So A little info, this story is set in the 4 months-or was it 3- that Erica and Boyd are missing and its a week before summer starts. Warning though, this sequel isn't going to be as fun loving as the previous one :'( so many feels. After I started Season 3 and finding out that Erica died -I cried a lot by the way-I have an idea for a epilogue-ish story after Meg finds out Erica is dead, =( its a sad time for all of us.
ENJOY :D
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SSC
Derek felt a sense of dread each time he stepped into the remains of his old home. The sight of the charred walls the creaking floor boards under him. So many memories, the best and the worst, the place where it all began.
Part of him was glad to have sold the house to the community. They can rebuild it, cover up the tragedy that had happened and hide the erect reminder. He didn't need this hanging over his head, not when he was moving on.
"Hey this is pretty good," Just at the thought of her Meg spoke up. She was in the living room area next to the fire place staring down at a old slightly coal blackened stool with a contemplative look. He watched her for a moment. The way she paced around the piece of furniture in her blue shorts that cut just a bit above her knees and her baggy black t-shirt. The collar was clearly too big for her and it threatened to fall off her smooth shoulders.
Derek was amused by how oblivious she was of the way he was hungrily taking in her appearance—sure she wore casual clothes that she had intended on getting dirty while rummaging through what's left of the Hale house furniture—but still, something about that bronze skin he just couldn't stop staring. He really wanted to know what she would do if he made his thoughts more apparent.
She suddenly looked to him and he froze at the thought that she might know what he was thinking, but she had that same curious expression on her pretty face.
"The fire didn't get to it and it doesn't feel unstable." She was referring to the stool. Derek realized he was yet to answer her question. He walked over to her before turning his gaze to the stool. It was in a sorry state at best but it's hard to predict its stability by just staring at it.
"Why don't you sit on it and find out?" He suggested and Meg looked to him mockingly.
"Why don't you just use your super Alpha vision and check for signs of damage?"
"Maybe I will." Derek challenged.
"Maybe you should." She countered with a victorious upturn of her lips. He narrowed her stare on her playfully before allowing his eyes to fade red. He watched her reaction carefully.
The way her pupil's dilated in wonder and her heart began to beat a little faster, he knew she loved it when his eyes turned red. It was strange because it was meant to be threatening but not to Meg, she was utterly fascinated—maybe even a little aroused—. He turned his gaze to the stool and stared through it. He saw through each imperfection and all though there were many he didn't see any signs of it coming undone under pressure.
"It's fine." He informed his eyes shifting back to its colourless shade.
"I told you." Her chiming voice brought out the playful side of him and Isaac hadn't come back with the paint yet. Maybe he can toy with her a little.
"So you can sit on it." He stated gesturing to the stool making sure he saw her cunning smirk. She looked to him and smiled, bringing her chin up a notch as if he was treating her like royalty. She spun on her heel to face him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I think I will—Wait a minute." Just when she bent at the knees Meg stopped and straightened out again. She took one glance down at the stool before looking up at Derek with eyes narrowed in suspicion. He grinned like a choir-boy.
"You are probably just saying that to get me to sit on it and fall through, oh I am on to you Derek Hale." She restated poking him in the chest to emphasis her point. He stared down at her highly amused and she glared back challenging him with her amber eyes. Their bodies were nearly touching and Meg felt every tingling sensation of his heated stare drinking her in. That unhinged possessive stare made her cheeks heat up every time and she hated that he knew it.
Derek wanted nothing more than to wrap his arm around her waist and kiss her senseless right then and there. Her wide eyed brave expression was just hard to resist, especially when her blushing cheeks complimented her features so perfectly. He stepped closer daring her to move back—she held her ground not moving.
"Hey Derek, where did you keep the brushes?" Isaac's voice behind him snapped them out of their reverie like a brick to the head. The alpha scowled and clenched his fists, annoyed by the interruption
Isaac seems to be making a habit of that lately.
"Behind the door." He retorted gruffly. Meg watched him with a small sly smile curving at her lips, clearly amused by his reaction. Derek gritted his teeth as she continued to grin up at him. He rolled his eyes resisting the urge to smile and stomped off leaving her staring after him.
Grumpy Growls is so cute Meg couldn't help but chant dotingly in her mind as she practically skipped over to Isaac who was on his knees ripping open the lid of the paint can. Instantly the chemical stench of the liquid brushed under her nose and the memory of empty rooms and echoing halls flashed in her mind.
"Oh yay painting, I haven't held a brush since last time I was here in Beacon hills, it's like it's meant to be." She exclaimed merrily as Isaac handed her one brush with a bright smile she couldn't help but return. Meg took the brush and just when she about to dip the bristle end of the brush into the paint the black mark of the Alpha's caught her attention, she stared at it.
It seemed to be a reminder that a storm was heading their way and it was going to anything but pleasant.
She started remembering the day when Erica asked her to runaway with her and Boyd. Somewhere safer away from the hunters and the Kanima, a bigger pack. Meg didn't know what to say at the time. Everything was happening to fast and she couldn't just abandon Derek, not when he needed her.
When they left Meg wanted to be resentful. They had deserted them and she always believed friends never abandoned their friends but they were scared and Meg didn't want to resent them for having basic human emotions. Derek didn't seem to hate them for it, he actually seemed glad that they were safe and away from all the death but at the same time. Meg knew he felt he had failed as an Alpha.
Now with them missing, things didn't get any easier.
There was the possibility that Erica and Boyd weren't kidnapped and that they were somewhere safe and with another pack. A friendly pack who took them in and are not taking care of them, but— they would have called right? Then again Meg didn't think they would leave either.
Fear changes people, she knew that first hand.
She shook her head, refusing to let the forlorn situation cloud her cheer. She was determined to keep her smiles up. She had taken it upon herself to be the glue that kept it all together. She knew if she decided to break down crying then all would be lost. The last thing they needed was another problem on their mountain of a mess.
So, dipping the brush into the bucket of paint Meg started in the middle, right over the mark. She knew it wasn't very clever but she didn't want to keep staring at it and drift back into her anxious thoughts.
"Painting the Doorses red." She chanted happily. Isaac who was also in thought recognized the familiar tune but was intrigued by the change of lyrics.
"Doorses?" He echoed a smirk pinching the corner of his lips.
"Well yeah like 'painting the doors red' makes any sense." She said with a simple shrug and obvious tone.
"Oh that doesn't make any sense?" He retorted sardonically while painting in a downwards motion. She shot him a look.
"You know what I mean. It's got no flow yo." Isaac couldn't help but chuckle under his breath and Meg smiled, she always liked it when he smiled. Especially these days when the frustration of searching for Erica and Boyd was getting to everyone, but she was hoping to change that. Soon... if what she had done showed any results.
"Hello kids." The appearance of Derek's tall and conniving uncle at the threshold of the house surprised them all. Especially Meg since she felt extremely puny when standing in front of him. He eyed her with those light blue eyes and the smirk that pinched his lips was creepy, like he knew something she did too.
Or maybe it was the fact that he came back from the dead? Those circumstances are rarely promising.
"What are you doing here?" Derek was suddenly beside her, protectively. As if knowing exactly what thought crossed his uncles mind. Peter grinned not at all taken back by his nephew's reaction, he shrugged nonchalant.
"Thought you could use a hand, this was my home once too you know." He mused reminiscing while stroking the frame of the door. Meg felt Derek relax at his uncle's words, he was empathizing.
"You may have come back from the dead but that does not mean we want you around, there was a reason why I buried you, it is so I wouldn't have to look at you again." The alpha warned through gritted teeth. Peter was still unperturbed.
"So hostile, fine I get it. You need your space just wanted to know how your search for the rest of the pack is going?" They froze at his words. The uncle smiled at the reaction.
"Not good huh, well my services are available if anyone needs them just letting you know." He stated, feigning sympathy. Meg resisted the urge to roll her eyes in front of him. He graced them all with one last smirk before turning and stomping off.
"I think the man is just bored." Meg stated when she was sure the man was out of ear shot. Isaac nodded in agreement.
"Well trying to murder everyone we know and being buried for a year does isolate a person." His words made her laugh it even coaxed a smirk from Derek. Isaac and Derek began a conversation. Meg wasn't really paying attention to their subject of conversation because her phone began to beep from within her front pocket. She eagerly fished for her phone before pulling it out and looking at the text message. A giant grin began to creep on to her lips.
"We better hurry this up I got a text from Danny." She notified when the two males were both silent.
"What for?" Derek inquired, eyeing her phone with suspicion. Why was he texting her in the middle of the afternoon? She looked up at him and smiled.
"Glad you asked Miguel." He tensed at the familiar name and she continued to watch his reactions vigilantly.
"Stiles told you." He was practically growling as she continued to beam up at him. Isaac was trying to hide a smile behind his hand. Derek was furious, no one was supposed to know about that.
"Yes he did." Meg confirmed and his scowl deepened.
"I hope you said your goodbye's while you were there because I am going to kill him." She pouted at his threatening words.
"But it's such a funny story—by the way I may or may not have promised Danny that I would send him a picture of you shirtless. You know for thanks for the hard work." Scandalized he opened his mouth to retort but Meg wasn't done.
"He said he got a trace on one of their phone numbers." He pressed his lips together in reaction to her words, his interest peaked.
"Erica and Boyd?" Isaac asked and Meg nodded in acknowledgement.
"Yeah, the coordinates were the last recorded time which is like a week after they disappeared."
"That doesn't matter. At least we will have some idea where they headed and narrow our search, good work Meg." She was taken back. Derek rarely praised her especially not in front of Isaac, she was suddenly feeling abashed. A sudden weight on her head startled her out of her embarrassment. Isaac was ruffling her head of hair with a dotingly relieved glimmer in his blue eyes.
"Nicely done Meg." He commended and she grinned.
"I know right, hopefully we can kick some Alpha ass and have them back before summer really starts." Derek wanted to say something he really did.
He wanted to warn her that everything was going to get much worse before they got any better and that they enemies they were up against were ruthless and blood thirsty. There was also the possibility that if their friends were captured then they were most likely dead but…there was that small chance that they weren't or that they got away and are somewhere far away and he couldn't take that small bit of hope, not when she believed it with her whole heart.
