DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. Well that's not a true statement, I do own some things, like my laptop, but I don't own Teen Wolf so there is that. I'm just having fun with the characters.
Thank you to those that have selected the story as a favorite and to those following! For those that have reviewed:
RHatch89: Thank you!
Piper: The more comfortable I get with the characters, the more comfortable I get in writing from their POV. It's fun to come up with what happened during downtime when the characters weren't on-screen. As for the flashbacks, I'm not sure I understand your question. I think you're asking will Holly appear in the chapter that I write to encompass episode 8. Is that right? If so the answer is, I plan on showing how the relationship of Derek and Holly (or Dolly as they've been referred to) changes as they get older. Since the show touched upon it (and since it's a pretty critical part of Derek's history) I plan on keeping his past with Paige as part of his history, just as I was doing for Kate.
OhhKellyRose: More Dolly action coming at ya! Also glad you're enjoying the other scene tie ins. They're fun to write.
Mrs. Alexandra-Hale: I like your incorporation of their names! I'm enjoying being in Cora's head. I think I've said this before but she's turning into one of my favorite characters. As for Peter, I totally agree. You wanna believe he's on Derek's side, but then you never know for sure with him. I love his character and want to spend more time in his POV but I'm holding off until I can get more of a feel as to where he's coming from. Is he a villain? Is he not? Though villains rarely see themselves as villains. They are usually able to justify why they're doing whatever in a way that makes sense to them. I had fun writing the part about Derek trying to make it to Holly, though I was worried I might have gone over the top so I'm glad you liked it. As for the answer about Holly being connected to Derek... you'll have to wait until chapter 15.
Hannah: Thank you so much! I'm glad you're lovin' it! Don't worry I'll keep updating.
Laieanna: Hey a kindred spirit! You pretty much covered all of the reasons I enjoy the show. It reminds me a lot of Buffy, in the fact that both shows while the main characters were teens but there are adults that contribute heavily beyond a "Did you do your homework?" kind of way. And I laughed when I read your post about Derek. I agree completely agree. It does seem like (especially this season) he's just doing a lot of waiting for the next disaster... in his loft... arms crossed... scowling. I've always felt like for him to have been born a werewolf he should be a bit more capable, but maybe that's just me. Doesn't take away from my enjoy the show and it does help with that brooding anger thing he's got going on. As for the writing I'm not published, but after I complete this story I'm going to work on an original piece with the hopes of publication, though from the research I've done it's pretty hard, but anything worth having is worth working for, right! Anyway, I've gotten way off the path and probably boring the readers so with that... thank you very much for the review. I loved it. (and picturing Derek in a tutu!)
A/N: And now on with the show. If you enjoy the story, if you have a question, or if you have any comments you want to share, drop me a review, I would love to hear and really enjoy hearing from you all! Also for those that saw episode 9, fear not... the darach in When History Repeats Itself will be different.
POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT FOR EPISODE 6
TAKES PLACE DURING EP. 6
Chapter 13 – Locked Out of Heaven
If they fell back, they'd both die.
Holly kept that thought in her head as she struggled with Derek up three flights of stairs to her hotel room. She'd been tempted to take him to her house. It would have been much easier to drag him from the garage inside the house. Not to mention the risk of them being seen would have been reduced to zero. But the risk of being found increased past comfortable levels. If Derek didn't want her staying there alone because he couldn't protect her, staying there with him virtually defenseless didn't seem like a good option.
So she pulled her car around to the side and waited. Waited for the cover of darkness. Waited for him to regain consciousness. Waited for him to have enough strength to pull himself out of the car and up three flights of stairs. Inside the stairwell, she positioned him between the handrail closest to the wall and her body. His left arm draped over her shoulder, her right wrapped around his waist. She supported as much of his weight as she could manage without toppling over under it.
It took nearly a half hour to get from the first floor to the third floor landing, thankfully none of the guests at the hotel opted for stairs over the elevator. Just as thankfully the hotel hadn't installed cameras in the stairwell. Although by the time they made it to the third floor, Holly' was just thankful she hadn't collapsed under Derek's weight. The further they went the more he leaned into her. A couple of times she was fairly certain God's hand and shear willpower kept her for falling.
But she didn't have time to dwell on the new ache in her own body. Not when next to her Derek began bleeding again. Fresh blood seeped from the wound in his side. Assuming black blood could be considered fresh. He started panting again. Short, shallow breathes, and if Holly didn't know any better, she would swear he passed out a few times on the way up when they paused to give him a moment to recalibrate.
"Derek," she propped him up as best she could against the wall next to the door. "I need you to not fall down. I have to check to make sure the hallway is clear."
He nodded slightly with his eyes still closed. Holly noticed he wasn't just bleeding again, the exertion up the stairs had his brow coated with sweat. She touched his cheek softly, reassuringly.
Initially she opened the door a crack. Just enough to see into the hallway and confirm their luck continued to hold.
He grunted when she moved back under his arm, though she could tell he tried to keep the noise trapped inside.
"It's okay, Derek. You're safe."
Once they entered the hallway Holly knew the chances of them running into someone increased. Barely after eight, people would be making their way back to their rooms after days spent touring the few sights Beacon Hills had to offer. Or returning from the office to get more work done in their room. She hated to do it, but she forced Derek to move faster. Dragging him more than supporting him the few feet from the stairwell to her room.
Her prudence it turned out paid off as she heard the elevator ding its arrival just as the spring loaded door to her room closed behind them.
Derek must have sensed they were safe, or else he just didn't have any more strength left. Holly stumbled under the extra weight and sent both of them crashing against the door frame of the bedroom. She lost her hold on him just as they made it to the bed and his body collapsed partially on, partially off the king sized mattress, forcing her to catch him and roll him onto the blankets.
"Derek?" Holly called his name softly as she positioned him onto his back. "Derek please wake up. Please. I don't… I don't know what to do. Derek, what am I supposed to do? How do we fix you? Derek? Derek!"
Holly pressed her eat to his chest. His heartbeat was slow, shallow, and with irregular pulses. More like heart spasms instead of steady beats.
"Derek please wake up."
When he didn't respond to her voice she shook him. When he didn't respond to that Holly scrambled off the bed and searched for her phone. Frantically looking through her pockets until she remembered she'd left it in her bag in the trunk of her car.
She made it a quick trip. Down to her car and back in under a minute, latching and deadbolt locking the door upon her return. It probably wouldn't keep werewolves out, but it would make a hell of a lot of noise when they entered. She turned her bag upside down letting the contents, including her phone spill to the carpet. Quickly she grabbed it and the card, and with trembling hands dialed Deaton's number.
"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up," she chanted the words as the phone at the clinic cycled through a series of six rings only for the voice mail to pick up. Disconnecting the call, Holly tried the number a second and third time.
Her hands clenched into fists, one around the phone, the other crumpling the card.
"Think Holly… think…" she paced the width of the room and clamped her teeth down around her knuckle to keep from screaming in frustration.
She ducked into the bathroom long enough to retrieve a pair of scissors. Starting at the bottom she cut Derek's shirt open slicing in a line to the collar, followed by the sleeves. Bruising covered most of his torso and what part of his skin didn't hold discolored decorations was ripped open by claws.
With just the moon acting as the only light source the bedroom remained cast in sporadic shadows and light. It shown on Derek's face, caressing his skin in almost a deathly pale glow. Part of her thought she should turn the lamps on but she didn't want to see the extent of the damage. She didn't want to see if the claws on his stomach tore deep enough to eviscerate him.
Holly stood again and resumed wearing the carpet out under her relentless pacing. She could drive to the clinic, but there was no way she could get Derek back down the stairs. They barely made it up, and the results had been him bleeding again. Leaving him in the room alone wasn't option. Besides if Deaton wasn't answering the phone he probably wasn't there.
Cora's named popped into her head followed quickly by Peter but she didn't have either of their numbers. Hell she wasn't even sure either of them had cell phones. Returning to the bed she pressed her ear to Derek's chest. The spasms of his heart didn't sound any better, but at least they hadn't gotten any worse. Though Holly was fairly certain worse meant not beating at all. She felt his pockets. If he had his phone maybe Cora or Peter's numbers were listed in the contracts. But as she came to the last pocket and found it as empty as the others she slowly realized he either left his phone at the loft or lost it along the way. As she rose from the bed, a third option occurred to her, sending her fingers dialing his number.
Praying that perhaps he'd given his phone to Cora or Peter, and swearing softly when voicemail immediately kicked in. Holly found herself quickly running out of ideas. Only one remained.
Isaac.
He had a phone and she had the number, but dialing it yielded the same results as Deaton.
"Damnit," she stopped short of hurling her phone into the nearby wall. Instead she let the device slip from her fingers and bounce against the carpeted floor.
Tears had never been her typical 'go-to' reaction. But then Holly never felt so utterly helpless. She felt like that eighteen year old that dragged her mother from the pool and had no idea what to do to bring her back. Derek wasn't dead, but she felt him slipping.
Dropping to the bed, face buried in her hands, Holly cried softly.
"Hol… Holly?"
"Derek?"
Quickly she wiped the tears with the back of her hand and shifted on the bed to face him. She clutched the hand that reached for hers. Bringing it to her lips to kiss before encasing it between hers.
"It's okay, Derek. I'm here. Just tell me… I don't know what to do. I tried to call Deaton but he didn't answer. Isaac didn't answer I don't know how to reach—"
"—shh," he hushed her softly.
His hand tightened around hers momentarily but she wasn't sure if it had been a controlled reaction or a muscle spasm from the pain. She continued clinging to his hand, even as she used the other to dab sweat away from his brow with a washcloth.
"You're going to be okay. I just need you to tell me what to do, okay?"
"I… I love… you," he whispered between panting breathes. "Always… have."
"Derek. No."
She waited for him to say something else, watched the uneven rise and fall of his chest. When it stilled she felt her own heart seize in her chest.
"Derek?" her voice barely a whisper in the silence.
"Derek, don't you die on me."
She loosened her grip and prayed he would continue to hold on, but his hand slipped from hers like a stone released into the stream.
"Derek."
The first tears trickled from her eyes when shaking him yielded no response. Holly shook him again, harder this time as if she could shake the life back into his body. It didn't work, nor did the hard slap she delivered to his face. She pressed her fingers against his throat, nearly pushing them through the other side in frantic search for a pulse she knew wouldn't be there. Just as she knew when she rested her ear against his chest no beating heart would greet her.
Her soul didn't just break, it fractured into pieces. An ache deeper than anything she felt, beyond anything she thought she'd ever be capable of experiencing. Tears from her eyes fell freely. A steady flow against her cheek and cascading onto his chest, as Holly stretched alongside him, clung to his body, and silently wept.
Cora opened the refrigerator and checked out the contents again, as if the appliance spontaneously gave birth to food since she checked three hours ago. Waiting sucked, but being hungry and waiting sucked on a completely different level.
"How long are we supposed to wait here?" she asked as she turned to Peter standing in the doorway.
She heard his approach, but then in that house it was hard not to hear every little sound. It was like being in a giant echo chamber, though she imaged if there'd been more furniture, carpeting and rugs to absorb the sound it wouldn't have been as bad. Cora had never been to Holly's home. She guessed even though she and Holly were friends, at least Holly spent time with her when she came over to visit Derek, there'd never been a reason to invite her over.
As Peter gave her a tour of the house upon their arrival, she tried to picture it fully furnished as Holly's mother might have had it, not mostly empty with the majority of the furnishings left behind covered with white sheets.
"I can think of worse places we could wait," Peter offered. He made his way to one of the cabinets, opened it, pulled out a box of microwave popcorn and prepared it for cooking. "Actually I'm thinking maybe Derek should give up the loft and move in here. I've always liked this house."
He finished by closing the door on the microwave and pushing the button labeled popcorn.
"You seem awfully familiar with this place. Like you've been here several times before."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Derek told me you had an affair with Holly's mom," Cora hadn't expected a reaction from Peter but she watched his face all the same for any change.
"Technically, she had an affair with me. But I didn't realize Derek was interested in who I shared my bed with."
"Holly told him."
"Ah," he nodded slightly.
"You don't think that was a little… ishy?"
"What?" Peter pulled the popcorn out and poured it into a bowl. "Having an affair with my nephew's best friend's mother?"
"Derek and Holly were dating."
He gave that vague shrug. "Your mother ended that aspect of their relationship long before I started dating Holly's mom."
Cora tried not to show her surprise as she eased closer and ate some of the popcorn. She didn't want snack food, she wanted real food, but she supposed it would have to suffice until they left. She knew Derek and Holly started dating rather abruptly. For years he referred to her as his best friend and one day he started calling her his girlfriend. She also knew they broke up just as abruptly.
It felt like Holly hadn't just broken up with him she broke up with the entire family. Holly stayed at their house, practically lived at their house, and one day she just stopped coming around as much. At the time, Cora hadn't understood why she went from seeing Holly every day, to once a week, if that.
She did remember how it felt. Like she'd been abandoned.
"Besides, Holly's mom was beautiful, rich, and unhappy. Which I've noticed, seems to be a family trait."
Slowly, she raised her eyes to glare at her uncle. Hopefully he could see the urge to punch him in her face. If not, she would gladly demonstrate it for him.
"Holly's not unhappy."
"No? So she's not in love with a werewolf that's not called her in a week?"
"She wouldn't cheat on Derek," she continued glaring at her uncle.
"I'm sure Holly's father thought the same of his wife," he paused dramatically. "Of course the situation is different."
"Yeah," Cora scoffed. "Derek's not an abusive psychopath."
"That's not exactly what I meant."
"What exactly did you mean, then?"
She watched what appeared to be an internal debate going on inside Peter as he perched himself on a bar stools in front of the island.
"Technically it's not my place to say. But since he's your Alpha and your brother, and since he seems to have no compunction over sharing intimate details of my life, I suppose we can say you have a right to know."
"A right to know what?"
"Derek bonded his and Holly's souls together."
"What?" Cora narrowed her gaze. "I don't believe you."
"And yet that doesn't stop it from being true."
"Derek wouldn't do that. He knows what's at risk. He wouldn't make Holly more of a target by bonding her to him, only to push her away."
As Cora talked she tried to reason through any possibly rationality Derek might have for his actions. If she knew the risks, hell the danger, he had to know.
"He did it when they were twelve. Completely, accidental on purpose."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means at the time he did it, he didn't realize that's what he was doing. Unfortunately bonding with someone is much like losing your v-card. Once it's gone, it's gone. You can't become a virgin again and once you've established a bond with someone, nothing can break it."
"Death?" she questioned. All the confidence of before fading away.
"According to legend," Peter began and tossed some popcorn into his mouth. "When one dies the other doesn't last much longer. The soul can't survive the death, or something along those lines."
"Is it true?" she swallowed the lump in her throat.
He made a vague gesture with his hand that could have meant any number of things. "Hard to say for sure. The lines of myths and legend and reality after so many centuries blur together until it becomes impossibly to distinguish one for the other."
"Do you believe it's true?"
"I don't know. I've never known any bonded werewolves and I'm not a fan of taking things on faith. But there has to be a reason so few werewolf couples elect to bond themselves together."
Cora pursed her lips as she settled back onto her own stool, no longer hungry.
"If Derek created the bond when they were twelve… I thought it was supposed to be like a one true love type deal."
"For werewolves. Holly's not a werewolf. Besides with enough time and enough incentive. You can convince yourself of just about anything. Including being in love with someone else."
"So it's not as strong? Between a werewolf and a human I mean?"
"I've never heard or read about a werewolf creating the bond with a non-werewolf. Of course that isn't to say it's not possible, obviously it is. Leave it to Derek to go about things in the most complicated manner possible."
Cora narrowed her gaze at her uncle. When he smiled back at her, she narrowed it even more. She probably would have been content to glare at him for the rest of the night had another thought not popped to the front of her mind.
"Does Holly know?"
"You know how close Derek keeps his cards," his words followed a pointed look. "What do you think?"
Nothing existed save consciousness.
And absolute darkness.
The kind of darkness that children openly feared and adults pretended not to be afraid of but secretly feared. No sound, no sight, no smells, no feeling. He had no sense of up or down he could have just as easily been standing, lying down or suspended in midair. Time didn't exist. Seconds, minutes, hours, days could have passed.
Feeling partially returned first.
His entire body tingled. It felt like someone sent electricity through him, but with the intent to heal, not hurt. The electricity brought back more feelings and with it memory triggered. The fight, the fall… waking up in the abandoned mall to a body lit with pain. He should have hurt more, but he didn't. He felt his body healing when it shouldn't have been healing. Not this fast. Not this soon.
He felt something soft under his body. A mattress… and with that recognition everything flooded back. The memories of escaping the mall, traveling through the woods to the school…
Holly.
He tasted her scent on his tongue, felt her inside his body.
Derek's eyes snapped open and he gasped in a lungful of air.
"Derek!"
It took Derek a moment to realize the weight that lifted from his chest belonged to Holly. And another moment for him to focus on her face staring at him. Emotions chased each other across her face. As soon as one settled another pushed it aside.
"Holly?"
"You're dead," she muttered apparently too stunned to elaborate as she just continued to stare at him with large, dark eyes.
"What?"
"You… died. You've… been dead for…" she glanced at the clock on the bedside tabled and gasped softly. "You've been dead for nearly two hours."
"What do you mean, I died."
"What do you mean, what do I mean?" her voice rose and took on a slightly hysterical pitch. "You died! You stopped breathing, your heart stopped beating you had no pulse."
Derek pushed himself up. First on his elbows, and then supporting his weight on his hands. He kept his movements slow, mindful of wounds that no longer hurt, not like they should have. The claws Ennis and Kali dug into his back, side, stomach and shoulders should have still been on fire, but they barely registered as a dull ache.
He felt starved, but it wasn't food he craved. Holly sat next to him in the middle of the bed on her knees. She didn't speak, she just gaped at him with impossibly eyes large. Shock… fear… both emotions highlighted by the moonlight that caressed her skin.
"Am I dreaming?" she spoke in a voice no louder than the whisper of silk against skin.
"No."
He moved closer to her, an inch at a time. Approaching her with the care of a startled deer that might bolt at any moment. He repositioned his body until his became the mirror image of hers. Until he cradled her cheek in the palm of his hand.
"Then how is this possible?"
"I don't know."
Her eyes closed as his skin made contact with hers, and with it, tears that shimmered in her eyes escaped down her cheek.
His skin tingled as her tears passed over his thumb, but when she spoke he felt his heart beat again for the first time in a decade.
"I love you, Derek."
She opened her eyes as he brought his other hand up to caress her cheek. Eyes red and tired stared into his, seeing him, but still not believing. Two hours. Holly told him he'd been dead for nearly two hours and from the looks of her eyes she'd spent every second crying.
Crying over him.
Crying for him.
Derek fell ignorant to the existence of pain, to the existence of anything beyond the woman in front of him. He exploded into motion as he devoured her mouth with his lips, with his tongue. He needed to feel as much of her as he could, as soon as he could. Needed to feel her skin against his.
Her shirt became the first casualty when his fingers released her face, grabbed onto the front and yanked. The motion swift and brutal enough to send the buttons scattering onto the bed and floor. Her bra suffered the same fate. He didn't bother looking for the front of back closure, one forceful yank separated the material and both garments were pulled free of her body. His mouth abandoned hers as he trailed kisses against her jaw and down to her neck. His lips instinctually finding the pulse throbbing beneath her skin.
The scent of her arousal tickled his nose, but it was Holly's actions, turning her head to the side and exposing her throat that threatened to undo him completely. Not trusting himself, he continued lower, pushing her back against the bed. His tongue trailed along her collarbone and down the center of her chest. He swore she stopped breathing when he traced his mouth around her left breast, but the sounds she made as he delivered butterfly kisses around the soft flesh, when he took her roused nipple between his lips and suckled nearly undid him.
He lavished her breasts with attention, nipping, licking, biting, careful not to sink his teeth into the tender flesh, but trailed the points against her sensitive buds. Anything to illicit that mewling sound from her throat and caused her to push her hips up against his chest.
Her fingers were everywhere. Against his shoulders, in his hair, along his back. Everywhere she touched felt sparked alive by electricity. Sent tingling shockwaves through his body and threatened to push him to a fevered state. And when he abandoned her breasts and brought his lips against her side his wolf rushed to the surface.
He felt his canines extending as the yearning to bite her grew stronger, damn near irresistible. He wanted to make her his in every sense of the word. When she arched against him. When she pressed the supple flesh against his fangs, he widened his jaw and nearly surrendered to the primal desire.
Derek pulled back abruptly, reigning his wolf under control as he removed the rest of their clothing. He forced his vision to return to that of a man. He needed to see her like that, naked, vulnerable, trusting him not to hurt her. Even if he knew no matter what he did, he would never fully be worthy of that trust. He used the separation of their bodies to gain control of the frenzied state he slipped into.
"Derek? What's wrong?"
"Shh," he hushed her softly.
Derek climbed onto the bed and started at her feet. His weight balanced with one hand while he trailed the fingers of the other over her skin. Her ankles, the side of her calf, her outer thigh, her hip. Her eyelids fluttered and closed the further up her body he went. Over her side, against the outer swell of her breast.
He settled his body between her thighs and as his tongue entered her mouth in a slow seductive kiss, his sex slipped inside her body. She arched her body against his and he felt it again. That tingling sensation igniting everywhere their bodies touched. He wondered if she felt it. It didn't take long for the sensation to spread from the contact points to his entire body. He felt it deepest in his wounds, or… from the feeling what was left of them. He felt them healing from the inside out. Each time he pushed his hips forward and sheathed his body deeper into hers, each time she dipped her tongue deeper into his mouth, he felt one heal.
Holly wrapped her legs around him, one twining around the back of his thigh, the other against his hip. Her body matched his rhythm, his pace, his need. Her fingers clutched him closer to her and created electric pathways along his spine and down to the swells of his buttocks. Each touch delivering a burst of pleasure until he couldn't take it anymore.
Too soon.
Derek grabbed her hands, raised them above her head, and trapped them there. Her wrists secured in one grip. If she kept touching him he wouldn't be able to wait, and he needed to wait. He needed her there first.
He altered their position slightly, forcing her hips up enough to create a different angle, just enough to pull his name from her lips on a scream. He felt her release, the pulse and pull of her muscles around his body buried inside hers. Unlike the last time, she broke from the kiss. Impassioned cries leaving her mouth mixed with his name as she threw her head back and to the side.
It was enough. Enough to send him over the edge and trigger his release. He pulled his hips back and gave one final, powerful thrust and buried himself deep inside her body. He drove his teeth into the pillow next to her throat. His canines, once more elongated, tore into the fabric her head rested on instead of her flesh and muffled his own fervid cries.
Even as his vision returned and their breathing settled he felt himself still hard, still swollen inside her. But he felt something else, something he couldn't completely understand.
He pulled her snuggly to him as he rolled them onto their sides. His hand shamelessly exploring the contours and curves of the woman in his arms. It wasn't just sex. Derek had sex with other women before, and with the exception of Kate, no attachment formed between them. At least no emotional ones.
"Derek—"
He silenced her with a press of his lips. The same lips he brought against her forehead, each eyelid, her nose, her cheeks, her chin and eventually her mouth again. She met his gaze and held it for as long as she could until the gentle press of his hips against her, plunged his sex deeper inside and caused her eyelids to flutter and close. The languid movement of his hips controlling each intake of her breaths.
Derek knew he needed to call his Betas and Scott. They thought he was dead. He should have been calling to assure them he wasn't. But he couldn't bring himself to move, at least not from the bed.
"Derek—"
He silenced her with another kiss and pulled her thigh up to cradle his hip as he continued moving in and out of her body at a leisurely pace.
He needed his Betas but at that moment he needed her more. He became so accustomed to the emptiness inside, he barely even realized it was there. The longer he kept himself from being exposed to what he missed, the more he learned to forget he missed it.
Holly ruined his plan.
With three simple words, she ruined him.