One Night

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"DEREK, SCOTT!" Scott's on the roof why am I yelling for Scott. Why is Scott on the mother fucking roof I don't fucking know. But i saw Scott on the roof and a pair of bloody red eyes.

I spit another round of curses as I shoot down the hall, spinning one way then the other I'm spat out in an operating room. I bolt back out when there's no sight of the sour wolf, then skidding down the hall to the elevator. It's closed and looks to be running however I don't suspect it's in use. Thats quickly shut down the the door beeps its arrival and I stumble to a stop, spinning out of view and around the corner I hold a crowbar to my chest. Yes I grabbed the first throwable or like bash-able weapon I could find. And that was a crowbar. Screw off peter. You're no help anyways. The bitch took the ambulance back to Derek's wanting to get Cora out of here.

Everything falls silent as I hold my breath listening. I hear no foot steps or any crunching glass. With a sigh I lean over the side of the wall and glance down; the door tries to close but gets stuck on an arm. Derek's fucking arm. Without another thought I drop my crowbar and rush down the hall swinging my body in the way of the door. Its sensors flood the door open and I drop to my hands and knees next to the knocked out alpha. "Fuck Derek!" I hiss angrily. Not knowing what happened to him is the worst part, because it could've been Jennifer, or the alpha pack, could've been either or- though- I press my fingers to Derek's neck and use my other hand to check the back of his head for blood. He's alive and the alpha pack wouldn't have left him so- not if they have Scott, they can still use both of them.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I curse then leaning back and lifting my hand to the air and pausing. "Derek!" "Derek!!" "DEREK wake up!" "Damnit derek!" I swing my hand down and slap the man across his face. His head lolls over a bit but nothing happens. "DEREK" SOUR WOLF!" "DICK HEAD WAKE UP!" I throw another slap, a stall in my breath before I throw another one. "DERKE PLEASE WAKE UP DAMNIT WE NEED YOU." I lift my hand again panting as I pause, my hand flat pulls slowly into a fist. "PLEASE WAKE Up derek," my voice drowns out into a whisper before silently letting my arm fall down. I lean forward and lick my lips. Hand moving to plant beside his head.

The lights flickering about soften as they begin to die with the power before blaring bright again. The storm must be letting up, I sigh and shift in my position to sit back on my knees, pressing a hand to Derek's neck I comb the other, harshly through the hair in the back of his head before tugging his head up and lowering myself down inches from my lips touching his own I pause. I see the flutter in his eyes, theres an ache in my chest, like I'd wish he didn't wake up- just yet. But maybe right after. His eyes peal open slowly then widen. My hand lets up on his hair, loosening to palm the back of his head that lays heavy in my hand. I move my other from his neck letting it lay on the floor for some stability once again. I don't move. His eyes I watch flick down to my lips, still slightly wet. Then my breath hitches as I feel his head lift ever so slightly, edging forward- towards me.

I hold my breath as he lifts again, this time shifting barely to get an arm under himself for support. My lips tremble, my hands tremble, my heart stutters. I slap my hovering hand to the floor and glide my eyes down his face, his buck teeth, his stubble. Derek inches up eyes sliming and just for a moment I feel his lips, soft, gentle, cautious in his slowness; his lips graze my own. I can't help the gasp that blows free from my parted lips as I push back, pulling away Derek halts then follows letting his eyes flutter for a moment, clearing along with his throat. I lick my lips and swallow, audibly. Then I clear my own throat and practically throw myself to stand.