~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Scott's POV

It was the day of the big game, or at least, my big game. The other guys were all worried about if they were gonna get cheered on by their girlfriends, and what I had to worry about was,

Holy crap; I could shift during the game and kill everyone in the stands

Or if the hunters would notice that I was the second Beta and hunt me down as a human. And they say "high-school's the best time of your life". I smirked to myself thinking,

Well, at least Derek won't be around to bother me.

Stiles sat down next to me at lunch and said,

"Hey man, how awesome do you feel knowing you get to play tonight?" Glaring at him I dryly responded,

"Well, I'd be more excited if I wasn't a teenage werewolf, didn't have psychotic hunters after me, and if my girlfriend's family weren't said hunters." Stiles chuckled and said,

"So, do you think Lydia likes me?" I rolled my eyes and saw Allison approaching from the line, and jumped up, needing fresh air, and to be away from everything. Pushing open the cafeteria doors I heard her say,

"Where is he going?" Rolling my eyes I thought sarcastically,

At least someone worries about me.

I smiled as I thought of Allison, and felt my pants pocket vibrate lightly. Pulling it out I read,

"Annja :]" I answered it saying,

"Hey sis, how's it going?" She scoffed and growled,

"Don't you 'hey sis' me, you know exactly how it's going!" She spoke harshly as she continued,

"I had a little 'talk' with Derek a couple days ago. How could you do that to me! You know how much I care about him. And he didn't kill that girl; she's his sister..."

Stopping for a moment she caught her breath before saying,

"Listen, Derek wants to help you Scott. I know you don't want to face this but you're a werewolf... And I know it's hard, but if you let Derek help, if you let me and Stiles help... We're all here for you."

I sighed. I hated it when she used that as an excuse to interfere in my life.
"Look, I know Ann, but I don't think Derek's a good person, He's dangerous….and I don't want you around him." I practically growled the last part and listened to her laugh come through the speaker.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Annja's POV

Laughing sarcastically I said into the phone,

"Did you just forbid me from seeing Derek?" He didn't respond, so I took that as my cue to keep talking and said,

"Well, I've got news for you Scott; I am a grown woman, I have a job, my own apartment and my own car." I poured myself coffee as I ranted, thankful I was the only one in the break room at the time as I continued,

"So, until you can somehow go back in time and make yourself the older sibling, mind your own damn business, and worry about your own relationship!" I sighed angrily and sat at one of the plastic tables, thinking to myself as I sipped my coffee lightly.

Maybe I could get ahold of Stiles, and see if he could talk to Scott about the game. But, if I knew my brother, he wouldn't listen until it was too late. Usually that was how he learned his lessons, and I usually didn't have an issue with it, but this time people's lives were at stake if something went wrong.

At five that night, right before I was going to leave for the game from my apartment, Derek showed up, which confused me, because to my knowledge he'd never been there. After I'd answered the door and let him in I said,

"Derek? How'd you know where I live?" He glanced down at the floor and blushed. He was a stuttering mess as he tried to explain,

"Well, you see, about that, uh, I was kind of worried that the alpha might have been, um, sniffing around here, so I may have, sorta drove by your house once or twice and had a look around." Smiling lightly I grabbed his chin to pull his gaze back to me as I giggled out,

"Babe, I'm not mad or freaked out or anything. It just shows how much you care about me. And, I find it kind of hot that you're being so protective of me." He glanced at me with raised eyebrows as he said,

"You're really good with the weird stuff, you know that, right?" I smiled as he leaned down to kiss me, slipping his arms around my waist lightly. Reluctantly I pulled away and said,

"So, how'd you get out of jail so fast?" He shrugged and said,

"Well, they found that Laura's cause of death was by an animal, and they didn't have enough evidence to keep me there." I heard in the tone of his voice that he wasn't keen on the subject, so I changed it blurting out,

"Scott's still going to play in the game tonight." Derek pinched the bridge of his nose growling out,

"Come on, we'd better make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, like, I don't know…blow our entire cover." Looking away I said meekly,

"Look, I'm sorry, but there was nothing I could do to get him to see differently." He looked back at me and said softly,

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have gotten upset like that. You're not the one who's making a complete idiot of himself. Forgive me?" His gray eyes were big, and I laughed to myself as I gave the expression "puppy dog eyes" a new meaning. Never underestimate the power of werewolf empathy. I giggled and hugged him around his waist saying,

"Of course, 'cause it no matter what you do, I can't help to not stay mad at you." I said softly as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat. Running a hand through my dark hair he whispered,

"Yeah, I know the feeling." I smiled and leaned up to press my lips to his saying,

"Come on, we've got to go. Scott will kill me if I miss his first game starting." Derek rolled his eyes but took my hand as he walked with me out to his car. We drove in silence, getting to the school quickly, walking in with the crowds of people to the stands.

Searching, I found number 11 and said,

"There he is!" Derek nodded and pulled me to the top of the bleachers so we could watch the game, but stay unnoticed by everyone else. I pulled out my thermos of coffee and took a large gulp. Holding it out to him I asked Derek,

"Do you want some?" Derek smirked and his eyes flashed icy blue for a moment before he said,

"I want something, just not the coffee." His eyes raked over my body, and I could guess exactly what he wanted. He laughed and I blushed, watching the game for a moment until he leaned over and whispered,

"I love that I have this effect on you." He kissed my neck softly and I dry swallowed and stuttered out,

"Wha... ah…what affect?" Growling lowly and biting the spot he had kissed softly he said,

"The blush, the increased heart-rate, the arousal that's literally rolling off of you…take your pick." I blushed and pushed him away lightly asking,

"Are you trying to make me jump you at a high-school lacrosse game?" He shrugged and smiled dangerously saying,

"That depends…is it working?" I stuck my tongue out and looked at the field noticing no one on it. I looked back at him and said,

"Hey, where'd Scott go? Is the game over already?" I asked looking around. Derek laughed and said,

"Babe, the game's been over for ten minutes." I glared at my boyfriend for a moment before asking,

"Why-" He smiled as he said,

"I did that because, and I didn't want you to see Stiles practically carry Scott off to the locker room." With a more feral smile he continued,

"And because I wanted to make you all hot and bothered like you make me." I blushed as I made a face and started pulling him off the bleachers as I said,

"I guess I can't be mad at that. Come on, we better find the boys." We had reached the locker rooms when I heard a feminine voice behind us say,

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" We turned around to see a man and a women standing there. The man was lean and pale. He looked older with dark gray hair, and light blue eyes.

The women looked like she was in her early thirties, with blond streaked hair, an athletic build and greenish blue eyes. She was... pretty.

"Argents." The woman smirked at me and said snarkily,

"Who's this Derek? Your dinner?" I scoffed and cut off Derek as he started to talk to her by saying,

"That sounds kinda kinky, don't you think?" The way I said it as I stared her down was to let her know that she didn't scare me. The man and women laughed for a moment before the man said,

"Well, we'd better get going. Nice meeting you." He guided her away, and Derek stated rubbing his arm as he said,

"Babe...you can release your iron grip now, they're gone." I looked up at him with soft eyes as he glared after the couple and said softly,

"Sorry, they just aren't good people." He looked off then, as if remembering something that should be better left forgotten. I hated seeing him like that, so to distract him I leaned myself up and pressed my lips to his. Softly at first, until his hand tangled in my dark hair, and he growled softly into the kiss.

Smirking viciously I pushed him against the wall and kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth, while pinning his hands above his head. Quickly he responded by kissing me back hard.
Smiling I broke the kiss and started sucking and nibbling on his neck, abandoning his hands and pulling his t-shirt up slightly to allow my hands to roam up and under it, tracing the perfectly cut ripples of his abdominal muscles.

We pulled away from each other before it became too heated. I mean, we might be together now, but that doesn't give us an excuse to go around dry humping each other at every opportunity we get…right?

He looked at me, a smile on his lips and eyes half lidded and icy blue, as he huffed out,

"What was that for?" Smirking at him I walked my fingers up his shoulder and repeat his words from earlier saying,

"Payback... 'Because I just love to make you all hot and bothered'." I started away from him, opening the locker room doors and saying,

"Scott, you in here?" My voice echoed off the walls, and I was thankful that there were no players in the lockers. I could feel Derek behind me, the heat he produced literally radiating off of him. I glanced back at him and he smiled, pointing in a direction off to the side, where I could make out the faint noise of water splashing against tile.

Poking my head around the corner covering my eyes I said cautiously,

"Uh, is there any nakedness going on right now? There's a chick in here." I heard a voice say,

"No, come on in Ann." I did, Derek following closely behind me. Scott was sitting under the shower, wearing just his lacrosse shorts and soaked completely, with Stiles leaning against a locker on the other side, watching him. Scott got up when he saw me and I ran over, not caring that he was still soaked, and hugged him saying,

"Hey, are you okay? Derek told me about Stiles saving your a** out there." He nodded, pausing to glare at Derek slightly as he said,

"Yeah, I controlled myself. Allison came in here and I didn't hurt her. Isn't that great?" Smiling I nodded and Stiles cleared his throat and looked at me only as he said,

"Okay, so we were gonna go get something to eat. You coming?" Looking over at Derek I replied,

"Nah, we've got plans. Thanks though." He had on a sour expression as he nodded, and Derek and I walked out of the locker room to his car. When we finally got to my apartment I put on more coffee; seriously I needed to stop drinking that stuff. I read somewhere that it stunts your growth or something. While it was brewing I walked into my room and slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

As I came out a cup was sitting on the counter, prepared just the way I like it. Smiling I took it and said,

"Thanks." Derek shrugged and pulled me in for a slow, deep kiss where he leaned against the counter. Pulling back I asked,

"Are you hungry?" He made a face for a moment before saying,

"Yeah, a little bit." I rolled my eyes and went to the cabinet for bread and the pantry for peanut butter. As I made two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches I went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, placing it next to him. As I finished I handed him a plate and we walked to the sofa. He dug in and I said,

"Well, it's not much, but you won't starve." He smiles and eats it quickly saying.

"Hey, I'm a guy, I'm not picky. In fact, this is really good." I smiled and pushed my plate to the table and his away whispering,

"Good to know." I smiled and kissed him softly, climbing on top of him. He growled lowly and pulled me closer to him, hands holding my hips tightly. We lost ourselves in the kiss for a few minutes before I pushed myself off him and flipped the TV on. I leaned back against his chest and watched the TV without actually watching it, rather concentrating on the feeling of being held in Derek's arms.

Soon, the events of the day weighed upon me, and I found myself begin carried, by Derek, into my bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and pulled a blanket over me, kissing my forehead gently and whispering,

"Goodnight Annja." As he moved to walk out, I grabbed hold of his wrist while saying,

"No….don't...stay." He rolled his eyes playfully and slipped his leather jacket off, leaving on only his tight dark Grey shirt. Moving me over gently he wrapped an arm around my waist, cradling both of my hands in only one of his large ones. He pressed his warm body close to mine, and I shivered, although not from the temperature. He felt it, obviously, and chuckled deeply whispering,

"Sleep." I didn't even think of pretesting, allowing his heat to wash over me as I shut my eyes, allowing the comforting sound of his heartbeat lull me into a dreamless sleep.