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Rylen slept like a rock that night. But I couldn't say the same about Derek and I. Neither of us were able to sleep much as we layed there, our backs to each other. I was still mad at him, and he was frustrated that I was mad at him. We hadn't been like that since we were teenagers. When Peter would take us out before a full moon.

We usually ended up camping in the woods during a full moon. Peter, almost worse than Talia was when it came to trying to get Derek and I together, would strategically only take two tents, forcing Derek and I to share. We'd fall asleep, backs facing the other, but we always ended up touching somehow when we woke in the morning. We'd unconsciously move towards one another. And neither of us liked it.

The same thing happened that night, once both of us had finally fallen asleep for a short while. I woke up first, my head on Derek's bicep as he was sprawled out on his back on the bed, my back against his side. Rylen was still asleep on the couch, her breathing and heart beat even. At least she was able to get some rest after everything that had happened.

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest, staring across the loft at my daughter. So much had happened in the short time we'd been in Beacon Hills. Maybe we should have stayed in New York. I felt guilty. I'd been the reason all of this had happened. If I would have just stayed in New York, and waited, then maybe we'd still be okay. Rylen would still remember us, Derek and I wouldn't be mad at each other. Derek wouldn't be an alpha either. I couldn't help but feel a little responsible for all of this.

If only I had listened. I thought as I laid back down, nuzzling my face into Derek's bicep.

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"Peter's done it before."

"Oh yeah, because that's so reassuring."

"You're the one who trusted him with her in the first place."

"And who is also in the room." Peter said from where he was sitting next to Rylen on the couch.

"Think about it, Derek. You could wind up hurting her, or worse."

"But do we really have any other choice?"

I thought for a minute. It was worth a shot at getting her memories back, and if I wanted anyone to do it, I wanted it to be Derek. I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt Rylen. She was his daughter too.

"Fine." I said, sighing in defeat.

Derek pulled a chair into the middle of the loft while I grabbed Rylen. I knelt in front of her, taking her hands.

"Okay, Rylen. I need you to be really still for me okay?" She nodded, fear mixing with her confused scent. "You're gonna be okay, I promise it will only hurt for a second, but then you won't feel anything." I nodded to Derek who had his claws against the back of her neck. "Okay, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need to." I told her.

There was a brief look of pain on her face before it went blank, her eyes shut. I looked up to Derek, who also had his eyes shut, a look of concentration on his face.

"Is she in pain?" Peter asked, moving around beside me.

I tried taking her pain, but there was none there. "No." I shook my head.

"Good. He did it right."

"So he's in?"

"Yeah. Now I just hope he knows where to look."

It felt like hours that we sat there, when in reality it was only minutes. Rylen's hands were clutched tightly in mine, but she wasn't in pain. That was a good thing. I desperately wanted to see what was going on, but I was forced to wait there, until something happened.

I didn't have to wait long before Rylen winced again before Derek pulled away from her, stumbling back. Rylen fell forward against me, her head against my shoulder, her breathing heavy as she clutched my shirt.

"Rylen, baby, are you okay?" I asked, my arms wrapped around her trembling form.

"Mommy?" I probably wouldn't have heard it, had it not been for my supernatural senses.

"Rylen?" I pulled her away from my shoulder so I could look at her face. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at me.

she put her hands on my cheeks, staring at my face. "Mommy, you're okay." She said before throwing her arms back around my neck, hugging me.

"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you were hurt, and bleeding. Those men shot you." She mumbled against my shoulder.

"I'm okay now. All healed up. Daddy rescued us, just like I said he would."

Derek knelt down beside me, placing his hand on Rylen's back. She jumped a little, but quickly stilled, sighing against my shirt.

"Does daddy get a hug too?" Derek asked and Rylen pulled away from me, wrapping one arm around Derek's neck, pulling him into our hug as well.

Derek wrapped his arms around us, holding us tightly. Maybe things would be alright after all. But, little did I know, that wasn't true. I didn't see the look Peter was giving us as he stood a ways away.