Blue Moon

Pack Mentality pt 2

Author's Note: Don't know if I'll get the chance to post this tomorrow, so I'm posting it now. Hope you guys like Blue Moon so far!

Ash B Bramble- I'm glad you like that's it's different. Anything you're curious about, or any scenes you think they need to have?

Chapter 7-Pack Mentality pt 2

When Derek picked me up after work on Tuesday, I figured out pretty quickly that Scott hadn't made his suspicions known to the older Beta. "You have to tell him about the Alpha. He thinks it's you who attacked the driver!" I exclaimed.

"How do you know it wasn't me?" Derek asked softly.

"Cut the tough guy crap, Derek. I know you. I know the real you," I reminded him. "He needs to know the truth, and I can't tell him. If I tell him, I'll tell him about how it attacked me and showed up at my work, and then he'll never let me out of his sight," I explained.

"He'll confront me eventually. I'll tell him the truth then," my older brother assured me. "I grabbed you dinner. It's in the backseat. I was going to take you out, but they're enforcing a curfew for everyone under eighteen," he told me on another note.

"Yeah, I know. That's why the store closes early now," I sighed, leaning over the back seat to pick up the steak sub.

"I thought you'd like getting out earlier?" he asked.

"Fewer hours mean less money. Less money means I have to ask Melissa for more, and she doesn't have it to give me. I pay for my phone, my school lunches, and gas if I ever use the car," I replied.

"Why doesn't she have the money? She has a good job," he mused.

"It's not enough to raise two teenagers," I said sadly. "And Mr. McCall doesn't pay child support. It'd be so much easier on all of us if he did. Scott makes more than me, but he has all his lacrosse stuff to pay for, and he eats way more food than I do. Plus now he's dating Alison, so he's got to pay for her too."

"I'll take care of your dad," he told me, pulling into the gas station.

"He's not my dad. He's Scott's horrible father. My dad was your dad," I hissed. His eyes widened fractionally, but he nodded and got out silently.

I had just opened my sub when the red SUV pulled up in front of the Camaro. The silver one pulled up behind us, trapping the Camaro easily, and I hunched down in the seat. Mr. Argent got out of the red SUV, clearly recognizing me, and I bit my lip to keep from panicking. In the side view mirror, I saw two men standing beside the silver SUV, and Derek putting the cap on the gas tank.

"Nice ride," Mr. Argent said, "black cars though, very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance." Here the Hunter took out the windshield squeegee, saying, "You have something that's nice, you want to take care of it, right?" I watched him curiously and every bit suspiciously as he washed my side of the windshield. I could see tenseness in Derek's shoulders, even if he kept up the mask of indifference. The Hunter was way too close to me for the wolf's liking. "Personally," Argent continued, holding my gaze evenly, "I'm very protective of the things I love. That's something I learned from my family. And you don't have much of that these days."

I narrowed my eyes, but I knew he'd realized that I was important to Derek. Then the hunter straightened and asked, "Do you?" I couldn't see Derek's reaction, but I guessed that he was far angrier than I was. The sound of cracking knuckles told me he'd clenched his fist, and Argent looked down.

"Don't react," I breathed. Argent nodded, and I sighed.

"There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?" Allison's father said. He spared me one last glance, and turned away.

But of course Derek had to be a smart ass. "You forgot to check the oil," he called to Argent.

I didn't like the smirk on the older man's face when he turned around and ordered, "Check the man's oil."

The smaller of his two lackeys came up to the driver's window and took what I thought was a hammer to it. I yelped as glass sprayed into the car and turned away, shielding my face. "Looks good to me," the younger hunter said, smirking smugly at me.

"Drive safely," Argent told Derek, getting into the red SUV.

Derek waited until they were gone to yank open the passenger side door and pull me out. I could feel blood running down my face and whimpered when Derek touched the wound. "There's a piece of glass in it, hold still," he ordered. I tried to watch as he used his claws to pull the glass out, but I couldn't quite see.

"Do I need stitches?" I asked. He sighed and nodded, flicking the glass off his hand. I helped him clean up his car, using my sweatshirt sleeves to cover my hands, and ended up having to throw away my dinner. The stupid hunter had gotten glass in my sandwich. "I hate hunters," I sighed, and he chuckled.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital," he decided.

T o say that my mother wasn't happy to see me in the emergency room was an understatement. "What happened?" she demanded upon seeing Derek walk me in.

"I fell walking home from the store, and cut it on a bottle on the side walk. Derek and I bumped into each other when I went to the bathroom at the gas station to see how bad it was. He offered to drive me to the hospital," I told her. Unfortunately, she believed me since I didn't have the greatest track record when it came to things like falling. You would think as a dancer I'd be a little less clumsy, but no.

After I got this weird glue type stuff on my forehead instead of stitches, I went in search of Derek, telling my mom I was going to grab food at the cafeteria. Instead I ended up in the bus driver's room, holding Derek's arm as he spoke to the old man. "Open your eyes," Derek ordered. On the second try, the man complied. "Look at me." The poor guy lifted his head, and Derek asked, "What do you remember?"

"Hale," the man wheezed.

I looked up at Derek, surprised, and he asked, "How do you know my name?"

"I'm sorry," the man replied.

"How do you know me?" Derek demanded.

"Derek, easy," I murmured.

"Hale," the driver clearly recognized me, but he used my foster name, and I tried to offer him a smile. "I'm sorry," he repeated, laying his head back down.

"Derek, come on. He's not going to tell you anything. Let's go before someone finds us," I pulled on the arm I held, but I couldn't even wrap both hands all the way around his bicep. He snarled furiously, and the man gave a wheezy cry. "Oh my god," I gasped as his heart monitor went flat. Derek grabbed me around the waist and we were out of the hospital within seconds.

"You're sleeping at my house tonight," he decided as we pulled out of the parking lot.

"Derek!" I groaned, taking off the locket. I dropped it in my bag and curled up in the seat. "I can't wear this thing. It's making my head hurt," I sighed.

"All the more reason to stay with me," he pointed out. "And I can't let you stay with Scott when the Alpha can control him so easily."

At that, I nodded and gave in. "I'll need clothes for tomorrow," I told him.

"I took some when I got your locket. Figured I'd keep some for emergencies," he told me. I shook my head and prayed they matched.

"Scott's going to know you made the driver die," I realized when we pulled up to the house. He didn't bother hiding the car in the shed, and I figured it was to let Scott know he was home.

"Then he'll confront me all the sooner," Derek shrugged.

"And you'll tell him about the Alpha," I reminded him sharply.

"Yes, Ami," he promised. He left me in peace to change into the sweats he'd taken from my room, and I noticed that they were actually my maroon Beacon Hills ones, not Danny's or Scott's or even Jackson's. I found that he'd grabbed me a black short sleeve shirt and a blue plaid shirt along with a pair of black jeans and my black boots. Three pairs of socks and my leather jacket were in the bag too. I left my socks on, since the floor was cold, and flopped down on the air mattress with my sweatshirt over my tank top.

I felt his eyes on my back and rolled over to see him watching me from the doorway. There was a sad smile on his face, and I offered him one in return. Then the front door opened, and Scott yelled, "Derek, I know you're here! I know what you did!"

I pulled my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my knees as Derek motioned for me to stay. "I didn't do anything," the older Beta told Scott. I really didn't like the sound of his voice, but I figured it was to make Scott angry.

"You killed him!" my adoptive brother accused, starting up the stairs.

"He died," the older wolf corrected.

"Like your sister died?" Scott demanded. I flinched, and Derek's eyes flicked back to me. I shook my head and motioned towards the stairs.

"My sister was missing," my foster brother's voice threatened to turn into a snarl as he replied. "I came here looking for her."

"You found her," Scott pressed.

"I found her in pieces," Derek cried. I flinched again, having actually found Laura in pieces. "Being used as bait to catch me."

"I think you killed them both," Scott told Derek, "I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the Sheriff." Then Scott reached the top of the stairs, and Derek stepped out of the doorway, throwing the younger wolf down the stairs. I heard Scott hit the floor, and then he snarled, signaling that he'd shifted. Crawling to the doorway, I watched Derek leap off the stairs and heard the floorboards crack when he landed.

Then somebody went flying through the wall below me, and I peaked around the corner to see that it had been Derek. "That was cute," the born wolf said. Then I heard a much more familiar snarl, and knew Derek had shifted. Derek roared, and Scott walked through the hole Derek had made in the wall. I noticed the way he moved and realized that the teen was such an awkward wolf. Derek snarled again, and Scott responded, and I crawled back into the bedroom. If Scott caught sight or scent of me now, I'd be screwed.

I listened with my ear to the floor as a person was slammed into the wall twice, then thrown across the room, falling over something. Blows were traded, and somebody hit the floor. Derek roared again, and I heard who I guessed was Scott hit the wall once more. I stopped trying to guess what was happening and just listened as they fought. I knew perfectly well that Scott didn't stand a chance against Derek. There were more slams and blows and snarls and finally the sound of claws meeting flesh.

I heard gasps that sounded far more human than wolf and realized Derek had shocked Scott into shifting back through pain. "I didn't kill him," Derek insisted, "neither of us did." I sighed, relieved, understanding that Derek was telling Scott about the Alpha. I got to my feet and moved to the top of the stairs, trying not to make any noise. "It's not your fault, and it's not mine," the man continued.

"This? This is all your fault!" the sixteen year old shouted. "You ruined my life!"

"No, I didn't," Derek replied.

"You're the one who bit me," Scott accused.

"No, I'm not," the born wolf informed him.

"What?" the bitten wolf demanded.

"I'm not the one that bit you. I'm the one who found Ami after you left her there, in the woods, alone," the twenty-two year old snapped.

"There's another," Scott realized.

"It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. And now I'm trying to find him, but I don't think I can do it without you," Derek explained.

"Why me?" the younger wolf asked.

"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants," my older brother dropped the final bomb, and Scott sat for a moment. Then he bolted, not even noticing me at the top of the stairs.

Derek climbed the stairs slowly, and I waited for him at the top. "Well, that went well," I sighed.

"Come on, let's get some sleep," he said, taking me by the arm. I curled up in a ball on the edge of the mattress, and he curled up around me, pulling me closer. "Just like when you were afraid of the monsters under your bed," he teased softly.

"Yeah, if by monsters you mean Cora," I retorted. He chuckled tiredly, and I soon fell asleep with my head on his arm. His forehead rested against my shoulder, and it was his deep breathing and eventual soft snores that lulled me to sleep.

Author's Note: I know, so OC Derek, but everything is about to change, and Ami hadn't really spent any time with him after learning about Laura, so this kind of came out of nowhere. I hope you like it!

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