A/N.
This story is for Little Angel of Love for guessing the Alpha in I won the fight but I lost the war, Satomi.
I have no idea how long this fic is going to be but it won't be a one-shot, I suck at writing them and they never stay one-shots, Did you hear me scream, are proof of that.
In this story the nogitsune ended with Allison.
I hated how little they touched Allison's death on the show, we only barely saw Scott break down once, so this is how I needed it to be, a lot of hurt and comfort.

Chapter one.
Pull the trigger, now he's dead.

"It's so curious: one can resist tears
and 'behave' very well in the hardest
hours of grief. But then someone makes
you a friendly sign behind a window, or
one notices that a flower that was in bud
only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or
a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. "
―Colette

"So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the
price we pay for love."
―E.A. Bucchianeri,Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

All of them were at the police station, a new deputy trying to make them talk about what happened but he couldn't. He knew what had happened, but if he said it would make it final, make him realize that this time she wasn't coming back, this time she was truly gone.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder and a almost inaudible voice, "Scott?" it sounded concerned. Isaac, his mind supplied him with the name.

The hand moved away when a door opened and a voice sounded, strong and powerful.

"I think that's enough Parrish, let them go home."

There was movement around him and he could hear serval people leave the room but one stayed, Isaac, again. He was always the one that stayed.

Isaac POV.

He watched as people left, the sheriff stopped shortly and looked back at him, his eyes concerned for the almost catatonic Scott by his side.

"I'm going to take care of him, go home with Stiles, he needs you," he said, his own voice hoarse from crying so much, his eyes red and puffy.

The sheriff nodded and closed the door behind him, leaving Isaac alone with Scott.

The young Alpha hadn't said a word, not even to Chris, when the man had drilled into them what they could tell without raising any unwanted attention. They had had to drag him away from Allison's body, the young Alpha growling and snarling, no words they said had gotten through to him until Chris had pointed a 45. at him and said in a tone that didn't sound like he had just lost the last family he had.

Derek POV.

He tried to hold Scott back, whispered in the Alpha's ear, that she was already dead, that he could not save her, and that he understood his pain. But every word fell on deaf ears; the teen just kept straining towards Allison's.

The sudden sound of a gun being loaded, made Derek freeze, and he looked up to see Argent point a gun at Scott's head, the trigger finger hovering over the trigger.

"Don't you dare give up just because she's gone," the man's voice hitched but his face could have been made of stone, so hard it was.

"Don't you dare let her die in vain, don't you dare taint her faith in you," the man continued and walked up close to Scott, the gun in his hand not waving once.

Scott whimpered and Derek could feel the teen's body going limb in his arms and he lessened his iron grip around the teen's waist.

He looked up at Argent and nodded a thank you, yanking Scott with him to the station.

"Scott," he said again and laid a hand on the others shoulder, a soft growl coming from the Alpha and he pulled his hand away.

He didn't know what he could do, he didn't know what he should do, all he knew was that he had to get Scott home, get him some new clothes to wear, maybe even a shower, the scent of blood wasn't doing any of them favors. But there was nothing he could do if Scott wouldn't even allow him to touch him.

Fishing his phone out, his thumb hovered over Derek's name, he could call him, he should call him. Making a decision and pushed his finger down and waited for Derek to pick up, his eyes never leaving Scott's hunched over form.

"Isaac what's wrong?" For once there wasn't any anger in the be heard, only concern.

"I need help with Scott, he keeps growling at me every time I try to touch him and I need to get him home, please," he said.

Scott had turned his head to look at him, his eyes too big, to innocent to know this kind of grief, and yet here they were, witting in a police office for someone to get them going again.

"I'm coming," was all Derek said before he hung up, leaving Isaac alone with Scott again. He could feel his eyes on him, feel them looking for something.

"I'm sorry," he heard the other whisper hoarsely.

Isaac turned his head to look at the Alpha, "There's nothing to be sorry for Scott, and you couldn't have known what he planned." His voice firm, they didn't need Scott to drive himself down into the mud. They needed him.

"Yes I could-"he began again but at the same time Derek entered the room, walking straight up to Scott like he owned the room, and got down on his knees in front of the Alpha.

Derek POV.

He ignored Isaac completely, focusing on Scott only, on the teen's erratic heartrate, on the panic and grief he could smell rolling off the young Alpha. He laid a hand on the teen's knee, but didn't pull it back when he started growling.

"Scott." He said and took a firm grip around the young wolf's chin, forcing him to look up at him, the eyes nearly shattering him, so much grief.

He sighed and let go of him.

"I won't bring him back home, he'll come with me. I can't risk him getting angry and do God know what. You should go home to Melissa, explain to her what happened, see Argent, he can't be doing much better than Scott," he said to the beta.

"Are you sure," Isaac asked and pointed at Scott who was still growling low in his throat and eyes locked at Derek's hand.

"Yes, I can handle him, it won't be a problem."

Isaac nodded and with a last sad glance at Scott, he left the room.

He sighed again and removed his hand from Scott's knee; the teen stopped growling as soon as he did. He remembered pulled the teen away from Allison's body, the Alpha punching him and tried to order him to let him go, only for Derek to calmly say to him, "You may be an Alpha Scott, but you're not mine."

The young Alpha had strained against his hold, screaming after Allison, only stopping when Argent had pointed a gun at his face, giving the teen the full on guilt train. For a moment, sitting there in front of Scott, he wondered if he ever acted like this after Paige died.

"Scott, I know you don't want to do anything right now, I know you're hurting, but I need you to come with me," he said and gripped Scott's arm, pulling the teen up to stand; there was no sound from Scott, not even growling.

"Scott," he whispered and tried to make eye contact with the young wolf. Scott looked up at him for a second before his entire body fell down on the floor, Derek not fast enough to hold him up and a small dunk sound came when Scott's head hit the floor.

"Shit," he hissed and crunched beside the fallen Alpha, reaching out to shake him but all the teen did was staying motionless, his eyes empty and emotionless. Derek clenched his lips together as he thought. People would look at him if he walked out with an unconscious Scott in his arms. He looked between the blinds, people were standing and talking, he could see the sheriff with his back to the window.

Rolling his head from side to side, he gathered Scott in his arms, opened the door and walked out of the office, the sheriff almost running to his side, his voice concerned for the teen that was like a second son to him.

"What happened?" He tried to keep people at a distance so they could talk freely.

"It became too much for him. I need a ride back to my loft, think you can do that?" he asked, not liking the way Scott was unmoving in his arms.

"Yes, follow me," the older man said, and made way for Derek and Scott, leading them out to his car.

"You got him?"

"Always," Derek answered, because right now he wouldn't be leaving the Alpha's side until he was sure that the teen wouldn't go feral like his uncle and that Chris Argent wouldn't have to put the last memory of his daughter down.

As he sat in the back of the car, with the sheriff driving, he thought back to what happened in the station. Grief hadn't been the only emotion Derek had seen in the young wolf's eyes, there had also been anger, there had been hate, and there had been every emotion that the Alpha hadn't been able to let out since his friend had gotten possessed by the nogitsune. There had simply not been anyone to see that their Alpha suffered just as much as they did, perhaps even more.

"I'm gonna take care of that Scott, you're not alone," he whispered into the teen's ear, gently brushing a stray hair out of the teen's eyes, Scott whined and turned his head against Derek's hand.

"He's okay back there?" he heard the sheriff ask.

"Yes," he answered. 'As okay as someone who have just held his dead girlfriend in his arms could be,' he thought grimly.

He looked out of the window; they were nearing his loft, and then back to Scott. He wanted the pup to wake up but at the same time, he hoped that Scott would stay like this until he could get him safe inside.

"Just drive."

A/N.
Ugh, I have so many things that I want to write. Anyway, this was the first chapter of My sweet love (always remember you) and I hope that people like it, if you do please review.