Alright, so I cut the chapter off a little early because I want to give you guys something. If you can't tell I'm changing cannon just a smidge so don't get too worried if you see some things changing. Other than that enjoy the story and tell me what you think.
"Are you sure that this is the dog Scott talked about?" Derek asked her as they looked at the tiny little fur ball in front of them. Poor thing was shaking where it stood but Sawyer couldn't tell if it was out of fear or anger.
"Yep." She said popping the p. Then she looked down at her phone, "He texted me that this was the type of dog we need for the plan." She then looked back up and frowned at the dog and it unattractive overbite.
Derek then sighed and opened up the cage, "Well if he insists." He muttered and picked up the dog.
"Hey, Sawyer!" Cassidy exclaimed from his spot over in the reptile section. He was leaning over and looking inside one tank that seemed to belong to an Iguana, "Can we get a lizard?"
"No, we cannot get a lizard, Cassidy."
"Why not?" He argued then gestured to the little terror that was currently being held in Derek's hands, "You get to have a dog."
"That's because this dog is going to save me from being murdered, Cas."
There was a slight yelp and Sawyer looked over to see that Derek was staring at the dog. Well, actually he was glaring at the dog more like it. She watched as his eyes flashed blue and Sawyer huffed swatting him in the arm. "Will you put those things away!" She yelled at him, "You could be seen."
Derek narrowed his eyes more at the dog, "Like who? The Argents, yeah I'm sure they get their hunting supplies at PetCo."
"You still shouldn't just go flashing those unnatural baby blues."
"Wow, that's an ugly dog," Cassidy said as he walked up to them. A small lizard perched on his shoulder as he scrunched his nose up in disgust at the Shih Tzu. Sawyer felt her heart drop at everyone making fun of the dog she was about to get. Well, actually Derek was buying the dog and it just so happen that she would be watching over it. Indefinitely.
Sawyer took the dog out of Derek's grip and covered it's mangy ears with her hand, "Don't talk to Ozzy like that." She then tried petting it and the dog immediately cuddle into her more and her heart melted, "We're taking him home with us."
Derek went to take the dog back and it started growling at him making him flash his eyes at it. He pulled his hands back and gave Cassidy a look, "I'm already buying one useless pet today I am not buying another one."
"But look at this guy!" Cassidy pleaded and took the lizard off his shoulder and transferred it to his hands. He cupped the reptile and held it up so that his hands were eye level, Derek. Sawyer could have sworn that Derek was trying his hardest not to scream or yell.
"I am not buying you the lizard. We get the one stupid looking dog and that is it. That is my limit!" Derek yelled the last part while actually stomping his foot onto the ground. He had stomped his foot so hard, in fact, that it caused the shelf beside him to wobble. With the wobbling came to an avalanche of squeaky toys with it. If Derek could have steamed rushing out of his ears, then Sawyer was pretty sure that's what would be happening right now.
Sawyer snorted Cassidy was giggling and Ozzy was letting out a happy bark while trying to wag his tail. "Let's just get this stupid dog." He grumbled while picking a few of the toys and shoving them back onto the shelf.
Sawyer popped up and handed the dog over to Derek, "You go do that while I go pick out his collar and leash." She took off before he even got a chance to say anything in return. In all honesty, though it's not like he had a say in anything. If Derek wanted her to live well then he was going to have to get the dog and follow through with the plan.
"Sawyer?" She heard her name being called. Turning around she found a confused looking strawberry blonde.
"Lydia?" Sawyer asked just as confused as Lydia was. She never thought she would see her in a store like this.
"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked putting her arms over her chest.
"I'm getting a dog, what about you?"
"Buying Prada her treats." She said quickly, "Wait? A dog? Sawyer, you can barely afford your clothes let alone a dog."
Sawyer rolled her eyes, "This one is a gift. I have a guy who owes me one and he said he would get me the dog and pay for it."
"Some guy." Lydia muttered coming over to her more. The click of her heels was like nails on a chalkboard to Sawyer's ears. The strawberry blonde then cemented her place by her side and grabbed her arm dragging her farther back into the store away from where she needed to be. "Come on." Lydia said yanking her harshly, "If you're getting a dog then at least let it be stylish."
"Lydia, I don't want my dog looking better than me!" Sawyer cried out.
She scoffed, "Oh, please Sawyer like I would ever let that happen. I'm not letting the only blonde in Beacon Hills that I tolerate be upstaged by a dog. I just don't want you going into this thing half-assed if you're going to get some things then they better be worth it." Then they stopped in front of some of the beds, half of them looking so nice and warm that Sawyer was half tempted to climb into one a start napping. "Now, what type of dog is it?"
Sawyer frowned and tried not to sound embarrassed, "A Shih Tzu." She said.
Lydia fluttered her eyes like she was baffled by this news, then nodded her head, "Alright so small dog." She got up on the tips of her toes, which was impressive because she was wearing heels, and grabbed a medium size looking bed throwing it into Sawyer's arms. "Always get a bed that's one size too big in case it get's fat."
She then grabbed her arm again and dragged her to another aisle. It looked like a bunch of grooming products and Sawyer didn't even know where to begin. Lydia stared at the bottles for a quick moment her index finger tapping her bottom lip while her green eyes were squinted at the products. "How rich is this guy that's getting you this dog?" She asked.
Sawyer shrugged her shoulders, "He drives a Camaro for a car."
Lydia grinned, "Perfect!" She squealed and reached for the most expensive products that she could find. When Sawyer raised her eyebrow at her Lydia just smirked, "What?" She asked shrugging her shoulders, the jacket she was wearing crinkling slightly, "If he's buying then why not go for the best?"
"I'm not complaining." She said back.
It went on like that for what Sawyer was sure was a half an hour. By the end of it all, she was surprised about how Lydia was not commenting about how many things she was caring like it was no big deal. The stuff was almost piled up to her chin and her field of vision was becoming more blocked the more Lydia added on. It was at this time that Sawyer was thankful for her supernatural strength. The only real reason she had gotten Lydia to stop piling on the stuff is that Cassidy had come and found her telling her that Derek was getting irritable and that Ozzy had almost peed on him twice.
Lydia grudging let her go but before she left she turned back and looked at the redhead, "Hey Lydia?" She asked, "Do you want to hang out later today, maybe, I mean I need help with this dog and everything?"
She saw the girl give her a real smile then she frowned when something else must have come to her mind, "I would." She said thoughtful, "But I promised Jackson I would hang out with him today."
"Lydia!" She called out to her, "You deserve better than him." Sawyer said to her and Lydia gave her a sad smile shaking her head.
She didn't reply back, the girl only grabbed the things that she had needed for her dog and left. Leaving Sawyer in the middle of the aisle with a ton of dog things in her arms ready to spill over at any second. Feeling that it was time Sawyer asked Cassidy to take her to Derek and he happily did so and Sawyer almost laughed when she saw the look on the older werewolf's face.
"I thought you said you were just getting a collar!" He practically yelled at her.
Sawyer did her best to shrug her shoulders but it was quite hard to do with the amount of stuff she was holding. "I was." She said calmly, "Then I got preoccupied and this just sort of happened."
Derek sighed heavily, "Alright let's go."
Sawyer smiled to herself. She had won this battle.
Lydia sat in her car listening to Jackson rant about the movie he wanted to see. To her, if she was being honest, it was all really just white noise. She didn't want to see a movie about a stupid sport and if she could make Jackson suffer a little bit by watching the Notebook then, by all means, she was going to do it. She enjoyed the movie enough to actually suffer through it, but she wasn't going to lie when she met Sawyer this afternoon, she would have gladly hung out with her more than Jackson.
She loved Jackson but she wasn't a fool. They were toxic for each other which, in theory, made them perfect for each other.
Finally, she had enough, "No." She said with a glare and Jackson sighed in defeat and Lydia tried her best not to smile. She had won the battle against the great Jackson Whitmore, something that was nearly impossible to mere mortals. He opened the door and slammed it with a great force and she had half a mind to yell at him to be careful next time.
Lydia grabbed her phone and opened up her contact list her thumb hovering over the one name. Sawyer Rhodes was the type of girl that Lydia should have made fun of, the type of girl that hated Lydia's guts. For some reason, though it wasn't the case and when the two came together it was like they had known each other for years.
When she was first assigned to work with Sawyer in her freshmen year she almost rolled her eyes. She thought that it was just another person that she wasn't going to have to pick up the slack for. Lydia was surprised to find that Sawyer, although not as smart as her, tried her best to keep up with Lydia. She never asked Lydia to slow down so she could keep up. In fact, she insisted that Lydia not dumb herself down for her just because she didn't understand it. Sawyer had said that she would understand it in time just not right away. So, a few days later when they had met up again she smiled when Sawyer had kept to her word and understood the material that they were going over.
It was at this time that Lydia had realized that Sawyer wasn't like the other kids. She didn't crave popularity, didn't try to impress anyone, and didn't give a shit about what others said. To her, Sawyer was just trying to get by and make it through all the teenager bullshit so she could finally get out of the town. It was practically the same thing she was doing but it just happened that she did like the attention and she liked having people on her side.
Lydia didn't want to be remembered as the nerd in school. She wanted to be popular because it hid the fact that her personal life was a royal shit show. In many ways, she and Sawyer had that in common, although she didn't have some younger sibling to take care of. In brief very, secluded moments Lydia wished she had someone to talk to like that. Someone she could share the burden with so she didn't feel so alone anymore. Jackson helped when it came to a distraction but it was only so long that their relationship was going to last before it broke. She could already see the fraying at the edges.
Sawyer was someone that she wanted to be friends with but didn't dare because of the reputation she would gain. Lydia wanted to be the bigger person and say that she didn't care about all of that but then it would be a lie. Because she did care. A lot. Maybe, even a little too much. But, when Lydia looked at the blonde hair blue eyes flannel wearing girl she secretly wished she could be like her. When she was hanging around her she felt like she was invincible and she didn't care what people thought.
Over the past few weeks though she watched as Sawyer was changing. The girl never truly had any friends but now she seemed glue to Scott McCall and…Stiles side? The only reason that she knew about Scott was that of Allison never shutting up. Stiles, she knew about because it seemed that the boy was never far from her sight and never far from Scott's side. She didn't understand why Sawyer was starting to hang out with them.
It all started the day after winter break. Ever since then Sawyer had been seen around Scott and Stiles and to be honest it confused her. Everything about Sawyer shouldn't be mixed with Stiles and Scott yet as she watched them, it confirmed everything about it. Then there was the point of her party. After she had been done making out with Jackson she found Sawyer's jacket on the ground and a glimpse of the girl running into the forest. She looked to be in a hurry and Lydia thought she should run after them but she knew she was way too drunk to follow her.
Lydia hadn't brought it up but that didn't mean she wasn't curious. At first, she thought it was drugs but immediately threw that thought out because Sawyer couldn't afford drugs. She then thought that it was because she drank too much but when Sawyer gave the excuse Lydia had a hard time believing her. Then there was the fact Scott had somehow gotten better at lacrosse like it was nothing, something that pissed Jackson off to no end. Something was off with the two and she wanted to figure it out before something bad had happened.
There was a sound of clashing and Lydia looked up. She couldn't see anything and be thinking that everything was okay she looked back down to her phone. Taking a leap of faith, she hit the contact number and her phone dialed the number. After three rings she had picked up, "Lydia?" Sawyer answered the phone with a breathy voice. It almost sounded as if she had been running for a long period of time. There was a yelp in the background a disgruntled voice than the sound of someone getting hit.
"Sawyer, hey, if this is a bad time I can call back." Lydia said cautiously worried that she might off called at a bad time.
"No, you're fine. I'm just training my new dog is all, little shit doesn't want to follow orders."
Lydia let out a chuckle and started admiring herself in the mirror. Her makeup was a little smudge and she wanted to make sure she looked perfect tonight, "I remember how Prada was when she was a little puppy."
"You mean that thing was tinier once?"
Lydia let out a very unladylike snort, "Don't insult Prada, at least she looks like a dog. From, what I take it yours is more like a little beast."
"Oh, you have no idea how right you are." Sawyer said and Lydia got the feeling that she was talking about something else. It was like she was out of the loop again and she hated it. Why was it whenever something happened people felt the need to let her out of the loop? Did they think that she couldn't handle it? Because she could. Just because she was pretty didn't mean she needed to be treated like a damsel in distress. "So," Sawyer said, "What's the point of this call?"
"To talk, that's usually what cell phones are used for anyway."
"Really? That's their purpose, I thought they were used for apps like CandyCrush."
"Say something like that again and I will hang up on you. Which is sad because I'm in the middle of waiting for Jackson at the video store." Lydia said deadpanned into her vanity mirror. She had just finished fixing her foundation and she moved on to her lip gloss. She closed her eyes and sighed, "I was thinking about what you said in the store today, about Jackson, and I…" She trailed off looking up into the store thinking she was going to longingly at Jackson.
Instead, she was met with a different sight. One that made her heart beat faster and butterflies to erupt in her stomach. She could feel her breathing becoming more strained and Lydia didn't understand it but all she felt was fear. The store lights were flickers and some of the shelves seemed to have collapsed over. Her abrupt stop to her sentence did not go unnoticed by Sawyer.
"Lydia?" she heard her ask, "Is this supposed to be a dramatic pause because if so, it's uncomfortably long."
Lydia made an unwise decision and got out the car her phone still to her ear. She closed her drive door shut and stood in front of the store windows. She squinted her green eyes trying to see Jackson or anything else that was in the store.
"Lydia you're really starting to freak me out." Sawyer's concerned voice said from the other line but she still couldn't reply. She couldn't find the words, she didn't know what to say or how to say, it was on the tip of her tongue but she just couldn't get it out.
Suddenly, the glass window broke and something ran out of it. Something that didn't look human and most certainly not like a mountain lion. It flew past her not even sparing a glance but as Lydia watched the…creature run away she dropped her phone Sawyer's now very concerned voice fading away. Lydia felt dizzy and the uncomfortable feeling in her gut only grew stronger.
Lydia opened her mouth and screamed.
Sawyer and Cassidy were in the middle of trying to train Ozzy to growl on demand when she got the call. As soon as Lydia had trailed off and not responded to her in over ten seconds she started growing scared. Once she had heard the scream Sawyer had taken Cassidy and Ozzy, thrown them into her car, and drove off to the video store. She sped through the roads ignoring half of California's traffic laws and was at the video store in less than five minutes. Which was pretty amazing considering she lived fifteen minutes away from it.
She had pulled into the parking lot like she was in a Fast and Furious movie. Slamming the breaks, she put her car into park and rushed out of it running over to Lydia. She was standing there shell-shocked staring in the direction of the woods. Her breathing was coming out in tiny little breaths and Sawyer could see that she was shaking. Lydia was clutching herself and her whole body was shivering but not from the cold.
"Sawyer!" Her brother's scared voice called out and she turned around to see a smashed video store window. Except instead of it being smashed it looked like something had dive bombed right through it. Using her hearing, Sawyer tilted her head to the side and heard a fast-paced heartbeat coming from inside the store.
"Oh my god." She breathed out and ran into the store by jumping through the broken window. Sawyer could smell blood from inside the store. As she slowly walked through the aisles, the light flickering red, she took note of the smashed shelves and a latter that was in the middle of a row. She smelled a lot of blood and she looked to her right to see the dead body of the cashier. She had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. Slash marks littered the man and Sawyer knew that this was the Alpha's doing.
There was a moaning sound not too far away and that's when she saw him. Lying on the ground looking half dead. She panicked and her body went into survival mode. "CALL 911!" She screamed at Cassidy as she ran to Jackson who was buried by a shelf. Sawyer took the shelf in one hand used all of her strength to lift it off of Jackson. She overestimated how much she could lift because the shelf ended up flying against the wall shattering into little wooden pieces.
She leaned down and carefully placed her hand on the back of Jackson's shoulder. He flinched immediately, "It's me." She said trying to calm him down, "It's Sawyer Rhodes, we sit next to each other in biology."
"Is it gone?" He asked with a slight whimper. His whole body shaking even as she put her a calming hand on him.
Sawyer nodded her head, "Yeah, it's gone." She then pulled on him a little, "Come on, we need to get you up."
She then helped him to his feet and she slung his one arm over his shoulder. Together they both walked out of the store and Sawyer made sure that Jackson avoided seeing the dead body. She had managed to get him to Lydia's car, who was still looking out to the forest, and she leaned him against it. Cassidy was standing next to Lydia looking like he was trying to understand something. His brown eyes narrowed in confusion and Sawyer listened to the one-sided conversation. It wasn't really a conversation though, just Lydia repeating the same words over and over again.
"It's not a mountain lion, it's not a mountain lion, it's not a mountain lion."
Taking pity on her Sawyer made sure that Jackson was alright before walking over to Lydia. "Lydia." She asked carefully, "Are you alright?"
The girl stopped chanting and squeezed her eyes shut as Sawyer made her way next to her. She saw her take a deep ragged breath and breath it out slowly tears starting to leak from the corner of her eyes. She was shivering slightly and finally with a big gasp Lydia opened her eyes again, "It wasn't a mountain lion." She said to her.
Sawyer frowned and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Lydia took this as a cue to lean into her and cry on her shoulder. Sawyer was shocked at first and didn't know what to do and gave her brother a panicked looked. He motioned for her to hug and back and Sawyer did so but with much contempt, hey she wasn't a hugger. She tried soothing the sobbing girl down by rubbing her back like a child and gently rocked her back and forth.
Finally, Lydia pulled back once the sound of police sirens came. Sawyer looked at the crying girl and she looked so un Lydia like. Her make-up was all over the place due to the sobbing, her hair was a wreck, and to top it all off her cheeks were very splotchy. Lydia looked to Sawyer, "What do I tell them?" She asked her through sniffles.
"Not the truth." Sawyer explained sadly, "Say it was a mountain lion, they'll believe you."
"I want to believe me." She then sniffled again, "Sawyer, that wasn't a mountain lion. It was…" She struggled to find the words to describe it.
Sawyer rushed forward and put both of her hands-on top of Lydia's shoulders, "A problem that you don't have to deal with." She finished for her while looking into Lydia's green eyes. "If you want to believe that it was a mountain lion then believe it was a mountain lion." Lydia then understood what she was saying and nodded her head. Sawyer then looked over to Cassidy and the sirens blaring only coming closer. She looked off into the woods in the same direction that Lydia had been looking.
"Cassidy," She said as she walked towards the tree line more. The scent of the Alpha filling her nostrils, "Make sure they're alright."
"Where are you going?!" He called after her in fear.
"It doesn't matter, just watch over them!" She hollered back and then took off sprinting.
Running through the woods felt much more natural to her then it probably should have. It felt like coming home for the first time. The fresh air, all the space, and the ability to just be free felt so good to her. Even though she was looking for a bloodthirsty Alpha she couldn't help but feel a little bit good. As she took another big gulp of air in she could tell that she was losing the Alpha's scent. Wherever he or she was going they were trying to throw her off.
Trusting her instincts, she followed the scent as far as she could before it faded away. She had no idea how far she had run but she knew that it was far. She looked around the area that the scent had died around with confusion. It was a place that was familiar to her, a place that was stuck somewhere in the back of her mind. An old barn or mill that seemed to be falling apart.
Slowly down, she entered the run-down area and looked around with interest. Why would the Alpha come here or all places? It hadn't looked used in years and if Sawyer had to guess from the inches of dust the Alpha hadn't used this place either. She then looked at the center of the room to see that a shape was carved into the ground.
Her heart dropped as she crept forward to see what it was. Her breath becoming shallower she saw what the shape was. The symbol that the Alpha had made in her dreams. The symbol that was circular in shape and so unfinished. The one symbol that made Derek Hale afraid and Sawyer couldn't help but feel the same way.
There was a crashing noise from behind her and she whipped around to see what it was. When she saw that it was just a rabbit she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. "Stupid rabbit, you scared the hell out of me." She said to it and started making shooing motioning with her hands. The rabbit then scurried away and Sawyer almost chastised herself for being afraid of something so stilly.
The only thing that stopped her was the hair on the ends of her arms standing up. The low growl coming from behind her and the overwhelming stench of the Alpha. Slowly, Sawyer turned around to see the glowing red eyes of the Alpha. Her lower lip was quivering in fear, she had no idea what to do and she wanted to yell at herself for doing something so stupid and reckless. The Alpha stared at her with those terrifying eyes and Sawyer half waited for the thing to kill her.
It didn't though. Instead, it brought one of its claws down and wrapped it around her neck. She could feel the sharp claws digging into the flesh of the back of her neck. The pain caused her to go down to her knees while some tears leaked from her eyes. She felt like her eyes rolled into the back of her head and suddenly she was seeing things that she had never seen before.
She was running around the Hale house again only thing time someone was chasing her. Someone that wasn't Cora or her mother. Then she was in the middle of the cemetery wearing a black dress while placing flowers over a grave. A strong hand placed itself on her shoulder and Sawyer looked up to see who it was but the sun was blocking her ability to see. Then she was in this place again only this time she was younger and her mother was crying hysterically while Talia Hale whispered something to her.
"It's the only way." Talia said while clutching her mother a look of guilt crossing her face. "You know they'll come after her now."
"But she's not…" Her mother trailed off into another fit of tears.
Talia shook her head, "It won't matter to them."
Then there was a man cradling her. She was lying against his chest half asleep and she could feel him rub her back gently. He was humming a song and Sawyer knew that this man was important, she could feel it in her bones, but she could not remember the face.
Then suddenly the pain in the back of her neck was back as the Alpha ripped its claws from her neck. She cried out and put her hand on the back of her neck which felt like it was on fire. She looked to the Alpha that almost seemed to be in a state of shock and looked at her like she was on fire. For a moment the monstrous creature in front of her didn't look monstrous it looked scared and sad. For one second Sawyer was not afraid of this creature, but pitied him.
They stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Not one of them to dare move first out of fear for what the other might do. Sawyer opened her mouth to ask it a question but the Alpha opened its mouth and let out a loud howl. The howl caused Sawyer's head to go spinning and she fell to the ground again this time face first. A growing tiredness growing over her and just before she closed her eyes she saw the Alpha turn human one more time. He walked away and Sawyer still hadn't seen his face.
Sawyer was woken up by somebody kicking her in the ribs. She let out a large groan and slowly put her arms in front of her to prop herself up. Seeing as she had no strength however and was stiff as a board she had ended up just rolling herself to the side instead. The action caused her winced and groan again. Another kick then went to her ribs and she blinked her eyes a couple of times and looked up to see the glaring face of one Derek Hale.
She raised her hand trying to block the obnoxious sunlight from burning her eyes. Once they had finally adjusted Sawyer managed to prop herself up onto her elbows and scrunch her face at Derek. His glare was strong but she was starting to think that maybe that was just his face. "What time is it?" she asked.
Derek raised an eyebrow, "You've been missing for almost fifteen hours." He said and Sawyer widened her eyes. "I had to talk Cassidy down from calling the police and getting a search party for you."
"Shit." She whispered and pulled herself up from the ground. She looked down at her jeans and dusted off the dirt and dried mud that was there. She then squinted her eyes at Derek again, "How did you manage to find me?"
Derek snorted, "Jackson had said that he didn't know where you were so that lead me to find Cassidy. Poor kid looked like he hadn't slept and that's when it all just came out about you running into the woods."
"What about my mom?" She asked.
Derek shrugged his shoulders, "I think Cassidy lied and said you were sleeping over at a friend's house."
Sawyer snorted and stretched out her back. Then her hands instantly went to the still fresh half-moon shaped marks on the back of her neck. Derek caught the action and forcefully turned her around looking at the marks.
"Again?" He asked whispering but it seemed that it was mostly to himself that to her.
"I found him." Sawyer confessed, "And he did something to me. Made me see things that I don't remember seeing. Memories that I don't have as a child but I know that they were mine."
Sawyer turned back around and looked Derek in his eyes. She noticed that his pale green-grey ones seemed to be deep in thought about something. His eyes then met hers and something flicked in them and his own hand went to the back of his neck. She could tell that he was thinking of something and it was times like this that Sawyer wished she could read minds. No, instead she was stuck with werewolf powers and people trying to kill her along with an Alpha with some serious issues.
"Sometimes, if they want to, Alpha's have this ability to see into our memories."
"Yeah, but, these are memories that I don't remember. Of events that never happened to me." She said shaking her head at him.
"Or maybe they did." He said, "And you just don't remember them because someone else took them away. The Alpha must want you to remember them for some reason."
Sawyer closed her eyes and thought back to the events she saw. She was trying to clear things up in her mind. Trying to remember at least one specific detail in there that could help her out and everything lead her back to the scene at a graveyard. She had flowers in her hand and she was placing them on a headstone. She told herself to focus on the headstone, what did it look like, what did it say? Then it came into view.
Here Lies Luka Emilio Hale
A Loving Father and Husband
May He Rest In Peace Now.
March 23, 1961, to June 21, 1999
Sawyer opened her eyes with a gasp and looked to Derek. His glare turned into one of concern and put a hand on her shoulder. "What?" He asked staring at her. Sawyer then thought back to the picture she had seen so many times in Cora's room. The one of her father that she had barely known, the one that died when she was four years old. She thought about how much Derek looked like his mother but with his father's coloring. With the ink black hair and the green-grey eyes.
"Derek, what was your father's name." She asked numbly.
Derek blinked a few times, "Luka, why?" He asked and Sawyer stumbled back.
She grabbed Derek's hand and together they both ran out of the barn everything in her body protesting. She looked around to for his car but did not see it. He must have run here instead and Sawyer silently cursed him for doing so. From here, she had a rough estimation of where the graveyard was and so taking Derek's hand she ran.
He didn't question her but instead, let her lead. Her let her run probably think that she needed to this. Together than ran through the forest going faster than any normal could. She didn't even pay attention to the passing scenery because she was so focused on getting to the graveyard. She had to know why she was there at the funeral. She wanted to know whose hand was on her shoulder and why she couldn't have seen his face.
Pushing her legs faster and jumping over multiple branches and stumps Derek and Sawyer had finally made it to the edge of the cemetery. The light of the mid-day made the cemetery almost beautiful and she found it odd that a place with such sorrow could look so beautiful. She found that the place was oddly silent. She couldn't here any small animals running around, not even the chirp of a bird.
Slowing down, Sawyer let go of Derek's hand and walked into the graveyard. She had no idea where his tombstone was but Sawyer did not have to look long for it. It was one of the biggest more glamorous gravestones in the entire graveyard and Sawyer thought that it sorts of fit. The Hales was one of the wealthiest families in Beacon Hills, so of course, the gravestone of one of them would have to show it.
Derek trailed slowly behind her and she could tell that he was reluctant to do so. When they had made it to the tombstone of Luca she saw that he was buried in a long line of Hales. She also noted that it was different then from the last time she had seen it. It was bigger and slightly flashier than the last time she had seen it.
"Mom got it changed for their anniversary one year." Derek told her and she hadn't realized she had said the last part out loud. "Said he deserved better than something so simple." He walked towards the tombstone and put his hand on it. He brushed off some of the dirt that seemed to be on it and for once she saw Derek look truly sad. He wasn't angry or upset he was just sad while looking at the grave of his father.
It hit her that Cora might have been four when he died but Derek was ten and Laura fourteen. Cora would have the bliss of not truly remembering the man that her father was. While Derek and Laura would have to suffer from the fact that their father would never come home again. Sawyer looked to Derek in a new light.
"It hurt when we learned about it. Mom hardly talked for months and when she did it wasn't the same. Laura had thrown herself into becoming the new Alpha and I…" He trailed off, "I just wanted the pain to stop."
"It didn't stop, did it." Sawyer said and Derek nodded his head closing his eyes shut and balling his hands into a fist.
"Mom never really said how he died only that he did, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened."
"The Argents." Sawyer said softly and the look on Derek's face confirmed her answer. "They killed him."
"Yeah, said that it was provoked and that it was in self-defense but I know- knew my dad." He took a deep breath and stared at her, "He was kind and gentle, he wouldn't do anything to harm anyone. All he ever wanted to do was to help."
"The good ones never last." Sawyer said and sighed, "My grandparents died in a car accident a couple years ago. They were good people and doing nothing wrong, just coming home from getting their groceries, when some old Asshole decided that he could drive without his glasses." She let some of the tears fall from her eyes, "It took me awhile to come to terms with it. But, it still hurt thinking about them. But, I'm afraid that if I don't think about them I'll forget them and, Derek, I don't want to forget the sound of their voice."
He was silent for a few moments. Just looking at the grave while she crying silently thinking about her dead grandparents. Oh, what a pair that they made together and she saw that maybe the two weren't as different after all. That the two had way more in common then they would want to think.
"Have you ever played mini gold before?" Derek asked her.
Sawyer wiped the tears away from her face, "What?"
"Mini- golf have you ever played it before?"
"Umm… no, not really."
"You want to?" He asked while putting his hands in his pocket. His voice sounded different, dare she say it he almost sounded cheerful.
"Sure?" She said but Sawyer wasn't too sure about it.
"You know for someone who has never done this before you're actually pretty good at it." Derek said as he leaned on the laughably small golf club.
He had driven her thirty minutes out of town so they could play mini golf at Mr. Putters. Thinking that nine holes were going to be enough they had set out and soon the game had turned very competitive. She had chosen her club and soon after the third hole both had discovered that Sawyer was a natural at this.
Sawyer wiggled her hips and bit and got ready to swing. "I think I heard somewhere that it's all it the butt wiggle."
"That is the stupidest thing that I have ever heard." Derek said.
Sawyer then swung and watched to her amusement as the ball rolled perfectly through the course. It landed only a few inches away from the hole and did far better than Derek's ball had. She turned around and Sawyer gave Derek a cocky smirk while raising an eyebrow, "You sure about that?"
He rolled his eyes and twirled then club, "Still didn't make it in."
"Still better than you." She shot back.
He huffed and walked up to his ball. He took his stance and swung. His ball actually rolled right past hers, causing it to go into the hole, and bounced off the wooden railing. It then rolled backward and when it stopped it was nearly back to the starting position. Sawyer waited a couple of seconds before busting out laughing. She was laughing so hard that she had to clutch her stomach and kneeled over slightly because it hurt so much.
She turned back to him and he was wearing a look of disbelief on his face. "You are so bad at this!" She exclaimed and pointed her finger at him. Derek frown but she couldn't help but notice the slight tilt the corner of his mouth did upward. He found it just as funny as she did but he didn't want to admit it because that would mean that he had a funny bone.
"I was never this bad as a kid."
"It's must be because you're so old now."
"Old?" He scoffed, "I'm twenty-one!"
Sawyer grabbed her ball from the hole and waved her arm moving onto the next hole. She gestured for Derek to do the same and he grudging took his ball and placed it on the ground. He did her little hip shake and to ball landed closer to the hole in the ground. Sawyer rolled her eyes and did the same thing she had been doing since last time. She swung the putter and her ball landed closer than Derek's.
"So why did you take me here of all places?" She asked while walking over to her ball.
Derek aligned his putter with the ball and did a few practice swings. "I used to come here all the time with my dad and grandma." He then paused and looked back at her, "It was the only time that I ever got to feel human." Then he swung and the ball rolled forward, although he only did slightly better than las time. The ball still had not made it into the hole and Sawyer was wondering if he was always this bad.
Walking up to her ball she made sure that her putter was in the right place. Wiggling her hips, she lightly tapped the ball and it went into the hole much to Derek's frustration. "So, you were born a werewolf?" She asked.
He nodded his head, "Yeah."
"So, does that mean that all people who are werewolves will have werewolf babies."
Derek shook his head, "No, it's like any genetic disease, sometimes it skips a generation or a kid. You can never truly predict who get's it. I had some cousins who were human and my one aunt was one my mother's side. They're all dead though, burned in the fire." He said it so casually that Sawyer thought that he said it just to make the situation more depressing.
"Hey, Derek." She asked as he took a swing, the ball made it closer than last time but still not in the hole. "Why do you think the Alpha treats me differently then, Scott?"
Derek stopped and turned around he face deep in concentration, "I think it wants something from you specifically. With Scott, it's easy to tell what it wants from him, but with you it's different. It's almost as if he's wanting you to remember something."
"The symbol," She said thinking of the circular shape, "What does it mean?"
"It means revenge."
"So, it wants revenge against me?" She asked pointing her index figure at herself.
Derek shook his head frowning, "No," He said quietly, "I think it wants revenge for you." He then turned around dramatically and hit his golf ball causing it to finally role into the hole. Sawyer only half paid attention though, as she was too busy thinking about while the Alpha wanted revenge for her.
And why a small part of her hoped that he succeeded.
Ehhhhee. So, I'm totally making up the whole backstory about Derek's father because Teen Wolf just decided that the rest of the Hale family wasn't important. Next part should have more Scott, Stiles, and Cassidy in it. I also have Lydia being involved more because if there was any big crime on the show it was Lydia always being left out of the loop.