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Vivian's POV
"Bring him inside and set him on the table," Deaton instructed as we all climbed out of the car.
We had driven all the way back from Mexico and Derek was unconscious the whole way. I kept a hold on his hand the whole time and refused to leave him alone when the others made a stop. I hadn't slept, ate, or drank much. A teenager? How could he be a teenager? And if Araya and her group of hunters hadn't taken Derek in the first place, who had?
Scott and Stiles carried Derek inside the clinic and set him on the table as Deaton had told them to do. Kira, Lydia, and I all went in. Lydia and I stood on opposite sides of the table, holding his hands. "You're smothering him," Stiles quipped and I shot him a death glare. This was definitely no time for joking and he knew that. He raised his hands in the air in defense as I looked back down at Derek.
Deaton checked his vitals and made sure there wasn't any sort of wolf's bane in his system. When he was done he stood back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nothing seems to be wrong with him except for the fact that he's well… a teenager," he said finally and looked at Scott and me particularly. "I think that he should stay here over night and I'll keep an eye on him. You all should get home. You have school tomorrow don't you?"
"Yeah…" Scott muttered.
I squeezed Derek's hand and shook my head. Lydia and I looked at each other and we both had the same idea. "We'll stay here. My grades are fine and… well, Vivian is his girlfriend. She should be here in case anything happens," Lydia explained to Deaton.
"I'll stay too…" Stiles muttered and stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at Derek.
"Stiles…" Scott muttered and walked over to his best friend. "Come on, let's just get home."
"But… What about them?" Stiles asked and gestured to Lydia, Derek, and me.
"I'm sure they'll be fine. They're in good hands here," Scott said honestly. "Come on Kira, you can come with us."
Kira walked to Scott's side and took his hand gently. The three left. "Thank you," I muttered to Lydia.
"No problem," Lydia said back and sighed softly. My eyelids fluttered lightly as I got a bit light headed. Lydia looked at me and slowly let go of Derek's hand. She walked over and pulled me over to a pair of chairs that were in the back of the room. She made me sit down and walked in the lobby, grabbing waters and bags of chips from the vending machine and walking back. She handed the water to me and opened the bag of chips, setting them in my lap. "You need to take care of yourself too, Viv," she said seriously. "When was the last time that you ate or drank anything?" She asked.
"A good meal? Saturday probably. We had been living on snacks for the most part on the trip and I didn't eat anything on the way here," I explained to her and took a long drink of water and then shoved some chips in my mouth. "I wasn't thinking much was I?"
"Apparently not," she said rolled her eyes with a small smile.
I smiled back at her as she sat in the chair next to mine, munching on her bag of chips. I gazed at Derek and took in how he used to look. He had an innocent looking face that was clean shaven instead of his normal scruffy stubble that I had grown to adore. His eyebrows were knitted together like they usually were, his breathing shallow, and his eyes were closed gently. He looked peaceful enough but stressed as well.
It had been hours that Lydia and I had been sitting in the small room. Lydia was falling asleep and I was fighting hard to keep my eyes open. Deaton walked in then and started checking on Derek. I sat up some and stretched out a bit. "How is he?" I asked softly and leaned on my hand. Lydia woke up some too and looked from me to Deaton and yawned widely.
"His heart rate is really high at the moment…" He muttered and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. I sat up a bit straighter and he grabbed a scalpel and cut into his upper arm. It healed quicker than it usually would and Deaton furrowed his eyebrows more. "That's… strange…"
"What?" I questioned worriedly.
"Is there a syringe over there?" I stood and looked on top of the cabinet. As I did, I heard a gasp and looked at Derek whose eyes had flown open, shining a bright blue.
He stood quickly and whipped out his claws, looking around the room at all of us. "Derek?" I asked and took a step towards him, but he let out a growl. I stepped back then and swallowed thickly. He didn't seem to recognize any of us. He looked scared and confused. "Derek… it's-it's me, Vivian…" I said trying to coax him into calming down. He gasped again and turned around quickly, growling loudly at Deaton who was blocking the door and scratched him in the arm. Deaton fell back and Derek ran out the door. "Derek!" I shouted and ran after him but he was already gone. I bit roughly on my lip walking back into the room and looking down at Deaton. "Oh my God, are you okay? Your arm!" I knelt down next to Lydia as she looked at her arm.
"I'm fine. Where did Derek go?" He asked softly. He cringed lightly as Lydia placed his arm across his lap and went to look for things to dress his wound.
"He got away…" I whispered and sighed softly, biting down on my lip lightly.
Deaton sighed heavily and looked down, shaking his head gently. "Call Stiles or Scott. They need to get here fast," he said.
I nodded my head and dialed Scott's number first. I waited for him to pick up, but the phone went to voicemail after two rings. It dawned on me that they were in school and wouldn't be able to answer their phones, so I texted Stiles since he was the first person on my list. I waited for ten minutes, but he didn't respond either. What class was he in that he wasn't responding to a text? "They must be in Mr. Yukimura's class. It's about that time and I have class with them," Lydia said walking in with rubbing alcohol and gauze.
"I have his number," Deaton said as he carefully reached into his back pocket. "Text him and just tell Scott to call you or Lydia."
I nodded and did so before kneeling by Lydia. "Do you need help?" I offered as she poured alcohol into his wound.
Lydia pursed her lips as Deaton hissed. "Yeah, unravel the gauze and cut about two feet of it," she told me. I nodded and did as she said before handing the gauze to her. She began wrapping it around Deaton's arm to cover his wound.
When she was almost done, Scott and Stiles walked in and took in the scene in front of them. "He got away, didn't he?" Scott said and looked straight at Deaton.
He nodded slowly and Lydia let his arm go. He thanked her and then looked up at Scott. "Yes, he did." Scott groaned, but Deaton held up a hand and continued, "I think I know where he might have run off to though. Just think, if you were a boy and scared out of your mind, turning up in a place like this with strange people and you got away, where is the first place that you would run to?"
"The Hale House…" Stiles said and looked to Deaton.
"Yes, he ran home," Deaton said.
"We've got to get to him before he gets there and sees everything for himself. He shouldn't have to find out his family is dead that way," Scott said.
"Should we even tell him that his family is dead?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, Scott, it might be better for everyone, especially Derek, if he stayed in the dark about his family for a bit," Lydia told him.
"We can't just lie to him. I mean, it's Derek," Scott continued as his eyebrows knitted together.
I looked back and forth between them. "Well, he's probably already at the house so we won't need to tell him!" I burst out.
"Right, let's get there and—" Stiles began, but his phone started to ring. "Hello?" He answered and nodded his head. "Yeah, sure, we'll be there in a minute." He hung up and pursed his lips as he looked at us. "Well, we don't have to go to the Hale House. He lashed out at a cop while he was there."
"Great…" Scott muttered and walked out the door. Lydia, Stiles, and I followed him. Lydia and I got in the car with Stiles as Scott climbed on his dirt bike. We drove to the Sheriff station and once we were there, we all climbed out and walked inside.
Sheriff Stilinski was standing over Derek with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked over at us and raised an eyebrow. He walked over to us and sighed heavily. "First of all no more skipping school after today, and second, this kid is claiming that he's Derek Hale and that's all his finger print is showing us. Care to explain what's going on?" He asked.
Stiles looked around and grabbed his dad's arm, dragging him into their office. We all followed him in and I closed the door behind me, locking it. "So, that's Derek," Stiles began and he was about to say something else, but the Sheriff shook his head and held up a hand.
"How is that Derek? He's a sixteen year old kid," he said confused.
"That's the thing, we don't know. We went to Mexico to save him and this is how we found him," Stiles explained and we all looked at him with wide eyes.
"Mexico? I thought that you said you were going camping!" He exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah… camping in Mexico… I may have left that detail out…" Stiles muttered and looked up.
Sheriff sighed and shook his head. "So, what now?" He asked. "We have a kid version of Derek Hale asking for his family who is all dead…"
"Yeah, we're not telling them that," Stiles continued.
"We haven't decided on that," Scott interrupted and looked to Stiles.
"It's the best thing, Scott," Stiles told him and looked to him before looking back at his dad. "We're going to take him back to Scott's house until we figure things out."
"We haven't discussed that either…" Scott muttered and Stiles looked at his friend with a shrug before once again looking back to his dad. "Just let him go, okay? We'll take care of him and make sure that he stays out of trouble."
"Yeah, but you can't seem to stay out of trouble yourself," Sheriff mumbled and shook his head gently with a sigh. "Okay. Go ahead and take him."
Scott and Stiles walked out with the Sheriff and Derek stood and tried to run off immediately. Scott grabbed his arm and I rushed out. He looked terrified. His eyes were wide and he pushed against Scott to let him go. "I'm not going anywhere with you guys. Where is my family? What happened?" He questioned.
Scott pursed his lips as he looked at Derek. "Your family is fine…" He muttered. "You uh, must have hit your head and forgot what happened. We're going to help you find your family."
"Oh yeah? And why should I trust you?" Derek questioned and pushed away from Scott finally as he glared up at him.
Scott looked around the room to make sure that everyone was focused on their work. He looked down and then looked back up at Derek with his eyes glowing red. Derek's shoulders relaxed and he opened his mouth some in disbelief. "You're an Alpha?" He whispered and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yes and we're going to keep you safe and help you find your family," He said softly, not bringing up the truth.
Derek swallowed lightly and nodded his head before looking down a bit. "Okay…" He muttered.
"Stiles here is going to take you back to my house. You can stay there until we figure a few things out," he said.
Derek nodded and looked down again before looking back up at Scott. "What happened to my house though? When I went there, all that was there was the concrete of the foundation. Does it have something to do with my family being missing?" He asked.
Scott took a deep breath. "It had caught on fire. Like I said, you probably hit your head and forgot some things," he said.
Derek nodded again and rubbed the back of his head before pursing his lips. "I guess…"
"Come on, Derek. Let's get you to Scott's house," he said.
"I'm coming too," I said and stood beside Stiles.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back to Lydia's?" He asked. "Do you really think that it's a good idea for you to come with us?"
I pursed my lips and glared at him. "Yes, I'm absolutely sure," I said and narrowed my eyes some.
Stiles sighed heavily and nodded. "Okay, let's go then."
The three of us walked out and it was taking everything in my power not to give Derek a big hug. Even as a sixteen year old he still seemed like the same Derek that I knew. He still held that same pain and almost darkness about him. Derek glanced over his shoulder at me and his eyebrows knitted together. I looked down before we reached the Jeep and climbed inside. I sat in the passenger's seat as Stiles took the wheel and Derek sat quietly in the back. He looked down at his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees. He looked deep in thought. "Y-You okay?" I questioned softly.
Derek looked up at me. "Not really, considering my family is missing, my house is burned down, and I can't remember how anything happened," he stated sternly.
I sunk down in my seat and looked down at my hands some. Stiles placed a hand on mine as he backed out of his parking space. I flinched a bit since Derek was in the back seat, but relaxed because he didn't remember anything, meaning there wouldn't be a fight unless he remembered this later on. I accepted Stiles' comfort and faced forward in the car. I swallowed thickly as I leaned on his arm. We got to Scott's house and his mom wasn't home. She had apparently been working more shifts at the hospital. Scott was worried because they were low on money. We got out of the car and they walked up to the house. Stiles grabbed the extra house key and opened the door to find Mr. McCall standing there with two bags. He turned and looked at us and Stiles tried to step in front of Derek who gave him a weird look and stepped back into the open. Stiles sighed heavily before smiling some at Scott's dad. "Hi, Mr. McCall," he said.
"Hi Stiles, Vivian. How are you two doing?" He asked and then looked to Derek a bit confused. "Whose this?"
"Um… Uh, my-my cousin. Yeah, he's uh, he's visiting from out of town and he is… yeah. He's good. Right cuz?" Stiles asked and patted Derek on the back.
Derek flinched and looked even more confusedly at Stiles before looking back to Mr. McCall. "Uh, yeah…" Derek muttered and gave an awkward smile.
I waved some to Mr. McCall before Stiles started to speak again, "We are just going to go upstairs to Scott's room and wait for him there."
"Are you sure? I bought some take out for dinner tonight. Scott was supposed to be home, but if you want some there's definitely enough for all of us," he said.
Derek stepped forward. "I'll take some," he said.
"No, we need to go wait upstairs. Scott's expecting us to be upstairs," Stiles spoke the last sentence to him as if he were talking to a five year old.
"Well, I'm hungry," Derek said and shrugged before walking over to the table and sitting down.
Stiles looked back at me and I shrugged a bit before following Derek to the table and sitting. Stiles huffed and finally sat with us.
Dinner was nice until Derek decided to ask questions. He asked what Mr. McCall did for a living. When he found out he was an FBI agent, his eyes lit up and he looked back at me and Stiles before looking at Mr. McCall again. He asked about his family and when he heard the truth, he couldn't take it. He threw down his fork and stormed up the stairs. Stiles and I looked at each other and quickly excused ourselves before running up the stairs after him. He was in Scott's room and was pacing back and forth when we saw him. He looked to Stiles a grabbed him, jerking him into the room and then pushing him roughly into the wall. "You lied to me!" He shouted.
"Derek, we did this just to protect you some," he said with wide eyes.
"Where's the Alpha? Where's Scott? I want to talk to him and I'll only talk to him," he said sternly.
Stiles pushed away from him and widened his eyes. "Okay, okay. I'll go get him. Viv, will you stay here? Make sure that he stays put?" He asked.
"I can take care of myself," Derek said and turned away from him.
"That's fine," I mumbled and looked at the two of them before sitting on Scott's bed. Derek just looked at me and shook his head before Stiles left. He was still pacing the room and I just looked up at him. "You know he's not going to be back right away. You should get comfortable…"
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes. "Who are you anyways? And that other guy? Neither of you are werewolves," he said as he stood in the middle of the room.
"I'm a hunter actually and Stiles is… a problem solver. Almost like a detective," I said and shrugged.
"You're a hunter?" He questioned seeming suddenly intrigued. "Do you know Kate? Kate Argent?"
I raised my eyebrows and was about to tell him she was dead, but he was still living in the past. "Um, I know the Argents, yes, but I haven't had the chance to meet Kate…" Nor would I want to considering what she did to his family.
"Well, consider this your introduction, hun," a voice said from behind me. I whipped around a woman with blond hair and a malicious smile on her face was looking through the window. "You must be that Vivian girl I've heard about. You were running around with the Alpha pack and now you're a hunter…"
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing?" I said.
"Kate?" Derek asked and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Hi, Derek. It's been a while hasn't it?" She said and climbed through the window.
"Wait… Kate Argent? What are you… How…" I muttered trying to wrap my head around the fact that she was here and alive.
"Funny things happen when an Alpha scratches you, Vivian," she said and walked over to Derek.
"Get away from him!" I demanded.
Derek was looking at me confused and Kate laughed half-heartedly. "What are you going to do? You don't have any weapons on you," she muttered.
I whipped a knife out from my jeans and smirked a bit at her. "I never go anywhere without something," I said.
All she did was laugh again. "What's that going to do?" She looked at Derek and smiled. "Listen, Derek, I need your help with something okay?"
I pursed my lips together and narrowed my eyes at her. "Derek, don't listen to her," I said and took a step forward.
"But, she's trustworthy, Vivian," He said innocently. "Why shouldn't I listen to her when I don't even know you?"
I pursed my lips again and clutched the knife tighter as I saw Kate's stupid smile again. "Trust me, Derek, she's not as trustworthy as you remember…" I muttered and glared at her.
"Okay, I'm done with you…" She huffed and rushed over at inhuman speed before shoving me roughly into the wall. I hit my head against a shelf and fell limp to the floor with a groan. My vision grew dark and I saw Kate escape with Derek through the window.
There was a comfortable surface underneath me and small murmurs. I opened my eyes slowly and the light hurt them as it made the back of my head pound. My vision was slightly blurred and I looked around when I started to recognize the faces around me. "Viv?" Derek's voice was the first one I heard, but I heard other people asking if I was okay and if I could hear them.
I sat up slowly and rubbed the back of my head. "What… happened?" I asked and looked around. My eyes landed on Kira and Scott. They had cuts on their face that were beginning to heal. When I looked at Stiles he was looking at me with a very worried gaze set on me.
"You were knocked out… Kate's back. Kate Argent. Somehow she survived Peter killing her…" Scott explained. He sounded slightly muffled as I was still trying to get back into reality.
"What happened while I was out?" I asked and I really looked at Derek and gasped. "You're back to… well, you!"
He smiled softly and nodded some. "Yeah," he said and rubbed my knee gently. I leaned on him and smiled wide.
"So, fill me in, though…" I told them and looked at all of the others.
"Well, Kate's back and she was looking for something that would help her control herself. Apparently the scratch turned her into some creature and… we're not really sure what she is, but she's fast, strong, and more dangerous than before. We had to fight things… Peter called them Berserkers. Um… we were in my family's vault under the school and… everything was a heist. Some guy got in and stole money… A lot of money…" Derek said.
"How much?" I questioned and furrowed my eyebrows.
Derek was quiet and sighed. "$117 million dollars in bearer bonds…"
"Holy shit! Who took it?" I asked and looked up at him.
"We don't know. Peter didn't see…" He muttered and shook his head.
I shook my head. "That's… scary…" He nodded as I looked around at the others.
I talked to Lydia and told her that I was going to stay with Derek for that night. I'd feel safer with him there. It was a restless, sleepless night for the both of us, nonetheless.
So... yeah, I decided to go pass the whole fighting scene with all the Berserkers and just have them explain what happened. That okay? Thank you so so much for reading, lovelies. The chapters are coming out really long just to get pass certain things to get to the brunt of the season. Hope you're liking it so far!
xxKellyn