I could hear the intake of breath Ms. Morello took every so often when she stared at me, that small knowing smirk plastered on her face.

I could hear the way the clock ticked away, it counting down to the last minutes before the bells rang and I was able to run as fast as possible from this room towards my safe haven.

I could hear papered shuffling outside the office,her assistant preparing to leave just like me.

I could hear all of this and yet it was silent, it was silent enough to make my hands sweat and gulp. I hated silence, and Ms. Morell knew that very well.

In fact, she knew me very well, with the limited amount of information she had obtained.

"What did you need me for?" I finally asked, my own anxiousness getting to me.

"You ditched our last meeting," she answered.

I nodded,"yes, I was called into work."

She slowly nodded, "you changed your look, why?"

I looked down at my wardrobe," I felt like it was time to change. You were right."

"What was I right about?" Her smooth tone making me more hesitant.

"About me dwelling in the past, it wasn't good," I recited her words from all our other meetings.

"What finally made you realize it? It couldn't have been my constant reminder?" Her tone was accusing, like she knew the answer before I did.

I knew I should have dropped by a long time ago, a quick hello and goodbye would have sufficed.

"It wasn't you," I said to her, my voice slightly changing," it was my own choice. I was tired of it all, my old ways helped no one, not even me. I had to stop acting like a kid."

"Why were you acting like a kid?" She questioned me.

I narrowed my eyes, the clever bitch. She knew exactly what was wrong, she knew it all. It was all explained in perfect sentences across those stacks of folders inside the black cabinet behind her. That cabinet, solely dedicated to my torture gave her enough ammo to bring me back to tears. I wouldn't let her though, because even though she had the ammo I was indestructible. I'd been attacked countless times by others like her and no one was able to get a tear out of me.

The bell rang above her head, and I smirked," looks like we can talk about this next time."

"Not so fast," she cuts my escape short," our session isn't done now sit down."

I glare at her," you can't keep me hear, I have to get to work."

On cue my phone dings, it's a text message and when I pull it out from my back pocket I see it's from Jackson. I wonder what's happened?

"You're not going anywhere," Ms. Morrell orders me," I'm sure 'work' will understand, now sit down or I'll let you know who In on your progress."

I slit my eyes at the insane bitch, she's got me there. Id sit here for hours before letting her make that dreaded call.

I grumble but set my bag down and plop back onto the chair, it was a terrible thing blue and shaped funny, there was no way someone was going to spill there feelings when the back of this thing is digging into my back.

Just to piss her off so we were equal in emotions I lifted my feet on top of her desk and pulled my hands to support the back of my head and smirked at her," alright Morrell, I'll stay. You're not getting me to answer that question though."

A triumphant little smirk danced around her lips," alright let's start somewhere else, I see you've been driving lately."

I nod my head and shrug," so what?"

"Why the blue Mustang?" She questions.

I raise an eyebrow, what's everyone's deal with my car. Seriously leave it to me," because it's my car, it was a gift."

"You've had it for so long? Why just now have you decided to drive it?" She interrogates.

"Because I was tired of having to leave earlier when it was a 5 minute drive, so what?" I say nonchalantly.

She's going to have to try so much harder if she's going to get anywhere with me. Hell, she just might be stuck right where she is until I graduate, then I'll be a lost case.

"Why not the other one?" She blurts out.

I narrow my eyes," there is no other, it's just the blue mustang, Andre."

"Is that-" my phones loud ringer, which just so happens to be The Thrill by Wiz Khalifa blasts inside the room.

I yank at the phone and look at the name, it's Stiles, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes but set it aside and send him straight to voicemail.

"Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski? How did you meet him?" Ms. Morrell breaks pulls my attention back.

"At a party," I answer in detail for once," he's my friend and a good guy. We just kind of clicked, he's become one of my best friends."

She nods," you know his mother passed away right? A couple years ago, not too long actually. He was devastated for awhile, tried talking to him but like you he would budge."

"Wait," my eyes pop in surprise," his mother... died."

She nods," yes, maybe 8 years ago. She was diagnosed with frontotemporal Dementia, it's incurable."

I leaned back, my heart slowly breaking for the golden eyed boy who only tried to help amongst his own pain and I'd lashed out at. I owed him an apology.

My phone once again loudly began to sound off, but Ms. Morrell took it from the spot in front of me and set it next to her death.

"Why did you tell me all of that? I thought sessions with you clients were confidential?" I asked her, weren't they? I mean if she's out telling other my fucked up problems then someone's getting sued.

"It's not confidential, everyone knew about Mrs. Stilinski's death," she defends.

My phone once again rang, it started scaring me on how alarmed it sounded.

The Guidance Counselor from hell kept looking down at it," seems like someone's in a hurry to reach you."

I nod my head," yeah, unfortunately they might die and you won't let me answer."

"You were always overdramatic," she says with venom in her voice.

I sigh as my phone rings once more, boy is this going to be a long day.

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This women literally wants to kill me, I've been stuck in this room for 3 hours! I don't even think it's legal to hold a student this long in a classroom but apparently she can hold me under the pretenses of the phone call. My phones been constantly ringing, every time it did happen I would just stare at the black phone and Ms. Morrell would glare at me.

It rang once more and Stiles name was in big bold letters on the thing, but I huffed and looked at the plain grey walls with only her certificates there. Her office had never changed, since the first day that would lead to my regular visitation I had not seen one frame or art craft added to these vague walls, It had made me, to be frank, want to rip my hair out. Why was there nothing here, nothing to tell me about her, nothing of use to me against her.

"Okay let's try a different approach," she mumbles before setting her chin on top of her conjoined hands. Brown eyes glistening a giant the small spaces the setting sun came through her window, "how's school."

I raised an eyebrow, was she serious? Is this really her approach to me, well then okay," it's fine. Not good, not bad just an average life."

She rolls her eyes," really Imelda? That surely can't be the case, a girl with so much power in arms reach the second she turns 18 can't be doing average. I know you're not doing average, in fact you've even managed to make it onto the honor role. That is what you can do, not average, not even a little bit of an over achiever, you're a doer."

She pull out one piece of paper from the hefty stack of folders, seriously how did she know where to get it from so fast? The bright florescent colored paper is set down in front of me, and sure enough my names on it along with all my grades. Sure enough perfect scores everywhere, I could give Lydia Martin a run for her money.

I lift my gaze back towards her and slide the paper back over," really Morrell is this your way of buttering me up?"

When there is no reply from her I continue on, authority coming naturally over me," none of this," I point to the paper," is going to help me with what I'm suppose to be doing. You know what will, thick skin and an even thicker wallet. If I were just any other kid running through these hallways statistics say I would be dead or put out in the streets by some pimp. All this knowledge I've obtained over the years is just a way to keep me entertained until I'm finally old enough to do what I'm suppose too, not what I want, what I have to do. I already know exactly what it is I am suppose to do in a couple years once I've taken off that dreadful maroon cap and gown. My whole life's set up from here until I die, I know exactly what I will need and what I won't. I certainly don't think another add to the honor roll will help me once I've turned 18. So yes I am average, I'm just an average girl who's suppose to make big decisions as soon as she's out of high school without any knowledge of if she will fail or not."

Morrell smirks, I think I see pride in her eyes, "seems to me like you already have the thick skin."

I snort," not nearly enough to talk about it besides you know very well what happened."

"Maybe I do, or maybe I just want to hear you say it besides how do you know you don't already have thick skin if you haven't ever talked about it?" She pushes," do it, lets see what happens. Show me just how thick of skin the last remaining Drake is."

The phone rings and she picks it up in her manicured hands," do it and you can go, prove to me that your skin is as thick as your wallet, or so you say, answer one of the questions."

The dreadful ringing from the phone starts driving me crazy, the song placed to it giving me a pounding headache as it goes on and on. I stand up and Morrell follows me, a taunting smile on her face.

"Do it Imelda, let it go. Talk about one of them or both and have the thick skin you desire," she continues," prove to me your better then before."

I stared at her for a long time, my eyes were fighting to glow silver once more. I could just feel something wanting to take over and protect what little I had. I wasn't going to let it. I just couldn't, instead I breathed and dug one of my hands into my thigh. I don't know but I sure as hell wasn't about to wolf out because of her.

So I concentrated on steadying my heart and then looked at Marin Morrell," you know the first time I came to you drunk out of my mind, I'm sure you noticed. That lawyer noticed but she didn't care, no, instead she dowsed me in expensive perfume and shoved sunglasses into my face. She said I had to look strong, I had to show everyone that even though my heart was shattered and my world had crumbled into nothing I had to show everyone that I was just like the rest of the Drakes, that even through such unpredictable chaos, Drakes maintained order. Drakes always kept order. The problem is I never had to maintain order because I was always contained. You know who maintained order even after death? My parents and my brother Dominic. They've managed to make sure I don't have to think about the company until I've graduated and do you know why? They know I'll crack under pressure even after so many years of their deaths, I'm still being concealed. And once I manage to turn 18 my life will still be contained, I've already been assigned a college and classes. The next 10 years of my life have already been planned out for me. My parents and Dominic knew that if the day came and I was the only one left, I would go insane. apart of me likes to think they did it out of love, which I'm sure played a great deal, but I also know that they didn't want the Drake name to be tarnished. I have to live the rest of my life knowing that my entire family is dead, I have to live with the fact that I didn't even get to give them a proper funeral. I have to go on knowing that my mother, who use too make me breakfast every morning, burned to death in the middle of nowhere. I have to live knowing that my father, who taught me to drive with the very black destroyed mustang under that tarp, receded to burnt ashes in the middle of the Andes mountains. I have to survive the rest of my life knowing my brother Dominic, his generation genius and the same boy who stayed up late at night watching Scooby with me, was only 22 when the airplane him and my parents were riding came down as they were on their way home to me. You tell me how am I suppose to get over any of that when I didn't even get to say goodbye? When the last thing I said to any of them was if they would be home in time for my birthday?"

I yanked out the necklace underneath my clothes, the very necklace I even refused to speak of in my own head. It was almost like I was being chocked constantly by the way it dug into my collarbone. I pulled it out and showed her the golden ring," you tell me how this is the only thing I was able to have from the wreck? My brother college graduation ring was the only thing they somehow managed to salvage from the entire wreck. How am I suppose to go on knowing, that when I was asleep my family was burning away and now I'm suppose to take over all the empire while have thick skin? Do you really think someone like me is able to have thick skin after all of that? I may have a thick wallet but I will never have thick enough skin?"

With that I stood up and yanked my phone out of her hand, practically throwing the closed door out of my way and stomping that.

I managed to do all of that before crying.

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It took me less than 5 minutes to stop crying and bottom lip from trembling, I looked myself in the mirror and practically laughed at the idiot in front of me. I hadn't cried in so long it was practically amusing.

Once I managed to get my shit together I picked up my phone and called Stiles after his last 50 calls.

"Imelda! Imelda! Where the hell have you been!" He answers the phone frantically, but I can hear relief that I've finally called back.

"The counselor kept me after school, don't ask. What's happened now?" I say while shuffling through my bag in search of my car keys.

"Imelda it's ugh..." he searches for the words while I finally look up to the blue of my car, only it's not just blue.

There's blood all over the hood and handle of the door," Stiles, what's wrong with Derek? Is he alive? His blood is all over my car."

"He's fine," he says," he needs you to come to the veterinary clinic like now. He says you're the only one who can help him."

Instantly I'm fumbling with my keys to turn on the car and buckling my seatbelt," Stiles put him on the phone."

"Okay, please hurry," are his last panicked words before I hear the phone being handed over.

There's only deep breathing on the other end of the phone, it's sounds terrifying and forms a lump in my throat. I swallow whatever paranoia starts climbing into my mind and say," Derek you there."

He groans a little before answering," you need to get here soon, I'll die if you don't."

I look around to see the cross streets," yes, I'll be there in 5 minutes."

He huffs in relief," let's hope I make it the next 5 minutes."

Oh fuck this stoplight, I push the pedal on the gas and rush forward.

"Derek just stay alive for me, okay?" I mumble into the phone, continuously pushing down on the gas.

"I'll try," he says weakly before I shut the phone.

Fuck the law right now.

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Honestly it's a fucking miracle I haven't been caught by the police for street racing or crashed into someone because I've taken any knowledge I have of speed racing (which mainly consist of my obsession with fast and furious movies, Dominic Torreto is a major badass and Brian O'Connor you hot man) and put it to very good use in these last moments. Seriously Vin Diesel would be proud as shit right now.

My heart was literally banging against my chest every time the time changed to a different number. So far it had changed 2 times and I needed at least 3 more street lights before I would arrive. I hadn't realized how dark it had gotten since I'd left Morels office, it was nearly night now. That explained the lack of car crashes I had caused since driving my ass off apparently.

"Come on," I mumbled to myself when I revved the engine harder and managed to get pay a red light. All I was thinking about was Derek, how was I suppose to fix him? How was I suppose to save him? What could I do to help him?

I hadn't ever been place in a situation like this, what a coincidence it was so similar to the speech I had given Ms. Morrell right?

Derek Hale, the very man who had threatened death upon some of my very own friend was now asking me for help, what a plot twist. I had no problem is saving him, and not just because he was the only one who could help, but because death wasn't something I was keen on seeing once again.

The animal clinic finally came into view and I wasted no time in pulling into the parking lot, practically crashing into the fading jeep. Honestly, I could give two fucks about the way I parked right now.

I practically ran out of the car, stumping amongst some of the rocks but still managing to fling the glass door open.

"Stiles! Stiles!" I yelled once I'd ran inside the small building.

I could hear him exclaim loudly in relief before dropping something," oh thank god! Imelda! Imelda! We are back here!"

I hopped over the front desk and dashed towards the back where Stiles was quick to grab my upper arm and lead me towards the back. Derek was holding himself up, shirtless, beside a steel examining table, breathing heavily he looked pale and on the brink of death.

"Oh my god," I whispered," what happened?"

Derek simply concentrated on breathing, not even looking up at me only keeping his gaze on the tiled floor.

Stiles from behind responded," he was shot, with a deadly wolves bane bullet and he's trying to make me cut his arm off so thank you for finally showing up. It'll kill him unless you can help him, if not we are depending on Scott."

"It's you," Derek says with a loss of breath," you can help me. I know you can?"

"How?" I gulp out and take a small step forward.

"I'll show you," he says using the last of his energy," Stiles come help me stand."

Stiles walks out from behind me and props Derek up, somehow my lanky friend is able to hold Derek.

"What do I do?" I say with a steady voice and walk forward.

Do I give him my blood? How does this work.

"Come here," he says and once I'm near enough I let him weakly take one of my hands from its place and presses it over the black hole that's oozing and surrounding veins that stand out, dark as the hole itself, it's spreading. I don't even feel disgusted touching his sweaty skin, cause I'm so concentrated, Derek then instructs breathless," now close your eyes and imagine it going away. Imagine it all disappearing."

I look at Stiles who's bright topaz eyes are watching me, curiosity killing him as he viewed us but also struggles to hold the giant man in front of me up. Derek grabs my attention then, his eyes barely a dark green as I can see the fight slowly going away.

I barely nod and press my hand slightly more on his injury before shutting my eyes and concentrating. I think about the hole and it slowly flowing out of him, the whole closing up and his skin going back to that perfect tan. I think about all the black disappearing. Maybe if I think hard enough it'll-

I don't even get to finish thinking because as soon as I see in my mind his wound disappearing Derek's cold lips are pressing hard against my own. His full weight pressing up against me once his arms envelop me and forcibly stick me to his chest. My eyes fly open and I try to push him away but he's got a tight grip on me. I'm so shocked and pissed, enraged would be the better word and all I can think about right now is sticking my finger inside that black hole. Then I feel it, I feel the pressure start to disappear both from our lips stick together and the wound on him.

It's the strangest thing in the world, yet I feel relief. I feel coolness, like a gentle, blink of the eye trip through the Antartica. My eyes that were once shut closed are now gently shutting and my legs begin to sway.

"Imelda," I briefly hear one of them say and Derek's arms that once barely were able to keep me near him are holding me up.

"Give her to me," Scott or Stiles say, I can smell both of them are here finally yet I can't tell their voices apart. One of them, pulls me up onto the examining table and the moves the hair out of my face as slowly the feelings starts getting back to me.

Stiles, definitely Stiles coos," hey, hey Imelda please wake up."

It takes me less then a minute but slowly the weight over my eyes disappears and I can open them to see green, golden, and brown eyes are looking down at me.

"What the hell did you make me do," I groan at Derek, trying to lift myself up into a sitting positing with Scott's help.

"That's what you're able to do Imelda," he now says, that dark brooding voice back," you can heal someone with a kiss. Your kiss can be the difference between life and death for anyone supernatural or not."

My eyes go wide for a second at his words, the women in my dreams voice slowly replaying.

"Save the ones you can in the destruction with the purest form."

The dream from hell did mean something in the end, who would have fucking knew.

I repeat the words to them, a small smile lifting onto my face" save the ones you can in the purest form."

"That was awesome!" Stiles yells happily before I'm looking at him with a creeper expression," I mean the whole healing think, not watching you guys make out. Why did she pas out though?"

Derek answers," it was the first time she's done it. She will get use too it eventually but for now it will drain her powers."

I grab at my ruffles hair," are you okay now?"

He moves around," aside from the agonizing pain, yes I'm fine."

I roll my eyes and bluntly say," I see sarcasm is fully working for you. Now explain to me why you couldn't give me a heads up about the kissing before you just went in for it?"

"You wouldn't have done it if I told you," he says. I kind of have to agree, I would have probably slapped him in the state he was in.

"Okay Derek we saved your life," Scott orders the older werewolf," which means you're going to leave us alone you got that! And if you don't I'm gonna go back to Alison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything-"

Derek yanks at the plastic wrapped around his upper alarm before glaring at all of us again," you're going to trust them Scott? You think they can help you? You think Imelda trust them?"

"Why not? Right Imelda?" Scott defends and releases his puppy dog stare at me, I can't answer him. I can't even look him in the eye to give him a straight answer. There no way I can say yes to telling Argent hunters but I also can't look him in the eyes and tell him so I bury my face in Stiles clothes.

"Well I believe them! They're lot freaking nicer then you are!" Scott yells at Derek once he sees I have no answer.

"What do you think they'll do to Imelda huh Scott? They'll kill her for what she is! Without a doubt she will be the first one they go after if you tell them. I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek tell him.

I look up again to Scott's confused question," what do you mean?"

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Derek leaves only with Scott, I refuse to go on account of my recent body power shortage. So instead both do them just leave quickly, Scott still confused about what was going on.

It's rather awkward for awhile between Stiles and I who busies hims of with picking up the hacksaw and black goo on the floor. I watch as he not once looks at me the entire time, instead continuously cleaning.

I realize that I have to apologize, not because of Ms. Morels explanation but because I need to. It doesn't feel right, Stiles was just trying to my friend and I blew up on him.

He walks past me, murmuring things about finding a broom when I grab his nimble fingers," Stiles."

"Imelda it's okay," he tries to shake me off, unfortunately I'm a werewolf and he's just a teenage boy.

"No Stiles, it's not," I murmur and wait for his golden eyes to look at me while I sigh," listen, there's some fucked up shit in my life. The werewolf shit being only a small fraction of it okay, I've been screwed up for quite some times, so I've been defensive for most of my life. That tarp and what you saw... it was my dads car. It's very special to me and very private. I can't talk about it, hell... I don't know how I'm telling you about it right now, maybe it's because I'm weak as hell, but goddamn does it hurt. Listen, I'll tell you eventually what happened but for now just please forgive me for being a bitch. I'm sorry, you were being my friend and I was a bitch."

"Stop calling yourself a bitch," he murmurs," you might be a werewolf but not a bitch. And it's okay, I forgive you. You're actually quite scary so promise me one day you'll use it on Derek when he goes after me."

I yank him into my arms, since I'm sitting on top of the table we are finally at equal height. Stiles lanky arms wrap around me as do my short ones.

"Thanks Stiles," I mumble into his jacket.

"For what?"

"For not asking anymore questions," I say," and for sticking with me."