Here is the next chapter for you all to enjoy. Please let me know what you think.

Again all mistakes are my own and I don't own Teen Wolf.

The first part with Scott happened before the end of the previous chapter, in case that's confusing, then the rest of his sections are in current time.

Stiles held up a Star Wars t-shirt and some dark blue jeans up to his body. He examined himself in the mirror then swiftly tossed the clothes aside. This had been his routine for the past hour and a half. Having gone through his entire wardrobe he decided to take a break and text Scott again.

Stiles: Dude I seriously need your help here!

The teen had already sent three messages to his best friend but had received not a single reply. Stiles sighed. 'Probably too busy hanging out with Isaac or crying over Allison,' he thought to himself. 'Still a reply would be nice.' The phone buzzed pulling Stiles out of his thoughts. He assumed it was Scott, but was pleasantly surprised when it wasn't.

Derek: Pick you up in an hour.

The boy smiled and decided that something simple would be best. He scoured the clothes scattered around his room till he found his bulls eye shirt and a nice pair of jeans. Stiles texted his dad telling him he would be out till late. His dad, assuming it would be with Scott, responded and told him to be safe and not to get into trouble. As much as he hated lying to his dad he didn't think he would take the news of his teenage son going on a date with former murder suspect Derek Hale.

It all still seemed very surreal to the teen. Never in all his imagination did actually think Derek would ask him out on a date. He sighed, falling back onto his bed. "I'm going on a date with Derek Freaking Hale!"

Scott leaped off the roof onto the next building. The hulking mass of a werewolf he was trailing looked back at his pursuer and let out a loud growl. The teen returned with his own growl which was filled with rage. The alpha continued running from the beta, Isaac still in his grasp.

He jumped into an alley between two buildings, followed closely by Scott who was gaining on him. The teen landed on the ground below and saw the brute turn the corner ahead of him. Scott quickly continued his pursuit but was stopped by something landing on his back toppling him into the side of a nearby dumpster. Scott roared in pain, not expecting the attack.

"Awww is the little pup hurt?" a someone said from behind him. He turned to see a woman with long brown hair looking down at him. She snarled at him and he noticed she also had glowing red eyes.

'Another alpha?' Scott thought. He moved to stand but was pushed back down by the woman's bare foot. The teen growled and the woman just laughed, unimpressed. She raised her hand, sharp claws protruding from each finger, and slashed into Scott's chest. The boy yelled out in pain as she raised her other hand for another swipe. Scott braced himself but the blow never came and the weight of her foot had been removed.

"Get away from him!" a familiar voice cried out. The she-wolf growled ferociously at her attacker who was out of Scott's line of sight. The alpha leaped towards her assailant only to be thrown back by an invisible force.

"Mountain Ash," she growled in disgust. She turned to Scott. "Take care pup. We'll see each other soon." She smiled slyly then took off running in the opposite direction. Her words sent chills down Scott's spine and gave him a heavy feeling in his stomach. Before he had time to think about them he felt the wounds across his chest begin to throb painfully. He winced st the pain and felt someone kneel beside him.

"Scott, we have to get you back to the clinic. Can you walk?" Deaton said examining the teen.

"I...I think so," he said shakily, slowly standing up with Deaton's help. "They got Isaac...I...I have to..." Scott's breathing was becoming shallower with each word he spoke.

"You can't do anything in your current condition. We'll get you healed up then we'll formulate a plan," Deaton assured the teen.

"Tell...Derek..." Scott was losing consciousness. Thankfully they'd just reached Deaton's car. The veterinarian laid Scott in the backseat.

"Shhh. Scott you need to rest." Scott shook his head in protest but he knew his body needed to recuperate. He sighed, defeated, and let sleep take him.

Derek pulled into the Stilinski driveway and parked his vehicle. The clock read 6:00 pm. Right on time. He took a few deep breaths before finally getting off the car. 'Okay Derek, you can do this. It's just a date. A date with Stiles. No big deal just a date.' His mental pep talk was interrupted when he realized he'd been standing by his car for 5 minutes without having moved. Pulling himself together the Alpha walked towards the house.

Out of instinct he headed for Stiles' window but stopped himself. 'Dates use doors, Derek' he told himself. He quickly shifted his course to the front door and placed three firm knocks on it. He heard Stiles running down the stairs, then cursing as he tripped on the last step. Derek chuckled listening to the clumsy teen make his way to the door. The knob turned and the door swung open, revealing a very flustered looking Stiles.

The instant Derek laid eyes on the teen his nerves immediately settled themselves and he felt perfectly relaxed. Stiles looked at Derek, confused.

"Derek?" the teen questioned "When did you start using doors?" Derek glared at the statement. Stiles was still waiting for an answer.

"It's a date Stiles. Unless I'm remembering wrong this is where people usually pick up their dates, is it not?" Derek rolled his eyes at the teen.

"Well yeah but I wasn't aware that you knew we had a door. I just assumed you thought this house was only accessible through my window," Stiles retorted sarcastically. Derek tried to fight it but the smile on his face was brighter than the sun on cloudless summer day. Stiles saw and matched the werewolf's smile with a cheesy grin. Derek leaned in close to the younger boy and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Their smiles grew even wider.

"Ready for our date?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded hos head.

"Yeah. Let me just grab my hoodie. It's supposed to get a little chilly tonight." Stiles ran back into the house and grabbed his favorite red hoodie. After he'd made sure all the lights were off and locked the front door the two started towards the car. Derek walked ahead of Stiles and opened the passenger door for him, causing the boy to blush. Derek smiled at that. The alpha closed the passenger door then walked around to the drivers side.

"So where are we going?" Stiles asked as Derek started the vehicle.

"You'll see."

Scott groaned in pain as he came to. It took him a while before he recognized his surroundings. He was in the veterinary clinic. He looked around for Deaton but saw no sign of him. The teen tried to sit up but winced and took a sharp in take of breath from the pain. His chest was heavily bandaged but the cloth bandages were thoroughly soaked with Scott's blood.

"Ah good. You're awake," Deaton said walking into the room. "It's time to change your bandages." The vet walked over to one of the many cabinets in the room and pulled out more bandages to patch Scott up with. He walked over to the teen and got to work removing the old bandages.

Scott talked as the doctor worked. "What time is it?" he asked groggily.

"Just past 1pm" Deaton said removing the last blood stained bandage fully revealing Scott's gruesome wounds. Scott looked down at his chest and saw the 5 claw marks running diagonally down his chest. They were deep but slowly healing at least.

"How long have I been out?" Deaton finished cleaning up the wounds a bit and was now re dressing them

"Well you woke up a few hours after you passed out but your wounds weren't healing so I had to sedate you till they started to close up. Overall I'd say around 14 hours, maybe." Deaton finished applying the last bandage on Scott's wounds and wrapped some gauze around them for extra hold.

"Thanks," Scott said sliding off the table. Deaton put a hand up to stop him.

"Hold it Scott, your wounds are healing but it's gonna be a while before you're in fighting shape." Deaton said pushing the teen back onto the operating table.

"But they have Isaac! I have to help him, I have to..." Scott was starting to feel light headed again. He laid down in the table to catch his breath.

"Scott you've lost a lot of blood. If you were human you'd be dead," Deaton said "Now, don't worry. We're gonna get Isaac back but you won't be able to do anything unless you let your wounds heal." Scott gave in and relaxed onto the table.

"Did you tell Derek yet?" Scott asked

"No. I was waiting for you to wake up so we could all come up with a plan." Scott nodded and reached for his pocket that he always kept his phone in. He pulled out the device only to discover that it was shattered beyond repair. Scott sighed at the broken screen.

"I'll give him a call when you're more well rested. In the meantime try not to do anything strenuous. It'll only slow down the healing process." With that the veterinarian exited the room leaving Scott to his thoughts. The teen laid back staring up at the ceiling, thoughts swirling around in his head.

'Don't worry Isaac,' he thought to himself, 'I'll find you. I promise.' The throbbing in his chest continued as his wounds slowly healed themselves. He let the pain lull him into an unsteady rest.

The car sped along the highway leading out of Beacon Hills. Stiles continued to question their destination, guessing everything from a simple dinner and a movie to underground fight club. Derek chuckled at Stiles' most recent guess.

"Oh my gosh!" Stiles said when the car turned off the main road onto a hidden dirt path, "You're going to kill me aren't you. You've brought me out to the middle of nowhere, away from town to kill me." Derek rolled his eyes. He had to admit the teen's imagination really was amazing though.

"Yup. I'm gonna drag you out to middle of the woods and rip your throat out. With my teeth." Derek winked as he said the last part letting the boy know he was kidding. Stiles smiled broadly.

"Soooo are we there yet?" The teen said in his most annoying, high pitched, whining voice. Derek smirked and continued driving down the dirt road. Stiles looked out the window as they drove past an endless amount of trees. The sun was low in the sky, just a few minutes before sunset when the car finally stopped.

Derek stepped out of the vehicle and opened Stiles' door. The teen stepped out into the clearing they had parked in and looked around. It wasn't anything special. The area was surrounded by trees that fenced in the cleared area. Derek was rummaging in the trunk and pulled out a small ice chest, two brown paper bags and a blanket. He began walking towards a small walking path that Stiles hadn't noticed before. The teen followed behind him, eager to see where it would lead.

The path winded through the thick trees before opening up into another clearing on the edge of a small cliff. Stiles gasped as he looked out over the edge. "Wow," Stiles gasped "it's beautiful." Derek smiled behind the teen where he was laying out the blanket out. Stiles looked out at the twinkling lights that was Beacon Hills trying to find his house.

Derek cleared and the teen spun around, nearly falling flat on his butt. His eyes grew wide as he saw what Derek had laid out for them. On the large checkered blanket was a picnic comprised of greasy cheeseburgers and what looked like a good 2 pounds of curly fries. The small ice chest was open revealing various sodas, juices, and waters sitting in ice.

Stiles' was hungrily eying the curly fries and his mouth was watering profusely. He walked over to where his date was standing and wrapped the werewolf in a tight hug before placing a small kiss on his cheek. "This is great," Stiles said.

"I'm glad you like it." Derek motioned for the teen to sit down, which he gladly did. The Alpha sat beside him looking out towards the now setting sun. His face had a smile on it but his eyes held sadness behind them.

"What's wrong?" Stiles said, noticing the Alpha's conflicting emotions.

"It's nothing," Derek said. Stiles frowned, sensing he was hiding something. Derek reluctantly continued, not wanting to push the teen away again. "I haven't been out here since..."

"Since the fire," Stiles finished for him. Derek nodded sadly. The teen placed a comforting hand on the werewolf's shoulder.

"My family used to come camping out here all the time. My sisters and I would play hide and seek in the woods while my parents set up a fire to roast marshmallows." Derek smiled sadly. Stiles was smiling too, thinking about a young Derek Hale. Running around in the woods for fun and not because he was chasing some monster that was trying to kill somebody.

"Sisters?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah," Derek said "Laura my older sister and Cora, my younger sister." Derek was smiling from the memories of his family. Remembering them always made him smile but it also made him hurt. The alpha was too deep in thought to notice that Stiles had scooted closer to him on the blanket. It wasn't until Stiles pulled him into a tight hug that Derek noticed the teen.

Derek returned to hug and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him even closer. Derek heard a low grumble coming from Stiles' stomach that made him chuckle.

"Stiles," he said, making the teen look up, "I can hear your stomach growling."

"Sorry," Stiles said embarrassed. Derek smiled at the teen.

"We should eat, before the food gets cold." Derek removed his arms from the teen and grabbed a water from the ice chest. He sipped his drink as he watched Stiles stuff a handful of curly fries into his mouth, causing his cheeks to puff out. Derek laughed at the younger boys antics causing Stiles to frown. This only caused Derek to laugh even harder as frowning with a mouth full of curly fries made the teen's face look even more silly.

Stiles swallowed his mouthful of fries before speaking. "Hey! What's so funny?" he scolded.

"You are." Derek had stopped laughing and was beaming at the boy in front of him. Stiles smiled.

"I think that's the first time I've heard you genuinely laugh," Stiles said taking a sip of his soda. The two boys smiled at each other, and continued eating their picnic.

Scott woke again, this time feeling much better than before. He swung his legs over the side of the table to stand. He was still wobbly on his feet but didn't feel as beat up as he had earlier. The teen looked over to the clock on the wall. 7:00p.m.

Deaton walked into the room having heard Scott moving about. "You're looking better," The man said examining his assistant. Scott smiled weakly.

"Feeling better." the teen said. Deaton motioned for Scott to sit back down on the table so he could check his wounds. The teen obliged, sitting on the large metal table. Deaton peeled back the first layer of bandages that were soaked with blood. Scott noted that is wasn't as much as earlier, a good sign. The second layer was pealed back revealing the wounds. They still looked pretty bad, but had definitely healed quite a bit. Scott gingerly ran his fingers along the gashes on his chest.

"Well it looks like you're healing up rather nicely," the veterinarian said. Scott nodded in agreement. "Should only be a few more hours now." Deaton applied more bandages to Scott's wounds before letting the teen speak.

"We need to call Derek now." Scott said urgently. Deaton nodded.

"I've been trying but it keeps going to voice mail." Deaton said apologetically. "Listen Scott, why don't you go home, take a shower, and change out of those bloody clothes." Scott looked down at himself. He was shirtless and his jeans were tattered and bloody.

"You're still not in fighting shape. Go home, get cleaned up. In the meantime I'll keep trying to get a hold of Derek." Deaton said tossing Scott his shredded shirt. Scott reluctantly agreed to go home, but assured Deaton he would return as soon as he had showered and gotten something to eat, as he realized he was starving. Deaton offered the teen a ride as he was too weak to defend himself if he was attacked. Scott accepted.

Scott walked into his house and immediately remembered that his mom hadn't seen him since he'd left to meet Isaac the day before. "Mom, you home?" he called out. He waited a few seconds. No answer. He sighed in relief. The last thing he needed was for his mom to see him all beat up. It would only cause her to worry more which she really didn't need.

Scott felt as if he was covered in a layer of blood, dirt and sweat, which he probably was. He headed straight for his room to grab a quick shower. He turned the knob on the shower to the perfect temperature. He stepped in and immediately felt the relaxing effects of the water on his body. He sighed as he squeezed some body wash into his hands. He gently cleaned the area around his wounds making sure not to make it worse than it already was.

The teen stepped out of the shower feeling fresh and clean. He wrapped a towel around his waist and looked in the mirror at himself. He examined the gashes on his chest which were almost fully healed now. He gently ran a finger over the healing flesh, remembering the previous night. His hand curled into a fist thinking about those two alphas, and how they'd taken Isaac. He growled lowly then exited the bathroom to get dressed.

The sun had set already, and his room was dark. Only the dim light from the moon illuminated the space. Scott found a loose fitting shirt and some jeans to wear. He'd just finished getting dressed and was about to head back to Deaton's when he heard it. A loud roar of a werewolf in distress. He recognized it immediately. It was Derek.

The date was going better than Derek had expected. He told Stiles about his family, which to Derek was like lifting a weight off of his chest. Stiles listened intently, only interrupting when he had a question or to laugh at a funny moment in the story. The Alpha felt safe in the boy's presence and vice versa. It wasn't until they'd finished eating and were enjoying a peaceful silence did things start to go wrong.

Derek was too engrossed in Stiles to notice the unfamiliar scent that was approaching them. Stiles was leaning back on Derek's chest looking out over the horizon when the Alpha heard it. The sounded of leaves rustling then feet running towards them. Derek growled and pushed Stiles to the side.

"Wha, Derek!" Stiles said scrambling to the side.

"RUN!" Derek growled. Stiles didn't understand what was happening till he saw two pairs of glowing red eyes coming straight for them. The first boy tackled Derek, sending them both tumbling to the ground. The second continued towards Stiles. The boy scrambled to get away but the werewolf was too fast.

"DEREK!" Stiles yelled, trying to wiggle out of the other wolf's grasp. Derek managed to push his attacker off of him and ran towards Stiles. He pounced onto the alpha freeing Stiles from his grasp. Derek threw the werewolf towards his partner.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Derek said checking the boy for injuries. Stiles nodded.

"Yeah, just a little shaken up." The teen looked over to the two assailants. "Uh Derek," he said pointing at them. Derek looked over to see that the two werewolves were now combining into one larger wolf.

"What the hell?!" Derek said grabbing Stiles' hand. "Come on." They took off into the woods back toward the car. The fused wolves chased after them, knocking over a few trees in their pursuit.

"What is that thing?!" Stiles asked, breathing heavily. Derek shook his head.

"I don't know, but whatever it is I'd rather it didn't catch us." Derek lifted Stiles into his arms, picking up his speed.

Just as they'd reached the clearing where the car was the other Alpha came crashing through the trees. He roared at Derek, who returned the favor. He placed Stiles behind him protectively spreading his arms out. The fused wolf rushed the pair, slamming into Derek full force. Stiles rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding being crushed by them. Derek tried with all his might to fend off the beast but it easily tossed him around like a rag doll. Stiles watched in horror as Derek was slammed against a large tree, toppling it and severely dazing the Alpha.

"Shit." Stiles said looking around for something to fight with. The beast heard him and turned it's snarling face towards him. Stiles noted the line running down it's body where he assumed the two bodies had fused into one. The werewolf leaped towards the teen, causing him to panic.

"Shit shit shit shit!" Stiles ran into the woods but the fused werewolf easily caught up with him. He was cornered now. "DEREK!" he yelled as the beast picked him up.

Derek shook off his dazed state at the sound of Stiles calling for him. He bolted into the woods towards the sound of the voice. He searched but found nothing. Stiles was gone. Derek's breathing grew heavy as his anger grew. He tilted his head back and let out a loud rage filled roar.

Man this was a long one. I was originally gonna make this two chapters but I just kept typing and couldn't stop myself. My writing juices were really flowing and personally I think this is one of the better chapters. Does the time frame make sense? I thought it may have been a little confusing. What do you think? Review and let me know.

Also, what do you guys think of the twins. Personally I really like them and wouldn't mind keeping them around for a while, maybe even join the good guys...but it's up to y'all

Thanks to AlphaBetaOmega18 and perksofbeing-stiles for the date ideas. I kinda took pieces of both of your suggestions and made this.