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storiesofsvu2-0 · 1 year

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Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, teasing, masturbation, guided masturbation, sex toys, minor degradation, very brief choking. a/n: Covers a bingo square! and a req from @rustyzebra I’m gonna be posting from this blog either permanently or until the other one gets un-shadow banned. I don’t know why or how or how long that will take, my guess is that it’s got something to do with the community labels? That being said, this is under said label, so that this blog doesn’t get shadow banned. So make sure you have your settings set appropriate to see what you want and so you don’t miss any future stories. (Eta: apparently theres no winning. I post with a label, it wont show in the tags. I post without & risk getting shadowbanned. Hellsite.) Also if you see this and you’re writing for bingo, pls tag this account as the other one basically has no access anymore (hopefully temporarily).

Nobody was having a good time on this case and that was evident, everyone hyper focussed to make sure you could get the hell out of there and back home as fast as possible. The team had been back in DC less five hours when Hotch called to reroute everyone back to the jet, you’d only had time to toss laundry in and get ready for date night before it was time to grab you go bag. You changed on the jet, cursing yourself when you realized you’d forgotten to toss in what you called your work bra, at least your shirts were thick.

The grumpy moods continued as you deplaned in a small town in Texas, quickly jumping into the field to trace down a team of unsubs. You were in the field with Emily when you managed to apprehend the unsubs and when one of them jumped into lake with the hopes of getting away on the boat moored ten feet up you were the one that was a second faster. Your swimmer instincts taking over as you dove into the lake and caught up to them before they even realized you were in the water. Emily muttered something about owing you coffee for the next month and you made your way back to the local precinct, one unsub in tow. You’d left your vest on in an attempt to not get the chills on the way back, thankful that Emily had tuned on the heat in the SUV. Passing off the unsub to be processed the two of you crossed the building back to the meeting room you’d been using, joining JJ and Morgan.

“Woah, someone take a break for a swim?” Derek greeted with a tease and you shot him a glare, Emily answering for you.

“We’re lucky she did, unsubs in custody.”

“Our guy’s in the wind.” JJ replied with a sigh and the entire room felt the frustration sink in.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You grumbled, half of your brain regretting diving into the lake, wondering if it had really been that worth it.

With a huff you ripped at the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off over your head to toss onto a spare chair. You could feel your clothes clinging to you, soaked with lake water, at the very least you were thankful you hadn’t been wearing jeans and that your make up was waterproof.

“So what’re we looking at?” You asked, crossing you arms over your chest and the conversation rerouted back to the case at hand. Everyone was more than eager to at least get back to the hotel for some rest and a solid lead would help that.

It was almost a full half hour later that Alex returned to the room from talking to a witness, Reid half a foot behind her. You had your back to the door as you updated the white board when Alex’s voice caught your attention and you capped the marker, turning around to them and Reid’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh my god, y/n!” He was whipping off his FBI jacket instantly, moving to get it wrapped around you and at first you thought it was just because you were still drenched, but the smirk on Emily’s lips told you otherwise.

“What? I—” Glancing down you realized your misstep. Laundry day plus date night meant you were still in date night lingerie. Lingerie that was deep red, lacy, a hint of mesh that left very little to the imagination and thanks to your little dip earlier, completely visible to everyone in the room through your shirt. “Could’ve said something.” You scowled to the three who’d been there when you took off the vest, hands clutching at the jacket seams in an attempt to keep it closed.

“Didn’t wanna get in trouble for looking.” Derek muttered, his gaze on the file in front of him.

“Pretty sure I was with you when you bought that one.” Emily smirked in return and you rolled your eyes, glancing back to Alex.

Her head tilted, eyes flicking down you body, watching the way your shirt clung to your skin before she cocked a brow at you, her jaw hardening and you couldn’t help but gulp. While she always was a wonder with words, you were at the point in your relationship that you could communicate without them and she was making her point very clear right now. Alex could feel the arousal building deep within her already, annoyed that the case had taken away the opportunity to see you in whatever set matched the now very visible bra. Though, she wasn’t complaining about how erotic this was, on display for everyone to see. She felt the possessiveness surge through her, her eyes narrowing in your direction until you properly fixed the jacket so you were covered, you knew better, something like that was only for her to see.

You felt the heat creeping up the back of your neck, knowing exactly what Alex was thinking, that you were hers and only hers, even if the team didn’t know it. Daring to look her in the eye you felt your pulse quicken, knowing that she was thinking of all the dirty things she’d seen you do, all the dirty things she’d made you do and just how she was going to remind you who you belonged to later. You were aware that the conversation had picked back up in the conference room but there was no way you were hearing any of it, lost to the sinful imagination of one Alex Blake. Suddenly, Emily swatted at you with a folder and you were pulled out of your dirty thoughts, glancing toward her.

“What?”

“I said go back to the hotel. You jumped in a lake, you caught an unsub, I think you deserve a shower and a change of clothes, we won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah… thanks.” You nodded at her before crossing through the room and Alex’s eyes didn’t leave your body once, her lips pursed tight.

By the time you were warmed up, out of the shower and wrapped in a surprisingly fluffy robe, Alex was already back in the hotel room waiting for you. She stood from the bed when the bathroom door opened, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered through the room toward you. Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your eyes up to her.

“You pulled quite the little stunt today sweetheart. Wearing that kind of lingerie to work?”

“I didn’t have time to change.” You countered.

“You changed on the jet.”

“I forgot to pack another bra.”

“Sounds like someone’s making excuses.” She tutted, pinching at your chin, “were you feeling like a naughty slut today? Did you want the entire team to see what you were wearing under your shirt, because I’m starting to think that you did. Be a little show off, let them know how much of a bad girl you are?”

“No ma’am.” You murmured, “it was an accident.”

“Hmm.” She surveyed you for a moment, “I’m not sure I believe you. I do know how much you like to make it all about you, how much you love putting on a good show when you bounce on my cock. So how about you take off that robe, get on the bed and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your hands swiftly undid the belt of the robe, letting it fall open and Alex’s eyes dragged down your naked body, darkening as they went, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When you dropped the robe to the floor her finger and thumb pinched at your chin, rewarding you with a kiss, her lips moving gracefully against your own before she nudged you toward the bed.

You dropped onto it, shuffling upwards until you were comfortable among the pillows, looking down to Alex who simply arched a brow in return as she slipped out of her blazer. Trying not to gulp, you spread your legs for her, opening yourself up to her burning gaze.

“How long were you in that room with your vest off? Hmm?”

“Not sure…” you could feel your breath picking up already with just her eyes on you, wondering exactly what she had planned. She frowned in your direction, hands moving down the center of her shirt as she undid the buttons, “maybe… half hour?”

“Well, then you’ve got half an hour to kill.” She shrugged, adding the folded shirt to the pile on the other bed, “better get yourself warmed up since you were in the mood to show off.”

It was only after a small nod from her, confirming that she was okay with you touching that your hand slid down your body slowly. You kept your eyes trained on Alex as she pulled a chair to the foot of the bed, pausing to strip out of her pants before she took a seat in it, her gaze landing between your legs.

“Timer doesn’t start until you do sweetheart.” She smirked and you let out a breath, your head falling back into the pillows.

Half an hour was going to be torture and you knew it, then again, that was the point wasn’t it? Your hand snuck between your legs, making sure they were nice and wide for Alex to see what you were doing. Your fingers brushed against your clit, slowly beginning to rub at it in small circles.

“That’s my good girl.” Alex cooed from the end of the bed, soft grin on her cheeks as her eyes darkened.

You took a deep breath, knowing that your time had just started, your fingers slipped down to your cunt, gathering some of your wetness and bringing it back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it slowly. Your breath hitched, your hips gently rocking toward the touch and you heard Alex chuckle. You continued on like that, wanting to drag it out as long as possible to kill the time until you uncontrollably moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“I can see you glistening from here.” Alex mused, “why don’t you see how wet you really are? My dirty girl…”

“Please?” You whined, your eyes cracking open to look down at her with a pout on your lips and she laughed.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s only been four minutes.”

“But—”

“Ah!” She scolded, “did you want me to restart the timer?”

“No ma’am.” You pouted, your hands returning to your body.

One groped at your chest, pinching your nipple between your finger and thumb, repeating the action on both sides until both were hard peaks. Your other hand slunk between your legs again, heel of your hand brushing on your clit and you whined before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Oh god…” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my girl.” She praised with a happy hum.

Your fingers began thrusting into your cunt, pulling out more wetness with each pump of your hand, slow and steady, ready to wait out the clock Alex had set. Your breathing picked up, little whines and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt the heat begin to build deep within your body. You shivered when the tips of your fingers briefly brushed across the sensitive spot of your walls, a moan leaving you and Alex hummed again.

“Why don’t you try that move again? I know how good it must feel.”

Knowing better than to defy Alex’s requests at this point your fingers sunk back in, curling right where you knew it would feel incredible and you let out a moan.

“Fuck…”

“There you go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You moaned, unable to control yourself as your fingers curled again, brushing against the spot and you pressed harder, your breath catching in your throat. Your hips rocked up off the bed and you could feel yourself getting wetter, juices starting to dribble out of you as you picked up the pace.

“You may come darling.” Alex purred, “but if you do that doesn’t mean you’re done, you still have seventeen minutes.”

“S..so good..” You moaned, fingers thrusting deeper into you with each flick of your wrist, you were so incredibly close, your pussy fluttering around your fingers. It was never going to be enough, you knew that, but at least for the time being you could sit on the edge of the peak, hoping that there was a chance you’d be able to fall over it. Your noises were getting louder, including the wet sounds coming from your pussy, juices coating your fingers and slipping down to your wrist. Your free hand moved back to your chest, pinching at your nipples again in hopes that it would help you see stars. At this point you were scarcely aware of the sound of movement from the foot of the bed until Alex let out a breathy moan and your eyes shot open.

She had her legs spread in the chair, her hand in her underwear as it moved lazily underneath the fabric, when your breath caught in your throat her eyes cracked open, a grin on her cheeks as she noticed you watching, your own hand stilled.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” She smirked, “and look at what you’re doing to me already?” She sighed, her eyes closing briefly and you could hear her wetness as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Keep going sweetheart.” She nodded at you, “how about you spread that pussy nice and open for me, let me see how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes ma’am.” Your fingers slid out, your palm rubbing at your cunt briefly as you ground down on it, letting out a small moan before it slid up, fingers framing your pussy lips and pulling them apart. Alex let out a hum of approval, her mouth watering at the way it was absolutely shimmering in the low light of the hotel room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She groaned, “I’ll admit though, it does look prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes!” You cried back in response and she chuckled.

“Shame. Your fingers will have to do. Twelve minutes left.”

You let out a whine but slipped your fingers back into your pulsing cunt, eyes scrunching shut as you began to fuck yourself again.

Alex sighed softly, the tips of her fingers grazing her g-spot right as you let out a moan and she pulled her fingers out, returning to lazily rubbing her clit while she watched the way your body trembled every so often. You were absolutely soaking, practically every thrust of your hand pulled a whimper from your mouth and if she wasn’t so heart set on punishing you she would’ve wanted to devour you in that moment. You always looked so fucking hot for her, but especially when you were fucking yourself, imagining that it was her fingers thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy. Her teeth sunk into her lip when her fingers pressed harder onto her clit and with a soft moan her fingers slipped back into her pussy.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked, her voice low and husky, words split by breathy sighs.

“Need more.” You whined in response and she chuckled darkly, the laugh morphing into a moan as her fingers curled inside her cunt.

“Just keep going.” She urged, feeling the heat building within her, she resisted the urge to let her eyes close, staying focussed on the movement between your legs instead, groaning at the sounds coming from you as you fucked yourself faster. The heel of her hand began to grind against her clit with each thrust of her fingers and she arched forward, her thighs tensing as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her.

The sound was almost enough to get you where you wanted… almost. Instead you were left letting out a frustrated whine, pulling your fingers from you with an annoyed huff.

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Alex asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“Need more.” You grumbled and she glanced to the clock.

“Nine minutes left darling, then I’ll touch you.”

“What about a toy?” You pouted.

“I didn’t happen to bring one of those.” She shrugged, watching you carefully and she caught the way your eyes looked toward your go bag, lingering on it for a moment as you tugged your lip into your mouth. Her head tilted in curiosity and it was when she stood that your eyes darted back to her.

The blush crept up your cheeks as you watched her silently move through the room to the bag. She swiftly unzipped it, her hands sifting through its contents until she found what she was looking for, revealing the double sided dildo and she looked toward you with a brow raised.

“Really? You have the time to pack this, but not an appropriate bra?” Her voice hardened slightly, in a tone that you knew was practically a tease and you resisted covering your face with your hands. “I almost think I shouldn’t let you use it.”

“No! Please!” You cried out, tears of frustration pooling into your eyes, “I need it. Or you.” You pouted, and Alex’s face softened.

“Oh you sweet thing.” Grinning she approached the foot of the bed, “you’ve become so spoiled you can’t make yourself come anymore, is that it?” You nodded, your cheeks feeling hotter than any part of your body as you admitted it. You started to shift to close your legs, suddenly feeling very exposed but Alex’s free hand closed around your ankle.

“Ah.” She tutted, “absolutely none of that. You don’t get to act like an exhibitionist all day just to play shy now.” She dropped the toy on the bed beside your hand, “eight minutes left. You best make the most of it.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, your hand darting out for the toy, picking it up. You watched for a moment as Alex’s eyes darted from it to your lips and you smiled coyly at her.

Instead of instantly bringing it to your fluttering pussy, you brought the larger end of the toy to your lips, easily wrapping around it, moaning as you sunk it into your mouth. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around it’s girth until drool was practically leaking out of your lips and Alex’s breath was catching in her throat at the sight. Pulling it from your mouth with a pop you let out a gasp of breath, quickly moving the toy to your cunt.

“Seven…” Alex stated, her hands closed around your calves, spreading them as wide as she could on the bed, kneeling between them as she watched the way you slid the dildo into you with a satisfied moan.

You were finally stretched out, finally feeling Alex’s fingers on your skin and you almost felt like you could burst.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling your cunt pulse around the toy as you fucked it deeper into you, aching to hit your peak. Your head dropped back into the pillows as your eyes scrunched shut, your thighs slowly starting to shake with each push of the toy.

“So pretty when you fuck yourself darling. I should make you do this more often.” Alex cooed, her hands suddenly left your body but you were too far gone to care, not realizing she was ridding herself of her bra, beginning to cup at her chest. “be louder for me, how does that feel?”

“So good… fuck!” You panted, fire burning just under your skin, “but need more…”

“Dirty girl…” she chuckled, “what ever shall we do with you?” You felt her weight shift from the bed and your eyes cracked open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips once more as your hand nearly stilled between your legs, stalling your orgasm once more.

“Just wanna come…”

“I know sweet girl.” She squeezed at your leg before her hands slipped into the waist band of her panties and she pulled them down your leg, “but that toy has double uses… you’re going to come while riding my cock, understand?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, earning a laugh from Alex as she crawled over you.

You let out a very satisfied moan as she leant over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue surging into your mouth to silence your noises. Her skin was hot on yours, rubbing against your aching nipples, her hands ghosting up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their paths. Her teeth sunk into your lip and you whimpered, your hips rocking up toward her, the toy brushed her pussy and she broke the kiss with a breathy gasp.

“Oh that does feel good.” She husked, smirking down at you before her lips attacked your neck, kissing at the supple skin before her teeth bit down hard and you gasped. “Need to leave a mark sweetheart. A nice big one if I have my way.” Her tongue swiped over your skin, “make sure the entire team knows that you really are a little dirty girl, that it’s not all for show. Because you’re not a tease, now are you?”

“N..no.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around the toy when her teeth sunk into your skin, her mouth sucking the crook of your neck and you could feel yourself building back toward your peak.

As if Alex could sense it, she bit your neck again, tongue darting out to soothe the burn when you hissed in pain, kissing the spot softly before her and snuck between your bodies to line the toy up with her cunt. She let out a low moan as she sunk down onto it, and you mewled when the base between the two sides bumped at your clit once she was fully seated. She firmly wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you tight to her and rolled over, pulling you on top of her. Alex kissed you, tongue swiping into your mouth once more before she pulled back, pushing at your shoulders with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Well, go ahead. Make yourself come all over my cock like the good dirty girl you are.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You braced your hands on her waist, raising your hips up to begin to bounce on her cock, breathless moans leaving your lips with each time your hips met hers, the toy pressing against your clit with each thrust. Alex’s hands slid up your thighs, her touch sending sparks flying through your body, she groped at your ass, squeezing you, urging you to ride her harder, faster, making the toy move within her more, the base rubbing her clit just as she wanted.

“Feels good,” she panted, “doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“S- soo good.” You whined back, “m’ so close…” With each pump of your hips her cock grazed right over the sensitive spot in your pussy, your walls pulsing around it, juices slicking it with wet. The coil in the pit of your stomach returned fire prickling under your skin and heat soared through you. “Oh god… oh god…”

“That’s it… come for me sweet girl.” Alex cooed, one of her hands slid up your body, fingers delicately wrapping around your neck, thumb nail pressing into the mark she’d left earlier and you gasped.

Your hips began to move more erratically as you chased your release, feeling yourself right on the brink. You were about to open your lips to beg, but Alex could always read you like a book, her free hand moving between your legs where she began to rub circles on your throbbing clit. Electricity shot through you and you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut as white took over your vision, your body trembled, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you finally hit your high. Your hands dug into Alex’s sides, nails scratching at her skin while you shuddered, your hips stilling when she finally let up on your clit.

“Good girl.” She purred, letting go of your throat, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, guiding you to gently drop over her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Always so gorgeous.” She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers tracing patterns on your back while you slowly came back to earth to catch your breath. “You feel better now sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured, lips brushing against her skin and she gently hoisted you off her, tossing the toy to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

“You think you’ve learnt your lesson? No more showing off what’s mine to everyone else, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded and Alex smiled.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the already purpling mark in the crook of your neck, it was high enough she knew you wouldn’t be able to cover it tomorrow. Even if you got slightly embarrassed, there would be no mistaking by anyone on the team, you were very much spoken for.

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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter ten

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 11,607

chapter notes; with both the police and hunters on his tail, derek attempts to lay low. scott stresses when someone new reveals they’ve figured out his secret. and amber and stiles, as always, are just along for the ride.

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"Oh, god! Is she really close?" Amber asked loudly, refusing to check the mirrors to get a gauge on where Kate's SUV was behind them. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip on the steering wheel and her right hand throbbed dully in protest at the flexed muscles.

"She's literally right behind us!" Scott told her from the passenger seat, "You need to go faster!"

"Much faster!" Stiles reiterated from the back seat.

She whined a pitiful noise but proceeded to press her foot down harder on the gas pedal as she increased their speed. She dropped her right hand to shift gears and cut the wheel sharply to the left, the tires of the car squealing as they rounded a turn and careened between two large buildings. She up-shifted between gears as they took off again.

"I still don't know why neither one of us is driving when we arguably have the most experience. And we would definitely be going faster than this." Scott stated anxiously, leaning toward the driver's seat to peek at the Camaro's speedometer.

"Because Derek doesn't trust either of you enough to drive his car, okay? Now stop distracting me!" She snapped, her eyes hyper focused on the pavement in front of her as they raced through the area near the train depot.

"Amber, I really don't think you're grasping the concept of a car chase here!" Stiles critiqued from the backseat, reaching forward to rest a hand over the leather on the right side of the driver's seat.

"If I go any faster, I'm going to crash and kill us!" She told him, pressing down harder on the gas pedal and increasing their speed by another small increment.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're going to kill us!" Stiles shouted, nudging her shoulder with his hand.

Her foot lowered onto the gas pedal that much more and she shifted between gears again, huffing an anxious breath when the car's engine revved and they sped up.

"They're gone." Stiles announced suddenly.

Her eyes finally flicked over to her side mirror to look out at the darkness behind them and her shoulders sagged in relief at the absence of headlights in the reflection.

"Where did they go?" She asked in confusion, letting up on the gas and down-shifting between gears as she allowed the car to slow incrementally.

Stiles clicked on his walkie-talkie from the backseat and Sheriff Stilinski's voice sounded out over the scratchy radio.

"All units. Suspect is on foot, heading into the Iron Works."

"Shit! Do you think the hunters know that now, too?" Amber questioned superfluously.

She took a hard right and turned in the direction of the old Iron Works building, speeding past a number of the many abandoned warehouses before she took one more sharp turn. She spotted a large open doorway in the side of the building that was once used for deliveries and she's cut the wheel sharply, tires squealing loudly again as they turned into the building.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Scott yelled suddenly, unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing over into the back to sit with Stiles.

Amber slammed on the brakes as she, too, spotted Derek squatting down behind a large piece of equipment. As the tires squealed in protest, Stiles reached across and into the front seat to swing the door passenger open for Derek.

"Get in! Get in!" Amber yelled, heart pounding as she watched Derek race to the vehicle through a spray of bullets.

As soon as he was inside the car, she shifted gears and slammed her foot down on the gas pedal again, taking off while a hunter that she couldn't see shot at the moving vehicle rapidly with an automatic weapon.

"What part of 'laying low' don't you understand!" Scott yelled at Derek as they sped back out of the building and Amber took them in the opposite direction.

"Dammit! I had him!" Derek yelled angrily, slamming his hand down on the dashboard.

"Who!" Amber yelled.

"The Alpha?" Stiles piped in frantically from the backseat.

"Yes!" Derek snapped, "He was right in front of me and the friggin' police showed up!"

"Woah, hey- They're just doing their jobs." Stiles defended immediately.

Amber turned her head just in time to catch Derek shoot Stiles a sharp glare before she refocused her eyes on the road.

"Yeah." Derek snapped in annoyance, "Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

Amber tightened her hands around the steering wheel, "A lie which I tried to get us all out of, if you both recall-" She started, eyes flicking up to glare at her friends in the rearview mirror, "But no, instead you both decided to give statements that directly contradicted mine and-"

"Can-can we seriously get past that?" Scott asked from the backseat, "I made a dumbass mistake. I get it!"

"Yeah, you've made a couple of those recently!" She snapped back, feeling guilty as soon as the words had left her mouth. It was a low-blow considering the groveling and heartfelt apology he had already given her for his behavior the day before.

"Alright! Alright-" Stiles interjected before turning his attention on Derek, "How did you find him?"

Derek didn't respond and Amber shifted her eyes over to the reluctant look on his face for a second before turning her attention back to the road, "Derek, c'mon." She urged.

"Can you try to trust us for like, half a second?" Scott snapped, leaning forward from the backseat.

"Yeah!" Stiles agreed, leaning forward in his own seat to stick his out face between Amber and Derek, "All of us."

Derek shot him another dark look and Stiles retreated into the backseat again, "Or just them," He conceded, "I'll be back here."

Derek sighed, turning his head in Amber's direction as he spoke, "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Mr. Harris?" Amber repeated in confusion.

Stiles threw himself forward in his seat again to peer around Scott to look at Derek, "Our Chemistry teacher?"

"Why him?" Scott asked.

"I-I don't know yet." Derek told them.

After a few seconds to silence, Amber's eyes flicked over to Derek again, "Okay. So, what was the second thing she found?"

"It's some kind of symbol." He pulled a folded-up piece of paper out of the pocket of his jacket and opened it to show it to Scott and Stiles.

"What? What's the symbol?" Amber asked her friends immediately, her own eyes on the road.

"Uh.." Stiles said quietly, him and Scott remaining silent for a tense moment.

"What?" Derek asked them sharply, "You know what this is?"

"What is it?" Amber repeated frantically, not enjoying being left out.

"I've.. Seen it on a necklace." Scott announced as he leaned back in his seat, "Allison's necklace."

"No fucking way." Amber said in annoyed disbelief as she lowered her foot down on the gas.

It seemed, all roads lead back to the Argents.

Amber intentionally took the long way back into town and dropped Stiles off at home first, looping back to Scott's house afterward. When the car was empty aside from Amber and Derek, she turned to him as she pulled the Camaro back out onto the road.

"Okay, so. Jason is on shift until three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. When he gets home he usually just takes a shower and crawls into bed though-" She explained as she drove, "He's getting off a twenty-seven hour shift and he doesn't sleep well during down time at the station, so he'll probably be dead to the world until at least five on Thursday morning-"

"Why are you telling me this?" Derek interrupted.

She turned her head and looked at him dumbly, "Because you're going to hide at my house until we figure things out." She stated obviously.

Derek shook his head, "No."

"Uh, yes." She refuted, "Where else are you gonna go?"

"I don't know. But it doesn't matter, I'm not going to lay low at your house, Amber. I'll find something." Derek stubbornly persisted.

"Derek, please," She pleaded quietly, "C'mon it's not a big deal, okay? You can't be wandering around with both the Argents and the police looking for you. Be reasonable."

He sighed in frustration, knowing that she was right but not wanting to admit it.

"Derek-" She singsonged quietly, "You know you're gonna give in. C'mon, it'll only be for a little while, okay? Then you can go back to brooding all by your handsome-self in whatever dark and dreary crash pad your little heart desires."

"Fine." He finally grumbled, pointing to a side road a few blocks from her house and gesturing for her to take the turn.

She followed his direction and turned onto the road slowly, looking over at him in question.

"Park the car back there," He told her, nodding at a small alleyway that led to the parking lot behind what had once been an antique shop.

Once the car was parked behind the building, she climbed out of the car and tossed Derek the keys. He caught them easily and she grinned in response to his reflexes as they began to head in the direction of her house.

"Jason made a ton of avgolemono soup this morning before he went into work. I ate some for dinner and there's way more left than we need-" She told him excitedly, "It's really good and it was my yaya's recipe." She shivered violently in the night air as she spoke, "I'll warm some up for you before bed. You'll love it."

Derek shrugged out of his jacket, "Sounds fine." He told her blankly, dropping the heavy weight of his leather jacket over her shoulders without another word.

She huddled into the coat gratefully, sighing at the warmth it still held from Derek's own body heat.

It only took a few minutes for them to reach the house and as soon as they were inside, she gave him back his jacket and bounded into the kitchen to heat up some of the leftover soup. Derek followed her into the kitchen warily, looking around them as if he didn't quite believe that her brother wasn't about to walk around a corner and catch him in their house.

He leaned against the counter beside the refrigerator silently, his eyes tracing over the pictures and slips of paper that cluttered the surface.

There were a handful of photographs magnetized to the door. One of eight year old Scott, Stiles, and Amber grinning gap toothed at the camera as they huddled together on the dock at the lake. Another that her mom had taken of Amber sitting on Jason's shoulders precariously as she reached for a basketball that he'd managed to get stuck in the gutters along the roof. A picture of their parents looking up and smiling happily at the camera as they planted vegetables in the back garden. Ten year old Amber dressed as a firefighter for Halloween and laughing gleefully as she sprayed her dad behind the camera with icy water from the hose.

Also magnetized to the surface was her recent Chemistry test, where her brother had proudly hung it when he'd found it abandoned in a pile of junk on the dining table. It had been pinned up in between Jason's work schedule and their ever-growing weekly grocery list.

Amber silently watched in the corner of her eye as Derek studied each of the pictures, papers, and receipts littering the surface while she warmed the soup on the stovetop.

Once the soup was steaming and letting off an appetizing smell, she flicked the burner off and poured it into a bowl. She grabbed a large spoon and settled the food onto the counter with a flourish, gesturing for Derek to take a seat at one of the bar stools.

"Okay," She told him when he finally sat down, "I'm gonna go shower real quick, but I'll get you something to sleep in from Jason's room and leave it on my bed." She started to leave but paused in the doorway to the kitchen, "I don't know where you're hiding the rest of your clothes, but leave those ones in the hallway and I'll throw them in the laundry with a load of my stuff so they'll be clean by tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Sure." He nodded, eyes dropping down to the bowl in front of him before flicking back up to her.

"Cool." She smiled, "I'll leave you to it then."

She ran upstairs and dug through her brother's closet until she emerged with a pair of comfortable looking sweats and an old fire station tshirt. She did as she promised and left the items folded in a pile on the edge of her bed before going into the bathroom and showering quickly. She changed into pajamas and brushed her teeth before making her way back out into the hall.

The floor was free of any clothes so she approached the bedroom door slowly, rapping the knuckles of her left hand against the wood softly.

The door was pulled open mid-knock and she jumped in surprise, bringing a hand up to her chest as her heart raced, "Jesus," She exclaimed quietly, "Your reflexes are getting ridiculous."

Derek was tugging the gray tshirt the rest of the way down his chest as he opened the door, already changed into the sweatpants she'd left out for him. He blinked in thinly veiled amusement at her alarm and opened the door wider to allow her entry into the room.

"I need your dirty clothes so I can start a load of laundry." She reminded him, leaning against the doorframe.

He turned to grab the pile of clothes from the floor beside her bookshelf and handed them to her wordlessly.

She accepted the items and moved to leave, "I set an extra toothbrush on the sink in the bathroom so, y'know, 's all yours," He nodded and she took another step back, "Right. Just, get comfortable- Use whatever blankets. I'll grab more from downstairs on my way back." She told him before turning and heading toward the staircase.

After throwing a small load into the washing machine and getting it started, she pulled open the linen closet in the laundry room and grabbed an extra duvet, a knit throw blanket, and a quilt. Once she felt content that all of the bases were covered with the array of blankets, she headed back upstairs.

When she entered the bedroom again, she found Derek sitting on the hardwood floor. He'd taken just one of her five large pillows and had snagged the quilt that had been folded up at the end of her bed. The items were on the floor beside her desk along with him, positioned just below the large window along the wall.

He was flipping through an old paperback that he must've pulled from the bookshelf. It was a crime-thriller that Amber had reread four times and it was filled with dozens of sticky notes. They'd been stuck in the pages where she'd marked all of the little clues, foreshadowing, and false-leads that she'd picked up on with each read through the story.

She flushed in embarrassment at the werewolf casually holding such a silly piece of her, but quickly redirected her emotions. She tightened her arms around the blankets she was holding and glared at him coolly.

"Why on earth do you have a pillow on the floor?" She questioned, moving to drop the stack of blankets onto the bed.

He looked up from the book and furrowed his eyebrows silently before grabbing the pillow beside him and tossing it across the room where it landed back on the bed, "Sorry." He grumbled, returning his gaze to the book.

She looked between him and the pillow he'd thrown in stunned confusion for a few seconds, "Um, were you.. Planning on sleeping on the floor?"

His eyes lifted from the book in his hands to train on her again, "Where else would I sleep."

"Wh- In the bed?" She said in confusion, gesturing to the queen-sized bed on the opposite side of the room from him.

"Then where would you sleep?" Derek questioned.

"..In the bed?" She said slowly.

"We're not sleeping in a bed together." He told her firmly.

She blinked, "Why wouldn't we?"

"Because."

"Because why?" She prodded.

"Because you're a kid and it's not appropriate." He elaborated.

"Jesus, Derek." She laughed quietly, "I'm not going to jump your bones, alright? It's just sleeping. It's not that big of a deal. I sleep in a bed with Scott and Stiles all the time."

He shook his head, dropping his attention back to the book in his hands, "No."

"Why are you being so difficult?" She asked him, "If it'll make you feel better we can make a little pillow wall between us and everyth-"

"No." He didn't even look up from the pages as he spoke.

"Fine. What if you slept in the bed and I took the floor?" She bartered. She could probably handle a week of sleeping on the floor. Maybe. Derek had been sleeping god knows where for the last week and before that she was pretty sure that he'd most likely taken up residence on the uncomfortable and cushionless sofa she'd spotted in the old Hale house.

"No." Derek said, "I'm not stealing your bed."

She huffed quietly, looking between him and the bed and scrunching her face in thought, "Fine." She settled.

He looked up at her as if he didn't expect her to give up quite so easily, raising his eyebrows in surprise before once again returning his attention to the paperback he was holding.

She silently began to collect pillows from the bed, and dropped them to the floor beside it. She tossed one in Derek's direction before spreading the duvet out down at her feet. She determinedly sat down on top of the blanket now covering the hard floor and unfolded the extra quilt, throwing it over her legs.

"What are you doing." He said in exasperation.

She fluffed the stack of pillows behind her and laid down, shimmying in an attempt to get comfortable against the floor, "I'm sleeping where you're sleeping," She told him resolutely, "So I guess if you're sleeping on the cold hard floor, destined to lay awake all night and be both sore and cranky in the morning- So am I."

Derek blew out a hard breath through his nose in annoyance, but remained silent. She saw from the corner of her eye as he stood from the floor and she startled excitedly before watching him cross the room to turn the light off. Once he was finished, he made his way back over to his spot on the floor.

She huffed quietly and fluffed her pillow again, pulling the quilt up around her chin. She heard the quiet noise of Derek re-opening the paperback and flipping the page.

"You can't possibly be reading that in the dark." She said incredulously after a few moments.

"Werewolves have night vision." He told her blankly as she heard him turn another page.

"Of course they do." She muttered quietly.

She flipped onto her side in an attempt to get more comfortable and immediately regretted the decision when her shoulder pressed into the hardwood painfully. She turned onto her back again and lifted her butt off of the ground, adjusting her spine against the floor and pulling her pillow down to rest beneath her shoulders.

The quiet sound of Derek turning the page filled the room every couple of minutes. The hard surface of the floor made Amber's butt feel numb after no more than fifteen minutes had passed and she huffed and sighed, tugging at her pillow to readjust it once again.

"God. Fine." Derek cut through the silence suddenly. She heard the paperback drop loudly onto her desk and the sound of blankets rustling before the quilt was ripped from her body.

"Hey-" She sat up in surprise.

"I said fine." He repeated, "Now get in the bed."

She scrambled to get up off of the floor before he could change his mind. As she rose to stand, he tossed her pillows back onto the bed and waited impatiently as she climbed beneath the covers in the center of the mattress.

"Which side do you want?" She asked quietly. She could barely make out the shape of him standing beside the bed in the dark, but apparently he could see her just fine.

"This one." He said, pushing her to the side of the bed farthest from the door and window.

She threw the blankets open for him but they were tucked back over her immediately.

"I agreed to sleep in the bed." He told her firmly, "I'm not sleeping under the covers with you."

She rolled her eyes in the dark, flopping down into the bed and pulling the duvet further onto her side, tucking it around herself, "Such a prude." She muttered quietly under her breath, knowing full-well that he'd heard it anyway.

While she couldn't see anything in the pitch black of the room, she figured that having someone looking directly at you, even unseeingly, would probably be unnerving. So, she flipped onto her side and turned away from Derek when she felt his weight settle down against the mattress.

She sighed happily at the comfort of the bed and snuggled into the blankets, already beginning to feel sleepy, "G'night." She hummed.

She could practically hear the eye roll in Derek's sigh, "Good night, Amber."

"This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott announced to his best friends as he pulled open the main doors to the school on Wednesday morning.

"We'll figure something out." Amber said resolutely as they entered the building.

Stiles stepped up between the two of them and nudged Scott with his shoulder, "Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?"

"How?" Scott questioned.

Stiles shrugged, "Easy. Just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you.'"

Amber reached up to slap Stiles on the back of his head, "Yeah. I'm sure that'll go over great. You're being very helpful."

"Okay, fine." He sighed before turning to her with excited eyes, "Wait. Why don't you just ask to borrow it? Girls share clothes, and jewelry, and stuff, right?"

"Yes, but not family heirlooms, Stiles." She said, shaking her head while tugging at the straps of her backpack and turning to Scott, "Besides, isn't it about time you tried to just talk to her?"

Scott shook his head, "She won't talk to me."

Amber sighed and scrunched her nose in thought, "I- She's literally always wearing it. I mean, she probably only takes it off to shower."

"Maybe." Stiles agreed before turning to look at Scott, "Look, you just gotta ease back into-" Scott stopped walking and Stiles pulled Amber to a halt before trying again, "You gotta ease back into it, man. Get on her good side. Remind her of the good times.. And then you ask her for the necklace."

Scott smiled softly as if he hadn't heard a word and Amber blinked, "Scott?"

Stiles smacked him on the arm aggressively, "You're thinking about Allison in the shower, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Scott admitted sheepishly.

"Stay focused, Scott." Amber scolded.

Stiles put a hand on Scott's shoulder and gave him a shake, "Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?"

Scott nodded in understanding and Stiles guided Amber in the direction of the hallway where the two of their lockers were located with a gentle hand on the back of her neck.

"D'you think he'll be able to get the necklace?" She questioned.

"No idea." Stiles admitted, squeezing her neck softly, "But let's hope so."

On her way to second period, Amber was grabbed roughly by the arm and she stumbled as she was pulled from the stairwell and around the corner into the hallway.

"Um, ow-" She complained, rubbing her shoulder where her arm had pulled on the socket and looking up at Scott as he released her, "Reign in the super-strength, dude." She scolded in a hushed voice.

Stiles jogged up to the two of them, having been ditched only a few yards back when Scott had spotted Amber.

"Jackson knows I'm a werewolf." Scott told them quickly, already walking down the hallway again.

"W-Wait, what?" Amber asked, running to catch up with him.

"How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked, falling into step beside her.

Scott looked at them with wild eyes, "I have no idea."

"I mean- are you sure he knows?" Amber questioned.

"Yeah, I- Did he say it out loud?" Stiles asked, "The word?"

Scott looked at Stiles in confusion, "What word?"

"Werewolf." Stiles hissed in annoyance as they walked, "Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?"

"No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly." Scott told them worriedly, looking around them to check that no one was listening in on their conversation.

"Okay." Amber said quickly, "Okay, maybe this isn't so bad-"

Stiles nodded, "I mean- He doesn't have proof, right? And even if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him, anyway?"

"How about Allison's father?" Scott snapped quietly.

Amber made a small panicked noise and looked between her friends worriedly, gnawing on her lower lip. Allison was one thing, but the rest of the Argent family truly terrified her.

"Okay, it's bad." Stiles reached up a comforting hand to smooth down the hair at the back of Amber's head before settling his fingers between her shoulder blades.

"Guys, I need a cure." Scott told them, "Right now."

"Does-does Jackson know about Allison's dad?" Amber asked.

Scott shook his head, "I don't know."

"Okay, where's Derek?" Stiles asked after a moment, looking between Amber and Scott.

"He's laying low." Scott said vaguely, having only found out the older werewolf's location that morning.

"He's hiding in my bedroom." Amber clarified after a moment.

"Okay, that.. That I don't like." Stiles announced, pointing his finger accusingly at Amber before continuing with a sigh, "Look, I have another idea. It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though."

"We have the game tonight," Scott reminded him, "It's quarterfinals."

Amber looked up at Stiles and tugged on the billowing fabric at the bottom of his plaid shirt, pulling him to a stop in the hallway, "It's your first game." She said with wide eyes.

Stiles threw his head back in exasperation, dropping his hand from her back to pull the strap of his bookbag more firmly onto his shoulder, "I know, I know." Stiles sighed. He peeked over Amber's shoulder at Scott and changed the subject, "Do you have a plan for Allison yet?"

Scott sighed with an uncertain shrug, "She's in my next class." He told them.

"Get the necklace." Stiles ordered. He looked at Scott for a second and lifted his eyebrows with emphasis before patting Amber on the shoulder and heading down the hallway in the direction of his own class.

Amber reached a hand up to pat Scott softly on his bicep, "You can do this, Scott. Just, y'know-" She waved her hands emphatically, "Get the necklace." She reiterated before heading back to the stairwell that would take her to the Algebra II room.

Amber shook her head at Scott in disappointment and he guiltily sagged back into his chair as she spoke, "You sent your ex a bunch of cutesy couple-photos of the two of you? That is how you thought you would 'remind her of the good times'?" She scolded him, "Stiles didn't mean that quite so literally, you know."

Scott sulked but didn't respond, picking up the largest chicken tender from his plate and tossing it onto the top of his friend's salad sadly. He lifted his water bottle to his lips to take a sip and watched out of the corner of his eye as Amber sighed and began cutting up the chicken into small pieces over her greens, nudging her knee against his under the table in silent a thank you.

Stiles appeared behind them only a few moments later, patting Amber on the top of her head softly before moving around the table and sitting down across from her and Scott, "So, did you get the necklace?" Stiles asked unknowingly as he set his tray down.

"Not exactly." Scott admitted with a frown, continuing to avoid Amber's gaze.

Stiles sighed, "What happened?"

"He blew it." Amber told Stiles, stabbing her fork into her salad and stuffing a bite into her mouth.

Scott glared at her momentarily before looking across the table at Stiles, "She told me not to talk to her anymore. At all." He sighed.

Stiles spoke around a mouthful of his own chicken, "So she's not giving you the neckl-"

"She's not giving me the necklace." Scott interrupted.

"Well, did you find anything else out?" Stiles questioned as he ate.

Scott leaned back in his chair, "Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."

Amber stabbed aggressively into her salad and narrowed her eyes at Scott, "Or.. 'You know nothing about girls and also you were being a huge dick.'" The smile she directed at him was truly frightening.

Stiles leaned over the table, "Okay, okay-" He interjected, "I came up with a plan 'B' in case something like this happened."

"Good." Amber said, turning her attention back to her plate, "So, what's plan 'B'?"

"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles told them obviously.

"You remember the bit of the conversation where I said that she probably only takes it off to get in the shower, right?" Amber questioned, looking at Stiles across the table.

He waved her off noncommittally and when she looked down at her plate, he gave Scott a look of solidarity and mouthed the words at him again silently, Steal it.

"Couldn't we at least try getting to Harris?" Scott asked his friends.

Stiles shook his head, "My dad put him on a twenty-four hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got." He told them before directing his attention solely on Scott, "Steal it. Thank you."

Scott looked across the lunchroom over Stiles' shoulder to peek at Allison, but found that Jackson was sitting beside her and already staring directly at him. Scott sat up a little straighter in his seat and he felt Amber nudge him with her elbow in question at his sudden tenseness.

"Guys." Scott whispered, "He's watching us."

"Who, Jackson?" Amber asked back quietly, peering around Stiles' shoulder unsubtly to look for Jackson.

Scott pulled on her shoulder to tug her back into her seat normally just as Jackson bit into an apple across the lunchroom. Because Scott had been focused on the other boy, the sound was startlingly loud to his ears and he flinched at the crunch when Jackson's teeth ripped into the fruit.

"Scott. Can you hear me?" Jackson asked quietly, voice sounding as if he had his mouth hovering directly beside Scott's ear, "You can. Can't you?"

"What's wrong?" Stiles whispered across the table, his own body stiff at Scott's reaction.

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Scott told his friends, looking between them frantically, "Amber, look at me." He hissed, nudging her with his elbow when she looked back across the room toward Jackson, "One of you talk to me. Just- Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

"Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?"

"Say something! Talk to me-" Scott hissed.

Amber flinched and dropped her fork as she turned in her seat to face him fully, "I- um. I-" Scott looked at her with wide eyes and she shook her head anxiously, "I can't think under pressure! My mind's blank-"

"Your mind's blank?" Scott repeated incredulously, "You can't think of anything to say?"

"I don't- Um, okay. The-the-"

"Weather!" Stiles supplied helpfully from across the table, "Sports! Current events-" He said, seemingly just listing news segments as they popped into his head.

Amber's eyes flicked over to where Jackson had been sitting and she sagged in relief, "He's gone. He's not even sitting there anymore."

Scott's head snapped up to look around the lunchroom, trying to locate Jackson, "Where the hell is he?" He whispered.

"Looking for me, McCall?" Jackson's voice piped in, "I'm right here."

Scott averted his gaze quickly down to the tabletop.

"So, what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger? More powerful?" Jackson prodded, "Y'know, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means.. You're actually a cheater. Aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse?"

"Yes." Scott whispered petulantly in response, though Jackson couldn't hear it.

Amber nudged him softly with her arm again in question but Scott ignored her, focussing intently on the table as he listened to Jackson continue.

"I'll bet my new co-captain is gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you?" Jackson needled, "And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat- I'm gonna ruin your life, if you don't give me exactly what I want." He threatened with a quiet laugh, "And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her."

Scott's attention snapped up to see Jackson standing beside the vending machines, nodding his head in Allison's direction across the room. Scott's hand tightened into a fist around his bottle of water.

"I'm gonna destroy any chance you had with her. And.. When I'm done with that-" Jackson chuckled darkly, "I'll move on to Callisto and mess with whatever weird little threesome you and Stilinski 've got going on with her. I'm gonna get Amber all alone.. And I'm gonna get my hands all over her tight little body."

Scott's hands were trembling with rage and he set down his water bottle to grip at the edges of his lunch tray, white-knuckled.

"Scott c'mon, you can't let him do this," Stiles spoke quietly, leaning across the table, "You can't let him have that kind of power over you. Okay?"

Amber reached her hand over to rest on Scott's forearm, "Scott, just breathe, okay?"

"I'm gonna do everything you and Stilinski just wish you could do. And, Scott? She's gonna beg for more. I mean, look at her right now. Imagine what it'll be like, when she's got those hands all over me."

"Scott, just take a breath-" Amber whispered softly, worry in her voice.

Scott tightened his hold on the plastic of the tray and struggled to follow her advice, huffing a sharp breath in and out through his nose.

"I bet she likes to get loud... Maybe she's even a screamer." Jackson antagonized, "How're you gonna feel, Scott? When I'm making your best friend feel so good that she's screaming my name?"

Scott's lunch tray snapped in half and Amber and Stiles both flinched at the loud crack of the plastic. The entire lunchroom looked over at their table and Scott pulled in a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm his anger.

When he met Jackson's eye across the room, the boy was grinning at him like he knew exactly how close Scott was to completely losing control.

"Jesus. Scott, what did he even say?" Amber asked quietly. She was causally moving his food onto her tray and collecting the plastic shards from his own into a pile.

"Dude, was it that bad?" Stiles asked him.

"Yeah." Scott exhaled another angry breath through his nose, "Yeah, it was that bad."

When Amber caught sight of Lydia during the fifteen minute afternoon break, the redhead looked like she was about ready to snap.

"Lyds, what-" Lydia stormed past her without stopping and Amber raced to catch up with her, "Woah, what's going on?" She questioned worriedly.

Lydia huffed an agitated breath and wordlessly handed over her cell phone as they walked. Amber looked down at the device and saw a text message from Jackson displayed on the screen. She skimmed over it as they fast-walked down the hallway and her eyes widened as she looked up at her friend.

Amber held the phone back out to Lydia, "Wh-"

"Jackson!" Lydia called out sharply as they came up behind the boy.

He turned to face them with a smug smile and Amber shot him a dark glare.

"This little text-" Lydia snapped, waving her phone in front of him, "Not funny."

Jackson looked between them, raising his eyebrows innocently, "Oh, no, I wasn't trying to be funny. I would've put 'haha' at the end." He said, pointing to the message on the screen, "And, see- No 'haha.'"

"'Lydia. Please give me back my spare key at your earliest convenience - As we are no longer dating.'" Lydia read off slowly, shooting him an disbelieving look.

He looked at Lydia incredulously, "You didn't lose it, did you?"

Amber fought the urge to smack him and instead brought a hand up to rest on Lydia's back in solidarity, as the redhead let out an agitated breath, "What the hell is this?" Lydia hissed.

"Well, Lydia. In preparation for some pretty big changes, I've decided to drop some of the dead weight in my life. And... You're just about the deadest." Jackson said with a cruel shrug of nonchalance.

Amber seethed silently as Lydia spoke again, "Are you breaking up with me?" She questioned quietly.

"Dumping, actually." Jackson clarified, "I'm dumping you."

"Dumped." Lydia repeated slowly, "By the 'co-captain' of the lacrosse team.. I wonder how many minutes it'll take me to get over that."

Jackson shrugged with another infuriating grin, turning his attention to Amber for the first time since the conversation began. His eyes dropped down to her bare legs before raking them back up her body in a disgustingly slow drag and raising his eyebrows, "Looking good, Callisto." When he took a step to pass by them, he reached out and tugged teasingly at the hem of her skirt. "Hot." He reiterated.

She shoved his hand away and had to physically restrain herself from hitting him in the middle of the busy hallway, "Fuck off, Whittemore." She scrunched her face up angrily and he shrugged before walking away.

"Wait-! Seconds!" Lydia called out angrily to his retreating form, "It'll take seconds!"

Amber let her friend take a couple of deep breaths before she spoke, "Lyds, are- Are you okay?"

"Fine." Lydia said quickly, "I'm totally fine. I should've dumped him months ago, anyway."

"Lydia, it's okay to be upse-"

"I am not. Upset." She snapped, taking another breath, "So. Now that we're done wasting time on him, let's get to class."

Amber sighed, nodding and reaching out to rub Lydia's shoulder as they walked in the direction of their lockers.

Later that afternoon, Amber looked across the Jeep at Stiles pleadingly, "I really think we should swing by my house first so I can check on-"

"Y'know he's not actually a puppy." Stiles told her, his eyes flicking over at her momentarily as he drove, "You don't need to check on him to make sure he's fed, watered, and going to the bathroom at regular intervals."

"Stiles." She sighed at his annoyance, "He's in hiding, alright? It isn't like he's snuggling up under the covers with me at night-"

"Is that to imply that he's in your bed sleeping on top of the covers?" He cut in immediately, an air of sarcasm in his voice. She pursed her lips at the truth in his words and Stiles' caught sight of it in the corner of his eye, "Are you kidding?" He squeaked, "You're not seriously letting Derek Hale sleep in your bed!"

She thunked her head painfully against the window, "Stiles, c'mon. Don't-"

"Oh.. My god-" He whined, "Derek Hale is sleeping in your bed-"

"I'm making him sleep in my bed, alright?" She interjected, "He tried to sleep on the floor and I told him no. He's been sleeping god knows where for two months and- And I told him if he didn't sleep in the bed then I'd sleep on the floor miserably too."

"You're insane." He told her, "You're actually insane. You trust the guy so much that you're sleeping with him-"

"Oh, come on, don't make it gross." She said sharply as Stiles turned into his own driveway and parked, "He's like my brother."

Stiles paused in the motion of unbuckling his seatbelt, looking up at her in surprise, "Your brother?" He repeated. She nodded and he spoke again, "You think of Derek.. Like a brother." He said again.

She unbuckled herself and climbed out of the vehicle, "Yes, Stiles. What are you-"

He stumbled from the car to follow her toward the front door, "Why- Why is this the first time you've said-" He shook his head, "You did not mention that distinction before."

She shrugged as they stepped into the house, "You were being kind of a dick about it, so I thought I'd let you flounder for a bit," She told him as they climbed the stairs, "Honestly, I thought you'd have realized it on your own by now."

Stiles paused outside of his bedroom and scrunched his face up in frustration in a way that suggested he had too many things that he wanted to say all at once. He lifted his finger accusingly at her and narrowed his eyes before turning sharply and making a beeline for the laptop on his desk without a word.

She trailed in after him and tossed her bookbag on his bed just as Mr. Stilinski called down the hallway, "Hey, Stiles!"

He spun in his chair and looked in Amber's direction,"Yo, D- Derek-" He stuttered, eyes wide.

Amber's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she turned her head, letting out a yelp of surprise at the sight of Derek standing right behind her. She flinched and jerked to the side, bashing her elbow sharply off of the corner of the open door.

Stiles dashed toward the door and grabbed it, closing it around himself and blocking the rest of the room off with his body as he greeted his dad in the hallway.

"What'd you say?" Stiles' dad asked in confusion.

"I said- 'Yo D-Dad'" Stiles told him slowly.

"Is Amber alright?" His dad followed up, "It sounded like she ran into something."

She rushed to the door and squeezed underneath where Stiles' forearm was resting against the doorframe, "I'm good," She said quickly, gripping onto Stiles' shirt for balance in the narrow space, "Just clumsy. Very, very clumsy. You know me, always... Running into things." She finished awkwardly.

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked between them, "Right.." He said slowly before focusing on Stiles, "Listen, I've got something I've gotta take care of. But, uh, I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean.. Your first game." The man grinned excitedly at his son.

"My first game." Stiles repeated with a nod, "Uh, it's great. Awesome. Uh- Good."

"I'm very happy for you," His father told him earnestly, "And I'm really proud of you."

Stiles huffed a nervous laugh, "Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud... Of myself."

"We- We're all very proud of Stiles." Amber repeated with a small smile.

The Sheriff grinned at his son, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, "So, they're really gonna let you play, right?"

"Yeah, Dad," Stiles confirmed, his arm dropping slightly on the doorframe to rest more firmly across Amber's shoulders, "I'm first line. Believe that?"

"It's amazing," Amber agreed, patting her left hand on Stiles' chest, "That's our sexy little athlete. Finally getting a chance to play n' show us what he's got.."

The Sheriff looked between them again as Stiles made a small noise, "I uh- I'm very proud." Sheriff Stilinski repeated, stepping forward to rest a hand on his son's shoulder and giving it a loving squeeze. He ran his hand over the short cut of Stiles' hair before smiling again and turning to leave. "See you both there." The Sheriff told them.

"Uh huh." Amber nodded.

"Take it easy.." Stiles called out.

His dad slowly descended the stairs, looking between the two of them suspiciously again and shaking his head before disappearing out of sight.

"I just called you sexy in front of your dad." Amber whispered miserably. She ducked back from beneath his arm and tugged on Stiles' shirt to pull him into the room, beginning to mumble under her breath, "Why in god's name did I-"

The door swung shut with a bang and Amber was pushed a small step to the side when Derek shoved Stiles up against the wood of the door with a hand fisted into the boy's shirt.

"If you say one word-" Derek threatened quietly.

Stiles glared, "What, like 'Hey Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun.'?"

"Alright, testosterone central-" Amber scolded, stepping forward and gently loosening Derek's fingers from the fabric of Stiles' shirt, "Let's settle down."

Derek took a small step back at Amber's insistence and Stiles continued to glare at the older boy, "That's right. At this second, I'm harboring your fugitive ass. It's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles slapped Derek's shoulder in emphasis and Derek's eyes dropped down to the point of contact before slowly moving back to Stiles with a dark look.

Amber pulled Derek back another step and Stiles grinned at him smugly. When Stiles moved to head back over to his desk, Derek jerked forward threateningly and the boy yelped in fear.

"Ho-Oh my god," Stiles flinched and scrambled to get away from the werewolf, stumbling as he fell into his desk chair. Amber moved to stand behind Stiles and put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, shaking her head at the two of them.

"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked them after a moment.

"No-" Stiles started.

"He's working on it," Amber defended before slapping her hand down softly onto Stiles' shoulder, "But there's something else Stiles thinks we can try. He's the man with a plan." She boasted softly.

Derek raised his eyebrows and looked at Stiles expectantly.

"The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there." Stiles explained.

Derek shrugged, "So?"

"So, Scott's phone was broken," Amber said, "It wasn't him."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asked Stiles.

"No, not us." Stiles told him, spinning his chair to face his open laptop, "But I think we know somebody who can."

Twenty minutes later, Danny Mahealani arrived at the Stilinski household and looked at Stiles in annoyed disbelief.

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked him, gaze cutting across the room to where Amber was laying on her stomach on the bed with a textbook in front of her. She smiled at him awkwardly and lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

"Trace a text." Stiles repeated with a grimace.

Danny shook his head, "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." He looked over at Amber as if he was having trouble comprehending the situation he was being presented with, "And I'm not even your lab partner... Amber is. If she isn't busy then what am I even doing here?"

"We will do lab work, Alright? We'll have a big lab study date. All three of us.. Once you trace the text." Stiles told him.

"And what makes you think I know how?" Danny questioned slowly.

Stiles shrugged guiltily, leaning back in his chair and tapping his hands on the desk, "I.. I looked up your arrest report, so.."

Danny stepped back in surprise, "I-I was thirteen!" He defended, "They dropped the charges."

Amber sighed, slapping her hands down onto the textbook pages in front of her, "Danny, we don't care that you're a juvenile delinquent. In fact, it would really come in handy right now if you wanted to-"

"No." Danny said firmly, "No. We're doing lab work."

Stiles scrunched his face up in frustration as Danny grabbed a chair and sat down beside him, pulling out his Chemistry book. Amber shrugged in response and Stiles turned to face his desk with a grumble.

After a few seconds, Danny peeked over his shoulder as Stiles began typing something to look back at Derek, the werewolf was sitting at the very edge of the bed beside Amber's shoulder and he had an encyclopedia open in his lap, pretending to read it with an annoyed scowl on his face.

"Who's he again?" Danny asked Stiles not so quietly.

Stiles turned around and shot Amber a frantic look, unsure what to say, "Um-"

"He's Stiles' cousin." She supplied with a smile, laughing quietly under her breath when Derek's angry glare intensified.

Stiles nodded quickly, "Yup. My cousin... Miguel."

Danny looked at Derek more blatantly, eyes raking over his body slowly this time before he nudged Stiles, "Is that blood on his shirt?"

Amber's head snapped in Derek's direction. She looked more closely at his shirt to find that he did indeed have several smudges of blood staining the beige cotton over his abdomen. Why he had chosen to wear a dirty blood-smeared henley instead of the clothes she'd washed the night before, she couldn't understand. She opened her mouth to respond to Danny's question, "Oh, um.."

Stiles noticed the large stain as well, "Yeah. Yes, well. He gets these horrible nosebleeds." He supplied awkwardly, "Hey, Miguel-" Stiles called out loudly, turning around in his chair. Derek glared up at him as he continued, "I thought I told you, you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles nodded his head toward the dresser across the room.

Derek's jaw clenched as he snapped the encyclopedia in his lap closed loudly. He tossed the heavy book onto the bed beside Amber and scowled at Stiles before moving over to the dresser and tugging his shirt over his head.

"So, anyway," Stiles started again, turing back toward Danny, "We both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably-"

"Um. Stiles." Derek turned from the dresser with a shirt in his hand and sighed.

"Yes?" Stiles asked in annoyance.

"This," Derek said, pulling at the fabric of the shirt in his hands, "No fit."

Amber snorted, shaking her head at him as she returned to her book.

"Then try something else on." Stiles said in irritation. He turned back to Danny once again, "Wh-"

At the sound of his confused stutter, Amber looked up, watching the way Stiles turned his head back and forth rapidly between the boy in front of him and Derek. Danny's attention was focussed on Derek's shirtless body across the room, a look of dazed captivation on his face as he watched the muscles of Derek's back while he dug around for a shirt.

Derek pulled out a blue and orange striped atrocity that Amber didn't think she'd seen since they were in middle school, and he pulled the shirt down over his head.

"Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh?" Stiles asked, nudging Danny with his elbow, "What'd'you think, Danny?"

"Huh?" Danny asked in confusion.

"The shirt." Stiles clarified, pointing over to Derek again.

The stripes on the fabric were warped as they stretched tight over Derek's muscular frame and it barely came down to cover his stomach, revealing a small strip of skin and hair over the waistband of his jeans. Amber snorted out a laugh at the sight and Derek shot her a quick glare before directing his anger back toward Stiles.

"Uh.." Danny started slowly, eyeing Derek up and down with interest, "It-It's not really his color."

Derek tightened his mouth in annoyance and ripped the shirt back over his head, dropping it into the drawer and beginning to dig around again.

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles teased quietly, a shiteating grin on his face.

"You're a horrible person." Danny responded quietly.

Stiles leaned back in his chair and smiled, "I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway.. About that text-"

"Stiles!" Derek snapped, turning from the dresser with another small tshirt in his fist, "None of these fit." He waved the shirt in the air angrily and the muscles of his stomach and chest flexed with the movement.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and turned to Danny slowly, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Danny sighed, "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." He told them, turning toward the computer.

With Stiles' attention on Danny again, Amber sighed and took pity on the older boy in the room. She rolled off of the bed, careful not to flash the room in her skirt, and came up to stand beside Derek at the side of the dresser. She peeked inside with a frown, swiping at Derek's arm until he removed his hand from the drawer. She slammed it shut before pulling open the next drawer down.

She rifled through its contents for only a second before finding a soft black tshirt that she'd worn to sleep in the past and pulling it out, handing it over to the werewolf with an easy grin. "Here." She said softly.

Derek quickly pulled the shirt over his head, and he sighed in relief when it fit over his body normally.

Once Derek had been taken care of, Amber crossed the room and came to stand behind Stiles and Danny. She leaned to rest her forearms against the back of Stiles' chair, propping her chin over the top of his head as she watched Danny work at the laptop with quick movements. She didn't follow much of what was being done, but Danny typed what appeared to be code and clicked rapidly at the trackpad for a few minutes with a determined focus.

Derek stepped up beside Amber and they all watched quietly as the boy plugged away at tracing the message.

"There," Danny said after a few minutes, "The text was sent from a computer. This one." He gestured to the writing on the screen and Amber squinted as she read the words.

"What?" She said quietly in confusion, looking up at Derek beside her.

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, eyeing the same name that had made Amber's heart stutter in her chest nervously.

"No, no, no, no, that can't be right." Stiles interjected.

Danny shrugged, standing from his chair and pulling on his jacket as he made to leave, "You wanted me to trace it. I did. That's who sent your text."

Amber shook her head in denial, eyes rereading the screen over and over in the hopes that it would suddenly change to display something that made more sense. But, the screen didn't change. Beneath the jumble of code, the same words remained.

Account Registered to:

Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall

Scott had stolen Allison's necklace and the jewelry was safely stuffed into the pocket of his jeans as he collected his bike from the bushes beneath her bedroom window. He was just about to throw his leg over the seat and head home when a voice behind him made him flinch.

"Scott." Allison's dad called out. When Scott turned, the man was watching him closely, "Come on in."

Scott sighed in frustration but allowed Chris Argent to lead him back toward the front door of the house. Once they were inside, the two of them stood in the kitchen awkwardly for a long moment.

"She should be home in a few minutes," Chris told him, "She sometimes goes for a run after school."

Scott wiped his hands nervously on his jeans, "Y'know, actually, I should get going," He said hesitantly, "I've got a game to get to tonight."

Chris shook his head and turned to the fridge, "You want something to drink?" He questioned, retrieving two brown bottles and placing them on the countertop, "I'm gonna have a beer." He said as he popped the top off of both bottles.

Scott startled, looking at the bottle in confusion as Chris slid it across the countertop toward him, "You don't have to test me anymore," Scott told him, "Your daughter already dumped me."

Chris shook his head, sipping from his bottle, "No test," He assured him, "I'm sorry. High school romances.. They burn bright and fade fast." The man nodded toward the bottle again, "Go ahead."

Scott pushed the bottle away slowly, "I'm good, thanks."

Allison's dad sipped from his own bottle again before grinning, "So, I was curious about something, Scott," He started, his grin quickly fading into a sharp look, "How do you know Derek Hale?"

Scott blinked in surprise, faltering for a second, "Who?" He finally asked.

"Allison said that she's seen you talking to him," Chris elaborated, "Don't you think that's a little disconcerting, Scott?" He asked sharply, "You talking to an alleged murderer?"

"It's not like I'm the only one who knows him." Scott defended.

"No, that's true," Christ said in agreement, "You're friend Amber. She was dating him, wasn't she?"

"What?" Scott asked in genuine surprise, "No! She-she never-"

Chris hummed, "I guess there are some things that teenage girls only talk about in the company of their girlfriends, isn't there?" He asked, "So, now. Not only is he a dangerous guy, Scott. He's a twenty-one year old man. And he was dating a sixteen year old girl. Do you see an issue there, Scott?"

He balked, still reeling in confusion, "I-I mean, yes but they never-"

"Let me put it this way," Chris leaned back and crossed his arms, "You can tell me how you know Derek, or I can go and talk to your friend Amber and ask her."

"Why are you talking to me like I've done something wrong?" Scott asked frantically.

"Have you?" Chris asked him sharply, a moment passing before he sighed, "You don't have to be afraid of me. I mean, you get that I'm just thinking of my daughter's safety, right? If you and your friends are bringing dangerous people into her circle-"

"Will you believe me if I say I think about her safety too?" Scott interrupted, "That's all I think about." He admitted with a shaky breath, "When we were at the school the other night.. Every choice I made, everything I did. Every single thing was to make sure your daughter was safe!"

Chris scrunched his face in thought before nodding toward the doorway, "You should go," He told Scott in dismissal, "You don't want to be late for your game."

"Scott sent me a message!" Amber announced as they pulled into the parking lot at the hospital.

"Okay, well, what did he say?" Stiles asked while he pulled into a space and put the car in park, "Did he get the necklace?"

Amber leaned back to show her phone to the boys on either side of her in the Jeep, "It's just a picture of the necklace."

Derek pulled at her wrist to look at the photo just as Stiles' phone began ringing loudly.

Scrambling to pull the device out of his pocket, Stiles a accepted the call and immediately put it on speakerphone, "Yeah?" He answered.

"Are you with Amber?" Scott asked.

"I'm right here." She piped in.

"Did you get the picture?" Scott followed up.

"Yeah, we did," Stiles told him, "It looks just like the drawing."

Derek reached in front of Amber to grab Stiles by the wrist, yanking his cellphone across the vehicle to speak into it directly despite it being on speakerphone, and Stiles winced and made a noise of discomfort at the werewolf's tight grip.

"Hey, is there something on the back of it?" Derek questioned, "There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

"No, no. The thing's flat," Scott's voice came through the phone, "And no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing." They all paused as they processed the information and Scott spoke again, "And anyway, where are you guys? Stiles, man, you're supposed to be here. You're finally first line."

Amber frowned at the reminder and looked over at Stiles sadly just before Coach Finstock's voice sounded out in the background of the call.

"Where the hell is Bilinski!" He was shouting.

Scott sighed into the phone, "Stiles, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

Stiles threw his head back to thump against the side of the car in frustration and Amber reached out to grab hold of his wrist and rubbed her thumb along it softly.

"I know." Stiles told Scott, "Look, if you see my dad can you tell him- Tell him I'll be there. I'll just be a little bit late, okay?"

"Alright, dude." Scott said, "Just hurry up and get here."

"Alright," Stiles agreed, "Thanks."

Stiles ended the call and Amber continued to look at him sadly in the dim glow shining into the car from the streetlights.

"You're not gonna make it." Derek said blankly after a moment.

Amber turned to slap Derek's arm for his insensitivity as Stiles responded with a sigh, "I know."

"And neither one of you told him about his mom." Derek reminded them, nodding toward the hospital building.

"We can't tell him yet." Amber told him firmly.

Stiles nodded in agreement, "Not until we find out the truth."

"Right, let's go then." Amber said, moving to slide closer to Stiles so she could follow him out the driver's side.

"Wait, hold up," Derek said, "One more thing,"

The teens both turned back to look at him expectantly and Derek reached past Amber and gripped the back of Stiles' head, quickly thrusting his arm downward and bashing Stiles' face against the steering wheel with a hard smack.

"Derek!" Amber scolded, reaching up to delicately take Stiles' face into her hands and check for bleeding.

"God!" Stiles whined, allowing his head to be tilted back as Amber checked his nose, "What the hell was that for?"

"You know what that was for," Derek told him firmly, "You don't get to pimp me out for information. Now, go." He glared and pointed toward the hospital.

Amber scrunched her face angrily, but didn't find any cuts on Stiles' face or blood coming from his nose. She smoothed the thumb of her left hand over his cheek softly once before reaching out her other arm, pulling the handle behind Stiles to swing the door open.

They climbed out of the vehicle and Stiles shot Derek an angry look as he slammed the door shut again, wrapping an arm territorially around Amber's shoulders and leading her toward the building without a word.

"You okay?" She asked him quietly as they went through the automatic doors.

"After getting my head bashed in by a werewolf?" Stiles asked sarcastically, "Yeah I'm peachy."

She rolled her eyes in indignation at his sarcasm being directed toward her as they stepped into the main waiting area of the long-term hospice unit. She looked around slowly in confusion as she took in the desolate room around them.

"Where is everybody?" She asked, peeking over the top of the nurses station as if she might find someone lurking behind it.

"I dunno." Stiles said, peeking into the empty breakroom behind the desk, "Hello?" He called out.

They made their way slowly into the main hall in confusion, "I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure there's supposed to be a nurse or two working here." Amber said after a minute.

Her cellphone suddenly trilled loudly and they both jumped at the unexpected noise. She rushed to pull the device from her pocket and brought it up to her ear as she answered the call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" She said warily, pausing to stand beside Stiles.

"Did you talk to my uncle's nurse?" Derek asked immediately.

"No, we can't find her. Do you have a cell phone?" She questioned in confusion, "Why didn't I know you have a cell phone?"

"Did you talk to my uncle's nurse." Derek said again firmly.

Stiles pulled the phone out of her grip to put it on speaker so that he could hear more clearly, "Yeah. It's like Amber said, we can't find her." He repeated.

"Look, ask for Jennifer-" Derek told them through the speaker, "She's been looking after him."

They were standing just outside the room with a whiteboard on the door displaying Peter Hale in dry erase marker. Amber stepped around the corner to peek into the room for a second time, looking around the empty space slowly. The bed was neatly made and an empty wheelchair was parked against the wall at the end of it.

"Yeah, he's not here either." Amber told Derek, "There's nobody h-"

"What?" Derek interrupted in disbelief.

"He's not here." Stiles said, leaning against the doorframe beside Amber.

She turned to face Stiles as she spoke, "He's gone, Derek."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone and Amber waited patiently for Derek to give them some direction, bouncing up on the balls of her feet restlessly.

"Amber. Get out of there now!" Derek yelled through the speaker of the phone, "It's him! He's the Alpha! You guys need to get out!"

Amber felt her chest tighten at Derek's panicked words and she looked up at Stiles with wide eyes. She pushed him back out of the doorway with a hand on his chest and he stumbled back a step before his eyes caught on something down the hallway. She glanced over to where he was staring and flinched back at the sight of the man leaning against the wall. She took another clumsy step back toward the front doors, grabbing Stiles' hand and pulling him along with her.

The man pushed off of the wall casually and took a small step toward them, the bright fluorescent lights of the hallway showcased the severe burn scars marring the left side of his face.

"You must be Stiles," Derek's uncle spoke smoothly before slowly turning his focus to the girl, "And Amber." He took a deep breath through his nose and sighed with a tilt of his head, "I have to admit, my memories from my other form are a little fuzzy. But I do recognize the smell of your fear." He let a small smile take over his lips, "I never forget a scent."

"What are you doing here?" A female voice snapped sharply from behind them, "Visiting hours are over." She told the two teens angrily.

Amber gripped Stiles' hand tighter and spun wildly, not wanting to turn her back on Peter Hale or his nurse.

"You, and him-" Stiles stuttered looking between the adults on either side of them, "You-you're the one who sent the t- Oh, my g- And he's-"

"He's the Alpha." Amber whispered, letting her wide eyes fearfully drift over toward Peter Hale.

"Oh my god. We're gonna die." Stiles announced pitifully, squeezing her hand painfully tight.

Derek suddenly appeared from behind the nurses station and punched the woman in the side of her head forcefully. The woman, Jennifer, fell to the ground in a heap and Derek stepped forward until he was stood directly in front of Amber, blocking her view of Peter in the hallway.

"That's not nice." Peter scolded his nephew, "She's my nurse."

"She's a psychotic bitch who's helping you kill people." Derek snapped. He nodded his head at Stiles beside him, "Get Amber out of the way." He ordered.

Stiles looked between Derek and Peter for a slow second as the two werewolves geared up for a fight, "Oh, damn." Stiles grumbled.

"You think I killed Laura on purpose?" Peter asked Derek, stepping toward them slowly, "My own niece?"

Just as the two werewolves leapt into action, Amber was pulled to the side with Stiles' hands around her shoulders, falling into his chest as his back thumped against the wall behind them.

Derek growled loudly at his uncle and they lunged at one another in sync. Amber watched Peter shove his nephew against the wall beside them violently and Derek fell to the ground with a groan.

"Oh, god-" Amber squeaked, pulling Stiles down the hallway and away from the fight. The two of them stumbled and turned corner after corner to loop back around, crouching down to hide behind the nurses station. Releasing Stiles' hand, Amber leaned over to peer around the desk. She took a shaky breath and watched Derek push himself up onto his hands and knees as he spit a mouthful of blood onto the floor in front of him.

"Becoming an Alpha.. Taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process." Peter was explaining as he slowly made his way over to his nephew again, "I can't help that."

Derek got to his feet quickly and swung, but his hand was caught easily and Peter squeezed the fist in his grip. Even from several feet away, Amber could hear the bones in Derek's hand breaking and the noise made her sick to her stomach. Derek groaned in pain and collapsed onto his knees in front of his uncle.

"I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." Peter admonished, bending over to grab Derek by his jacket before tossing him over the top of the nurses station like he weighed nothing.

The glass wall that had separated the space from the rest of the hallway shattered loudly as Derek's body crashed through it and shards of glass rained over Stiles and Amber's heads. The girl reached her arms up to block some of the debris as it fell and she watched Derek groan in pain as he hit the ground in front of them. She inched forward unconsciously and reached out for him but his gaze snapped up to her with a frantic look and he shook his head in a silent demand for her to stay put.

Derek began to drag himself away slowly on his elbows and Peter stalked behind him patiently. Stiles tugged Amber back to huddle beneath the desk until Peter had passed by them, the broken glass around them crunching underfoot as they squatted down and Amber took a nervous breath once the two werewolves were out of sight around a corner.

As soon as they were no longer in view, Stiles pulled her up to her feet and ran in the direction of the exit.

"No, no, wait! We can't leave him-" Amber pleaded, pulling against Stiles' hand on her wrist as he dragged her outside through the automatic doors.

"Yeah, well, not leaving isn't really an option." Stiles told her firmly, opening the passenger door of the Jeep and shoving her toward the vehicle.

She turned around and braced herself with a hand on the metal of the doorframe, "Stiles, please." She begged weakly when he tried to push her into the car again. She looked up at him in the dim light in the parking lot and felt her chest tighten as if she were about to cry.

"There's nothing we can do." Stiles told her.

She shook her head, "We- We can-"

"-Take on the Alpha even though he's in there kicking Derek's ass like it's nothing?" He finished, raising his eyebrows, "There's nothing we can do for him. But we need to go warn Scott."

She whined quietly, looking back at the doors to the hospital in distress as Stiles nudged her into the car again gently.

"Amber, please, for the love of god, get in the car." Stiles pleaded worriedly. "Scott." He reminded her, "We need to get to Scott."

With an anxious frown and a stomach full of knots, she climbed into the Jeep and allowed Stiles to slam the door shut behind her.

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