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It Happens	By : SweetEnigma Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, I never will. Any songs mentioned in this fanfiction do not belong to me. Same for movies or anything else. I merely own the plot and my OC.

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Disclaimer: As usual, and to my utter disappointment, I do not own Teen Wolf. Any shows, music or other recognizable things are property of their respectful owners.
Also, Here is the pairings for this story: Scott/Allsion, Derek/Stiles (No one knows yet), Jackson/Lydia, Boyd/Erica.

I’m not sure how long we drove. My head is lolling to the side and the wound in my shoulder burning. My skin sweating and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Just as my eyes start to droop, Derek slams hard on the breaks and I smack my head off the dash of the car and howl, holding my forehead. “Son of a bitch” I growl.
Derek grunts and gets out of the car. I get out, staggering slightly before he helps steer me into some building. “Deaton” Derek growls, and a tall, dark skinned man walks out from a room that’s behind the counter.
“What happened?” His voice sounds calm, but has a slight edge to it. He motions for Derek to follow him and then I’m lead into a room where there’s a metal table and an x-ray thing.
“Kate shot her with a Magic bullet” Derek says.
Deaton looks at me, and I suppose he sees the blood leaking out of my shirt because he makes me sit up on the table while he goes to a drawer. I look back and forth between them both, feeling really tired and dizzy.
“Can you lift the back of your shirt up?” Deaton asks, coming to stand behind me. I glance at Derek in silent question and he seems to know that I’m asking if it’s safe, because he nods. I slide off my leather jacket and lift up the back of my shirt, making sure the front of my chest is covered. I hear the sound of something being broken open, and then I hear him pour something on the table. I turn to look over my shoulder and I see Deaton light this powder stuff on fire and then it goes out. “Hold her” He commands Derek.
Derek steps forward, and holds my arms at my side. He looks in my eyes, and I calm a little. Deaton shuffles forward, with the pile of ash or whatever it is, and then he presses it against my shoulder. I howl out in agony as it burns the wound, making my entire shoulder feel like it’s on fire. I feel something digging into the hole in my shoulder and I struggle in Derek’s hold, growling and whining. Eventually, the pain stops and the wound start closing up.
I make another whining sound before Derek let’s me go and I pull my shirt back down. I finally breathe normally, and I grab my jacket and try to stand up, but Derek flashes red eyes…eyes of an Alpha and I sit back down on the table as Deaton cleans up.
“What are you doing here?” His voice has taken an edge to it, and I hold back a whimper.
“I was sent here” I tell him, my voice sounds weak to me.
“By who?” His voice is more of a growl now. I snap my head up and look at him.
“My father.” I say and he gives me a confused look, but his eyes are still red and they have a guarded look.
“Why? Who’s your father?” He demands.
I look at him for a moment and go with telling him as little as possible. “He sent me to find you because he said you could protect me.” And that’s all I say. I know he can hear that I’m telling the truth. His face goes back to normal, and he looks at me confused.
“Protect you from what?” He wants to know, but I shake my head.
“Let’s just say that I’m alone now” and I think he can tell what I mean, but he doesn’t truly know. He just seems to guess. His eyes soften and he nods.
“I’ll protect you.” He says and then holds his hand up to keep me from getting up “But you have to help me. You need to help me spy on the Argents. I need to know what they are planning” The second he says Argents, I freeze and start shaking as a memory hits me, but I force it back. Obviously I didn’t force it back quick enough, but Derek doesn’t question me on the slight freak out. He just grabs my jacket, tosses it at me and then walks out the door.
I stand up and slide on the jacket, and as I go to leave, Deaton stops me for a second.
“Be careful.” And then he lets me go. I walk outside feeling confused, and see Derek leaning against the driver’s side of his car with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Let’s go” He says, his voice commanding. I nod and get into his car, and he peels out of the parking lot. I look out the window again as he drives. “You’re staying with me. And you have to meet my pack” He says, not once looking at me.
“Yes sir” I nod, looking over at his face. His mouth twitches a little before falling into a blank face.
He pulls up back outside the burnt house. I look up at it, and realize it doesn’t look that bad. Everything on the outside seems to be okay, except for the way back corner on the left side of the house. It looks like it hasn’t been repaired yet.
“They’ll be here later for a meeting” He says in his gruff voice. I nod quietly, still surveying the outside. “Let’s go inside” He says walking up the steps of the house. I follow behind him, listening for the sounds of anyone around. There are none. I feel more at ease. Derek opens the front door and walks in. I hesitate a bit, but I walk in and shut the front door as he glances curiously over his shoulder.
I hang my jacket up on the coat rack and follow him to the living room. “Thank you” I tell him, he grunts and waves it off. And then that’s that.
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About 20 minutes later and new scents hit my nose. I freeze and slightly panic before I look over at Derek, and he seems so calm. About 8 people walk through the door.
“Hey Derek” One guy says. He has dark hair and has his arm around a girl with long, dark brown hair.
“Scott” Derek nods at him. I can tell that ‘Scott’ is a wolf but there are 3 humans in this pack. “Allison” He nods at the girl. She nods back.
“Alpha” A girl with golden blonde hair says, she’s holding the hand of the dark skinned male. The guy nods in greeting.
“Erica, Boyd.” His voice is slightly sharp. They step away and go sit on the couch.
“Who’s that?” A boy with curly hair and pretty eyes says, motioning to me.
“We’ll discuss it when everyone sits down, Isaac” Derek’s tone is softer than before, and he looks at the kid with a fondness in his eyes. I look between them and can sense their emotions. They seem like brothers. As a matter of fact, the entire pack (humans included) seems to all have those familial emotions for each other, except for the couples.
I’m introduced to them all a few moments later. “This is…” Derek trails off.
“Abrial Truman” I stand up, slightly behind the Alpha.
“Great, another bitch. Did you bite her too, Derek?” the girl Erica rolls her eyes, and gives me a dirty look.
I growl at her in warning and she just smirks at me.
“Enough” Derek’s voice is sharp, growly and all kinds of –holy shit, he’s going to snap my neck- scary.
“I’m sorry” I apologize, and bow my head submissively. Erica scoffs and I can just HEAR her roll her eyes. I want to say something about her being a bitch, but I keep my mouth shut because I don’t want to make Derek anymore angry than he already is.
“Aw, you had to ruin the cat fight” A tall lanky kid with warm brown eyes and a shaved head says.
“Stiles” Derek warns, and the others kind of snicker as the boy yelps and steps back.
“Sorry, sorry. No throat to teeth contact needed” Stiles says, flailing his arms. I raise an eyebrow and look between Derek and Stiles. Stiles seem to catch onto my train of thought, and shakes his head frantically. “Nothing between us. He just likes to threaten to rip my throat out with his teeth” He says, and his voice sounds casual, but I can hear the falter in it. I just shake my head and mind my business. Derek fakes a lunge at him and Stiles squeaks, flailing. The rest of the pack laughs and I smile.
“Why is she here?” this other guy asks. His arms are around the strawberry blonde.
“She needs my help” Is all Derek said, and even though they look like they want to ask questions, they don’t. “We need to find out the Argents plan” He says and the girl who was with Scott, Allison, pipes up.
“I can try to get information from dad.” She says a slight smile as Derek nods.
“Chris knows what’s going on, and he’ll help. The psychopaths won’t know that we know anything” Derek says.
And then the meeting ends, but the pack stays.
“We should take you shopping” Lydia, as she introduced herself, says as she looks at my bloody jacket in disgust.
“No thanks” I tell her, and she gives me this look and if she were a wolf, it probably would have been even scarier. “Fine” I agree. She and Allison smile at me and then start talking about boots or something and I quickly become bored. The curly haired guy comes up and saves me from dying of boredom.
“Want to play Monopoly?”He asks, holding the game board in his hands and looking at me hopefully.
“No one wants to play the damn game, Isaac. Leave her alone” Erica snaps. I growl at her, and then look at Isaac who looks so damn sad that I stand up and hug him.
“Sure, hon. let’s go to the dining table” I grab his hand and pull him with me. We sit across from each other and he opens the box. “I’ll set it up” I say, and he smiles a little.
“I’ll get us a snack” And he walks off to the kitchen. I hear the rest of the pack leave, and Derek follows them. “Is popcorn okay?” Isaac calls from the kitchen.
“It’s great” I say, setting up the game board. I hear Derek come back in and then he’s standing in the doorway of the dining room, looking at me. “Isaac, do you want to be the boot or thimble?” I ask
“Boot!” He calls back, walking into the room with a big bowl of popcorn and soda’s. “Here” He smiles, setting them on the table. “Do you want one Derek?” he asks the Alpha.
“I’ll get it kid. I want the hat” he says, walking into the kitchen. Isaac and I look at each other and shrug, grabbing the hat piece and setting up the money.
“Derek can be the bank” Isaac says as said man joins us at the table.
“At least Stiles isn’t here to flip the board over again” Derek shakes his head and we let Isaac roll the dice first.
Isaac seems to just be so sweet, and he’s the youngest. You can tell he’s the youngest because of how the others (except for the she-bitch) treat him. He kind of has this scared look to him, but he’s all smiles, at least from what I’ve seen in the last few hours.
“Cheater!” I yell, throwing an extra game piece at Derek.
“I am not!” He growls, throwing it back in the box.
“You rolled a 4, but you moved 6 spaces! You’re supposed to be on jail, not park place!” I slam my hands on the table and glare at him. Isaac flinches and my head snaps over to him. “Sorry” and I sit back down, shooting Derek dirty looks.
“It’s okay, and Derek, she’s right” Isaac says, and moves Derek’s piece to Jail. I give a shout of triumph and fist pump the air.
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We finally finish the game, and Isaac goes home. I stretch out on the couch and sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Derek asks.
“Nothing, just…nothing” I shake my head and stare at the TV, which is showing some old Home Improvement episodes. It’s quiet for a few moments, except for the Toolman’s grunts and laughing.
“You like Isaac” Derek says out of the blue.
“Yeah…he’s really sweet.”I said, smiling a little as I thought of him.
Derek just chuckled at me and threw a blanket at me, and went upstairs. I wrapped up in the blanket like a burrito and fell asleep happily.
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