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"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."
― Bernard Meltzer

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 25TH 2005 – Derek's POV

It felt as if my whole world had just...collapsed. I didn't see a point in life anymore, didn't see a point in sitting on the chair if everyone I loved – apart from Laura – was dead.

I suppose I couldn't say that for Uncle Peter, but there was barely anything left of him. Only a shell of who he used to be.

It was just over an hour ago now that Laura and I had seen the burnt remains of our home; that we had realised, with a sinking feeling, that our family was dead. We had no one but each other left... We were alone.

I was sitting in the police station, sitting outside of the Sheriff's office while he spoke with my sister. People tried to talk to me, but they quickly learnt to leave me alone... They learnt that I didn't want to be touched or hugged or talked to. I just wanted to go home, I just wanted for my family to be alive! I just wanted this to all be a dream!

But that wasn't going to happen at any point.

Was it too much to ask to just leave this place already?

I was finding it difficult to suppress my wolf, to keep him under control. He wanted to burst through the cage I had him locked in and just...destroy something! He and I both wanted to hunt down who did this and rip them limb from limb...

I wanted someone to pay for what they did.

"Hello." someone said from beside me.

Getting ready to snap at yet another officer, I whipped my head round, glaring already. Only to come face to face with a smiling about-ten year old.

The kid was wearing a Batman t-shirt, dark blue jeans and ratty sneakers, clinging to a stuffed blue bunny.

"What?" I sighed, knowing I couldn't start yelling at the kid.

"I'm Genim." he grinned. "What's your name?"

"Derek. Now go. Away."

'Genim' frowned slightly, but didn't leave. Instead, he moved closer.

Glaring a little more, I shifted to the empty seat next to me, turning my back to the kid. I was hoping that, maybe, he would get the hint and leave me alone, like the officers did. You know, some kids were intelligent enough to recognise when people wanted to be left alone.

"Did something bad happen?" Genim asked again, this time, his voice much closer.

Looking to my right, I jumped slightly as I saw his face right in front of me.

Why didn't I hear him move?

"Leave. Me. Alone." I growled, blue starting to tint my eyes.

But the kid did nothing.

He didn't leave.

He didn't speak.

He just sat there, on his knees, facing me, clinging to the stuffed bunny toy.

For a while, the kid just sat there, fidgeting slightly every now and then, staring at me... After a while I just turned my head away from him, watching the Sheriff's door and willing my sister to come out of there already.

But we can't always have what we want.

Sighing again, I ran my hands over my face, slouching back in the chair.

That was when I felt arms wrap around my neck.

Stiffening in an instant, I kept my eyes closed, focusing on my breathing.

"What. Are you. Doing?" I gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Hugging you." he replied, simply.

"Why?"

"My mommy told me that when someone was sad, sometimes, what they needed was a hug. Doesn't your mommy hug you when you're sad?"

"My mom died tonight along with the majority of my family."

The kid went quiet again, shuffling a little closer and pushing his head in to my shoulder.

"My mommy died back in August." he whispered. "Five days after my tenth birthday."

I don't know what caused me to do it, but I suddenly found myself with one arm around the kid, hugging him back a little, rubbing his back slightly. It didn't even register to me at first that I was doing, only noticing after the kid moved even closer.

It didn't take long after I realised for the kid to climb onto my lap, sitting on my right leg with his legs hanging off of mine, his right hand fisting my t-shirt to keep steady as his left kept hold of the stuffed animal, while my right arm stayed around him keeping him from falling off.


The kid – Genim – stayed with me the entire time, sitting on me and talking nonstop. He didn't have to tell me for me to know he had ADHD, I could smell it – and the Adderall – on him.

Every now and then, someone would walk past and have to look twice at Genim and me, wondering what a sweet kid was doing with the enraged teenager... To be honest, I asked myself the exact same question.

Genim kept talking until this guy – who had to be, about, thirty eight – appeared around the corner. I recognised him as Deputy Stilinski, he and my dad had worked together a couple of times, what with my dad being a lawyer, so I had met the Deputy when mom and I picked dad up when his car wasn't working when I was younger.

The Deputy obviously recognised me but, before he could say anything, he noticed his son and his focused turned away from everything else.

"Genim Alexander Stilinski, I told you to stay with Tara?" Deputy Stilinski sighed.

"But, daddy, I finished my math homework." Genim replied, simply.

"That doesn't mean you run off, buddy."

The Deputy glanced at me again, offering an apologetic smile as he walk closer, before turning back to his son.

"Or bug people." he teased.

"He's fine, honestly." I said, quickly. "Kept me company while I waited."

"Lots of people think I'm annoying because I talk too much and I flail and I don't really think about what I'm saying or realised that I'm going on and on and on and on and o..." Genim started.

"Genim! Breathe!" Deputy Stilinski panicked.

With that, the kid stopped talking, breathing heavily and looking at his dad, head tilted slightly with wide eyes.

"You got to remember to breathe, buddy. Alright?" he questioned.

"Yes, daddy." the kid grinned.

"Good. Now, say goodbye, we got to get you home."

Pouting slightly, the kid sighed, hugging me again while doing as his dad said, before slipping off my leg and running after his old man, grabbing his hand and talking excessively again.

It was strange. At first I wanted the kid to leave me alone, just so I could brood by myself... but now he was leaving, after spending some time with him? Well, I just felt alone all over again.

I tried to ignore the aching feeling.

Tried to ignore how the kid actually seemed to make everything better.

Tried to ignore the guilty feeling of everything being my fault.

I watched as the kid disappeared around the corner with his dad, the ten year old looking back to wave at me. You can't blame me for waving back...

Of course, it surprised me when, a few seconds later, Genim came barrelling round the corner again, charging right for me. I stood up in time for him to crash into my legs, his head bouncing against my stomach, instead of him hitting the chair, his arms going around my stomach and his head turned up to look at me.

He tugged on my shirt, trying to pull me down, so I knelt down on my right knee so I was just below him, resting my left arm on my raised left knee.

Genim held out the stuffed blue bunny toy to me, his whole demeanour turning shy as his chin tilted to his chest and one arm went behind his back as he rocked back and forth on to his heels and the balls of his feet.

"I want you to have him." he told me.

"I can't do that." I told him, feeling oddly touched by the gesture.

"Sure you can."

To demonstrate that, yes, I could, Genim placed the bunny in my left hand, making my hand close around it.

"I don't want you to forget me." he told me in that simple way all kids seemed to be able to do. "And I don't want you to ever not have someone or something to hug when you get sad."

My wolf rumbled, content, even with the underlying hurt still there, looking at the boy in front of me with something that was only ever reserved for my family – my Pack.

For the first time since I met the kid, I hugged him, hoping against all odds that I would see him again.

"How could I forget a whirlwind like you, Gen?" I chuckled slightly.

The kid pulled back, grinning, the smile only dropping slightly when his dad called for him again.

"Go on. We'll see each other again soon." I told him, smiling a little.

"I hope so. I don't like when I can't see my friend." he nodded, starting to run off. "Bye, Der!"

"Bye, Gen."

For the second time, I watched as the kid ran off, waving to him again before he disappeared around the corner.

I gave a small smile to the bunny in my hands before placing it, gently, into my backpack that was underneath the chair, just in time for Laura to walk out.

I shouldered my bag quickly, before rushing to Laura and hugging her tightly, surprising her a little.

"Let's get out of her, baby bro." she whispered, her voice thick with tears.

God, I hoped I would see that kid again...


WEDNESDAY, JULY 25TH 2012 – Stiles' POV

"Just shut up and go through the box!" Derek snapped...again.

See, we were helping Sour McSourwolf move into the newly rebuilt Hale house – along with Boyd, Erica and Isaac of whom he was the legal guardian of now. I, of course, had the 'pleasure' of helping Sourwolf sort out his things – not that either of us wanted me there – but no one argued with Lydia Martin when there was still decorating to be done.

"Hey, I can talk and go through the box at the same time!" I protested. "It's called multi-tasking. You've obviously not heard of it."

"Shut up or I'll rip your throat out... With my teeth." Derek growled.

"Yeah, that doesn't scare me anymore since I know you won't actually do it. Especially since my dad now has wolfsbane bullets now."

That just got me the infamous Hale glare, to which I just rolled my eyes and carried on digging through the cardboard box in front of me.

Derek must have been careful as to which box he gave me, since there was nothing that I could use as blackmail material in the one I was going through. It was pretty disheartening. But, hey, going through your crush's possessions? How could I complain? So, yeah, there you go, there was the reason I didn't want to be there. Any prolonged alone time spent with Sourwolf was time spent that he could figure it all out!

Of course, I forgot about that when I came across something at the bottom of the box.

Something blue.

Something old.

Something I thought I would never see again.

Something I never thought would be a possession of Derek Hale.

Derek must have hard my heart rate pick up, his head shooting up to look at me before zipping around the room.

"What? What's wrong?" he demanded.

I took the stuffed blue bunny toy out of the box, gaping at it as I help it gently in my hands.

"I know from experience that this guy gives great hugs." I muttered, nodding towards the toy. "It took a couple of months after my mom died before my dad could hug me again, so I would always hug Bunny. At least I know you didn't forget me..."

Looking up at Derek, I noticed that he had gone pale and still. His eyes were wide and mouth open just slightly. He dropped whatever he was holding, it landing with a dull thud in the box.

I didn't realise he moved until he was right in front of me, his hands shooting out to my shoulders as I started to fall backwards.

Derek bent his head slightly, looking right into my eyes, his head tilting every so often as a small crease appeared in the middle of his forehead. He sniffed the air as a dog would, forcing me to have to bite my tongue so I didn't make a dog joke.

I guess he could whatever he was looking for since, next thing I knew:

"Gen?" he whispered, quietly, hands still on my shoulders.

"Hey, Der." I said just as quietly, smiling a little, tilting my chin down to my chest.

For the first time since Scott and I had run into Derek on the preserve, Derek grinned. This wide, almost childlike grin that I never thought he would have been capable of. Of course, that was overshadowed when, using the grip he had on my shoulders, he pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Told you we'd see each other again soon." he mumbled into my neck.

"I guess you did, Der. I guess you did." I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck, still clinging to Bunny.

I couldn't help the way my heart rate rose yet again at the feeling, the nervous excitement that always came with being around Derek appearing as it always did. But I paid no attention to it.

Well, not until he pulled back slightly, frowning at me a little. I started to panic a little, seeing that he was close to figuring it out. I opened my mouth to make some sort of excuse, but I never got a chance to.

I mean, why would I want to make an excuse for it when Derek Hale was kissing me? I mean, that was just absurd!

I couldn't help but think, though, that my dad was going to have a field day with this when he found out...


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