Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Brett Talbot PT4

//AN: i picked this pic cause it looks like Brett's worried ab you cause he is//

you wake up periodically in the backseat of Stiles' jeep. your head is in Bretts lap with your legs draped over Lydia.

"Stiles. we need to hurry," Lydia tells him.

"I know Lydia. but I can't exactly afford another speeding  ticket," he replies.

you groan and shift slightly. pain floods your body and scream out. your chest tightens and you feel like your suffocating.

you turn onto your side and cough hard. you spit out this gross yellow foam and flop back down. you continue to groan as you lose conciousness again.

you wake up with a cold sensation on your back, arms, and legs. leather straps pin down your stomach, torso, arms, and legs. you jerk hard in the straps and feel a burning through your veins.

you hands start to tremble hard and your body follows suit. your mouth burns with the bile of that yellow foam and you can't turn to spit it out.

"Deaton!" you hear a voice yell. the voice is murmured and the room is spinning.

you feel your shoulders being pinned down and you continue to struggle. you close your eyes tight and when you open them a growl rises from your throat. your nails grow into claws and you slit the strap on your wrist and free your hand.

"hold her down!" someone yells. "we need to open her chest to let the wolfsbane out."

"just. help. her!" someone growls.

you feel a sharp object penatrate your chest and slide down to your abdomen. you growl again and collapse against the cool metal surface. a puff of yellow smoke comes out of the slice in your chest and the burning disappears.

your eyes flutter shut and the last thing you see is Bretts worried face.

you wake up in a blanket. you're on someone's bed in a tshirt and shorts. the clothes were from your locker at school. you sat up and looked around.

there was a faint pull on your chest but other than that you felt fine.

you trudge to the bathroom and flip on the light. you pull up your shirt and see the healing mark on your chest. your fingers graze it and you sigh.

"Damn dead pool," you mutter and shake your head.

"oh hey." you heard a voice behind you. you whirl and see Brett standing there in pajama bottoms that rest just under his hips, exposing his V line. "how Andre you doing?" he asks, leaning in the doorway.

you sigh and throw your arms around him. he embraces you and you start crying. "I'm okay. I'm okay thanks to you." you sob into his chest.

he pulls away and holds your face. "Y/N... I'm always going to make sure you're okay. whether you want me to or not, I'm here to stay." he says and smiles slightly.

you laugh lightly and kiss his cheek. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

he kisses your lips and smiles. "is that your way of taking me back?"

you nod and pull him with you to the bed. "yeah it is." you smile as you two lay under the covers.

"i love you Y/N. so much," he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

"i love you too Brett,"you smile and cuddle with him. you fell asleep and felt safe for the first time since the dead pool started.

//AN. THIS IS THE FINAL PART. DID WE LIKE THE ENDING?? SEND IN MORE REQUESTS PLEASE!! //