and heard her heart speed up before she began to cough. He gently turned her on her side letting her disgorge the water from her lungs. She gasped and wretched again.

"Could… at least... have taken me… to dinner… first." Derek couldn't help a laugh as his wolf howled with relief. Then they were both drawn back to the situation at hand when Scott was thrown across the room into one of the glass cases that held some of the beacon swim team medals. He growled pulling himself up and grabbing a piece of the glass. The light caught it for a moment and the things face was reflected in it for a moment. It shrieked like it had been hurt and leapt over the half paralyzed alpha and half drowned human ignoring them completely now and leaping out of the skylight. Derek managed to drag himself over Stiles to block her from any of the raining glass.

Scott dropped the piece of glass and ran over to them, Erica not far behind him.

"Are you alright?" Stiles glared up at her friend.

"You… need to… answer… your god damn… phone!" She chocked out. Derek huffed and leaned back as Erica laid a hand on his shoulder.

It was nearly half an hour later when they finally made it out of the school. Stiles was wrapped in a blanket Scott had liberated from the nurse's office. Derek didn't need it but he could see that Stiles was still shivering. Her lips were tinged slightly blue as she swore at the laptop on Scott's car.

"So we still don't even know what this thing is called." Her voice was still raw from coughing up water out of her lungs. Derek stepped forwards tossing his jacket around Stiles.

"It's called a Kanima." Stiles frowned.

"You knew what it was the whole time?" Derek shook his head.

"No not till it got confused by its own reflection." Derek explained what he knew about the kanima watching Stiles out of the corner of his eye. Scott frowned.

"So what now?" Derek glanced at Stiles then back to Scott.

"I'm gonna find out who it is, and I'm gonna kill it." Without another glance at the pair he walked away. Once he was around the corner though he held out his keys to Erica. In a whisper he was sure Scott wouldn't be listening for he spoke.

"Take the Camaro, go back to the train station. Call Boyd, Isaac should still be there. Wait there. I'll meet you there." Erica looked like she wanted to argue but after a minute she nodded taking the keys. Derek listened to Scott and Stiles talking.

"So what do we do, Derek's gonna kill someone again!" Stiles sneezed in response and glared at Scott.

"Scott, I am literally freezing. My nails are blue, and I am literally one giant bruise from holding up two hundred pounds of ungrateful Alpha werewolf. Can we worry about this tomorrow please? I have done everything you've asked me to do since the night you got bitten! Drive me home and I will research until my eyes bleed after I'm sure I don't have hypothermia!" She was shouting at him by the time she finished. He stepped back slightly. Then he nodded opening the door for her and cranking the heater once they were inside. He followed them.

He wasn't really sure why he was doing this. He wasn't sure why he was sitting outside the window of the daughter of the sheriff while she was taking a shower a few rooms over. Was it because she was thawing out after nearly freezing holding him up in a pool for over two hours? Or was it that act alone that had him sneaking into her room and cranking her heater, laying out an extra blanket on her computer chair. Before sneaking out as quietly as he could. But he didn't leave. He waited outside her window in the shadows. He kept his eyes on the road when she came back into the room wrapped in a towel. Waited until he heard the creak of the bed before he risked another look into the room. Stiles was on top of the covers. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was evening out. Her fingers were still prune-like and shaking slightly but she was definitely asleep. He reopened her window and crept in, silent as a shadow.

He really didn't know why he did it, if he was asked he would deny it to the grave. But he laid a hand on Stiles' thigh, which her sleep shorts put on display, and drew her pain away. Then when he was sure she had sunk deep into a peaceful sleep he carefully lifted her up deftly pulling the blankets out from under her and tucking her in. He grabbed the blanket he'd set out that she hadn't seemed to have noticed and added it to the pile. Only then did his wolf hum in approval. He glanced around her room. His jacket was laying on her desk. He made to take it but then he caught a whiff of it. Stiles' scent overlaid his and he felt a smile pull at his lips as the wolf practically purred. He walked back over to the window, careful to pull it shut after him. He could pick up his jacket any time, or at least that's what he told himself. He knew very well that as long as that jacket left traces of his scent on her he would not take it back. He was still confused but the wolf was more content than it had been in a long time as he began to make his way to the train depot.

He only knew a few things for certain now. One: The Kanima had to die. Two: One way or another he was going to convince Stiles to join his pack, and the best way to do that was through Scott. He cracked his neck. He had a lot of work to do.