Author's Note: Wowie... it's been a while! Sorry about that guys! I've just been so busy these last few months with my school's musical (We did Godspell and I was a lead! yay!), and plus I had an extreme case of writer's block! But never fear a new chapter is finally here! I hope you guys like it, cause I'm not sure how I feel about it yet... lol. Okay, now go! Read it already! :)

Scott fell to the pavement coughing and spluttering. Stiles fell from his arms and together they crashed onto the cold, wet ground. A small drizzle fell from the starry sky. All around Scott could her his friends coughing and wheezing. He rolled onto his side, wincing.

"Everyone alright?" he asked, getting to his knees. Then he remembered. "Stiles!"

Scott turned to his friend but discovered that Malia was already crouched beside him, trying to prop him up against a dumpster. Scott hurried over and helped. Stiles was completely out of it. His eyes would open occasionally, stare confused at the sky and close again. Scott lifted Stiles' shredded shirt and inspected the wound. He wished he hadn't.

"Malia, call 911... now!" He said as he hid the bloody mess back under Stiles' shirt. Malia obeyed, immediately pulling out her phone. Scott pulled off his sweatshirt and tore it into a long strip. Kira came to assist him in bandaging Stiles' wound.

"It's okay Stiles..." Scott would say when his friends eyes would flutter open or when he would flinch. "You're going to be okay. I promise!"

"The ambulance is on it's way!" Malia declared, tucking her phone back into her pocket.

"I... I'm sorry!" a shy voice screeched from behind Scott. He turned leaving the rest of the bandaging to Kira.

"I really am... I didn't mean to do... that! I was just trying to do my job and-" Travis was cut of as he was shoved into the brick wall of the neighboring building. The growling face of an angry alpha was inches away from his own. Scott raised his clawed hand, but as he saw the fear in Travis's tear filled eyes his hand dropped. He let go of Travis and backed away from the kid.

"Get out of here... Go!" Scott growled at the Omega, who almost died with relief. He was just about to make a mad dash for the parking lot, but was interrupted by a disappointed sigh.

"How disappointing..." Deaton walked around the corner rolling up his sleeves. "Looks like I'll have to get my hands dirty after all."
Scott growled and he felt his pack materialize around him, claws extended and swords raised. Deaton chuckled.

"Guess I should've known Travis couldn't actually finish a job. I guess I should've taken care of Stilinski myself!"

"Where's Lydia?" Kira asked, never letting her katana waver.
Deaton smiled as a gut wrenching scream filled the air. It was all Scott could do not to cover his ears. The air seemed to compress in the alley as every mind thought exactly what Deaton's had: Someone was going to die!

The fight started quickly after the scream subsided. Deaton lunged at Scott, claws sprouting from his fingertips and eyes glowing blue. As surprised as Scott was to see his boss, well... former boss (Scott was pretty sure he was either fired or going to quit), morph in front of him, he couldn't let it distract him. The alley erupted into a frenzy of claws and punches and well, the supernatural.

Of course Deaton was a werewolf... who the hell wasn't a werewolf in Beacon hills! Scott had to think to himself.

But something seemed different about him. He looked nothing like the werewolves Scott usually saw! He was more what's the word... slick? His ears were more triangular, claws thinner and longer. They curled more than Scott's. And his eyes were almost oval, almost like a cat's.

For an older man, Deaton sure knew how to hold his ground, managing to fight three angry teenagers at once. Scott knew he couldn't hold them off forever. He'd falter eventually. But after what felt like hours Deaton still held up his defenses. Despite each teen giving it their all they just couldn't land a good enough blow! Malia would lunge, claws spread wide only to be deflected by a cat like claws. Kira would rush in with her katana only to have the blade kicked away and a clawed hand swipe by mere inches from her face.

Finally, Scott couldn't take it anymore. With all his anger, guilt and fear building up inside he let out a mighty howl and a blast of energy seemed to burst from his chest. It knocked everyone in the alley to the ground, where they stayed in a stunned silence until the wailing of a siren could be heard from afar. Blue and red lights illuminated the alley, casting eery shadows over Deaton's stunned face.

All at once the group popped back to reality. Deaton recovered the quickest and made a mad dash fr the other end of the alley. He leaped over Scott's head with cat like agility and hopped from dumpster to dumptser, drainpipe to balcony, until he disappeared into the darkness.

"Scott!" Before Scott could chase after Deaton a firm hand gripped his arm. He looked back to see Kira, her eyes seemed to be pleading with him.

"We'll go after him Scott but we need to help Stiles first."

A panic burst into Scott's chest. With all the fighting he forgot about the poor boy lying in the alley. He rushed to his friends side as paramedics burst into the alley.

"Stiles?" Scott grabbed the boys limp hand, he was completely unconscious at this point and barely breathing. "Stiles... please, hang in there, we're gonna help you! Please don't leave me Stiles!"

Two paramedics rushed to the boys, one trying to pull Scott away the other checking Stiles pulse. Blurry tears filled Scott's vision and he fought against the man trying to pull him away from his best friend, his brother.

"Wake up, Stiles! Please!" Scott screamed, but it wasn't enough to wake Stiles. The paramedic finally pushed Scott into the comforting arms of Kira and Malia, and rushed to help his co-worker get Stiles safely onto a stretcher. He was hauled into the ambulance, and the doors slammed behind him. Despite all the people around, the alley felt empty. Scott hung one phrase out in the thin cold air.

"Please Stiles...I need you."