Chapter Seven
Ask
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"If you spend your whole life waiting for the storm, you'll never enjoy the sunshine."
Morris West
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Derek lay in the back of Stiles' jeep while the Sheriff drove behind them with the pups.
He doubted that this would actually be the end to his running. He had pissed off Kate Argent, and he knew for a fact she would never give up looking for him. Not after what he took. Not after what he did.
Derek posed too big a threat to slip between the cracks.
He and Kate had history. She knew him better than anyone, she knew how he ticked, how he thought and planned, she'd seen all his cards before the game even started.
They were rivals turned friends at school, friends turned lovers in New York, lovers turned bitter enemies when the incident in DC took place. She chased him all the way across the country, from New York to Chicago to Dallas to Denver to San Diego to San Francisco to Beacon Hills.
Of course he never knew his Kate to be a quitter; she was strong, stubborn, and smart. Maybe this Kate Argent was the same as his Katie Plata, the woman he met and fell in love with. Or maybe it was all an act and everything about the Ms. Plata he gave flowers to was a lie; the post-it note love letters and the coffee breaks and the smiles and late night laughs. All a lie.
Maybe if he'd learn Spanish sooner maybe he could have avoided the whole thing, plata means silver after all.
He didn't know who he should be madder at - her or himself. Maybe both. But he loved her and she'd ripped his heart out, then tried to kill him.
And it fucking hurt. It hurt so bad it numbed his body. He wanted to cry but could never shed a tear.
Hell, he thought that woman was the one, he thought they would have the white picket fence dream, or whatever bullshit the media put out in their fairy tale love stories and romantic dramas.
Derek rolled on his side in Stiles' back seat. Rain started patting the windshield, and after 20 minutes of trying to pick up a conversation Stiles fell silent. Coldplay's Kingdom Come droned from the radio, and the water droplets pitter-pattered like restless fingers on a table.
He laid there for what could have been a minute or a year. Houses turned into stores, which changed to plains then morphed into trees.
Derek figured he should probably feel happy to be reunited with his family, he hadn't seen Cora and Peter in months, but in some way he felt as if he had disappointed them. He had become involved with a hunter, and it was because of that involvement that they weren't safe. He was the one who put the red flags up.
The jeep began to slow, then stop, and the rain was no longer hitting the windows in sheets."We're here." Stiles stated. It was the first thing Derek heard him say in God knows how long.
Stiles took his keys out of the ignition, grabbing a blue raincoat off the passenger seat, throwing it on, and hopping out of the beat up car.
Derek sat up, for the first time noticing how badly he needed a shower and a change of clothes. Slowly, with an achy body, he got out of the car. The sheriff motioned him to follow, and they entered the center warehouse. Derek didn't see where Stiles went.
Derek got about three feet inside before he was engulfed in a hug. It took less then a moment for him to realize it was Laura who hugged him, and for him to hug her back.
They stayed liked that for a moment, "I thought you were dead." Laura choked out before letting go. She stood there for a moment before slightly sidestepping to get out of Cora's way.
Cora threw her arms around his neck, and soon Laura and even Peter joined in again. The four didn't move for a while, and for the first time in forever, Derek's wolf wasn't trying to claw its way out.
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"This is where we're staying," Cora pulled open a large metal door to a decent size loft. The door led onto a platform which had a step down into what looked like a living room. The furniture was worn - two couches and a set of chairs centered around a beaten wicker coffee table under a sky light.
There was a huge window on the far wall and a door leading out to a balcony with a metal table. Crates could be seen stacked behind a hole in the right wall. On the other wall had a spiral staircase going upstairs.
"There's no kitchen," Derek pointed out.
"The only kitchen is in the center warehouse. All of us eat there."
"Great way of making friends. You should try it, Derek," Laura quipped. Derek rolled his eyes. "Peter went to get you some stuff, sheets and a toothbrush and whatnot," she continued, not really looking at her brother.
Just ask what you want to ask, Laura, Derek thought
"You should eat dinner with us. It'd be fun," Cora suggested.
"He's probably tired, Cora," Laura sighed.
"Bu-"
"Cora." Laura cut her off and the younger sister fell silent.
Cora looked down, her dark hair falling in front of her face, "I'm going down to help set up for dinner," She stole another look at Derek, then left in a hurry.
"The bedrooms are upstairs. Yours is the first door to the left. Peter will be up in a few moments." Then she left, too.
Just ask why I did it, Laura, just ask where the files are.
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It's been a while guys, nice seeing ya'll. So, let's make a deal: you guys review, and I'll update in a week. Deal? Deal.
XOXO
Luna
