"Hello?" I answered the incoming call, the sound of the ringer going through my entire car as the phone was connected to it via Bluetooth.

"Don't you dare lie to me!" Jacksons angry voice came through the loud speakers, it sounding even more aggressive then normal.

My eyebrows shot up, slightly surprised at his voice, what the hell?

"Hello to you too Jackass," I answered aloud, continuing driving.

What the hell has he figured out?

"What is going on with McCall, don't lie! I know there's something happening to him! Ever since we came back to school he's been acting strange and you've been in on it! He just attacked Danny during practice, yelling at Stilinksi about him smelling like you or something, and I'm pretty sure he just made out with Lydia! Now what the hell is happening to him Imelda!" He yells down the phone, I hear him fumbling and things being thrown so he must be really pissed.

"I... ugh..." I begin mumbling, trying to find a way to stall him when my phone begins ringing again. It announcing that there's another call trying to get through and when I look at the name it reads Stiles," listen... I can't explain right now but I will. I promise I will... I just need to some time! I will tell you! I need to go Jackson!"

"Don't you dare-" he's not able to finish since I switch calls and end his.

"Stiles," I say, sighing," you don't know happy I am to hear your voice."

"Imelda," Stiles voice comes through dead of any emotion which worries me," Scott just attacked Danny. He attacked Danny and then yelled out that it was because he had touched you... and... and he kissed Lydia."

"I was hoping you wouldn't find out until I could tell you..." I mumbled to him," I'm sorry."

"Wait..." he answers," you knew?"

I sigh," yes. I walked into it. They didn't know I was there but I did see."

"I'm gonna get him back for it," he says extremely upset.

"No Stiles we are going to help him tonight and then tomorrow when he feels better he will be sorry about. I will deal with Lydia don't you worry. I have a question though, why did he attack Danny because of me?" I mumble, genuinely curious.

"Because he thought Danny had hurt you. Didn't Derek says something about werewolves wanting to protect you fiercely? Maybe that's heightened as well during this time," he concludes.

"Perfect. A psychotic, heartbroken werewolf wants to be my extreme bodyguard," I mumble," Have you found the chains"

"Yeah, I did but I doubt he will go for it the way he's been acting so I have a little surprise for him," he says, I can hear that this will amuse him.

I nod," alright. I'll meet you at Scott's later then, for now I'm going to deal with a couple of things."

He quickly agrees and says goodbye.

Once again I tried to have a peaceful time, trying to get away from the hell that has become my life when I was given yet another thing to worry about. Honestly, now my craving for fries has slightly lessened.

With that being said, I pulled into the nearest Sonic drive thru because I still wanted my fries and a slushy.

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I was planning on going and possibly screaming my lungs out at Lydia but seeing as how she was still in school I would just have to wait. So I drove around for awhile, letting my mind wander as Beacon Hills passed by, eventually the scenery got boring. I had scene the same abandoned buildings filled with nothing but dust one too many times. I have no clue why but it gave me a sense of irritation so strong it took awhile for me to calm down and stop the rage from controlling. I knew one place, that place that wouldn't make me feel this way. Maybe it was because I craved one place, or maybe it was just me finally realizing the Derek might actually be dead regardless of the fact that Dom's shirt was left inside my house but I chose to drive out into the preserve, towards the remains of the Hale House.

I stopped in front of the house, positioning my car so it was directly facing the blacked remains before rolling down the windows, turning the radio up, and hopping on the roof of Andre. My car jumping slightly when I hopped on its hood and adjusted myself. Not far from me I could hear the creatures surrounding the forest going about their days, some scattering away as a stranger came and invaded their space. I guess the Hale house was now nothing more then just another piece of property, something the forest was taking back.

With my food next to me I sat and ate, this annoying feeling clawing at my chest the entire time while I stared ahead of me. There wasn't a hint of something moving, nothing everything was still. I couldn't smell that anyone had shown up before this.

I don't know why but suddenly I had a flashback, remembering that crazy first therapist I was sent too who thought it be best I write my thoughts and then hand them to him if I couldn't say them aloud. In his crazed mind he believed that I would intentionally hand him over some way to help me if I just opened up enough. Yeah that didn't happen, in fact, it ended with me writing a big FUCK YOU AND YOUR SQUIDWARD NOSE on the piece of paper before handing it to him and walking out.

I thought about his way of thinking and realizing that in some way he was kind of right about it. I mean after writing that statement, even if it was far from what he thought I would give him, it actually kind of lessened the anger I had. I actually felt quite happy.

So I hopped off Andre, grabbing the last bit of fries that were in my cup and stomped my way inside the demolishing building.

"Knock knock Derek," I said aloud, walking right inside like he was there listening to me. A big part of me wishes he was hiding somewhere in the trees out there," hope you don't mind me intruding; well I guess it doesn't matter anymore if you're not breathing anymore huh? Either way I'd still like to think you're watching me from above... well maybe below... with a giant scowl on your face and arms crossed over you chest, maybe even staring at my ass. I can just see that, maybe if you're up above my brothers smacking you on the head for checking me out too. I think if you had met Dom you would have loved him, well maybe you have and you both are fighting right now... anyways I'm getting off topic right now. Okay so I guess I should start off by saying I'm pissed off at you, we were suppose to spend winter formal night together! Now what am I suppose to do? I can't get drunk cause of this stupid werewolf thing, I can't even ditch the stupid thing. Now I've gotta go with Easy A, that's Lydia's new nickname by the way, and Jackass, I'm sure you know who I'm talking about. So yeah Der-Bear I'm pretty pissed off right now and I hope that nickname also made you irritated so we are both on the same level. I'm pretty sure if you were actually here right now that statement alone would have started a very hot angry make out session that hopefully would have ended with your shirt off. Ha ha... oh I am such a guy..."

I sat down then, having walked the majority of downstairs and spotting the couch where we had kissed, and I mean really kissed. I walked towards it without another thought and plopped down on it, running my hands over the charred pieces that scattered across it.

"... why did you have to go Derek?" I mumbled, butting back the knot in my throat," why? Why does everything good in my life go away just like that? Why did you even show up in the first place? I didn't need you... I was fine, then you show up and suddenly I want you. I craved every fight we had, every time you would show up and threaten me even though I could see you were lying about it... why couldn't you have left me be? You burst into my life like a shooting star across the dark sky and just like a star you disappear... bringing me hope and an ounce of joy only for it to fade away and leave me with nothing but grief. I've only felt like that once before, and it does not get better over time. It's worsened now."

Tears have begun to pour down my face, for a moment I worry that Scott or Stiles will notice but right now it doesn't matter. I need to let this out, I need it and I don't care who notices.

"I just have one more thing to say though Derek," my voice shakes as my fingers begin to tap away the tears, trying to maintain the little make up I have," thanks for leaving Scott and I in this shitfest and if you're out there. Watching me in the woods while I mourn over your death then I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass... but if you're actually dead then sorry for making you a dead fugitive."

I walked out then, feeling my phone begin to vibrate in the pocket in my jacket as I fished it out.

"What's happened?" I said, stomping down the stairs and wiping away at my face.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" Scott's animalistic voice roared down my ear.

My eardrum felt like it had been stabbed as I yanked the phone from my ear and growled through the phone before answering," clearly not with you Scott. Who the fuck do you think you are calling me like that."

"You need to come be with me. Now!" He yells once more," you shouldn't be alone. You should be near me at all times, you're too stupid to realize that you can't be alone."

"And I restate McCall," I say fuming," who the fuck do you think you are? I'm capable of taking care of myself dumbass, I don't need you trying to keep me alive."

"Yeah well look what happened the last time someone let you take care of yourself!" he says making my heart drop," Derek ended up with claws through his back and I had to carry your ass into the school."

Breathe Imelda... it's just the full moon...

"Listen you psychotic wolf, unless a demon or the devil himself is coming for me don't you worry. I'm fine, besides if I were near you right now it would end in me kicking your ass. Now how about you go home and try to sleep off this bitch fit you're having okay? Yeah I think that sounds like a good idea, I'll see you later Casanova." I sass through the phone before hanging up and revving the engine of my car.

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"Hello you redhead," I practically yelled down the cellphone into Lydia's voicemail. I'm assuming she didn't pick up the phone because she's either stealing someone else's man or is having a manicure," listen. I know exactly what you ducking did Merida and I swear to god I'm coming for you Annie. Now either come up with a real good excuse or tell Allison, Strawberry Shortcake."

I hung up the phone and get out of my car, heading up the driveway of the McCall residence when Mama McCall (the coolest mom to walk the earth next to my mother.)

"Imelda!" She says happily," I take it you're here to work on the project too?"

Stiles must be here already... what a great excuse.

I smile big," yup! I'm here to help thing 1 & 2 since those two wouldn't be able to figure out how to open a jar full of cherries."

Melissa nods, agreeing with me as she plays with the strap on her brown bag. I notice the scrubs she wears are a light teal indicating that she's heading off for a shift at work.

"Hey can I ask you something?" She says just as I go to step closer up the driveway.

I look up, smiling kindly at her," yeah sure? What's wrong."

"He's okay right?" She asks me glancing up at the window where Scott's room is.

I sigh and think for a moment trying to find the best way to put it exactly," I mean honestly no. He's been acting different and quite frankly Stiles and I are here more for support then to do a project but... he will be eventually. Maybe not today, maybe not for another month but eventually he will be. My mother used too tell my brother Dominic that overtime the pains of a heartache would lessen and it would be replaced by new joys, and that those pains would never be gone entirely but they would either be a lesson or a blessing."

"Your mom sounds like she is a brilliant women," Melissa says, smiling at the statement.

"Was... she was a brilliantly beautiful women," I murmur quietly.

"Oh... I'm so sorry-" she tries to backtrack.

I shake off her apology," it's okay. It's been awhile since it happened but yeah my mother was one of those women to give out the best advice."

"I sure could use some of that," she mumbles," Scott won't talk to me about anything. He just shuts me out."

I place a hand on her shoulder," you are that. Its just he's well... too put it bluntly he's a guy. They are all that way, too stupid to realize that sometimes talking to your own mother could be better then getting advice from the best psychologist you could buy."

"Thanks Imelda," she smiles," I'll see you later. The doors open, Stiles somehow got a key made and opened it, don't even ask about it. Anyways, make sure he's okay."

I smile and hug her," he will be. I promise."

She nods and walks over to her small car, a small smile on her face as she goes.

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"Stiles you're so fucking childish," I say, a small grin plastered on my face as I fight to not laugh.

Stiles rolls his eyes, continuing his awful handwriting skills on the dog bowl he is currently writing SCOTT on.

"This is part 2 of my payback to him!" He defend to me while I shake my head and look up the stairs.

So when I walked in the house I found Stiles practically jumping down the stairs like he was in some musical with the biggest smile on his face considering the shit fest he had earlier. Anyways, he walked over towards the kitchen while I trailed behind him in search of a cold water bottle and a black marker. Both we had obtained and now Stiles capped the sharpie in his hand and walked up the stairs while I went behind.

"What was phase 1?" I ask curiously.

He turns with a devious smile I know way too well on his face," look for yourself."

And I do, finding Scott handcuffed to the radiator with a very angry scowl on his face.

"Brought you some water!" Stiles says, pulling from behind his back the bowl and water bottle. He pours it into the bowl and then sets it on the hard wood floors in front of Scott.

Stiles turns to probably say something snarky at me but Scott grabs the bowl in his hands and launches it at him. It splashing all over Stiles jacket and my boots, yelling," I'm gonna kill you!"

Stiles breathed out and fists his hands before turning around in rage," you kissed her Scott! Okay! You kissed Lydia! That's my... like the one girl... and you know the last 3 hours I've been thinking its probably just the full moon, you know? He doesn't even know what he's doing and tomorrow he will be totally back to normal he probably won't remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch! A freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend!"

He huffs at the end of his sentence while I pull him back, grabbing onto his forearms just in case he tries to swing.

Scott's down low on the ground, listening intently to what he's been saying before saying slowly, "she kissed me."

"What?" Stiles and I both say at the same time, Stiles sounding a little more heartbroken then before.

Scott lifts his head, looking a little arrogant as he speaks," I didn't kiss her... she kissed me."

"Stiles get out," I murmur calmly, urging my friend to get out before the werewolf says anything even crueler.

But Scott only raises his voice as stiles walks out and slides down the wall," she would have done a lot more too, you should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted. ANYTHING!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I growled out, my eyes glowing to show my Dea side. My fists bunch up on anger and I walk out, slamming the door behind me as I sit next to Stiles and grab at his hand. Hoping for a quiet night, although it would be far from it.

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For about half an hour we heard him yanking at the handcuffs, trying his hardest to break them. Stiles and I stayed quiet the whole time, I started humming a song just to pass the time and keep my mind off the werewolf we had cuffed.

"Stiles..." he finally said in his normal voice, sounding guilt filled," please let me out... it's the full moon I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. It's not just the full moon it's Allison, please stiles I know it's not just a 'break' she broke up with me. It's killing me I... I feel completely hopeless. Just please let me out."

When stiles ceased to answer he fumbled with the radiator a little longer before calling me out," Imelda please. You have no idea what this is like! You got the easier version, this pain it's horrible... please help me!"

"Scott," I answered him a small voice," if that's you really talking then you must know it's for your own good."

He started yelling out loudly, like he was in pain. My breath hitches and I squeezed harder onto Stiles hand, trying to stop myself from going in there and helping him. Stiles laid his head on shoulders and screwed his eyes shut, blocking out the sound.

He kept yelling until eventually the veins in Stiles arms were popping out entirely and my bottom lip was bloody from how hard I had bitten at it.

And then there was a loud growl, followed by the clink of the handcuffs that sent Stiles and I zooming into the room only to find the window open widely and Scott nowhere to be found.

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"Fuck!" I yelled aloud, my eyes moving from the bloody handcuffs up towards the now bloodied window sill. I ran toward it, looking out and hearing his rushed footsteps going farther says from us.

"What do we do!" Yells Stiles, already near the window.

I hitch a leg out of the window and look back," you go get in your car and drive around until I call you or see something suspicious! I'm going to jump out this window and go after him! Hopefully dropping him from murdering anyone."

"IMELDA!" He yells just as I drop from the window and hold my breath, landing on the balls of my feet before flat out running down into the woods. Stiles voice yells once more," that doesn't sound like a very good plan!"

I turns and shrug my shoulder," ITS THE ONLY ONE I'VE GOT!"

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It honestly doesn't take a fucking genius to realize where Scott's heading, even before I caught the scent I realized where he was going and rolled my eyes.

Like usual he was heading towards Allison, although her scent wasn't the only one I caught which frightened me. I smelled Jackson as well, their scents mixed which could mean one of two things; either they had been actually making out or just talking. Regardless of what was happening I had a feeling Scott was not in the mood to stop and think about it tonight.

We came to this parking lot, a little ways from Allison's home where there as an athletic store. Scott stopped and jumped onto the nearest secluded black car while I kept myself hidden in the trees, waiting to pounce on him.

He was staring at Allison's silver car, growling and huffing quietly as he did so. Allison and Jackson sitting in the car, the cars light illuminating over them as they talked. It looked friendly enough but in Scott's state I doubt friendly was the word running through his mind.

He snarled out loud as hell and went to pounce, and that's when I jumped. Before he managed to even get off the car I tackled him, sending us both to the ground as I kept my arms restrained around him.

"Scott stop!" I yelled out when he landed on top of me, my back smashing against the cold ground. He struggled in my arms, I gritting my teeth and keeping my vice like grip until he managed to elbow me in the stomach and knock the window out of me.

That's when my arms faltered and I began coughing loudly, tears forming in my eyes at the sudden pain. Scott wasted no time in jumping up and away from me as I kept trying to force air through my lungs. I needed to get back to him, I had to stop this so I rolled onto my knees and slowly managed to recuperate my breathing.

"Scott," I was barely able to cough out but then I heard growling and screaming followed by Scott flying over my head and into the trees we had come from.

I heard struggling and growling while I stood and stumbled back into the Black Forest.

When I got to the spot where they were fighting my breath caught in my throat and not because of the pain I had just induced no, it was because of the werewolf trying to hold Scott down.

Derek Hale, the werewolf.

Neither payed attention to my awed expression at first, just continuing to fight. Derek threw Scott over him and then turned back around only to have to dodge Scott's claws before kicking him right Into the dirt. I leaned into the nearest tree, Scott landing at my feet as Derek grabbed at his collar and growled loudly straight into his face. As soon as Derek did that Scott began to shake his head realization overtaking his senses.

I dropped next to him, he looks at me and recognizes my face just as Derek stands right back up, his face morphed back.

"Let's not do that again," I mumble, still breathing hard.

"What's happening to me?" Scott asks out loud.

"Exactly what he wants to happen," Derek answers him.

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"Is he okay?" I mumble from the passenger seat of Derek's Camaro once he comes back from leaving Scott in his room.

Derek nods, looking me over as I slump in the seat," are you okay?"

I shake my head," after the day I had fuck no."

"You look tired," he says, brushing the hair out of my face.

"I feel tired," I mumble back, watching his calloused hands as they move the strands of hair.

"Did you get the shirt?" He asks me quietly.

I purse my lips and answers," yes but you never came. I thought you bringing the shirt meant you'd come back sooner. You didn't though. You came back for Scott not me."

"No I didn't," he says seriously, starting the car and pulling away," you're why I came back. I was watching you the entire time I was gone, I stayed away. Your friends ratted me out to the cops, I'm now a wanted fugitive Imelda. I couldn't very well show up to your school and surprise you, this isn't the notebook."

I snorted," this is most definitely not the fucking notebook. I haven't even seen the movie but if this were anything like it I would blow my brains out."

"So do you believe me?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders," maybe if you showed me."

He smirks, laughing as he pulls into my neighborhood," you really act like a horny boy Imelda."

"Ew!" I smacked his arm, a grin on my face" I meant bring me food! Or like candy! That's you thinking wrong!"

"Yeah sure!" He mumbles, looking at me seriously while I choose to start unbuckling my seatbelt.

"Seriously though Derek," I murmur," it's really good to have you back. I thought I'd never get to see that annoyed look on your face again, or get to call you sour wolf."

He pauses for a moment, staying quiet and looking over my face before pulling me into a kiss.

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So if you haven't noticed already I've changed the name from Flicker to Fireball. I think the name just suits my story better and if anyone knows Imelda she's a little fireball. Yes so basically there's about 8 more chapters of this story and then s2 will begin which excites me like no other. I sincerely hope you like this! Imelrek is finally picking up!