A second chance
Chapter 4 –The evil has a surname
She was late. And to make things better, she was super distracted. She just couldn't stop thinking about Derek and check his photo in her cellphone from time to time.
"You'll be late for class, dear", Chris warned, making her drop the phone in shock.
"If you scare me to death, I'm going to be more than late", she said with a hand in her chest. Then she went back to get ready.
He grabbed her cellphone and was surprised when he saw a picture of Isaac and a sleeping child. He couldn't believe the audacity of those animals in turn innocent children.
"Are they turning kids now, Allison? When were you going to tell me that?" he asked exasperated, showing the cell with the picture to his daughter.
He saw red when his daughter, instead of answering, just started to laugh. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down before he'd beat his daughter.
She approached him and said he got it all wrong.
"I would even say the pack shrank", she said smiling at her father, who seemed confused, " literally", she laughed, "This boy in the photo is Derek", she explained, picking up the phone, "Can you see?" she showed the next photo, with close of Derek's face.
He took the phone and looked at the photo. It really was Derek Hale.
"From what Isaac said they had a problem with a fairy and the next day Derek woke up like this", she explained, seeing the curious expression of his father.
"What about these photos?" He asked by returning the cell to his daughter.
"You will think me crazy if I tell you that he reminded me of someone but I'm not sure who and that's why I took the pictures?"
"Of course not", he said smiling, "You were always very insightful", he commented making her look at him unease.
"I have to go. See you later, dad", she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.
A few hours later, they are all sitting in their usual table.
"I don't believe he gave you the car's key and not me", complained Stiles, "You don't even have a license to drive", he muttered, opening the bottle of water with some violence.
"You wouldn't know how to drive a Camaro, Stilinski. It's requires style and a fine taste, and you have neither", Jackson provoked and Lydia nodded smiling. Isaac laughed.
"Can you all shut up?" Scott asked grumpy.
"Did you sleep with your butt uncovered, McCall?" Jackson said, laughing, "Never mind, I prefer not to know", he said grimacing.
"I'm here! Sorry for the delay, love", Allison said, giving a kiss on Scott's cheek, "Hi", she greeted the others, who waved back.
Seeing that Scott had shrunk even with the voice of Allison, Isaac couldn't help bragging.
"Wow, I'm so sorry that you slept badly. I slept like an angel", he said to Scott, with a huge smile.
"Who can sleep well with someone typing all night?" Scott complained, glaring at Stiles that replied that he slept there because he wanted to, since he could have gone home.
"So, did he use his pajamas?" Lydia asked, leaning on the table, in Isaac's direction. He smiled and showed her a picture on his phone.
Jackson, not liking to feel off-topic, grabbed Isaac's cellphone and saw the photo. Derek was wearing a yellow gold plush pajama with bunny ears and a tail in the form of lightning. Allison was practically hanging on his shoulder to get to see too.
"That, strange as it seems, is one of the most ridiculous and cutest things I've ever seen in my life", Jackson commented returning the phone to Isaac.
Scott and Stiles were still discussing their nightly activities, while the others talked amongst themselves.
"If you must know, I was researching some things I heard when I got downstairs at dawn", Stiles said.
"Oh. Did they have already decided to send him to a psychiatrist?" Lydia asked, intruding on the discussion of the two.
Stiles was surprised. He didn't think any of them had noticed something wrong with Derek. But of course, if anyone would notice that someone would be Lydia Martin.
"Agreed that would be a good idea, but the problem would be to find someone who didn't realize the differences in times, as would be repressed memories of a bygone era, but that it would be far future now".
Lydia nodded, agreeing with his logic piously. The others looked strange, as if doubting his mental health.
"Are you retarded? This makes no sense", Jackson voiced the thoughts of the majority.
"Confess. You're only with him because he makes you feel smarter", Stiles said to Lydia, who replied that Jackson is at least cute, "Look, anyway, Peter is going to take care of him, ok? He said he's a psychologist", he explained.
"But he's crazy and tried to kill us", Scott argued.
"So? You also tried to kill me", Stiles said getting angry, "And him", he pointed to Isaac, "And surely him", he said pointing to Jackson; "Can you see a pattern here? Peter, unlike you, has never tried to kill me directly. And when he had the chance he sent me away and only bothered to bend the keys of my Jeep. Which makes me even more pissed that he gave the keys of the Camaro to him", he mumbled, and then bit into an apple.
"I thought psychologists couldn't have patients close to them", said Lydia, interested.
"He is totally unstable", Scott said very upset.
"Maybe what they say about every psychologist needs a psychologist or he gets mad it's true", Stiles said, with his mouth full.
"I don't think he's crazy. He seemed very well", Lydia defended him.
"And how can you be sure?" - Allison frowned, staring at her friend.
"The way he was calm and careful with Derek and Isaac reminded me of him with seventeen", thought Lydia, "Just a guess", she said out loud. Jackson, Scott and Isaac looked at her. Apparently they realized her lie.
"What I don't understand is why this need for psychological or psychiatric support", commented Jackson, "All this for the attack of the Fairy?"
"Of course not", Stiles denied, "Apparently, a person approached Derek when he was younger, and the two had a not very healthy involvement, and it ended up leaving Derek kind of traumatized and this became more evident now that he shrank", he explained and went back to eating his apple.
Everyone at the table seemed a little nauseated. Isaac was even a little pale. Scott, however, still seemed confused.
"Isaac's dad also had several inappropriate attitudes to him, and no one sent him to a psychologist", Scott said, confused.
Isaac was paler than before. Jackson leans on the table and gives a violent slap on the behind Scott's head.
"Wake up, McCall. He is not saying that someone used the boy to clean the floor; he said that someone had molested the boy", Jackson explained. Scott was horrified by the explanation.
"Confess. You're only friends with him because he makes you feel smarter", Lydia commented with Stiles.
"Now it makes sense how he reacted to Erica's attacks", Isaac said, calling attention to him, "She was always throwing herself at him. She was very aggressive. But he never reciprocated anything. At last, shortly before our first full moon, he was really harsh and clear when he said he didn't want that kind of attitude with him", he told.
"It had to be that bitch", commented Lydia and Allison could not help but agree.
Stiles grew angry after hearing what Isaac said, but didn't know why. After all, Derek wasn't even his friend. At most he was someone who loved bulling him.
All have been somewhat silent and turned their attention to the terrible cafeteria food. Allison played with his food, looking deep in thought.
"Does anyone know Derek actual age?" Allison asked nonchalantly. Lydia looked at her from the corner of her eye.
"He's going to be twenty-three years in July", Isaac replied.
She removed the plate and looked into the Stiles' eyes.
"It was Kate who did this to him, was it not? My Aunt Kate?" she asked with a timid voice.
Stiles, for a moment, thought of denying and lying. But his disgust regarding Kate Argent was so great that he thought more than fair that his niece knew she committed the atrocities.
"Bingo! How did you know?" he asked, throwing the rest of his apple on the plate.
"Son of a bitch", Allison swore, her eyes filling with tears.
She then told how her aunt was pejoratively referring to Derek at the time she kidnapped and tortured him to tell the identity of the other beta. How she made rude comments about sex implying that were a story between them and how she referred to him as a simple object.
"No wonder he hates me, I look a lot like her", she said sniffling, "Excuse me", she said before leaving hastily. All are penalized at how Allison was feeling bad but couldn't disagree that that was probably the reason Derek react so badly to her.
Scott was getting up to go after his girlfriend, but Lydia stopped him, saying she would go instead.
He couldn't stay all day at home. John had asked that he avoided going out, but he was bored. He had gone to pick up some belongings in the abandoned warehouse, before some nosy hunter discovered their old place and destroyed everything.
Now that his notebook was safe, and consequently all the information he could muster after came out of the coma, along with a few photos scanned, he was clearly relieved.
But he still wanted to wander. Derek was too small to spend all day holed up inside a house.
He decided to pick up the keys of Stiles' Jeep, since the boys had taken Derek's Camaro to go to school, and go to the supermarket to replenish the Sheriff's pantry, because shelter three werewolves would hurt the pocket anyone. And the last thing he wanted was abuse their hospitality. John had so far done nothing but to help, so it was the least he could do.
"I don't want to go", Derek said, tapping his foot.
"Don't be silly, it's a beautiful day outside and we won't go walking. You won't even get tired", Peter argued, already near the door.
"You don't have a car", the boy replied, sitting on the couch, "And you lent mine to Isaac".
"First, you no longer have a car. Five year old kids don't need cars. Therefore, until further notice that car is Isaac's. Second, I borrowed Stiles' car", Peter said, showing the keys.
"But there are people out there", he complained, crossing his arms, "I don't like people".
"And there also have a lot of candy, sweets and chocolates too. And I really need something that ruin my teeth, puppy", he confessed in a low voice, "So ignore the people and focus on the good things of life".
"But I don't want candy, I want broccoli", Derek grumbled.
"Whatever! Can we now can go before they get back from school?" Peter asked, opening the door for Derek to pass.
"You don't want him to find out you took his car, right?" the boy laughed when Peter didn't answer and looked away, "Can I jump in the sits?" Peter shrugged.
It didn't take long to fill the basket resetting everything consumed on the previous day and then some. Peter had more trouble dragging the boy through the hallways than with purchases. Apparently, supermarket during the week was the meeting point of married women.
He so far found a school friend of his sister Thalia, Derek's mother, and two friends who studied with him at High School. And all were immensely happy to see him well without visible scars 'Look how plastic surgery is advanced today ', single and with a small and beautiful son. Derek, who no longer wanted to be there, muttering softly saying he would bite the next one who pinched his cheeks.
He gave an excuse and managed to lose his old friends, saying he had promised a lot of candy to the boy and walked away quickly with Derek.
The scene was quite comical as they were both werewolves walking hunched, trying to go unnoticed in the corridors not to attract any more old friends.
"Finally the candy corridor", Peter said to Derek, who seemed tired and looked on scowling at the beginning of the corridor.
When Peter noticed that Derek was scowling at some point, he looked in the same direction and saw that they had returned along with two other friends.
"Don't they get tired? Come on. We go there; take the chocolates that are closer and snuck out. They won't see us. We'll get the candy in another day", Peter informed the plan, "Do you understand?" he asked Derek. And when he didn't respond, he looked in his direction. Derek was gone.
A horrible feeling spread down his chest. He felt paralyzed. His mind, usually so quick, couldn't register the boy was gone in a flash. He began to breathe hard, felt his hand sweaty and his heart was pounding too fast.
Derek was gone. And he had no idea what could have happened. Without thinking twice, he abandoned the shopping cart, running through the halls looking for his nephew.
Moved in and out of the aisles in a blistering speed.
"Derek!" he called, "Derek!" he said going to the other hallway and being stopped by three security guards.
"Is not allowed to run through the halls, sir", said one of the guards.
"My nephew disappeared", he explained.
"We can announce on the speaker, sir. How is he dressed?" asked another.
"Hmm ... jeans, green shirt with a symbol of a superhero. He is five years old, dark hair, blue eyes and his name is Derek and my name is Peter", he described for the security, which passed the information on the radio to be disclosed by the speaker.
"You can come with us now", one of the security guards tried to guide Peter, holding his arm, "You can wait for him in the administration office".
Peter broke away without much kindness and run.
After checking a few more corridors, he saw Derek, who was standing near the horticultural, looking around in search of something.
He was relieved. Nothing had happened. He was there, no hunter or the sick person had kidnapped.
"Derek!" he called, causing the boy to turn at him.
That's when he saw who was kneeling in front of the boy talking. His blood ran cold. And he hurried to meet them.
"Found you", Peter said, trying to sound calm, pulling Derek to himself. He couldn't help noticing that the boy looked scared.
Chris stood up, closing the distance between him and Peter.
"You shouldn't leave a child that size alone out there", Chris said without a care in the world, "Someone could have kidnapped the boy today and you wouldn't even know", he completed with a small smile.
Peter noticed that some people had stopped to watch the interaction of the two.
"I wouldn't be surprised. After all, whenever a tragedy happens to someone in my family, the Argents are always present", Peter replied.
Chris could have sworn that Peter's eyes flashed bright red quickly. But they returned to their normal blue so fast that he was in doubt. He saw the werewolf turn to go hand in hand with the child. In the middle of the hallway, they stopped.
"Stay away from my son, Argent", Peter said in a high tone, so Chris and all around could hear. Then he turned toward the abandoned shopping cart. He didn't realize Derek smiled when he called him son.
End of Chapter 4
