Am I Your Alpha? [FemScott&Derek]

Any Kind Of Alpha

“She was here for this.” Derek pulls the old Triskele medallion (his mother gave him) from his pocket and holds it up for the hunter to see. “We had a bunch of them made. Used them to teach young Betas how to control shifts on a full moon. I don’t know how Kate got it into her that they’re magical. I only ever told her it used to help calm me if I held it. Didn’t think she would be stupid enough to take my words literally. Seems like I gave her too much credit, for once.”

Chris takes the medallion from the wolf, eyes it over, chuckling when he sees the ‘Made In China’ imprint on the back. He hands it back to the wolf, scowling as he says, “All of her trouble just for something that might have been able to help her.” He scoffs, smirks while adding, “She must be really desperate.” (Which makes him very happy, so, he can’t imagine how elated Derek must feel...)

Derek nods, slipping the medallion back into his pocket and walking further into his family vault. He takes another look around, though, with all of the money missing, there isn’t much left to investigate. Everything else is still here–mostly, boxes of his family’s old heirlooms (along with anything that wasn’t completely destroyed in the fire.)

“Control was never one of Kate’s strengths.” Chris fights back another smirk, though, he can’t contain himself when he adds, “Is that why you like Scott so much? I mean, she’s not always the sharpest tool in the box, but you can’t deny the girl’s got the willpower of a fricking Saint.”

Derek rolls his eyes before turning around. Ignoring the hunter’s taunting, he arches a brow, looking slightly annoyed when he says (a.k.a. gently accuses; rather than asks), “You knew Kate was alive, didn’t you?”

Chris loses the teasing grin, nods and says, “Well, at least, not for sure–not until you handed me that shotgun shell of hers.”

Derek nods, asks, “What are you gonna do about her?”

“There’s a place I can take her.” Chris leaves it at that, smiling sheepishly.

Derek chuckles, asks, “Are you seriously telling me there’s some kind of supernatural jail?”

Chris winces slightly as he cryptically replies, “Something like that.”

Derek arches both brows. “Hm. OK. But you know she won’t go quietly.”

“I don’t expect her to.” Chris offers a sincere look as he adds, “But don’t worry, I’ll do whatever I have to.”

Derek nods. He doesn’t doubt that for a second. Even the nicest Argents are still the hardest bastards he’s ever known. He takes a small breath, then finally, says, “What if I asked you not to do that?” When he sees the odd look on the hunter’s face, he adds, “At least, not yet.”

Chris looks both confused and intrigued. He stays quiet for the moment, letting the wolf explain himself.

Derek huffs, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and says, “She took something from me. I don’t know how... At first I thought maybe it was part of my memory still missing, but... I’m starting to lose my sense of smell, and my hearing isn’t as sharp as it was before all of this... I think... I think I’m losing my powers...”

Chris blinks, takes a couple of seconds to process, then, asks, “But you’re still a werewolf. You’re born, not bitten, it’s in your DNA. How the hell does that work?”

Derek shrugs, looking absolutely as lost as he fricking feels right now. “I mean, I guess...I didn’t have powers until I reached puberty when the wolf gene in me activated. Maybe it’s...deactivating...somehow...”

“Well, that does not sound good.” Chris doesn’t know how Derek is so calm about this (even if he’s nearly always calm.)

Derek blinks, scowls, says, “It could be worse.”