Because you asked for it, here's another chapter of "Adult Wolf."
We were lounging on the couch in the apartment I had decided to rent for the duration of our stay in Beacon Hills. As...quaint as Derek's ancestral home was, it really just wasn't the kind of place I could imagine myself relaxing in. My feet were in his lap, I was trying to get him to rub the stress out, but he stilled my movements with his large hands around my ankles.
"It was Peter who killed Laura." He said quietly.
"Peter, your uncle?" I asked, incredulously. He nodded. "But, how, isn't he a vegetable? Confined to the hospital, right?"
"Well he was. Until he woke up." I just looked at him. He sighed. "All that time in the hospital, he was trapped inside his mind, but healing. Much slower than what's normal for us, but still faster than a human. And he went crazy, locked inside his mind for years. Apparently, he woke up one night on the full moon, and luckily his nurse for the night was crazy too, because he was wolfed out, but all did was open the window for him. And that continued for a few months... until Laura came. And he was out one night while she was scouting." He paused. "He didn't recognize her." He ended. I let this process for a while.
"And you believe this story?" I asked, gently. He turned to me, a tiredness in his eyes that I was seeing more of the longer we stayed here.
"I don't want to believe the alternative."
"Hmm." I nodded, moving so that I was sitting on his lap, head tucked into his neck. He wrapped his arms around me in turn. We both needed the comfort.
"Derek's missing again, and I feel like somehow, you two are responsible." I said as Scott and Stiles entered the former's room. I twirled around to face them, using the swivel chair in the room. I felt it upped the drama of the situation. They felt it too, seeing as how they both jumped after hearing my voice. Stiles was the first to recover.
"Or maybe he ran away from you." Stiles snarked. "For a wife, you're doing a terrible job keeping tabs on your husband." What a little brat.
"Oh no, you don't get to talk about tabs with me." I responded. "You left my Derek with Peter, crazy-comatose-for-six-years Peter, who somehow convinced him to join his crusade, and now he's missing, okay? Not saying it's all your fault but, you do have a pretty nice stake in it. Personally, I wanted Derek to leave this town and all its problems. Unfortunately, he has a strong sense of honor, so he couldn't in good conscience leave a novice werewolf running around without some type of help." I said, turning to Scott.
"Yeah, well he was no help at all." Scott said petulantly. He was really getting on my nerves.
"Really? Well the way I hear it he saved your scrawny ass from the Argents quite a few times." I said crossing my arms. He didn't have anything to say to that.
"Just tell her man." Stiles whispered to Scott. Scott gave a long suffering sigh. He didn't understand suffering, I would be delighted to introduce him to it.
"Fine." He growled. "I went to see Derek at the old Hale house yesterday, we got into an... argument, then Kate and some of her goons busted in. Derek distracted them to let me get away. That's the last time I saw or heard from him."
"And you have no idea where he could be?" They both shook their heads. This time, I growled, stomping out of the house.
"I want you to apologize. And make sure it's truthful, because if it isn't, I'll know." Peter said. "And your lovely little niece will pay the price."
The woman I now knew to be Kate Argent looked between her niece and Peter, her lips turning into a snarl. She did it remarkably well for her not to be a wolf.
"I'm sorry." She spat, rather hostilely I might add. Peter pretended to weigh whether or not he would still kill the teenager. I felt it was a good time to make my presence known, so I walked out from the shadows that hid me in the charred house, catching everyone's attention.
"Well that didn't sound convincing at all." I said, dryly, appraising the pathetic excuse for a human being before me.
"And who the hell are you?" She yelled, eyes flashing in anger. "Another wolf that needs to be put down?" I rolled my eyes at her stupidity, way to antagonize the man that had your niece's life literally in his claws. Peter just grimaced.
"As much as I hate agreeing with a hunter," he started in distaste, "who are you, and why are you here?" He growled.
"First things first, why don't we let the kid go so the grown ups can talk?" Peter acquiesced and after a moment released his hold on Allison. It took her a scram gesture from me for her to actually leave.
"Now, Uncle Peter," he raised and eyebrow but let me continue, "I assume you were just about to get to the good part and kill this one over here." I said, pointing to the remaining Argent.
"Indeed I was..." He looked equal parts pissed and amused at my ill-timed interruption.
"You can call me Marcelle." I filled in for him. "I, however, have a problem with that."
"Is that so?" He asked. "Because I can just get rid of you first."
"No, no. You misunderstand, I have no problem whatsoever with her dying. I just want to be the one that's doing the killing." Kate looked gob-smacked. Peter looked oddly entertained. Only a psychopath.
"And why would I let you, Marcelle, anywhere near my kill?" He asked.
"Because Peter, I promised my mate, your nephew, that I would be the one to end the existence of the scum that was to blame for the death of his family, not to mention the fact that she's just been torturing him again." My voiced raise in anger. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself before continuing. "Really, you're on my shit-list too, for killing Laura on purpose, and I was met with an interesting conundrum on who to kill first as I watched the introduction to this over dramatic soap opera you call life. However, I decided to let you live for a few more moments, since I've been dead set on her longer than I knew you were even active." Peter's blue eyes pierced the darkness between us and felt like hot lasers on my skin, dissecting me, trying to find out what I was made of through gaze alone. Kate's manic laughter broke the silence after my slightly long-winded spiel.
"Oh that's just rich." She sneered. "The puppy's bitch is here to get 'back at me'. How high school."
"Excuse me, but the only bitch here is you. A soon to be mutilated bitch, and then a dead bitch." I smiled a dangerous smile, crossing my arms. Boy was she irritating.
"Yeah? You and what army?" She asked. Peter just watched the proceedings with interest.
"Oh, I won't need an army. A few sharp blades and a couple of splashes of acid will do just fine." I snapped. Our glaring contest was interrupted by laughter, courtesy of the resident sociopath.
"How amusing." He started. "I would never have guessed that Derek would pick someone so...vindictive as a mate. But then again, he did live with powerful women all his life, so it's not that much of a surprise." Peter tapped his chin in thought. "So you want permission to bring about the end of her life." He asked. So this was how he was going to play it, huh? Well, two can play at that game.
"The way I see it, we're pack right?" He nodded, reserved. "So, great and powerful alpha," it took a lot not to roll my eyes, "this member of your pack humbly requests the killing rights of one Kate Argent." His eyes glowed alpha-red. "Besides, you basically killed everyone else involved in the fire that lived in town already. You could leave something for the rest of us." I added.
"My, my, what a mouth you have." He smirked. "I like it. If you weren't already claimed by Derek, I daresay I might have snapped you up."
"Yeah, hard pass on that." I held in a shiver of disgust. "How about it?" I asked, nodding toward Kate, who had been trying, and failing, to escape from her bonds.
"You see, the only problem is that this woman was the ringleader, and everything in me wants to tear her apart." He growled.
"How about a compromise then?" He raised an eyebrow. "One painful swipe of the claws, not fatal, and then I take over. Then, after everything's said and done, I can give you some proof so that you know without any doubt, that you made an excellent choice handing her off to me." I held out a manicured hand to him. After a moment, he grasped it.
"Deal." He said. And with a roar and a gust of wind, he was raking his claws down her face to the end of her left arm, just missing her carotid artery on the way down, a bloodthirsty grin on his face. A piercing shriek escaped her mouth, and a blur broke through the window tackling Peter. It was Scott.
"Catch you on the flip side, Peter." I said, dragging Kate behind me and melting into the shadows once again.
I made sure Kate did not have fun at our get together. I made sure that she was begging for the sweet relief death would give her. And when I felt the swell of power that infused Derek's and my bond, signaling the demise of Peter, I promise I only tortured her the tiniest bit more before finally dispatching her. Even though Peter was dead, I still took pictures of my work, and maybe a tooth or nail or two. Unwanted people had a nasty habit of popping back up even after death, so better safe than sorry.
I took Kate's mangled body back to the house, and lay the heirloom necklace across her neck. I stepped back, then stepped through space, arriving at the apartment. Derek was there, still as a statue, waiting in our living room. He was in front of me before I could even open my mouth to greet him.
"You smell like blood, and Kate." He growled, pressing his nose into my neck to get a better reading, and for comfort. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and ran my fingers through the hair at the nape. He growled lowly, it was almost a purr, and grabbed onto my hips.
"Heard there's a new alpha in town." I said, nibbling on the tip of his ear. He really purred at that, before moving his head back and flashing his now red eyes at me. I moved my hands to stroke the skin under his eyes. "I'll miss the blue, but I'm diggin' the red too." I smiled. He just shook his head at me, tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
"Let's just get you clean first. I can't focus with the smell of her on you." He said, dragging me toward the bathroom by my belt loops.
"Oh, are you gonna join me and wash my back?" I asked coyly.
"Oh, I'm gonna do way more than that." He promised.
"So, I'm getting the feeling that Beacon Hills is kind of turning into an endgame for us." I started later that night while we were lying in bed. Scents of all others were washed away in our earlier shower, and now only the smell of myself and my mate permeated the space.
"Why do you say that?" He asked, stroking my back languidly. I sat up on my arm and pinned him with an are-you-kidding-me stare.
"When your pack...passed on all those years ago, it left a serious power vacuum in this area. Everything was thrown out of whack. That why I had to rely on those teenage idiots and stalking Peter to find out where you were. All the magic here was backed up and confused, I couldn't get a good read on you doing a locating spell. I hated not knowing where you were." I had to take a moment to calm myself. "You're an alpha now, a stable one, and while you don't really have a stable pack - other than me and Caleb - I can already feel the power in the air stabilizing and focusing on you, and me, kind of on Scott and Stiles, and then on whoever else might join the pack in the future."
"And while it doesn't necessarily mean we have to stay, it'll throw everything out of whack again if we don't. I get it." He sighed.
"Now, I don't have a problem leaving this place behind." I said. "My only attachment to it is you." I poked him in the chest. "But I know you want a pack again, I know that you want to rebuild the Hale legacy and protect your lands again. I know you want a home, and not just a place we rent. So make a choice, and I'll follow you." I finished, laying my head back down on his shoulder. After a moment he turned to look at me.
"How did I get so lucky with you?" He whispered, looking into my eyes stroking my cheeks with his fingertips.
"I guess you deserved a little good karma for all the shit you had to go through." I reasoned. "Is that a yes? We're staying?" He looked apprehensive for a second, then his resolved steeled and he nodded. "Alrighty," I said, "First thing in the morning I'll call a moving service to grab our stuff in New York, then we'll have to pick up Caleb because he cannot stay with my parents forever, then I'll have to work on some heavy duty wards for him - he's top priority here -" I was cut off my Derek's warm lips.
"First thing in the morning." He said, moving to straddle me. "But until then, we have plenty of night to burn through."
"I like the way you think." I giggled.
"So you just hang out in your old house in the afternoons?" I asked absently, focusing on the task in front of me. I was currently buying tickets for my trip to pick up Caleb. It was going to be a straight shot there and back, no dilly-dallying allowed. Derek needed me here.
He was currently throwing something together for dinner. I loved my man, and he loved to feed me.
"Yeah, Scott doesn't realize that he can follow his nose to find me here. Not that I want him to, this is our den. But, he's a little dense, so I stay around the house towards the end of the school day in case he or his annoying friend stops by to ask a stupid question." He was now seasoning some beef, I was excited to eat what it turned into when he was done.
"Awwww, Derek. I don't think these boys appreciate how awesome you are. Taking time out of your busy schedule to be there for them." Okay, I was kind of mocking him. Just a little though. I kidded all the time that he was my stay at home husband. I mean, he did cook all my meals and do all of the chores, I was actually pretty spoiled. It's not that I didn't know how to take care of the house or do any of those things, he just didn't want me to. He said it was wolf thing, a mate thing. As the male, he felt it was his responsibility to make sure I was happy, healthy, and never wanting for anything.
So far, he was doing a pretty bang up job, but I resolved to start taking some of the load off of him, seeing as he was eventually going to start building a pack, and that would take up more time. But, back to our conversation, he just rolled his eyes at my jab. "But seriously Der. You are the best. Your like a pseudo big brother making sure you're there for them if they ever need any advice. Scott'll come around eventually. Right now he's only seeing the downsides of being a wolf, but he'll eventually see the good sides, like being part of a pack. I know I've thoroughly enjoyed my time in the Hale Pack." I winked at him.
"Yeah, well hopefully that happens soon. Because as an omega, that kid's not only in danger, but he's a pain in my ass."
Retrieving Caleb went without a hitch. I was dead tired after the long flights back and forth, but other than that, I was fine. Caleb had fallen asleep just a little before we landed in California. Not wanting to disturb his rest, I carried him out to the car and strapped him in the booster seat. On the few hour breaks I had in France between flight, I had my parents help me with wards protecting Caleb. Nothing was getting through to hurt my little cub, not even a non-magical paper cut would be happening, forget a kidnapping or attempted murder. I texted Derek to let him know I was back in town. He texted back quickly, telling me to come to the abandoned train station to meet the new pack member. He sure did work fast, I was only gone for... a day or so. Whatever.
I drove to the train station, wondering about this new pack member. What she or he would be like, would we get along, things of that nature. Parking, I pulled a still sleeping Caleb up onto my hip, reminiscent of our first meeting. He still had the bad habit of sucking on his thumb while he slept. Walking into the eerie building, I followed the feeling of my alpha, coming to a stop when I saw him talking to a teenager. Our new pack member. I waited for them to acknowledge me, didn't want to sneak up on a new wolf, that never went well. Derek turned to us, a small smile on his face when he saw Caleb. He beckoned me over.
I smiled gently at the skittish teen with the curly honey brown hair. He looked ready to bolt at the smallest thing. Derek put a hand on my lower back, bringing me closer to his side.
"Isaac," he said to the boy, "this is my mate, Marcelle, and our cub, Caleb. Babe," he said to me, "this is my new beta, Isaac." I held out my free hand to shake his, he flinched at the motion, it was a small flinch, but a flinch nonetheless. He eventually grabbed my hand in a soft shake. That wouldn't do. I handed Caleb to Derek easily. And stepped closer to Isaac, Derek's eyes on my as he held our nephew close for the first time in months, scenting him.
"Isaac," I said softly, "first lesson in being a wolf: scenting." His eyebrow went up in question. I turned to face Derek and Caleb, Derek's eyes were now closed and he was rumbling deep in his chest in content. "You see Derek and Caleb?" I asked, he looked over to them. "Wolves are creatures that rely heavily on scent. You use it to track, to determine what others are feeling, to establish pack and possession of land or items. Caleb and Derek don't smell much like each other because they haven't seen each other in a while, so Derek is reaffirming the bond of pack by rubbing his scent on him, and in turn is getting some of Caleb scent on himself. You get it?" I asked. He nodded slowly.
"He's telling others that Caleb is his, is part of his pack." He said in a soft voice.
"Exactly!" I smiled brightly, he was way better at being a wolf than Scott, but I guess he did ask for it. I turned to him again. "And Isaac, you're pack now." I said, grabbing him in a hug, rubbing my cheek against his. It took him a while, but he finally returned my hug, holding me tight like he hadn't had one in forever and wanted to make sure I wasn't going anywhere before he was done. That was fine. When Isaac started whimpering into my neck, I just held him tighter, humming and patting his back in a soothing manner. Derek joined us a little later, with a hand on the back of Isaac's neck. This made Isaac freeze up for a moment, but then he relaxed again. After a while, I pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes. "So Isaac, this means that you're ours now. And we're yours." He smiled a little bit, looking at Derek who gave a stoic nod in agreement.
I grabbed a still sleeping Caleb from Derek and placed him in Isaac's arms, who looked confused and shocked at the child.
"Watch Caleb for a bit, Derek and I are just gonna have a chat real quick." I smiled, dragging Derek along with me.
"But-" Isaac started.
"It's fine Isaac, you could drop him and he'd be okay. But don't do that." I said, leaving the teenager and kid behind. Derek and I only went out of immediate sight, but I put up a sound barrier so our words could be our own.
"I missed you." Derek purred into my neck, nipping and kissing up the column.
"Derek," I sighed tiredly, "where did you find this kid." I mean it was fine because he was ours and I wasn't going to get rid of him or anything, but kid had some serious issues and I needed to know what they were to fix him. Derek just pressed his nose behind my ear and ran his fingers through my hair.
"We met in the cemetery." I rolled my eyes even if he couldn't see it. He pressed a kiss to my lips and started on the other side of my neck.
"And...?" Several hours without sleep got him a mate with a short fuse.
"He was working there. I saw the bruises on his face first, then I found that they were all over his body. His father," he spat the word, "finds joy in making him feeling weak, so instead, I made him strong." He said, holding my hips tighter in his anger. I understood, the same anger ran through me at this revelation.
"He's not staying with that man any longer." I said. He hummed against my cheek in acquiescence. "We have a spare room." I broke the sound barrier with a wave of my hand and pulled Derek behind me by the lapel of his leather jacket. We walked back to the main part of the station to see a bewildered Isaac sitting in one of the train cars, gingerly cradling Caleb. He was too cute. I took Caleb from him to allay his fears of being a horrible babysitter. His once rigid body now sagged in relief. "Up you get." I said to Isaac, pushing Derek toward him. "You're coming home with us." I said, turning to walk toward my car. As soon as we got home, I was going straight to bed and sleeping for at least a day.
The morning came, and with it a hungry cub and teenager that had to go to school soon. Despite my earlier hopes of sleeping the day away, I decided to make a good first impression as "pack mom" and get up early to fix breakfast. I slipped out of bed, making sure not to rouse my partner, then gathered my sleepified little helper from the next room over.
Last night, after deciding that Isaac would stay with us, Derek and I split up, taking along our selected cubs. I went straight home, Derek stopped by Isaac's house to pick up a good amount of his items.
A half hour later I was putting the finishing touched on a pretty good spread. Toast, jam, scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a bowl of fruit were laid out. Caleb was sitting at the table, still halfway asleep, hair in a disarray around him. I fixed him a plate as I called the others to come eat. Derek came out first and plopped in a chair after giving Caleb's head a rub. I placed his plate in front him, and gave him a very good morning kiss. Now, I was just waiting on Isaac.
I heard a slow shuffle, then watched at Isaac peaked shyly around the door.
"Good morning Isaac." I smiled. "Come, sit." He did as I directed, and I put a plate of food in front of him, patting his shoulder. Finally, I sat down with my own food, watching my little pack. Caleb watched Isaac as he shoveled food into his mouth and kicked his little legs idly. No doubt his little sniffer told him that Isaac was now pack. He was sizing up his new pack mate. Derek, Derek was precious. His eyes were basically closed, and if he hadn't been bringing the fork up to his mouth in regular intervals, he would have just been asleep. Isaac was wide eyed and still skittish, but less so than last night. He never looked at one place too long, and he never looked at any of us. I decided to break the tension.
"Isaac," I called, getting his attention, "you didn't really get to meet him last night, but this is Caleb." I rested my hand on my cubs head. Caleb smiled at Isaac, Isaac tried to smile back, Caleb didn't take notice of the struggle and went back to eating. Derek was now on his third plate. "How did you sleep last night?" I asked. He looked shocked and wary, like I was asking a trick question. I hoped my expression assured him I wasn't.
"I slept great, thanks." He said softly. I noticed that his plate was empty.
"Are you still hungry? There's plenty?"
"Oh no, it's fine-"
"Nonsense." I cut him off, putting another heaping serving of breakfast on his plate. "You're a growing boy." He didn't seem upset by the food, just surprised. And he began to eat again. Derek was finished, he got up to put his plate in the sink, and on his way back to our room, he gave Isaac's shoulder a squeeze, Caleb's hair a ruffle, and my lips a kiss.
"So," I started, "Lacrosse..."
For Isaac Lahey, the day was going...well. And that was a complete change from the ways things normally went in his life. He was used to being invisible at school, he wished that invisibility carried over to when he went home, but alas, that wasn't the case. Isaac lived in a troubled household. It hadn't always been that way. When his mom and older brother were still alive, life was good, his father was caring, supporting, and fun-loving. Then his mother died, and some of those good parts in his dad died along with her. His father pushed more acceptance and favoritism toward his older son, and started to ignore his younger son. Then Camden joined the army. Their father was proud, but the lack of his favorite son in the house meant that Isaac started to get the backlash from his darker moods. Cruel words meant to knock down self-esteem were an ever present theme by this point. Then Camden died. Words turned into punches, low self-worth turned into fear, and Isaac Lahey had no one to turn to. Invisible during the day as well as during the night, seeing as how no one who ever heard his screams helped him.
That was until he met Derek Hale. He had heard some things about Derek Hale around town. By now, everyone knew the real reason behind the Hale fire. He was now labeled as a 'misunderstood young man' instead of the 'dangerous troublemaker' he had been upon his initial return to the town. They met in the cemetery where Isaac's father was now the grounds-keeper of, where he made Isaac work late digging graves, even on school nights. Something made the digging machine fall over, trapping Isaac inside of the grave he was digging on. He had been wary of working late these nights, seeing as how there had been a grave robbery not to long ago. According to the police officers that came to record it the next morning, whatever robbed the grave took the recently deceased's liver. Not cool. Derek came and helped him out of the grave, then proceed to offer him a gift. Which Isaac accepted, even after hearing the possible drawbacks. It was too good to pass up.
Because of the Bite, Isaac's day was going well. It actually started the night before, which by itself, hadn't been too awesome. His father was angry at him for getting a low grade in his Chemistry class. Chemistry was hard, and it wasn't as if Isaac had enough time or guts to ask for help from a tutor when his days not in class were filled with Lacrosse practice and graveyard shifts in the, well, graveyard. In his anger, his father threw a glass as his head. The glass missed, but when it hit the wall behind him, it broke and some of the pieces ricocheted, his face getting cut by some of these pieces, while another one, one that almost scratched his eye, he caught between his forefingers. Afraid that his father would notice his super human healing, Isaac ran out of the house, being chased by his father in his car.
Isaac manage to avoid him for a time, but backtracking to where his father had last been seen, Isaac saw a horrible sight. His father, still in the car, door ripped off its hinges, murdered, and not cleanly. He was eviscerated. He got away as soon as he could and contacted Derek with the news. Derek in turn told him to meet with him at the abandoned train station. At first, Derek thought that Isaac had lost control and killed his father. After that was cleared up, Derek began to speak with him more about his new abilities as a wolf. A little while later, Isaac was introduced to Derek's mate, and a little boy he introduced as their son. Immediately, Isaac felt safe in their presence. Derek was intimidating, no doubt, but seeing him interact with his family softened his image a lot. And his mate, well she was beautiful, but she also felt like home. Isaac hadn't experienced a non-violent touch in years, so naturally getting a hug from her turned out to be very emotional for him, but she just hummed and pat his back, like his mom used to do when he was sick. Then she told him in as many words that they were family now, and he had no problem with that whatsoever. But then, she handed over her son and told him to watch over him while she and Derek talked. He was equal parts scared and happy. Happy that she trusted him with someone so precious, scared because he had no idea what to do with him. Turned out to be not that big of a deal since the kid didn't move other than to breathe. Heavy sleeper. When the couple came back, Isaac had resigned himself to go back and sleep in a house that was now empty, and held horrible memories for him. Until she told him that he was staying with them.
Because of Marcelle, Isaac's day was going well. He went to sleep for the first time in years feeling safe, warm, and maybe even loved. He woke up to a homemade breakfast served by an attentive mother/older sister figure who smiled at him and listened like what he had to say was important. And when he got to school and emptied his books into his locker, he saw that she had snuck a lunch bag into his backpack, and that just made the whole day better. But when the day was over, and he was in the locker room getting ready for practice, he overhead Scott telling Stiles that he smelled another wolf. Him. Scott then proceeded to narrow down who could be the new wolf by using his position as goalie to tackle everyone who went in for a shot. And everyone was lined up for a shot. Right after Scott found out it was him, Stiles' dad, the Sheriff, came to arrest him since he was a person of interest in his father's morbid death. To add insult to injury, tonight was a full moon, and there was no way he was getting out of there legally. The day had started out so promising.
"What are you gonna do?" Asked Stiles. "Just go in there and punch her in the face? Is that your method of distraction?"
"No I will not punch her in the face," Derek growled at him, I could hear the frowning, "I know how to distract her."
"Yeah right." Said Stiles.
"No, it's true." I said into the phone. I was waiting in my car behind Stiles' jeep. Derek rode with Stiles because his car was too conspicuous for driving around with a soon to be jail breaker. I was there to transport Isaac, and as another distraction method. I was an unknown factor, no one would suspect me of anything. Caleb was behind me in his booster seat, playing quietly with his LeapFrog. Seriously, he was the best kid ever. "Derek is very adept at using flirtation as a distraction technique. He does it all the time with me."
"Oh, you sly dog you." Said Stiles. There was a loud thumping sound. "Ow!"
"Shut up. Okay, here's the plan. I distract the woman at the front desk. Stiles sneaks in, grabs the keys to the cell, frees Isaac. Marcelle, you get Isaac out of here." Said Derek.
"Aye aye Captain." I said as he exited the car.
I waited for a while in the darkened car, this plan was taking longer than I assumed, but I didn't feel like they needed me, so I stayed in position. I tried to do some dialog with Caleb, but he was way too interested in trying to get Diego to save an endangered animal by counting to ten. I let him be. Finally, Derek came out dragging Isaac with him.
"Take him to the apartment, I'll be by later to take him to get chained. Can you keep him calm?" Derek asked. I nodded, gesturing back at Caleb.
"I've been keeping him steady all night, it'll be no problem." Isaac got into the passenger seat, and I peeled away, but it was clear that he was shaken. "Wanna talk about it?" I offered.
"This isn't safe." He said, turning to me, eyes wide. "I lost all control in that cell, you could be in danger." He worried.
"Do you feel like you're out of control right now?" I asked.
"Well...no." He said.
"So there's no need to worry. If you stick around me on full moons, you'll be fine. Caleb's always with me and he's just peachy. Isn't that right little buddy?" I directed to Caleb. He gave us a grunt of affirmation.
"But, how?" He asked, confused.
"Well, just like you're special, I'm special too, just in a different way." I explained. "Just enjoy it for now. Since you're much older than Caleb and there are hunters in this area, Derek will train you to control yourself on full moons. I hear that it's not a fun experience," I could feel the corners of my lips pull down, "but I'm sure you'll do fine. But until he comes, we can chill, watch some of a movie. Whatever you want."
And that's how Derek found us. Caleb was snuggled on my lap, eyes glued to the TV. Isaac was attached to my side, sitting between myself and the arm of the couch. He wasn't so much watching the TV as he was listening to things I'm sure I couldn't hear outside. Before he left with Derek, I gave him a big hug and told him that he'd do fine tonight.
And everything did go fine. They returned late the next morning, making sure the moon had set before venturing back. The only problem was, Isaac was now a fugitive. It was fine, I didn't care that he was wanted by the police. I did care however, that he was not the murderer, and he shouldn't have been a suspect. Something needed to be done about that. Fast. But until then, Isaac stayed at home with Caleb and I. Since the teachers at the school had the foresight to include all homework assignments for the year on their syllabi, Isaac was able to keep up with his homework. I helped with the Chemistry, he was fine with everything else. As for the tests he could be missing, once this whole murdering thing got cleared up, I was positive that I could persuade his teachers to give him make up tests.
Okay, so I really like Peter. He's super creepy, crazy, and sassy, and I love it. So, even though he's a big flirt, killed Laura, haunted Lydia, and trapped Derek in order to come back from the dead, when he comes back, I think he and Pookie will have a weird friendship going on. Because if you haven't noticed, Pookie is kind of dark. I don't think Derek would EVER torture someone, whereas Pookie would, and happily. But don't worry, she still one of the good guys, always. Though she may get some 'play-time' in with Jackson for ignoring Isaac's pleas for help for like ever. Nothing too bad, but you can't honestly say he doesn't deserve it. And Pookie is a total mama lioness. Deal with it.
Also, if you haven't been keeping up with season 4 of TW, this may come as a surprise. I know it sure as hell surprised me when I read it, but, what? KATE FUCKING ARGENT is alive, and a were-jaguar? Bitch please. Don't worry ya'll, she's dead in my world, Pookie made sure of that.