A Twist of Fate -Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Season One: Night School

I can't think. Hell, it hurts to breath. All I feel is a sharp pain in my chest from......Oh my gosh, Derek. I lost My Creepy Stalker. My Mister. My Sexy. My Der-Bear. My Yoda-Wolf. My Boyfriend. My Derek Hale.

"Tessa." I hear.

"Tessa!" It's Scott.

I snap out of it and turn to Scott.

"What?"

"Come on."

We run down the hall, looking for a way to find safty. One of the boys finds a classroom and we enter.

"Desk." Stiles says.

While they move desk in front of the door, I sit with my back against a wall, struggling to breath. The boys talk, oblivious to the state I'm in.

"It's your boss." Stiles says.

"What?" Scott asks.

"Deaton, the Alpha, your boss."

"No!"

"Yes. Murdering psycho werewolf."

"It can't be."

"Oh come on. He disappears than that thing shows up 10 seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air...That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott defends.

"He killed Derek."

Stiles is right. Derek's dead. All because of that stupid Alpha. No, all because of Scott. Because he wanted to prove Derek wrong. Because he wanted to call the Alpha. It's his fault Derek's dead. It's his fault were gonna dies next. This triggers something in me. I get up and push Scott in the chest.

"He's dead and it's your fault. If only you trusted him more, if only you listened to him, but no. You had to be a stubborn asshole and call the Alpha and now he's dead because of you. It's your fault."

I'm crying and hitting Scott in the chest. He grabs my arms and pulls me into his chest.

"It's your fault," I whisper.

"Derek's not dead. He can't be dead." Scott says.

"Blood, spurted out of his mouth okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead...and we're next." Stiles says.

"Shut up!" I yell, stepping out of Scott's arms, wiping the tears from my eyes. "The next person to mention Derek will get punched.........in throat."

"Okay," they mutter.

"Just," Scott begins. "What do we do."

"Get to my jeep, we get outta here, you seriously start thinking about quitting your job."

Scott nods.

They move to open the window.

"They don't open geniuses. The school's climate control." I say.

"We break it," Scott says.

"Which will make a lot of noise," Stiles says.

"Then we run.........really fast."

"Stiles, what's wrong with your jeep?" I ask.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent," Scott says.

"Dented?"

"No, I mean bent."

"What the hell?"

Just than, something comes crashing through the window.

"That's my battery," Stiles says, clearly pissed. "We have to move."