(Cont'. from Chapter 8: Derek's mind was consumed with fire as a rage never before witnessed by anyone present, exploded from his core. His eyes went white hot as he let out a roar of anguish and fury that literally brought everyone within a mile to their knees, clutching at their ears, blood running from them. Wolf and vamp alike was down as the sound continued, echoing off the granite cliffs behind the estate.

Deaton's car skidded off the drive as his windshield shattered and caused him to lose control of the car, hitting the gatepost at the entrance to the estate. The sheriff was right behind him but he managed to avoid hitting Deaton's car, his hands covering his ears as his windshield also cracked from the deafening roar.)

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Derek awoke, scratching at his head. He looked up and saw just a bright white space all around him. He panicked, quickly jumping to his feet, crouching, and looked around ready to strike out. There was nothing. No sound other than the sound he was making. It wasn't hot there, nor was it cold – it just… was. That was the strangest feeling of all – there really was no feeling. There was no sound, no smell, no shadows, and literally 'no thing' around him. "I must be dead," he said out loud. "But, if I'm dead then where am I?" He looked around again, whirling as if to catch a glimpse of the cosmic imp that was toying with him. "STILES!" he cried out, suddenly remembering what had just happened. He shifted, roaring with rage again. There was no echo, no reverb. He slashed at the air with his claws, fully unsheathed – nothing. He felt as much as heard his heart pounding furiously in his chest. Still whirling, tears poured from his eyes and he fell to his knees, wailing for his fallen mate. "That's what happened… I guess it was true after all… Stiles died and so did I." He shifted back, tears running free down his cheeks. "So where is he? Why am I alone?" He cried for what seemed like hours but there was no time in this void either. "I'm in hell…" he whispered, in defeat, and collapsed onto his back, closed his eyes, tears running down the sides of his face, over his ears and onto the 'floor' with no sound other than his slowing heart.

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"No, you can't! It's forbidden!" said Beverly.

"Fuck, forbidden! He isn't supposed to be here in the first place. We don't have protocols for that!" replied Stella angrily.

"Protocols? Are you shitting me? You are talking about protocols at a time like this?" Beverly challenged.

Stella put her hands on her hips, and continued. "Listen, I have been, well, been… here, a lot longer than you. Technically speaking you just got here. So I think I know what I am doing a lot more than some bitch."

"Bitch? Like I haven't heard that before. Watch your step or I'll tear your throat out. You know time is irrelevant here so I know everything that you do and it's forbidden." Beverly's eyes flashed a warning, the white of her clothing reflecting it across the scene.

Stella slapped at her own shiny, white robe covered thigh. "That's a riot! Did you hear that everyone? She was a werewolf on Earth, and thinks she can tear my throat out! Ha ha ha! You don't know everything missy."

Beverly fumed, "Don't make fun of me dammit, or I will. I swear to God I will tear you apart!"

"God! Ha ha ha! You know the truth of everything now and you still use the name 'God'? What a limited concept you still cling to. You know what we all thought of, as God, didn't even scratch the surface of the Creator. And you want to fight me? Wow, you are a pup!"

"Don't call me pup or so help me…" Beverly warned, crouching.

"What's going on over here? What's wrong with you two? Can't you see we have a situation?" A beautiful, long and dark-haired woman approached the two quarrelling women, her own luminescent garments flying behind her as she approached.

"Of course, Talia," replied Stella. "Beverly was trying to remind me we have rules here, and is willing to fight me to keep me from acting."

Beverly looked at Talia and then at Stella, and stood straight, eyes still flashing. "Yes, you know it's forbidden to leave."

"Beverly," replied Talia. "While it's good to remember that we have rules, it would do you good to remember that nothing is black and white. Even here, existence and order are a continuum. We act in the best interest of the entirety with the spirit more important than the letter of the law."

"But," stuttered Beverly. "She's…"

The raven-haired beauty flashed her emerald green eyes red at Beverly. "Beverly…" she put her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "Beverly… I know. She knows. That's why she's doing this."

"That's right. Of course I know. Can't you see he's lost and not supposed to be here?" The brunette looked again at the scene, her small button nose and pale skin, spotted with one or two moles, wiped a tear from her eye. "It's not supposed to be like this. He doesn't know what's happened. He must be told and he must be sent back. He's stuck."

"I don't understand," Beverly stated, confusion clear on her face.

"He's my son," replied Talia.

"He's my son's mate," replied Stella.

A fourth woman, much younger in appearance, but with the same eyes as Talia, walked up and said, "He's the Alpha of the pack that has your baby safe, Beverly. He's my brother."

"My daughter, Laura," Talia stated, pulling her in for an embrace.

"He needs to return, my love. He will be a great Alpha for our baby," said a man's voice from behind.

The four women turned in the direction of voice and a tall male, dressed in the same clothing as they were, was walking closer, his arms outstretched toward Beverly. "Gregory?" Beverly asked softly, not believing her eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart. I came as soon as I heard." The two mates, reunited, kissed, and held each other, awash in love and light, and the joy of the Creator… spirits, once again at home in each other's arms.

After a moment, Gregory pulled himself back from Beverly's embrace. He brushed a lock of hair from her eyes, and gazed lovingly at her. "My darling," he started softly. "It's okay. I don't know how I know, but I just know. It's supposed to happen. She… He… They?... said it was okay. Let her go. Trust in the wisdom. Love must win and it will. It already did and it will again."

Beverly kissed him softly smiling at the glimpse of his fangs in his brilliant white smile. She closed her eyes, nodding. She looked at Stella. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Of course it's supposed to happen. It will happen, it did happen, and it's happening now. Go make it happen."

Talia looked at Stella who just laughed. "Now you're getting it girl!" She high-fived Beverly, much to everyone's shock, and grinned. "What?" she said with a coy look on her face. She winked and faded away in a shower of sparkles.

"Show off," said Laura, laughing.

"Remember whose mother she is," replied Talia laughing. Everyone looked at her, realizing and understanding at the same time. They all laughed, and enveloped each other in a group hug, and turned back to watch.

In the background, a small figure was watching lovingly. A small smile crept onto the figure's face at the joy of the moment. "We are so proud," the figure said softly. "Yes, we are," the figure continued, and turned in the same direction as the group of onlookers.

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Derek felt a shift in the space around him. He opened his eyes and sat up, searching in earnest for anything that might help him understand. "Hello?" he called out. "Is anyone there?" He continued to scan, looking all around for any sign.

"Hello, Derek," said a soft voice. "I have waited a long time to meet you."

Derek's heart began to race. "Who are you?" he asked. "Where are you? Where am I? Where is this place? Where's Stiles?"

Directly in front of Derek, he began to see a female figure begin to materialize, if that was the right word, walking to him, growing more solid as she approached. He felt his heart pound even faster and he narrowed his eyes. "Who are you and how do you know my name?" he demanded.

"Calm down, Derek, please. I'm here to answer all your questions," said the soft voice now fully solid in front of him now.

"I… I've seen your face before," he stammered. "I don't remember where, but I have seen you before." She smiled at him and he felt his heart begin to slow. He felt warmth and love fill him, pushing aside the fear and the uncertainty. He recognized that smile. "Stiles' mom" he peeped, barely audible. His eyes were like saucers and his mouth hung open.

Stella's eyes crinkled as she laughed. He knew immediately where Stiles got his laugh… got his smile. "That's right, Derek. I'm Stiles' mom. Stella Stilinski. Pleasure to finally meet you." She opened her arms and beamed at him, beckoning him toward her.

Derek fell into her arms, tears starting anew. "Stiles… he…"

"Shhhh….." she said softly. She held him in her arms, his face on her shoulder. She ran her hand down the back of his hair in comforting motions. "Shhhh…" she continued. "I know, Derek. Honey, I know," she said, again very softly, her voice catching in her throat.

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Sorry it was so short. Part 2 won't be as far away as this was… I hope you like it.

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