"What part of laying low don't you understand?!" Scott exclaimed as soon as Derek hopped inside his car.

     "Dammit! I had him!" Derek exclaimed, ignoring Scott's question.

     "Who? The alpha?" Stiles asked from the back seat.

     "Yes! He was right in front of me and the frickin' police showed up!" Derek exclaimed.

     "Hey! They're just doing their jobs," Stiles defended, earning a glare from Derek.

     "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" Derek said, looking at Scott.

     "Hey! Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake, I get it," Scott exclaimed, keeping his eyes on the road.

     "All right!" Stiles exclaimed.

     "God! Can you all keep your voices down?" Grace slurred as she stood next to Stiles, making Derek widen his eyes at the familiar sound of her voice.

     "What the hell is she doing back there?!" Derek exclaimed.

     "Relax! She was at a party with Jackson so she's completely wasted," Stiles explained, making Derek look at Scott.

     "You let her get wasted?!" Derek exclaimed.

     "You were the one who hooked up with her!" Scott defended, making Derek let out a frustrated sigh.

     "Would you both stop being overprotective asses?!" Stiles interrupted, making Derek growl at him, "Now, how did you find him?"

     Derek sat back, shaking his head no at them. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

     "Yeah, both of us," Stiles looked at Derek, earning yet another glare from the sour wolf, "Or just him. I'll be back here with Grace."

     "Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris--"

     "Wait, isn't that our chemistry teacher?" Grace slurred from the backseat.

     "Why him?" Scott asked.

     "See? I listen," Grace giggled from the backseat, making butterflies appear on Derek's stomach, but he pushed them away.

     "I don't know yet," Derek said right after he stole a glance at a drunken Grace.

     "What's the second?"

     "Some kind of symbol..." Derek took out a paper with a drawing of a symbol Scott and Grace instantly recognized.

     "Scotty boo! That's your boo's necklace!" Grace exclaimed as she basically jumped over Stiles and stood so close to Derek she could smell his perfume.

     "What? You've seen this before?" Derek asked, trying to avoid the goosebumps Grace's breath created on his neck.

     "Yeah," Scott sighed, "On Allison's necklace."

•••

     "This is gonna be impossible, you know," Scott started.

     "Not really, Scott. I mean, I can go to her house, invited, and borrow it while she's not looking, or you could sneak in and I'll distract her while you get it," Grace shrugged, "Easy peasy."

     "Or you could ask her if you could borrow it," Stiles said.

     "How?"

     "It's easy. You just say 'hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'" Stiles explained and Grace scoffed.

     "You're not helping!" Scott exclaimed.

     "Why don't you just talk to her?" Stiles asked.

     "Well, it would save him utter humiliation, Stiles."

     "Yes! And she won't talk to me! What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

      "That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace," Stiles said.

      "Oh, so, basically, play the girl to get what you want in the end? That would make you look like an asshole, Scott, don't do that."

     When Scott didn't reply, Stiles nudged him. "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

     "Yeah," he sighed.

     "All right. Stay focused, not on her naked body, okay? Get the necklace, get the alpha, get cured, get Allison back. In that order, you got it?"

•••

     "How the hell did he find out?" Stiles exclaimed as soon as Grace walked towards the two.

     "What are you talking about?"

     "I have no idea, Stiles!" Scott looked at Stiles while Grace stood between the two with a raised eyebrow.

     "Did he say it out loud-- the word?" Stiles asked.

     "Wait, what? Who?"

     "What word?" Scott asked.

     "Werewolf! Did he say 'I know you're a werewolf'?" Stiles explained and Grace's jaw dropped.

     "Wait, who knows you're a werewolf?"

     "No, but he implied it pretty frickin' clearly," Scott answered Stiles.

     "Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, does he?"

     "Okay, stop! Who the hell are you talking about? Who knows you're a werewolf?" Grace exclaimed as soon as the two boys finally paid attention to her.

     "Jackson!" Thy both exclaimed simultaneously.

     "And if he wanted to tell anyone, who's gonna believe him anyway?" Stiles continued.

     "How about Allison's father?"

     "Okay, it's bad."

     "I need a cure. Right now."

     "Does he know about Allison's father?"

     "I don't know."

     Grace's arm was being pulled towards the lockers next to them and she came face to face with Jackson. "Why didn't you tell me what you're brother is?"

     "Um, we aren't exactly friends, and you wouldn't have believed me anyways," She whispered.

     "What do you mean we aren't friends?"

     "I mean we aren't friends. You have great parties and booze and all but you and your clique aren't exactly my close circle of friends. Besides, you and my brother are basically arch enemies so I really don't get why you're being so nice to me all of a sudden."

     "I'm being nice to you because I actually enjoy your presence, unlike your brother's. Besides, you wouldn't want Scott's girlfriend to know all about his little secret, would you?"

     Grace sighed. "What are you saying?"

     "I'm saying, your brother has to get me however he did to be what he is and we..." his face inched closer to hers, "Are going to get to know each other."

     "Ok. Fine. Just-- don't tell Allison. Please."

     "As you wish."

•••

     "Okay class, let's settle down," the teacher started as soon as Grace sat down, "Let's get our books out. All right, I'd like to return to our discussion from yesterday with a more in-depth analysis of Iago and the way in which he preyed upon Othello's jealousies."

    The class was interrupted when Allison stormed out with Scott shortly after and Grace knew he had done something stupid. After a moment of silence, Grace stood up to go after Allison.

     "Are you trying to hurt me... get back at me?" Allison spoke softly.

     "No," Scott responded with an equally soft tone.

     "Please don't talk to me. Okay? I need more time to get to just friends. Okay? Please," Allison spoke as she turned her heel and rapidly walked towards the girl's bathroom. Grace walked up to Scott and hit him in the back of his head.

     "Are you serious?!" She said before her brother tried to talk.

     "What? I though she would--"

     "Don't even start, okay? God! You took advice from Stiles? A guy who's never had a real relationship before? I told you not to do that! The poor girl just broke up with you, don't you think that doesn't hurt just as badly for her? She's the one that caused all the pain. And you're just making it worse. You want the necklace? Either grow the balls to ask her for it or sneak into her room and get it, there's no need for any more heartbreak there," Grace said right before she walked towards the direction where Allison went to.

•••

     "What are you doing?" Grace whisper-yelled at Jackson who was just staring at her brother and Stiles.

     He ignored her as he took a slow bite of the apple on his hand. When he saw Scott slightly wince, he chuckled slowly. "Scott? You can hear me?"

     "Stop, Jackson. Please."

     "You can, can't you? Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" He stood up and stood on a corner, yet Grace could still hear every word he spoke perfectly. She turned back to Allison and Lydia in front of her and acted as if she was hearing their meaningless conversation as she listened in on what Jackson was saying.

     "Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So what else can you do, huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse? I'll bet my new co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots, aren't you, McCall? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her. I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone and I'm gonna get my hands on that tight little body. I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How are you gonna feel, Scott, when she's screaming my name," A loud clatter interrupted all sound on the cafeteria and all eyes were on Scott, "What a show you put on there, Scotty. Oh and you thought I was over? Well, after I'm done with Allison, I'll go straight for the other important woman in your life. Grace. And when I'm done with her, she won't even remember Derek. Oh, you thought no one knew? Well, I'm a great observer. I could see the hickeys on her neck one day, the worry on her face when he wound up in the middle of the parking lot, the tears in her eyes every time he would walk right past her without even taking notice of her fragile body shattering at his sight. She got hot. I mean, in sixth grade, Grace McCall was another name for fugly, but now, bam! She got skinny and she got an ass. Wouldn't you like to know if she knows how to ride? If that Derek dude actually taught her something in bed? Well, Grace McCall will come walking side to side after I'm done with her."

     The smirk on Jackson's face only grew bigger at Scott's death glare and he strutted back to where Grace was sat. Yet, before he could sit next to her, she stood up. "You're disgusting. Don't ever talk to me again, asshole."

•••

     "Hey Stiles, you don't have to worry anymore about the Jackson thing, I mean what Derek and I--" Grace started as she walked towards Stiles' room, stopping dead in her tracks when her eyes met with Derek's. It was as if the air on her lungs suddenly disappeared and Grace's feet found their way of the room before her heart could explode from beating too many times per minute. She turned on her heel as she rapidly got out of Stiles' room.

     "Stiles!" Grace called out softly into the hallway and Stiles appeared.

     "You called?"

      "Derek Hale? In your room and you didn't think to tell me?!" She started as she felt the anxiety rushing through her veins.

     "Hey, it's okay. Um, but you do have to enter the room again since, uh, Danny's here and you have to, well, play the part," Stiles said and Danny came up the stairs.

     "Why the hell is Danny here?" She whispered at Stiles as soon as Danny entered his room.

     "You'll see."

     Her eyes widened as she entered the room after Stiles and caught sight of Derek once again. His emerald green eyes latched onto her caramel brown ones and he looked down. She took a deep breath and stood beside Stiles.

     "Ok, Danny," Stiles sighed as he looked at Derek then back at Danny, "I need you to trace a text."

     "You want me to do what?" He exclaimed as he looked at Grace to see if he was joking. She raised an eyebrow at him before quickly glancing at Derek. 

     "Trace a text," Stiles repeated.

     "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

     "And we will, once you trace the text."

     "And what makes you think I know how?" Danny sassed making Stiles look at Grace as he sighed.

     "I--I looked up your arrest report, so..."

     "Whoa, Danny has an arrest report?" Grace interrupted and Danny groaned in annoyance.

     "I--I was 13," Danny said defensively, "They dropped the charges."

     "Whatever," Stiles said, raising an eyebrow.

     "No, we're doing lab work," Danny said as he sat down next to Stiles, making him groan silently. After both of them looking at Grace she raised an eyebrow.

     "What?"

     "Why are you standing up?"

     "Because there aren't any more seats here," She said in a sarcastic tone and Stiles looked back at her, muttering for her to sit on the bed. Next to Derek. She sighed in frustration as she hesitantly walked towards the bed and gently plopped down on it.

     "Who's he again?" Danny asked as he looked back to the chair Derek was sitting on.

     "My cousin... Miguel."

     Grace fought the urge to snort and Derek shot a glare at Stiles as he looked up from the giant dictionary he was fake reading on his lap. 

     "Is that blood on his shirt?"

     "Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds," Stiles lied horribly as he looked back at Grace with widened eyes, "Hey, Miguel, I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." 

     Stiles motioned Derek to go to the closet and he reluctantly stood up, his death glare always present. Grace's eyes widened as Derek took his shirt off and revealed his abs. She bit her lip as the butterflies on her stomach turned to elephants.

     "So anyways, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably--" Stiles started but was interrupted by Derek.

     "Uh, Stiles?"

     "Yes?" Stiles groaned and Danny smirked as Derek's abs were exposed. Grace couldn't help but feel a hint of jealousy as Danny checked Derek out and she looked down as she crossed her legs on top of Stiles' bed.

     "This..." Derek started as he motioned to his shirt, "No fit."

     "Then try something else on," Stiles responded as he looked back to his computer. His eyes widened when he saw that Danny's eyes were still glued on Derek's abs.

     "Whoa, Danny boy, slow your roll," Stiles muttered, earning a look from Danny.

     "What?"

     "Don't check cousin Miguel out," Stiles scolded and Danny raised an eyebrow at him. Derek looked back at Stiles with a glare after he put on a horrible shirt.

     "Why not? Does he have a girlfriend?"

     "Yes. Yeah... Grace is his girlfriend."

     Grace's eyes shot up. "Excuse me?"

     "Yeah. They just didn't want to make it public, you know? Brother issues," Stiles kept volunteering information as he looked back at Grace who shared the exact same glare Derek was sporting. Danny looked back at Grace for confirmation and she reluctantly stood up next to Derek.

     "Yeah! He's, uh, my boyfriend," Grace said as she intertwined her hand with Derek's and snuggled on his muscular arm. His body stiffened slightly under her touch but relaxed as a small smile crept on his face and the familiar butterflies danced on both of their stomachs.  

     "You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?" Stiles teased as he and Danny looked back at the computer in front of them. In that moment, Grace let go of Derek's hand and looked down as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Derek looked down at her with a small frown as he realized he had messed up. He couldn't get her back now.

     "You're a horrible person," Danny said.

     "I know. It keeps me awake at night," Stiles smirked, "Anyway, about that text."

     "I'll need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of the text," Danny sighed as Stiles did a small victory dance beside him and Grace walked behind them.

     Derek took the uncomfortable shirt off and finally found one that fit, then walked next to Grace. Danny sighed. "There."

     "The text was sent from a computer. This one," Danny said as he pointed to the computer.

     "Registered to that account name?" Derek asked.

     "Fuck," Grace muttered as she paced back to the bed, making Derek look back at her in concern.

     "No, no, no, no, no, that can't be right," Stiles said as he looked at the name in the bottom of the computer.

     Melissa McCall.

•••

     "Did you get the picture?" Scott asked through Stiles' phone.

     "Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing," Stiles said before Derek took the phone out of his hands and put it over his ear.

     "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something," Derek said.

     "No, no, the thing's flat, and, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here, you're first line," Scott said as soon as Stiles got his phone back, "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

     "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him-- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."

     "You're not gonna make it," Derek said as soon as Stiles hung up.

     "I know."

     "And you didn't tell him about his mom, either," Derek sighed.

     "Okay, my mom is not the alpha, okay?" Grace started as she sat back and muttered, "She can't be."

    "Well, we don't know that for sure, Grace, so let's not jump to conclusions until we find out the truth, right Derek?" Stiles said and Derek sighed.

     "By the way, one more thing," Derek said and slammed Stiles' face against the wheel of the car.

     "Aw, what the hell was that for--" Stiles started as he groaned in pain.

     "You know what that was for, now go," Derek instructed and Stiles went out the car to enter the hospital.

     Not long after Stiles left the car Grace mustered the courage to actually talk to Derek. She looked down at her palms before asking.

     "Why do you always expect the worst from people?" She muttered and Derek sighed, knowing they would have this conversation sooner or later, "I mean, that's why you pushed me away, right?"

     Her voice was small but she knew he could hear her. After receiving silence as an answer, Grace looked at Derek. "That's the thing, Derek, I wasn't planning on leaving you. I actually enjoyed the times we had together. But I get it, what we had, whatever we had, was illegal and, well, wrong, but... you didn't have to push me away."

     Derek looked down at his palms. Grace knew he wasn't great a expressing emotions so this little conversation they were having was hard for him. Yet she wanted him to fight for her, to actually feel like he cared for her, but he was apparently ignoring her. She sighed as she went out of the car and after Stiles.

     She jogged inside the hospital, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw the whole hospital was completely empty. "Stiles?" She called out, receiving no answer.

     As she walked towards the front desk, she shrieked as Stiles appeared in front of her. "What are you doing here?!" 

     "You were taking long enough," She sighed, "Where's my mom?"

     "I have no idea," He said and Grace bit her bottom lip, "Is Derek still in the car?" Grace nodded and he got his phone out, dialing his number.

     "Did you find her?" Derek asked immediately.

     "Yeah, no, I haven't found her," Stiles responded.

     "Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle," Derek said as Stiles and Grace walked towards the room were Peter Hale was, both of their eyes widening at the sight.

     "Yeah, well, he's not here," Stiles said shakily.

     "What?"

     "He's not here, he's gone, Derek," Stiles repeated.

     "Stiles, get out of there right now-- It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!" Derek exclaimed.

     Grace's eyes widened as she felt the familiar feeling of dread and horror flow through her veins. as her eyes met with Peter Hale's and he smirked, knowing exactly who she was. "You must be Grace," he said with a smirk on his lips as her legs managed to walk back, Stiles still in front of her.

      As Stiles took Grace's arm to get out, they both came to a halt when they came face to face with Peter's nurse. "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over," She said as the both of them looked between the two.

    "Oh God," Grace muttered as her grip on Stiles' hand became stronger.

     "You..." Stiles pointed at the nurse as he looked back at Peter, also pointing at him, "And him. You're-- You're the one who-- Oh my God I'm gonna die."

     "Stiles... we need to go," She whispered in Stiles' ear before Derek punched the nurse's face with his elbow.

     "Well that's not nice. She's my nurse," Peter said as Grace walked behind Derek.

     "She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Stiles get out of the way," Derek said and Stiles immediately moved beside Grace, pulling her behind the front desk.

     "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter started and Derek growled at him, as he and his uncle started fighting.

     "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me, I was being driven by pure instinct," Peter said as he dragged Derek by the neck and took a key from his nurse's pocket.

     "You want forgiveness?" Derek asked as he stood up and punched Peter in the face yet he wasn't harmed at all as he head butted Derek.

     "I want understanding," Peter said and kicked his nephew about three feet away from him, "Do you have any idea... what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell. Even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an alpha, taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that."

    Derek stood up and tried to punch Peter once again, failing as his uncle dodged his attempts, taking his arm and pulling it back as he broke his bones. "I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." 

     Peter raised Derek's body and shoved him over the front desk, walking slowly behind him as he tried to crawl to safety. "I was going to wait for dramatic flair, but..." Peter looked in a mirror at the half of his face that was burned and flipped it, stopping it as soon as the scars were gone, "When you look this good, why wait? Derek, you have to give me a chance to explain. After all, we're family." 

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Well this chapter took a hell of a long time to write. Btw, not a fan of bitchy Grace, so sorry about that lmao, but I hope you guys enjoyed this little piece of crap chapter and maybe the next one has smut... who knows? (;