So the season finale has come and gone and its left me wondering what will happen in Season 3 specifically for Derek and Lydia... So here is my attempt at figuring that out... [ please excuse any errors its un-beta'd]

And So It Begins... Chapter 1

They've all gathered to meet regarding the Alpha Pack threat. Lydia's there per Peter's request its seems, its not like she's really spoken to him since he oh almost killed her, possessed her, and used her to help him come back from the dead. She can't image why she'd want to avoid him like the plague. But, Jackson insisted saying that Peter had requested a meeting with all the members of the pack and that Derek as Alpha had signed off on this. Lydia didn't understand how she was considered pack but since Stiles was going to, she decided to go with him.

"Where's Jackson?" were the first words out of Lydia's mouth when she got to the meeting and realized he wasn't there.

"Well its nice to see again too my beautiful girl." Peter smirked at her. He still had plans for his lovely girl, but her constant avoidance of him and the rest of the pack were starting to grate his nerves. Didn't she realize she was much more than just Jackson's girlfriend?

"Ew... I'm not your anything. Can you just answer the question?" Lydia said as she flipped her hair annoyance clear in her tone.

"He should be here Lydia." Derek's voice came out steady and quiet, not really looking at the petite redhead.

"I sent him on a bit of re-con mission." Peter stated.

As both Lydia and Derek responded with matching, " You did what?"

Suddenly Jackson breaks through the trees bloody and bruised, barely conscious he falls to the ground uttering, "they are coming..."

All hell breaks loose as they hear Alpha pack crashing towards the clearing and Derek yells, " Run!"

Lydia looks around frantically not really knowing what to do as everyone starts to move and the Alpha pack howls into that night announcing their presence to even the laymen in the group. She sees Scott and Isaac holding up an unconscious Jackson starting to run with him in one direction.

Scott yells Stiles to run with them but Peter is telling them all to scatter. As he puts his hand on his nephew's shoulder, "In more important to live to fight another day that lose all we hold dear."

Derek just nods back at him shouting to his pack, " Just go we'll meet up later. You all know where."

He hates it when Peter's right but he has to admit if only to himself it's nice having his Uncle on his side again. Derek sees his back moving Scott and Isaac have Jackson now its time to make sure the human in pack get out of here safely too. He turns to look at Stiles and Lydia.

Stiles looks back towards Lydia extending his hand to her to run she takes it and starts going. He's holding her hand as he's running for all he's worth. He won't leave here behind suddenly her hand slips out of his and she falls.

Lydia yelled, " Go! Keep going."

Stiles turns to go back for her when suddenly Peter grabs him, " Come on little buddy. I've got you." He's picked him up and kept running as Stiles starts to scream,"LYDIA! You've gotta go back. Leave me and save her."

"How noble. It's seems my beautiful girl is everyone's Achilles' heel."

"What? And What?" Stiles said. "Look, behind you she's find my nephew's got her. And trust me he won't let anything happen to her." Peter smiles as he keeps running not even out of breath. Stiles sees exactly what he's talking about as he witnesses Derek swoops down and pick Lydia up in one he admitted epic move, he kind of hoped Peter didn't look as cool when he picked him up.

Derek saw his Uncle run after Stiles and Lydia just as Lydia falls, that's what running in impractically high heels will do to person. What was she thinking wearing those here, doesn't she realize how dangerous this all is he thinks as he notices Peter pick up Stiles and keep running looking back at him briefly and nodding towards Lydia. As if wasn't already going for her, he picks her up and hears her little squeal as she gazes at him surprise on her face. Why is she surprised he'd help her does she really think he's that big of monster. He just shakes his head and keeps running with her on his mind always on his mind... He's not sure what makes him do it but she's important he just knows it...

Wow... Lydia thought she was all ready to be self-sacrificing and noble telling Stiles to leave her, just a bit pissed that Peter had scooped up Stiles in his arms ala Tarzan and Jane. And just left her lying on the ground cause hello wasn't she his "beautiful girl". Oh well Lydia thought clearly these new Prada pumps where not the way to go when having a clandestine meeting with werewolves. She'd have to remember to invest in flats or sneakers; that is if there was a next time Lydia pondered. And then she felt to very strong, very male arms scoop her up... Derek Hale was her Knight in shining wolf skin...? She was... amazed.

He turned away from Peter and Stiles agreeing with his uncle that the more scattered they were the easier it would be to confuse the Alpha's on their tale or so he hoped.

"They are still after us." Lydia said know she was stating the obvious but unable to stop herself.

"If I'm too heavy you can put me down, I'm pretty sure I can run now." Lydia barely squeaked out as Derek held her closer.

"No." Derek barked. She looked at him confused. He caught himself breathing her sent in he'd been doing that a lot lately whenever she was nearby but now with her in his arms. No way was he putting her down.

"No. I mean look at those shoes you'll take two steps and be back on the ground..." "Hey!" Lydia, exclaimed.

" AND…." Derek stressed before he continued," barefoot you'd just bloody your feet making us even easier to track."

" Well… if you're so worried about them tracking us maybe you should stop slamming into every tree and find a way to mask our scent then." Lydia said on a pout.

"You also weigh next to nothing." Derek kept talking over her as though he hadn't heard her.

He could've led with that last part Lydia thought as she suddenly fell into… "Mud!," she screeched. " Did you just drop me in mud?"

"Lower your voice," Derek hissed, " Or you plan to mask our scents isn't going to work."

"Urghh… fine you could've at least warned me." Lydia said as she lifted her self out as Derek proceeded to take of his shirt and spread mud all over himself, as well. Lydia lost herself staring at Derek as the moon reflected of him, his muscles rippled as he spread the mud over biceps and was that an eight pack… I mean Lydia was used be around attractive men. I mean having Jackson as her boyfriend made her the envy of every girl in school. But, Derek, wow he'd make her the envy of every woman in town.

"Lydia…Lydia… LYDIA!" Derek loudly whispered at her.

"Oh sorry. What?" Lydia said startled out of revere.

"You. Need. To. Spread. More. Mud. Over. Yourself." Derek annunciated every word as though he was speaking to a toddler. Lydia just glared at him as she proceeded to do what he asked. He didn't know why he did it but enjoyed annoying her so much. He just did.

He picked her up again after making sure that she was as covered in the mud as he was and started to walk again.

" So you think this'll work?" Lydia asked him starting to fill disturbingly comfortable in his arms.

"It's as good an idea as any." Derek shrugged.

"So… if I understand Derek-speak and I think I do. What your really saying is Lydia thank you so much for your brilliant idea that is sure to save our lives." Lydia smiled up at him.

Derek just kept walking but he couldn't help the slight smile that threatened appear at Lydia's words.

"Ha! Was that a smile I saw appear across Derek Hale's face." Lydia teased. This time he almost did smile until he reminded himself that, he as the Alpha and he didn't smile just because, no matter how adorable the little red head in his arms was. "Adorable…." Derek growled the word under his breath.

"Geesh… alright I'll stop teasing no need to growl at me." Lydia said as she flipped her hair a far more difficult task the usual since it was covered next to mud. They continued walking into the woods the big bad wolf and the little red head in his arms…

" Ok… I don't hear them any longer I think we've lost them." Derek said as he placed Lydia down again a large willow tree. Lydia leaned against the tree rubbing the back of her neck and toeing off her heels. " So what your saying is Lydia thanks to your brilliance we are going to live." Lydia smiled towards him she was really starting to understand why Stiles had nicknamed him sour wolf. Stiles, Jackson, everyone one else she hoped they were ok.

"Are you going to start that again?" Derek growled at her breaking her from her thoughts.

"You think they're ok?" She asked him, worry in her gaze.

He didn't need her to specify. " Since I'm almost positive most of the Alphas came after us. Yes. I think they're ok." Derek said hoping he was conveying his best comforting face. He grimaced he didn't really do comforting growling again to himself.

" Did you know you have different growls?" Lydia pondered aloud. "There's the I'm actually amused but I refuse to admit it growl. The I'd like to snap your neck but I have self-control growl. The I'm feeling a bit confused about life in general growl." " Stop. Please stop." Derek said holding up his hands as he sat down again the tree. " I get it I have a lot of growls and for some reason you've decided to categorize them."

"I was bored. We walked a lot." Lydia shrugged rubbing her shoulders against the chill.

"Come." Derek motioned Lydia to sit in between his legs.

"I beg your pardon. I'm not going to sit your lap. Thank you very much." Lydia harrumphed as she folded her arms across her chest. Stop starring at her chest Derek thought or she's never going to trust that I mean her no disrespect.

" Oh get over yourself. I'm not one of your high school boys madly in love with her shiny red hair and pouty lips. I'm a werewolf its cold out here and even though it doesn't bother me. I know its bothering you. So just sit."

Lydia looked down at him as she slowly sat against him leaning it his admittedly warmer body temperature. And suddenly she was overwhelmed with how tired she was, " So you think my hair is shiny and I have pouty lips," she said just before she fell asleep in his arms he could sense the smile across her lips as she said it.