A.N: Hey guys!

This is the rewritten version of the original "Rescue me". The rest of the chapters are already written. I wanted to take a minute to thank MissLauraKinney for taking the time to proofread this story. It takes time and she is so gracious about it.

I will update quite fast until we reach chapter 16.

Please review and let me know what you think (or re-think)

Steffy2106

Chapter 1:

"Okay seriously what do you want us to do now? Are you a member of his pack or something?" Stiles asked, driving to the Hales' burnt down house.

Scott shrugged. "How would I know? It's not like I read 'Werewolf's life for dummies' you know"

Stiles glanced at Scott before concentrating on the road again. "You think we could write that? I mean we'll have a best seller for sure."

Scott snorted, shaking his head. His best friend really had a way of seeing see humour in everything. "I don't really think I'm part of his pack, though, because…" he shrugged, "I don't know, I don't feel we're connected like I was with Peter."

"Sounds kinky..."

"Shut up."

They parked in front of the house. " This place is still creepy." Stiles said grimacing.

"I think this place will always be creepy."

"Do you know why he wanted you to come?"

"Nope, I guess we'll find out."

"What?" Stiles asked, seeing his friend so composed was new. "Since when did you get all Zen?"

"It's not like he can do anything to me, can he?"

"I wouldn't say that." Derek appeared behind them.

"Don't anger the big bad alpha." Stiles whispered to Scott.

"I have werewolf hearing Stiles," Derek pointed out, glaring. "He's right, though. I am the alpha." He added, looking pointedly at Scott.

"I'm not a member of your pack!" Scott protested.

"Lone wolf pack… what a loser. Who would join that?" Stiles laughed.

Derek took a threatening step toward him. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Stiles took a couple of steps back, and half hid behind Scott.

"Thought so... You might not be a member of my pack yet but you will be, eventually. For now, though, I'm building a new pack."

Scott frowned. "What do you mean?" His phone beeped in his pocket but he ignored it, whomever it was, would have to wait.

"I mean, I'm an alpha without a pack, it makes me weak. I need a pack."

"How are you going to do that? Place an ad on craigslist?! 'Pack-less alpha looking for lonely betas'? That will attract a lot of crazies let me tell you." Stiles added, still keeping his spot behind Scott.

Derek ignored him. Stiles was a goofball and it was something he liked about him, even if he would never admit it.

"He's going to bite them." Scott whispered as he shivered with fright. "You can't do that! You can't curse innocent people!"

"It's not a curse, it's a gift. I already told you that." Derek barked impatiently. "It's time for you to understand."

"How can you say it's a gift after that?!" Scott asked pointing to the half burned house. His phone had started ringing continuously. "This wasn't a gift for me, I never asked for this. I never wanted it." The ringing grew steadily louder and more obnoxious.

"Make it stop!" Derek shouted, his eyes flashing red.

"Okie-dokie wolfie." Stiles replied, reaching in Scott's jacket pocket.

Derek sighed, closing his eyes for a second to try and calm himself down. "You never asked for it, but they will."

"Uh Scott?" Stiles tried, after talking on the phone for a moment.

Scott shook his head. "Even if they asked you, it doesn't matter. They don't know what they are signing on for. Will you tell them about the constant danger? The hunters? The lack of control? The danger and responsibilities you put on the people surrounding you? The 'weak humans'." Scott added, using quotation marks, just as Derek had done to him before.

Derek raised his chin in defiance. "These are small sacrifices for such a gift."

Scott didn't miss the fact that Derek had eluded the question.

"Scott?" Stiles tried again but he was ignored once more.

"You don't understand," Scott started. "We need to discuss –"

"We have nothing to discuss, you are not a member of my pack remember?" Derek taunted, burying his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"Why? Would it change anything if I joined? Would you spare people?"

Derek shook his head. "No, I need a pack and both of us can't make up for that. It's too late anyways, I already started."

"What?!" Scott eyes widened with surprised. He had been a fool not to see this coming. "You couldn't have-" He shook his head. "No, this isn't right! Who?"

"Scott we need-" Stiles started.

"What?!" Derek growled turning to Stiles. "Just spit it out, and get in the damn car! This doesn't concern you."

Stiles glared, he knew he looked about as threatening as a fly to Derek but he didn't appreciate being treated like a child, not after everything he had done to help them. He turned to Scott, "Aren't you supposed to go pick up someone at the airport?"

Scott thought about it for a minute. With so many things happened in the past few days it seemed like his mother talking to him about his cousin coming from France was the last of his concern. Plus she was from his dads' side of the family and though he'd apparently met her when he was 5, he couldn't even remember what she looked like. "Yeah, I guess...is that today?"

"Yes it is. We need to go bro, or your ass is in serious trouble."

Scott gestured dismissively. "It's okay her plane is not supposed to land before 6:45" he replied, remembering what his mother had told him this morning. But it was her fault he forgot...She never should have talked to him before he got out of bed .

"Yeah...about that," Stiles turned on the screen of the phone and showed it to Scott. "It's 8:30."

Scott cursed, gesturing Stiles to the car. "I have to go but we need to talk, please don't do it again...we really need to talk."

Derek gave him a predatory grin. "I can't wait to hear what you have to say McCall. Now you better hurry, you wouldn't want the poor girl to wait for you too long, who knows what's lurking in the dark."