Chapter 6

"Okay, is anyone else starting to feel like their muscles are too tight?" Dean complained, walking around the common room we were stuck in. Again. I rolled my eyes, this was the eighth time he had made a comment about how much space he was lacking in the past fifteen minutes. The only reason he said anything was because McHale just happened to be in the room. I glanced up from my book at the doctor. He heard what Dean had said but when we made eye contact, his head went back down to that stupid clipboard he always carried with him.

After giving instructions to the guards, McHale left the room. Seeing as his reason to complain left, Dean dropped beside me on the couch.

"Hey Cameron."

"What, Miles?" I sighed. Andy and Hayley let out "ooohhh"s and I could see from just above my book, Dean looked offended.
"Miles? Well you haven't called me Miles since we would fight when we were-"

"Okay! So, who wants to help me with this damn puzzle?" Hayley interrupted loudly. We both know what Dean was going to say and she did not want to see what would happen if our relationship got brought up. It had been a messy breakup to say the least and I was still not over it. I mean, I had been the one to end it but still. I got up from the couch.

"I will," I put my hair up into a bun.

About twenty minutes later, Dr. McHale re-entered the room, along with Ford. I just glanced at the men and went back to the puzzle. We'd been here for four days and I planned to give these men as little of my attention as possible. When I did though, I was determined a model human being. Ford's words to me from very early this morning rang through my head.

"Dean, can I speak with you for a moment?" Ford asked from the far end of the room. Andy and Dean made eye contact. Hayley and I both watched Dean shrug and walk over to the older men. The guards of our room seemed to position themselves as to block us from hearing the conversation. Maybe Hayley and Andy weren't able to hear all of it but I was. Ford and McHale were offering Dean some time outside since they had "heard his stressing words of discomfort". When Dean answered them, his voice was at full volume.

"Well I can't go release all this tension by myself. I'm going to need someone to come with me."

Someone who didn't know him would think Dean didn't understand social cues, such as keeping his voice down in a private conversation. But Dean knew exactly what he was doing. His parents were human and not supportive people when it came to the fact he was a werewolf. Often, they wanted him to hide it as much as possible, including when it was time for him to Change so he had to learn how manipulate situations to get his way. Once we had started dating, my dad had let him stay with us at least once a week so he could keep up a regular schedule to Change and more often than not, Dean spent most nights in our spare bedroom as well.

"Fine. I would assume Ms. Caine would like to release some built-up tension from the consistent indoors as well."

My eyes were back down on the puzzle, pretending that I wasn't eavesdropping.

"Who?" Hayley asked, confused. I looked up, stopping McHale from talking.

"Yeah I'll go. Just hurry up, I want to finish this puzzle."

As Dean and I were escorted from the room by another set of guards who had been waiting outside, I heard Hayley's voice say, "Why did he call her Ms. Caine?"

Dean and I walked in silence with the multiple guards. Dean had sweat pants on and a t-shirt, very similar to my own. I let out a huff of laughter.

"What?" Dean asked, a smirk going across his face. After momentary eye contact, I answered.

"I thought that we look like we should be in prison but then I remembered, we already are."

Dean didn't respond to me. I stole a glance at him, his face was unimpressed but his eyes were lit up. He wasn't going to laugh at my joke because I had called him Miles earlier.

We were led outside for the first time since getting brought here. I wasn't mentally prepared for it. My muscles tensed, first instincts were to run. Dean and I could take the two guards who were with us and no one could stop us. I knew we could to do it too. It was simple.

But then I remembered the two friends we had inside. Two friends who couldn't get themselves out of there.

"You two are free to roam in this area. Try anything and we'll tranquilize you," one guard explained.

"Yes sir," Dean said but his voice was off. I could tell his mind was thinking of how to escape. We were werewolves, it was in our instincts. He didn't care about taking down, possibly killing the guards. I could see the animalistic tendencies appearing in his face. That was definitely not good.

"Lupin," I commented, putting my hand on his chest. Lupin was a nickname I had given him when we were dating, based off of Remus Lupin from Harry Potter. My nickname had been Tonks.

Dean's eyes flicked to mine. His pupils began to retract and his face smoothed out. He was calming down again. I slightly shook my head, twitching my eyes to the guards.

"Fine, let's go play basketball."

Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me towards to court.

"Hey muscle heads, where can I get a ball?" A ball appeared in his hands, as if by magic. Dean glanced at me and I smirked, "never mind."

The game went smoothly enough. 1-on-1 was something that Dean and I had always done to pass the time. I forced myself not to bring back any memories, which became easier as the game got more intense. I had been winning and Dean was a sore loser. There was no other way to explain it.

Dean was handling the ball, and he began to walk away from me.

"What's wrong, Miles? Can't handle losing?" I taunted him. He paused, then turned to me.

"Trust me Souza, you won't be winning much longer." I knew what he was doing. He was egging me forward, trying to create space between the net and myself. I crossed my arms.

"Miles, you don't know how to win. Remember that time we went for a run in the back forest then came across the rabbit? You couldn't keep up with my stellar hunting skills."

Dean stopped dribbling the ball and walked to me. We were chest to chest now, smug expressions on both our faces.

"You know I let you win that rabbit, Souza. I was being a gentleman."

I began to laugh, "gentleman my ass."

The next few seconds went by too fast but slowly as well. I reached for the basketball, expecting to steal it from him and get a basket. Predicting my actions, Dean threw the ball away. After this, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me before I had the chance to pull away. I gave him a moment in the kiss, recovering from my own shock. When he let go, I swung. Nothing too harsh, just a good slap across the face. Dean was completely shocked.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I shoved past him and went up to the guards. Both had looks of entertainment.

"What do you want?" both moved apart, letting me into the building.

ooo

I woke up with a jolt, the sound of pounding coming from my door. I began to get out from under my sheets when the door burst open, sending me back against my bed. Dr. McHale led the troupe of people barging into my room. He was followed by more guards and a destroyed Dean. Two guards flanked me, holding me to my place on the bed. McHale revealed a large knife that appeared to be meant for hacking apart meat. With a twisted smile, he slashed Dean once in the chest. I let out a blood curdling scream and McHale continued to throw the knife across his body. I fought against the men holding me down as the blood soaked through Dean's clothes. Soon enough, the guards released Dean's tattered body. He hit the ground with a thump. Once I realized he was dead, I let out one last scream.

I opened my eyes. It was just a nightmare. A terrifying nightmare. My entire body was shaking. I hadn't had a nightmare that bad since days before I broke up with Dean. Expecting to have torn the sheets off my bed, I sat up. I wasn't in my bed though. I was on the floor and my room was a disaster. My pillows were destroyed, chair thrown across the room, alarm clock broken into pieces and the desk was broken in half. But the armchair in the corner was still in its original position. Occupied.

Hayley sat, curled in a ball watching me. I stood up, my muscles aching from the active nightmare I had had.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked, plopping down on the bed.

"Just before your body stopped vaulting itself around the room. At that point, you began to Change. That's why your shirt is pretty much destroyed."

She was right. Tears went through my shirt. It was unfixable. I just shrugged, beginning to put my bed back to a usable position. From the diminishing light coming through the window, I knew it was starting to get late.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Since just after lunch. Dean came back in alone, pretty pissed at himself. From that nice bruise on his face, we could tell something had happened between you two."

I nodded, picking up the desk chair and put it where it was meant to be. Well sort of. The desk was damaged beyond repair.

"Cameron," I looked at her. Hayley's face was sunken. The worry was clear across her face.

"Hayls, it's fine. Go back to your room. I'm fine."

Hayley stood up, and grabbed my shoulder, agitated.

"Are you kidding me, Cameron? You're fine? How are you so calm over this? You don't just get thrown around a room from a nightmare where we are being held captive or have you forgotten that?"

"Hayley, calm down. I'm just going through some stuff with my powers." I told her, so calmingly that I almost sounded bored. Hayley looked like she wanted to hit me.

"Cameron! That is bullshit and you know it!" Hayley's eyes were filling with tears, "what is happening with you?"

I glanced down at her hands, which she was clasping together. There was smoke starting to seep from them. Carefully, I covered her hands with my own. Momentarily, I felt the burning pain but my body quickly absorbed it. The burns on my own hands would disappear within days.

"Hayley, you need to calm down. What I can tell you isn't life changing or anything. There is not one thing going on that I know about. Got it?"

Hayley nodded and the smoke quickly disappeared. We both sat on the edge of the bed.

"Since we got here, I haven't thought of how to escape. Not that I don't want to, it's just I don't know how to and get all four of us out safely. Ford keeps trying to ask me about my powers and how they affect my dad. I don't understand why it's so important to them. It would be easier to understand if my brother was here so they could compare us but he isn't."

"Caine," Hayley mumbled, "today, McHale called you Caine. Why?"

"I'm not sure. I can just assume it has something to do with my bloodline, I mean my dad was adopted. I don't know what his biological father's name was though. Other than that, there isn't anything else," I grabbed Hayley's hand, "it's not that I haven't told you anything. It's just that I don't know anything."

"I honestly thought you were just keeping it from me."

"No, I could never do that."

The two of us sat there with our hands together for a few minutes in silence. I looked at Hayley's face. Even in the dark, I could see a blue-ish tinge to her skin.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling alright?" I questioned her.

Hayley reluctantly shook her head, "I think they've been turning the air conditioning on at full volume while I sleep. Plus, I've been sleeping through the night."
That seems like something that was normal, but Hayley could never sleep through the night. She could never understand why but at midnight, each night, she would go get some food or even watch a tv show. I didn't respond for a minute.

"Tonight, see if your powers will work in your room after you've been in there for a while. Then check if your door is locked."

Hayley nodded her head.

ooo

Derek's POV

Three days. Nothing. Cameron has been missing for three days and we didn't have a single lead. The only thing that had been left behind was a deserted car and a concerned 17-year-old who had no clue where his twin sister and best friend were.

I left most of the kids in the backyard, keeping themselves distracted with a soccer ball. We had all gone to my father's safe house in the middle of nowhere. I had wanted to keep going up North, to Badger Lake where we had been heading but Chloe and Simon pointed out that we should be somewhat close to the city, along with where the kids had gotten picked up.

I opened the office door quietly, not to distract Chloe who stood over my desk, analyzing maps. My eldest son Spencer sat in the visitor's chair, his back to me.

"Hey dad," he said, not turning around. Chloe glanced up and smiled. I could see how worn out she was. My heart squeezed. I hated to see my wife so tired. I put my hand on Spencer's shoulder.

"Liz just told me that the Lyle House is empty. Well empty of everything supernatural. There's a normal family living there but no one who could take the kids," Chloe explained to me, crossing off a section of the map. The end of her words was cut off by a long yawn.

"Mum, when was the last time you slept?"

"I got a four-hour nap while your father was on the phone last night with your Uncle Ash."

Ashton was talking to some of our contacts in Toronto, seeing what they knew about what had become of the Edison Group since we had gone into hiding. If we couldn't find Cameron within the week, I was going to call the Pack and request a meeting. We were hoping it wouldn't come to that. I don't know if I could look Elena and Clay in the eyes and tell them I had lost my daughter.

"I'm going to go check in with Simon on their progress. Spencer?" I kissed my wife on the head, her hand patting my chest. I went to the bookshelf at the far end of my office, reached around and pressed the concealed button. The shelf moved, revealing a lit stairwell.

"Oh Derek?" I made a noise of acknowledgement, "I'm calling Andy's parents to see if they are willing to come up for a few days and give us some history notes of their family. See why they would take Andy. Mark and Jenna will be up tomorrow morning. They took some time off work," Chloe told me, sitting down in my chair. Her tiny frame looked comfy in the chair that was custom built to fit my form. Having Hayley's parents come up would be a relief for Chloe. Jenna and her had been close since they met.

"Anything from Dean's parents?" Spencer asked. Chloe just snorted and rolled her eyes. That gave him the answer he was assuming. Dean's asshat parents were humans, meaning that at some point in their son's early life they interacted with a werewolf and this werewolf, a mutt bit their son. I would probably feel a little more sympathy if they weren't such dicks about it and towards him.

The thick metal door was open, as it had been since we got here. My children, along with their four cousins had been sleeping in the safety bunker that was attached to the basement. The bunker was filled with weapons, both mundane and supernatural, directed to each of our immediate family's powers. There were spell books, work-out equipment, lighters, and even a few guns. When I say a few, I mean a lot. Stock piled over the years.

Surrounding the large, conference styled table were the rest of the adults in my family. My brother Simon, his wife Jane, father Kit, half- adopted sister (long story that gets boring very quickly) Tori, and her husband Richard were scanning thick books searching for a locator spell. Well, a new locator spell to be specific. I believe that they had already found three or four that didn't work. Why the spells weren't working? None of them could figure that out. Tori's youngest, Katerina was on going between her phone and a book. Not a spell book though, Tori wasn't in the mood for the error of her teenage daughter. Accidental error sure, but still an error.

We had considered calling in outside sources. There were a lot of people my dad knew and contacts that we had made over the years that would be willing to help us find the kids but the more people who knew about this, the more risk. We would only call them in if it was a last scenerio.

"What have you found?" I asked, coming into the space.

My father sighed, "Derek there isn't anything we haven't looked at before. Nothing new. I have a feeling wherever Cameron is being held, there is a very strong cover spell. Something that is keeping us out from getting to her."

I let out a gust of air and slammed my hands onto the table. My frustration was starting to hit a new high. I knew it was the Edison Group or some other strand of their twisted corporation that had my daughter. I realized that everyone in the room had stopped searching and were looking at me. A bit of blood rose to my cheeks and I cleared my throat.

"I'm going to go talk to Chloe. See if there's anything else she can do."

Knowing my family, they wished that there was something they could say to help. Even my sister, who would probably say something sarcastic about how Cameron probably ran away from my crazy.

Back in the office, Chloe was pacing in front of the window talking to someone on the phone. I sat in my desk chair, watching my wife.

"Yeah, I get it. I'll send you my rough drafts by the end of tomorrow," Chloe paused and smiled at me, "no we haven't heard anything from the police. Yeah, I'll let you know. Thanks, bye."

Chloe sighed and put her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.

"How are things downstairs?" she wondered, placing herself on my lap.

"Slow. I mean, it's all we can expect. We don't have any idea who took her, we can only assume Dylan was unconscious for about two hours before we found him. If Liz hasn't been able to track Cameron, why would a spell?"

"Because Liz is the ghost of a fourteen-year-old girl. She doesn't have the training abilities and the extra" Chloe did a grand hand gesture that was meant to cover for lack of words, "she can only do what we ask her to. We have five amazing people downstairs helping us look for our daughter."

"Yeah, I know," I mumbled. Chloe was scolding me because she could just assume that I had snapped at them. She wasn't completely wrong.

"We'll find her soon. Don't worry. She's strong, she gets that from her dad." Chloe smirked, kissing my forehead.

"No, she gets my stubbornness. She gets her strength from these guns," I picked up Chloe's thin arm. She snatched her arm away and smacked me.

"Oh, shut up," she suddenly went serious, "well in a way, we can assume why they took her."

My mind flashed back to almost 18 years ago, when Cameron had been kidnapped from her hospital room soon after being born.