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You killed me! This is all your fault! I had to keep you safe and this is what I get in return?! This is all your fault! Your fault! Derek sat straight up in bed, sweat covering his body like a sheet, his chest and sides heaving as he fought to take in gulps of air. His eyes flickering from green to bright blue and back, his nails now turned to claws ripping into the sheets below him. His eyes darting around to scan the room until they landed on the clock on the bedside table, a quick glance revealed that it was only 4:15am. His mind wouldn't focus on anything except Laura, knowing that today was the anniversary of her death. The anniversary of the day that Peter had taken the closest thing to family that he had after the fire away from him. After the fire, Laura had been more than just a big sister to him; she had taken on the role of Mother and Alpha to him. A low whine started to build in his throat making him clamp his jaws shut tightly in an attempt to muffle the sound, not wanting to wake any members of the Pack that he knew were downstairs scattered around the living room. His ears picked up on the steady heartbeats of each Pack member, knowing that they were all well within sleep. His mind drifted from Laura to the times that they spent in New York, moving from one hotel to the next, then finally settling down in an apartment on the lower half of town.

Derek rose from his bed and made sure his feet were silent on the floor as he walked, making quick work of making the bed, smoothing the blankets out over the edges and corners. His bare feet tapped silently on the floor as he walked to his closet and slowly opened the door, cringing when it creaked on old hinges as it opened, knowing very well that is any of the Betas heard the sound, he'd be in for it. He slowly started to open the door again, hearing the high creaking once again; mentally cursing the hinges in his mind as he fully opened the door. Derek got down onto his knees and shifted through a few things until his hands landed on the rough material of an old duffle bag, dragging the empty bag from the bottom of the closet. When he shut the door of the closet, he didn't expect to be greeted by the red eyes of his new Alpha, making him jump back with a bright blue flash of his own eyes.

"What are you doing awake, Scott? You're supposed to be downstairs with the rest of the Pack. Asleep.", asked Derek as he tossed the bag onto the bed, hearing the dull 'thump' when it landed on the blankets. He walked over to the bag and unzipped it with quick pulls of the zipper, folding the hatch of the bag back. He was just about to turn away to go to one of the dressers in his room when a hand came down and grasped his wrist tightly, the grip tight enough to make him stop in his tracks. A thumb brushed over the side bone in his wrist, prompting him to turn and look at the younger wolf.

"I woke up when Stiles shifted positions and kicked me in the back. I swear he wants the entire couch to himself. I heard your heartbeat change the moment I woke up, I knew you were awake. I just didn't know you were - packing.", explained Scott as he gently pulled the Beta back towards him and back towards the bed, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Go on back downstairs Scott, you need the sleep. It may be the weekend but you did pull a double shift at the vets again.", explained Derek as he tried to pull his wrist free from the younger wolf's grasp, only to feel the grip tighten a fraction, on a gentle but firm squeeze. His green eyes narrowed as he looked from his wrist to the wolf holding it.

"Sleep can wait, figuring out what you're doing and what's going through your mind is more important. Your heartbeat is all over the place and your eyes keep changing from green to blue. Sit down and let's talk. I can tell that something is bothering you, something is on your mind and it's driving you to do this.", explained the Alpha as he once again tugged the older wolf down onto the bed, pushing at his shoulders to get him to sit down. One way or another he would get the older wolf to sit down and talk it out, before he made any quick decisions. He wasn't about to let his Beta and second in command do anything rash.

"I don't have time to talk, Scott. Just. Let me go.", ground out Derek as he once against rose to his feet, only to be pushed back down onto the bed by a growling Alpha. The blue eyed Beta snapped his head up with an answering growl of his own, his nails digging down into the blankets beneath himself. His answering growl was getting louder by the second as he fought to keep himself from looking away from those blazing red eyes. His eyes only left the Alpha's gaze when he heard more than one pair of footsteps coming up the stairs and back the hall, Stiles and Isaac now blocking the door with confusion written on their faces. Stiles' whiskey colored eyes landed on the duffle bag on the bed, his eyes narrowing as he stepped further into the room.

"What the hell is going on in here? It's too early in the morning to hear you two growling at each other like a bunch of pissed off puppies.", asked Stiles as he looked from Scott to Derek. When neither of them answered him, he raised an eyebrow and focused his attention on the blue eyed Beta, knowing that Scott would have little to no chance of getting information out of the wolf yet. Not while he was this on edge and on high alert. He walked over and made a move to grab the bag, only to have Derek's hand shoot out and close down around his wrist in a bruising grasp.

"Unless you plan on packing for me, you won't touch that bag.", he growled out lowly, his eyes flickering now to their bright blue. He released the teen's wrist and once again rose from the bed, walking to the closet to pull down a few pairs of jeans, folding them in half before stuffing them down into the bag, feeling the three sets of eyes on him watching every move that he made. With himself lowered down enough to place the jeans in his bag, Stiles took the opportunity to thread his fingers through the short black hair, letting his nails scrape over his scalp gently.

"Stiles.", warned Scott lowly, not wanting his best friend to get accidently hurt by the on edge wolf, seeing Isaac inching closer out of the corner of his eye. His protest was cut off short when a soft and barely audible groan filled the room, the sound coming from deep inside Derek's chest. His green eyes fluttered closed as he couldn't help but tilt his head further into the teen's hand. A soft sound was leaving the wolf's chest, almost like a purr, as he leaned even further into the teen's hand, eyes remaining closed.

"Want to tell me why you're packing a bag? And where you plan on going?", asked Stiles as he continued to rub his fingers through the short spiked hair, coaxing Derek to sit down on the edge of the bed with him, his hand never stopping with the movements. The minute Derek sat down on the bed; Scott sat down on his other side, with Isaac kneeling down in front of him. Only one word left Derek's lips: "LaLa". Isaac and Scott tilted their heads in confusion and looked towards Stiles for help, who was nodding silently at the older teen.

"LaLa is Laura's nickname. Derek, is today Laura's birthday or is it the anniversary?", asked Stiles as he gently guided the wolf's head up, to look him in the eyes, but those green eyes looked at anything but his. Stiles knew instantly that it wasn't Laura's birthday, that is was the anniversary of her passing. He also knew that is the wolf managed to leave Beacon Hills, he more than likely wouldn't return.

"Where were you going to go, Derek?", asked Isaac softly as he reached out to touch the older teen's knee, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze to let him know that he was there.

"New York, Laura loved New York. The sounds, the lights, the theater, Broadway. We went and saw Wicked at least three times in one week; she wanted to go see Rocky Horror before she came back here. I tried for weeks to find the DVD for her so she would have something to watch before coming back here, but I could never find it anywhere. Laura was really looking forward to it. Her and I even took a few dancing lessons at one of the studios downtown. We used to spend hours improving our technique and trying new moves, improve our flexibility.", explained Derek as he closed his eyes and rested his forehead down onto his clasped hands, letting his sister's voice fill his head once again. Your fault. Your fault. Your fault! A low growl filled Derek's throat as his hands fisted even tighter, his knuckles turning white from the force. Scott reached over and closed his hand down around the older wolf's hands, startling him enough to make him raise his head to look into his eyes. Their heads snapped towards the bedroom door when they heard the wrapping of a knuckle on firm wood. Derek's green eyes landed on Peter, who was standing in the doorframe, and immediately turned bright blue, the growl in his throat growing in volume.

"Now. Now. No need to raise your shackles at me, nephew. I was woke by the four of you", explained the oldest wolf as he looked from his nephew to the others in the room. The growl coming from the blue eyed Beta only seemed to increase in volume and ferocity, his eyes narrowing a fraction as his lips drew back over newly shifting fangs.

"Derek.", sternly warned Scott as his grip tightened on the wolf, his arm snaking around the older wolf's shoulder in an attempt to keep him on the bed. He had little time to react before Derek shot up from the bed and lunged at his Uncle, taking him down to the floor as they rolled in a ball of snapping fangs, claws, and growls. Derek sank his fangs down into Peter's shoulder, the fangs easily slicing through flesh and muscle, only being torn free when he was tossed down the stairs. His back roughly connected with the wood as he went down the stairs, more than prepared when the older wolf lunged the minute he landed. Their bodies twisted almost painfully as Peter's claws sliced through his nephew's side, blood flowing down from the wound. The rest of the wolves and humans scrambled away from the pair, to avoid getting caught by their teeth or claws. Derek sank his fangs down into the older wolf's side, intending to tear a chunk from his side, when he was hauled off and away, being firmly pressed against the wall by a pair of twin wolves. He threw his head back and roared, his eyes lighting up even brighter than before, as he tried to use the wall as leverage to break free from the twins.

"Well, that was fun.", panted out Peter as he rolled his head on his shoulders, his wounds slowly knitting themselves back together, fiber by fiber. All heads turned towards Scott, Stiles, and Isaac as they ran down the stairs, their eyes wide as they looked from Peter to the twins, who were struggling to hold Derek back.

"This is your fault! You took everything from her!", exclaimed Derek before he snapped his teeth at Aiden, who slammed him back against the wall, grounding his feet against the floor for more leverage to hold him. Peter's chuckle filled the room, only seeming to spur the younger wolf on.

"Oh, nephew. You're still not over that, are you?", he asked as he chuckled once more, watching with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as Ethan and Aiden had to slam the Beta back into the wall again, their claws piercing his skin as they held him back from attacking his Uncle again.

"Boyd. Jackson. Escort Peter out of here; make sure he leaves the property. Scott, your Beta.", ordered Stiles as he gestured towards Derek, watching as Boyd and Jackson both grabbed an arm on Peter and all but drug him from the living room and through the kitchen, towards the back door, their eyes blazing. Stiles and Isaac sat down on the couch as the rest of the Pack gathered around them, eager for an explanation as to what was happening. Their hushed whispers filled the room as everything was explained to them by Stiles and Isaac, Derek's low and ever present growl floating above their voices. His eyes were still blazing a bright blue, but his teeth had shifted back to blunt human ones, and his sides and chest were heaving as he took in air.

"Scott. I – I can't. You need to let me go. You have to let me go.", managed out Derek as he struggled to force his wolf down, needing desperately to get out, to get away. Scott nodded at the other two Beta's, who released Derek from their grasps, their panting filling the room too. The older wolf made a straight line shot for the door, only to be pulled back by Scott, being held tightly in the Alpha's arms. Derek struggled against the grip, trying to push the younger wolf away from him, trying to get himself out of his grasp. Scott's arms only tightened around his Beta, whispering reassuring words softly into his ear as he lowered them both down to the ground, tugging the older wolf into his lap. The Alpha tucked Derek's face into the side of his neck, feeling his hot breath coming out in pants against his skin. He kept the tight hold on his Beta, knowing the minute that he let go, Derek would bolt from the house.