Hey guys! This is my first venture in writing fan fiction, so don't judge too harshly. I would appreciate reviews, so that I know what you guys like, and what I should fix. I came up with this after watching a movie that had this as a plot line. And I thought it would be kinda cool to see a softer side to Derek. I've also come up with some reasons as to why we've never seen anybody take Derek's pain, although he's taken plenty from others. I hope you enjoy this piece of fiction about the much underrated Derek Hale. Don't forget to leave a review!

Scott turned towards Derek. After warning off Deucalion, he decided to address the fact that Derek's eyes were once again an icey blue instead of the blazing red of an alpha. Which led to the question; what happened? It was obvious that Derek seemed drained from holding off the druid, not that he would say anything, which plainly stated that Derek was no longer an alpha.

"Derek, are you ok?" Scott asked worriedly as he noticed a wound on Derek's head that was not healed. Derek's head shot up at Scott's inquiry.

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. We should go check on the others." He quickly reassured the young teen. There was no need to burden him further with his troubles. Scott looked at him skeptically.

"Ok." Scott said doubtfully. "Let's go." He let Derek lead the way out of the distillery.

Scott felt apprehensive when they began to approach the Nemeton. He hoped his mother wasn't hurt. Or any of the other parents for that matter. But as he and Derek neared the group, it was apparent that someone was injured. Melissa McCall was kneeling beside an injured Isaac, trying to stop the flow of blood from a deep cut that stretched from the bottom of his armpit to his hip. Sheriff Stilinski was helping rip bandages from Isaac's dirty shirt, while Allison was holding his head in her lap with her father by her side. Stiles stood off the the side, looking at a loss as to what to do. Scott and Derek both broke into a run at the sight, coming to a sliding stop at the scene.

"What happened?" Scott asked hurriedly as he knelt down beside his mother.

"When the quaking stopped, we started climbing out of the cellar. After Isaac and Stiles got out, they started helping the others get out." She paused as she placed another cloth strip over Isaac's open wound. "Well," she sighed, "All of a sudden, Isaac started screaming. He just dropped to the ground. When I lifted his shirt, there was a large laceration across his torso." Scott looked to Allison, who seemed ready to cry. He was about to go comfort her, but her father beat him to it. Instead, he hopped up and stood next to Stiles.

"Hey, Allison." Chris said softly as he placed a comforting hand on around her shoulder. "He's gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok." He soothed. Allison nodded as a tear made its way down her cheek.

"I know. Thanks," Allison said thankfully, looking at her father.

Stiles stood off to the side with Scott.

"What do you think happened?" Scott asked.

"I might have an idea," Stiles began. "But it's just a theory. I remember reading one of Deaton's books and it said somewhere that some druids are able to inflict wounds on people with a physical tye, like blood or a piece of clothing. But they have to be powerful enough. Do you think he's gonna be ok?" He questioned, looking at Scott.

"Of course. My mom is the best at this thing. He'll be up in no time." Scott reassured, though still feeling doubtful himself. Their attention was drawn back to Isaac as he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned in pain.

It's all my fault, Derek thought. I should have protected him...It almost broke his heart to see young Isaac in pain severe enough that the young beta had tears falling from his closed eyes. When Isaac whimpered, and then went silent, Derek knew what he had to do.

"We gotta get him to a hospital." Ms. McCall told the Sheriff. He nodded and stood up to place a call to 9-1-1.

While everyone was focused on the injured Isaac, no one noticed Derek kneel down beside his fallen beta and take his hand in his. He closed his eyes as he started to siphon the pain from Isaac's wound. Allison looked back to Isaac as he began to groan and shift as the pain left his body. It was then she noticed with a shock that Derek was taking Isaac's pain. Now everyone's focus was on Derek as the veins in his arms and neck stood out. His body was shaking from the effort and energy it took. Scott realized with a start that Derek wasn't just taking Isaac's pain; he was healing him. Ms. McCall gasped as the once deep laceration started to seal itself up.

Derek growled and threw his head up in a howl of agony as the pain flowed through him. His eyes glowed and he allowed his fangs to extend, unable to use the power it took to conceal them. Stiles jumped at the sight of blood that seemed to materialize on the front of Derek's shirt. Derek's howl began to quiet as he dropped his head and began panting, finished with his work. His face was covered in sweat and he started to shiver as the breeze picked up. He took a deep breath as his eyes rolled and he fell unconscious. Scott was the first one to react, jumping to pick Derek up from the dirt. Isaac sat up with a start, looking around confused. It was then that his gaze fell to the fallen werewolf. Ms. McCall hurried over to Derek's side, lifting his shirt to inspect the source of the blood stain that now covered the front of his dark coloured tee. She gasped as she took in the sight of a laceration that looked exactly like the one that had laid across Isaac's torso. Isaac crawled over to Derek and shook head, trying in vain to wake him.

"Please wake up," Isaac pleaded.

"We have to get him to Deaton's," Scott said hurriedly. Chris moved to try and carry the well-built werewolf. "I'll take his head, Scott, you take his legs." Chris ordered. The Sheriff also rushed to help carry him.
"Get him to the Jeep!" The Sheriff yelled. Stiles ran to open the back door of his precious vehicle which was mercifully parked only a few yards away.

Deaton was busy reading a book on medicine when he heard a loud knock on his back door. He was shocked at the sight that greeted him through the peephole. He hurried to open the door. As soon as it was open, Scott and Isaac rushed in carrying an unconscious Derek.

"Set him on the table!" Deaton ordered. "Lay him down gently." As he approached the fallen man, Ms. McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Allison, and Chris Argent came through the door with Stiles trailing behind. As he examined the deep cut along Derek's side, he noticed worriedly that it wasn't healing. "Can anyone tell me what happened here?" He asked as he removed Derek's blood stained shirt.

"We don't know," Scott explained. "One minute Isaac was on the ground bleeding, and the next…" He went on to explain the story in detail as of Deaton's urging. He needed to know why the young man wasn't healing like he should. Now as Scott finished up his story, Deaton came to a revelation. "I know the problem," Deaton started.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Scott questioned in a rush.

"It's a talent very few shapeshifters posses. It's called Restoration, the ability to heal others completely of their wounds or ailments. But you can't just make that much negative energy disappear, it has to go somewhere. So when they heal someone, they take that injury or disease on themselves. In other words, Derek here took Isaac's injury by siphoning his pain while also committing to taking the wound himself."

Isaac's eyes widened, as did everyone else's in the room, when he realized what Derek had done.

"Is he gonna be alright?" Isaac questioned quietly.
"He should be, as long as he gets plenty of bedrest, and lots of care. He'll heal, but it'll take some time." Deaton explained.
"How much time?" Mr. Argent asked.

"Well it depends on the severity of the wound or illness and the strength of the individual. I'd guess about 2 weeks to 2 months for this type of wound." Seeing Mr. Argent's surprise, he began to explain. "See, this isn't an ordinary wound. It was inflicted by a druid's physical tye. When she 'slit' Isaac's side, she intended for him to die slowly and painfully, which he would have if Derek hadn't taken it. Derek is much stronger than Isaac, which means he has a much better chance of surviving the wound."

"Where is he gonna stay?" Scott asked inquisitively. "He can't go to the loft. Cora disappeared, and he can't stay with just Peter."

"Scott's right, he can't stay with Peter. He'd probably kill him." Isaac repeated.

"He can stay at our house." Ms. McCall spoke up. "I have a few weeks vacation coming up, and I have more than enough experience to care for him."

"So can me and Isaac." Scott said. When his mother looked about to say something, he continued. "Mom, we couldn't go to school anyways. It's shut down for a few days because of the big storm."

"Well, it looks like it's settled then. But Ms. McCall, I should warn you, he's gonna be in a lot of pain when he regains consciousness, and he's gonna need a lot of care. We're talking 24/7 here." Deaton explained.

"It's fine. Me and the boys will be more than able to handle it. We'll call you if we need you." Ms. McCall assured.

"Alright, just let me get him stitched up and you'll be able to take him home." Deaton said before rounding up his tools.

Midway through stitching, Derek began to moan. Isaac and Scott rushed over to him, while Deaton tried to hurry as best he could. He paused as Derek shifted.

"Boys, you have to hold him. I've gotta get these stitches in."

"Ok," Scott replied. Both he and Isaac tried to take some of Derek's pain, but to no avail. When it looked like Isaac and Scott's attempts at taking Derek's pain failed and Derek wasn't settling down, Ms. McCall came over and ran a hand soothingly through his sweat-soaked hair. He inhaled sharply, then leaned into the comforting touch. "Shhh now," she hushed as she tried to alleviate his pain through human contact. He murmured something indistinguishable to everyone but Isaac and Scott, who were shocked. Derek whimpered softly before going completely still.
"What'd he say?" Allison questioned as she looked back and forth between Isaac and Scott.

"He said….he said 'Mom'." Scott related quietly. Ms. McCall couldn't help the look of sympathy that crossed her features at Scott's revelation.

"There, all done." Deaton proclaimed. "You can take him home now. I'm sorry I can't give him any anaesthetic or pain pills."

"Why not?" Stiles questioned, looking confused.
"Because they don't work on werewolves. Their healing ability doesn't allow it, just like it doesn't let them get drunk." Deaton explained.

"Wait, he can't get drunk?" Stiles asked. "Bummer."

"Isaac, help me lift him will you?" Scott may be a werewolf with supernatural strength, but Derek Hale was almost twice his weight, and had a supernatural strength of his own which made him very heavy. "Where we putting him?" Isaac asked as he went to pick up Derek's feet.

"In my SUV," Chris spoke up. "It's a lot more comfortable than Stiles's Jeep."

"Ok great. Just follow me." Ms. McCall said quickly. As they all left the clinic, Deaton shut and locked the doors behind them. He then hurried over to his books to do some research. There was something vaguely familiar about this, but he wasn't sure what. He settled in for a long night.

When Chris finally pulled up to the McCall house, he quickly opened his door and went for the side door. Allison and Scott were riding in the back with Derek, who was beginning to gain consciousness as they neared Scott's house. He opened the door to reveal a worried Allison and troubled Scott. It was obvious that Derek was in pain, with his heavy breathing and a pinched look on his face, but Scott was unable to help. Allison was unsure of what to do, so she just tried to hold his head still.

"Here, give me his head." Chris instructed. While Allison tried to pass Derek over to her waiting father, Scott jumped out of the other door and came around to help. While Chris took his head, Scott took his feet.

"Over here!" Ms. McCall shouted gently so as not to wake the neighbors, with it being around midnight. Chris and Scott hurried over to the open door. Ms. McCall led the way to the spare bedroom while Sheriff Stilinski held the door. Isaac, Stiles, and Allison came in behind, waiting for an order or something. All three felt useless, but Isaac felt worse. Earlier today he had accused Derek of just wanting power, and of not caring. Then he had left him. Betrayed him is a better word for it, Isaac thought bitterly. He felt guilty about not only being insensitive, but of leaving his alpha who was trying his hardest to hold his pack together despite his own personal problems.

"Isaac! Stiles! Allison! Get up here quick!" Chris yelled down the stairs. After they had carried the half conscious young man up the stairs, they laid him down on the guest bed in the room which was sandwiched between Scott's and Isaac's rooms. After settling him in the bed though, Derek began to stir, moaning and moving about. Chris tried in vain to hold him still, afraid that he would rip his stitches open. Isaac, Stiles, and Allison came rushing into the room.

"Isaac, help me hold him still!" Scott asked in a strained voice. Isaac rushed over to help, as even when unconscious, Derek was one hell of a powerhouse. As he pushed his head up, he yelled through gritted teeth. Ms. McCall hurried over to Derek's side. She moved his head up and settled it back down in her lap. She attempted to calm him by running her hand through his hair and repeating soothing words while his head now lay in her lap. Her motherly instincts took over as she began rocking him back and forth while humming a lullaby that used to put Scott and Stiles both right to sleep. She rested her chin on his head as he began to relax. His eyes were still squeezed shut, and his breathing was still irregular, but he was calmer now, trying to breath through the pain.

After what seemed like an hour, he drifted off to sleep. Ms. McCall carefully removed his head from her lap and got off the bed.

"There, he's asleep now. We should go. One of us should stay here though."

"I'll stay." Allison stated. Her dad looked over at her with a questioning look. She shot him a look of reassurance. He nodded his head once, and exited the room along with Ms. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski.

"We'll stay too," Scott said as he pointed to Isaac, Stiles, and himself.

As the adults descended the stairs, Chris Argent looked back up the stairs before going into the living room with Ms. McCall and the Sheriff. The Sheriff sighed as he sank into the couch along with Melissa. Chris sat opposite them in an overstuffed chair. They all exhaled in relief.

"Well, he's finally asleep. Let's hope that lasts at least 'till morning." Melissa stated.

"So…..who's all staying here? Stiles said he wanted to stay over with Scott and Isaac if that's okay with you," he nodded to Melissa.

"Yeah, of course it is. The more help the better."

"Well, I don't know how I feel about Allison staying here with all of the boys." Chris said hesitantly. He knew his daughter could take care of herself, but she used to be in love with Scott and now seemed to take a liking to yet another werewolf.

"Oh, it's ok. I'll keep an eye on them. Besides, I'd feel a lot less left out with another female in the house." Melissa replied with a tired grin.

"Well, ok. I don't know how her mother's gonna like this. But I'll explain it the best I can. She can stay if she wants."

"Great. Thank you Chris."

"It's ok. It'd be a shame for Derek to die. He's a fine young man."

"Well ok then, I still gotta go to the office in the morning, so I better go get some sleep. See you around Melissa." Sheriff Stilinski winked at Ms. McCall before standing to leave.

"I guess I better get going too. I'll be around some time tomorrow to check on you guys. See you then." As both the Sheriff and Mr. Argent exited the door and headed to their respective vehicles, Melissa closed the door and headed to the kitchen.

"Allison!" She called up the stairs. "I need your help down here." A few moments later, Allison came gliding down the stairs.

"What do you need?" She questioned, eager to help.

"We're gonna need some ice water and some hand towels. That boy's worked up a pretty good fever and the laceration seems inflamed. We don't want it getting infected, and we can't take him to the hospital. It's too risky." Melissa instructed.

Back upstairs, Scott, Stiles, and Isaac were gathered around Derek's bed.

"Do you think he can hear us?" Stiles questioned.

"Probably not. I think he's too out of it to hear much of anything right now." Scott replied.

He looked over at Isaac, who looked like a kicked puppy.

"Hey Isaac, what's wrong?" Scott asked compassionately.

"This is all my fault! I should never have tried to take down that druid. That's how she got some of my blood." Isaac sputtered.

"Hey, hey. This is not your fault, Isaac. Okay? This is on the druid. And Derek did what he did to protect you." Scott soothed.

"He shouldn't have saved me. I accused him of doing nothing, of helping the actual killer while we were out saving people. I told him that it was his fault that Erica and Boyd died. I betrayed him…...I left him." Isaac ranted, while tears made their way down his cheeks. "This is my fault," he repeated.

"Isaac, it's ok. Derek did what he felt he had too. As your alpha, he felt an obligation to help you. Cora said that a good alpha will do whatever's necessary to keep their beta's alive." Stiles tried to console the distraught Isaac.

"Stiles, I don't think Derek's an alpha anymore." Scott said distractedly. "At the distillery, his eyes were blue, not red. I think something happened."

"But he can't be a beta. I can still feel him! A beta can always feel their alpha. Cora said so." Isaac pointed out.

"Ok, I am officially confused; what the hell is going on? Is Derek an alpha or not?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know." Scott replied.