Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Wow. I finished Everyone's Secret ... Oh gosh. Waaah! I can't even believe I ended this! Thank you for reading and reviewing and staying with Derek and Mary. All of you guys were great and I appreciate you reading this. (8 Enjoy the epilogue of Everyone's Secret, and please review. (: Thank you! :D

Epilogue.

The sunrise was the most beautiful thing Derek had seen that morning, next to Chloe, of course. But Chloe wasn't a thing, so he didn't think she actually counted. The sky was an endless color of orange, pink, and yellow, as the sun rose from the treetops in the distance. He sighed as he tilted his head back to follow the colors. Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips gently press against his cheek.

Derek turned and looked down to see his little Chloe Saunders, the Necromancer he had met at Lyle House and had immediately fallen in love with. She was petite with strawberry blonde hair and large eyes he found so adorable. Derek wasn't one for sappy romance, but whenever he was around her he sure did feel like a sap. All of the history they shared helped him not to care about feeling sappy about Chloe, though. The love he had for her sufficed.

"What was that for?" he asked her as she grabbed a hold of his arm and holding it against her, pressing her body against the side of his. She sighed and looked up at the sky.

"Because you looked so peaceful. Since when is the mind of Derek Souza everat peace?" she teased. "So I thought I'd seize the moment."

Derek chuckled and pressed her head against his chest, combing his fingers through her jaw-length hair. It had been three years since they'd escaped from the Edison Group and found his and Simon's father. They stayed on the run for a few months after that before they decided to build their own home, making room for Chloe, her aunt Dr. Lauren Fellows, and apparently Simon's newfound half-sister Tori Enright. It was a nice cabin home, just on the edge of the province, Alberta, in Canada.

"You bring peace to my mind," he whispered, and Chloe grasped the front of his dark sleep shirt, embracing him with her thin arms. He wrapped his own thick arms around her frail body and held her lovingly. He felt so at peace, so calm, so relaxed with Chloe in his arms.

"Derek …" she whispered before shutting her own eyes and pursing her lips.

Their moment lasted a while longer until Derek's nose picked up a couple of odd scents drifting through the air, and they were nearing them as time progressed. Derek's eyebrows knitted together, confused of the scent. He figured it just a stray dog, or a wolf even, since they were near the forest, but he very well knew the scents of canines. This scent smelled as if it wanted to be canine, but wasn't completely.

A scent that could only belong to a werewolf.

Heart racing, he maneuvered Chloe behind him as he inched further towards the scent, trying to sniff it out. Chloe's eyebrows narrowed.

"Derek? What is it?" she asked, clinging to his elbow. He raised his hand to silent her, and she immediately fell quiet.

This was strange. They had been living here for three years, and not once had he ever smelled the scent of a werewolf, let alone more than one. He was just about to tell Chloe to go back into the cabin behind them when a voice echoed through the trees, causing his entire internal system to shut down in his body, jaw slightly hanging open.

"Ethan! Don't stray too far from me!" she called in distress. "Mattie—Mathew! Come back here!"

Derek gulped as his eyes began to gradually widen. Chloe's eyebrows remained knitted together.

"Who is that?" she whispered.

But Derek ignored her. His mind was completely transfixed on the voice as every memory and moment crashed into his thoughts. That beautiful girl he had met years ago … long, black hair; the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen; miniscule height but attaining such a curvaceous bodice … What had been her name? That girl … that she-wolf … What had been her name?

Two small boys immediately ran out into the clearing a few hundred yards from Chloe and him, and he could see their faces clearly. They were darling boys, perhaps either two or three years of age, and they were identical. Black shaggy hair topped their heads, and their eyes glistened like bright emerald gems. Each wore a wide smile as they giggled like crazed children.

A woman stumbled out after them, her face flustered and slightly irritated. Her body was petite, but her form was quite curvy. Glossy black hair was sliced just below her jaw, tickling her neck. Her full lips were pulled into a frown, and the identical green eyes as the two small boys were narrowed.

Her body stilled when she finally caught a hold of her two rambunctious boys. Derek feared to see the full front of her face, to fully absorb her features, yet he longed for it all at once.

What was her name … he continued to think. What was her name?

The woman shut her eyes and a breeze blew past them, the both of them fully grasping the others off scent. She opened her jade gems and turned his way, and Derek felt his breath catch in her throat.

Mary … Her name was Mary.

Derek struggled to tear his gaze away from her, but when he succeeded, his gaze involuntarily fell to the two boys whose hands she held. They were fussy and tugged at their arms to release them from their mother's grasp. When he really focused on the two boys, Derek could feel his stomach churn.

They had his face. Both boys looked exactly like Derek. How was that even possible? Mary had never been pregnant while at Lyle House.

But what if she hadn't known? He did remember that night out by the toolshed outside of the group home. What if that one and only time was what brought these children into existence?

Derek was feeling sick. He couldn't have really gotten a girl pregnant. Those two toddler boys couldn't really be his own kin. Though they were werewolves as well and looked so much like him—mind the green eyes they'd inherited from Mary—they couldn't really be his.

But when Derek's eyes met Mary's again, he read the utter sadness that swam in their vast color. And when he saw her sadness, he knew he fathered them. Those two baby boys were his.

He stared at Mary in disbelief, completely in the dark about her pregnancy, about these boys. Her eyes darted from him to Chloe, who poked out from behind him like a small child, and when they met Derek's green eyes again, she smiled the saddest smile he'd ever seen, which made his body cringe again.

After smiling at him one last time, she whispered to her children that it was time to go home. She finally turned her back on him, which struck Derek the hardest. Now he'd never see her face again. The boys simultaneously looked over their shoulders back at him, as if they knew Derek was their father, and then continued to struggle from Mary's grasp. They complained unintelligibly and begged to be lifted. Sighing, Mary gave in and wrapped her arms around their bodies, cradling them on either of her hips. She disappeared into the trees.

"Derek?" Chloe said softly. He bit his bottom lip and realized tears were falling from his face. "Derek, who was she?"

"Her name is Mary," he said, "and we shared a secret that became everyone's secret."