-Chapter Seven-

Standing there, looking towards the body that laid on the table, he shifted his feet towards him, unsure of what to say and how to put his emotions into words. When he was about to leave, something came to him and he stayed in the room, only farther from him.

"Scott McCall. Who ever thought that a loser like you would become the person you are today. Look, these things aren't what I do, but, you were different for some reason. It felt like if I didn't say goodbye, or anything at all, I'd be uneasy with myself and it'd be hard to stay alive knowing you are- will be- dead." Derek slowly walked over to Scott, not wanting to seem as sappy as it sounded.

"When I saw you that day, there was something off about you and I felt it as soon as I heard your footsteps coming closer. When the alpha, Peter, bit you, I didn't know who it was, and you know that, but I didn't think that you'd be an use to me. You were just like one of those teens, the same story about how weak and unpopular you were, but you never wanted the bite. All you wanted was a normal life, no werewolf, no powers, no nothing unlike Erica, Issac, and Boyd did. There was something special about you the day we meant in the wood and I just never would believe that you, Scott McCall, would become the True Alpha, but you proved me wrong. It was always in you, you know- the True Alpha was always inside you, but you refused to let it out. What that bite did was let it escape, almost setting it free, and I thought you'd lose control of it, but you contained it. I never wanted to admit it, but you were always my favorite if I was to pick between Erica, Issac, Boyd, and you." Derek wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it wasn't anything that he's ever felt for a long time.

"Look, here's the thing about me and you, this werewolf pack, like the one you are forming- we've been together from the start. You may not have been in my pack, my beta, one of mine, but you were still with me, pack or not, and you reminded me of that. We fought, we shed blood of each other, and, that night in the woods, the first night when the hunters came and we ran, what I told you was true. We are brothers, Scott. We will always be brothers, no matter if one of us dies. Maybe that's why I feel this connection with you like I never had felt before, Scott. You were my first, true brother and I don't want to let that go, no matter how girly that sounds, I'd take your place in a heartbeat. I honestly would." Derek paused for a moment, gathering all his feelings together about to leave when he looked back.

"We are brothers." He confirmed, and for the first time in a long time, something wet came down his cheek and he went to touch it.

Derek Hale had shed a tear for Scott McCall.

"The day you showed me you were a werewolf was the day that I thought I'd lose you, but the werewolf inside you didn't stop me from loving you. No matter if you were the ugliest person on earth, and I do mean this from the bottom of my heart, I would love you. That day everything made sense- you disappearing, you changing your behavior, you getting stronger, you acting out- all because of that bite. You know, you never did tell me the story of how you were bite or how you handled it," Sitting down in a chair, she held his hand, looking closer as she shed a couple tears. "God, you scared me that night, almost gave me a heart attack, but it all made sense that second I saw you. Wanting to show me or not, do you think you could have hid this from me forever? I mean, you are terrible at keep secrets, but this one meant the world to you. Scott, I would always love you and you being a werewolf would never stop me from loving you, you know that."

"I swear that if we could change places, and I'm sure you already know, I'd be in your place, knowing it was for you, my son. You will always be my one and only son, no matter what or who you are. You could be an alien and I would still love you, Scott. I just- I don't know how to tell your father that you died. I don't think I can without bursting into tears or thinking, 'My Scotty isn't dead.'" Wiping away the tears, she tried to suck up the emotions as she continued with her goodbye.

"Please, just don't let go of your life just yet. I don't think I could handle losing you, no matter if you think it's for the best, it's not. I'd fight on the front line for you, no matter if it's life or death, I'd never let you go. Scott, please don't let me- us, your family- go. We love you more than possible and wouldn't care if you being alive would put us in danger. As long as we have you, everyone could die- I could die and I would still be happy to have you with me. Even if you woke up for a minute, I might not know what to say, but I'd still would cherish that one more minute instead of it never happening. Scott," Kissing his forehead, she stood up, her hands leaving his as she whispered, "I love you."

"Everyone has had a relation with you that is here- Stiles, your best friend, Allison, your ex-girlfriend, Derek, your friend, Melissa, your mother. What am I, Scott? What am I? Look, I may have not said it enough times, but you dying has struck something in me. Scott, I couldn't have stood here today with all of your help and others, but you helped, too. I haven't said thank you truly, like, there wasn't any emotion, and I haven't listed myself as your friend, but I think I am. Even though I've ignored Stiles and you, it's been something else and now you are laying here, dying, while I stand here, blabbering on about useless stuff. I never had to say goodbye like this before, but, I could always try." Lydia watched as Scott's body laid lifeless on the table, feeling like she was talking to a corpse.

"You're so pale, Scott. You are paler than pale and it honestly hurts me. It's not okay for you to look like this, alright. I order you to get off that table, look less pale, heal your wounds, and stay alive, maybe even get a haircut if you want, understood?" Standing there, knowing it wouldn't work, she went off the Lydia trail, heading to the emotional girl that cries about everything.

"Scott, you wake up right now or I swear I will come inside you to make you wake up," Lydia calmed down, hoping he'd move, at least twitch his finger to show he was still able to move. "Listen, I'm always here, even if it seems like I'm not, and you can talk to me, not matter if it's about Allison or some stupid lacrosse mix up, you can talk to me, but you have to walk up. Don't just do it for me, do it for Allison, Stiles, Melissa, Derek, and everyone else that loves you. Do it for them." Lydia whispered, holding Scott's shoulder before she left, wishing he'd wake up.

Wrapping her hand in his, for the second time in the room, the energy felt different, almost dead, but that would probably be because someone was dying in the room. Staring down at his face, she began to whisper to him, feeling her goodbye could have been better. Starting out, she began to say, "Remember that day when you saw me at school and we thought stupid teenage thoughts? You know, I did have a plan- no boyfriends, just get my schoolwork over with and then collage, but you changed that. They day we meant was the day that plan shattered, and it was okay for that time. Then the winter formal came around and I actually believed that it would be the best night ever, but my dad wouldn't let it happen. Scott, you know that we have been together for a long time and that break was a terrible way to end. It was a mistake, and this will be too if you continue to die like this and it's just-" Allison slammed her hand on the table he was on, standing up as she paced back and forth.
"Why'd you have to sacrifice you for us? You wouldn't have let them kill you, but you still have a chance here and you can come back to us- to me. Your mother is in pieces, Lydia is confused about how she feels, Derek won't talk, nevertheless look anywhere, but the floor, Stiles wants to cry, but he's trying to be a man for you, but it's not working for him, and I- Scott, I am dying on the inside like you wouldn't believe. The pain you're feeling, mine is a worse, and it will be so much worse if you continue to just let go," Reaching for his hand, she fell to the floor next to him, holding his hand. "I can't lose you, too, Scott."
"Just give me a sign everything will be okay and then we can all just smile like the olden days, yeah? We- we can laugh and dance and maybe even love if you are willing to, but you need to come back to us. Scott, please, I can't lose you like I do with everyone else. God, just wake up and live the rest of your life with us- me." Allison dropped his hand, crying as she stood up, beginning to leave only to turn back, a choked sob before continuing to leave.

"These talks aren't my usual sort of thing, and if it was anyone other than you, I'd just stay out there, waiting for the person on this table to wake up. Allison has checked on you too many times, hoping that she'd see you with your eyes open, Stiles is out there blaming himself for not staying longer, Melissa is shaken to the core, not knowing how to help or what to do, and Lydia is, well, not herself right now. If you die, all of our lives change, even mine and I don't want that to happen. Scott," Derek placed his hand on Scott's shoulder, closing his eyes as he whispered, "We are brothers."
"Derek?" Opening his eyes, he looked into light brown ones that shined back to him, staring at him as if Derek himself was dying.
"Scott." Wrapping his arms around him, never letting go as he let a tear fall, the only one he had shed in years, hell, in all of his life.
It was for Scott McCall.