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Chapter 51 – Part 1
Stiles
No one woke up until Sunday morning. The last few days had drained us completely; stress, as well as lack of sleep and proper meals, taking its toll.
When I woke up, I had Derek on one side of me, curled around my back. Harley was on the other side, huddled in a little ball against my chest. I hadn't wanted to let the boy go, hadn't wanted him to leave my sight. I suppose it helped that he didn't want to leave my side, the kid holding onto me as tightly as he could. The two of them were still asleep when I opened my eyes, trying not to move too much, so I didn't wake them up. It was still strange having someone wrapped around my back, arm draped over me. It was an odd feeling and, at times, it scared me. I couldn't forget the way Zane had tried to touch me, tried to be affectionate, like that. Sometimes I had to work to remember that it was Derek. That Derek wouldn't be like Zane, was nothing like him. Unfortunately, it didn't work all the time.
Looking down, I watched fingers, on the hand connected to the arm Derek had over me, gently brush against Harley's back, subconsciously soothing the boy. It was, I dared to say, adorable. Smiling slightly, I bent my head slowly, pressing a soft kiss against the kid's forehead. All Harley gave was a soft snuffle, hugging Phantasia closer to his chest, his hand curling into my shirt, slightly. I moved my hand as slowly as I could, lightly carding my fingers through the boy's hair. He sighed against me, sleepily, cuddling closer. It amazed me just how young Harley was, how naïve he was to the world around him. His innocence, whilst endearing, was terrifying all the same. I doubted he realised what kind of person Genesis was, doubted he knew the name we gave to those people. I doubted he knew people like Genesis existed. In a way, I was grateful that he didn't know just how awful some people could be, relieved he didn't know about the seedy underbelly of the world. Of course, it meant he would be as cautious as he should, no matter if he could read the minds of others.
"Stop thinking." Derek's voice sounded, suddenly.
My entire body jolted lightly, tensing for a moment. I hadn't noticed a change in Derek's breathing or heartbeat, even though he was pressed against my back! Derek's voice was rough but warm with sleep, barely a murmur in my ear. The words vibrated through me, rumbling more than they would if Derek was fully awake. His arm didn't move from around me, his fingers continuing to brush against Harley's back, the pressure increased slightly now he was slightly aware of what was going on around him.
"Not thinking," I whispered, continuing to stroke through Harley's hair, not entirely knowing what to do with myself.
What was I supposed to do? Did I move away? Did I move further back? Was I supposed to turn around? Did I keep talking to Derek, with my back to him? It turned out, however, I didn't have to do anything, what with Derek wriggling himself closer to me. The Alpha dropped his head against the back of my neck, his lips softly brushing against the skin there. It was a gentle pressure, a barely-there sensation that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel Derek breathing deeply at the crook of my neck, the warmth from his exhales strange against my skin.
I couldn't tell if I liked it or not.
"Yes, you are." Derek chuckled, nuzzling his face against my skin. "He's fine, Stiles. Genesis didn't touch him; Harley's safe."
"I know that." I sighed, my chest clenching.
For a moment, Derek didn't say anything. He didn't have to. He could feel what I was, could tell what my emotions were doing. He had seen me when Harley had been missing. Derek knew, so he didn't have to ask. Derek lifted his head slightly as his arm tightened marginally, pressing small kisses to whatever part of me he could reach – my neck, my shoulder, the top of my back, my head.
"We need to talk about this," Derek told me, his voice soft. "But, right now, it's…. Five in the morning. I say we grab a couple more hours sleep, before we have to deal with the others and, later, we can have a proper conversation about this. When we're both feeling more alive."
I just nodded, conscious that my body was moving on its own, towards the warmth of Derek's chest. His face stayed buried in my neck, the feeling of him breathing flowing over my skin.
"He's here, Stiles," Derek whispered to me. "That's all that matters right now."
I suppose, in a way, he was right.
Derek and I didn't get up until, about, nine that morning. We were still the only ones awake, the others taking advantage of not having to impress another Pack or stay up late researching. Not wanting to leave Harley alone, Derek scooped the boy up in his arms, carrying him so we didn't have to wake him up. Harley needed his sleep more than any of us.
No matter what, Derek kept Harley in his arms, holding the boy to him as tightly as he saw fit. Whenever Harley would make a sound in his sleep, whether of distress or otherwise, Derek would lightly shush him, rocking slightly as he brushed a large palm down the kid's back. I caught myself, countless times, watching Derek with Harley. Watching how Harley would snuggle closer, burying as close to Derek as possible, his face hidden in Derek's neck; watching the little smile on Derek's face. Being a parental figure seemed to suit Derek to a T. It was more predominant Harley, but it was also there for the Betas, especially Isaac. The way Derek handled them all, treated them all…. He was more than a friend or a brother – to a lot of them. He was more than an Alpha, just like we were all more than a Pack. We were a family. A family I had long given up on having.
It was hard to keep my eyes off of Derek and Harley long enough to make breakfast. Nothing too fancy, but substantial none the less. A fry up seemed like a good plan. It was as if I was on autopilot, moving around the kitchen, long since perfecting the breakfast routine, no matter what was made.
"Want any help?" Derek asked, quietly, leaning his head against Harley's slightly.
"Nah, I'm good." I smiled over my shoulder. "You both look too comfy, anyway."
And they did. Derek was leaning back in his chair, Harley perched on his chest, Derek's eyes gently closing every now and then for a second too long. Derek didn't argue with me, only giving a light snort.
If anyone had told me a year ago that I would be where I was, I would have laughed in their face Probably would have questioned their mental stability. I never would have thought I'd have friends – a family. It was kind of overwhelming at times….
"Do you realise, I've been living with you guys for exactly a year today?" I mused, turning back to the food. "It's absolutely crazy."
"Why's it crazy?" Derek frowned, turning his chair slightly.
"I just didn't think I'd still be here. I thought I'd be gone after a few weeks."
With the way Derek's scent changed, I was glad I had my back to him. It was a mix of different emotions, angry and sad being only two of them.
I didn't hear Derek get up. I didn't even know he had moved until he was next to me, carefully moving an arm from Harley to wrap it around me, gently pressing me into his side. Leaning against the Alpha wolf, I took in the scent of him and Harley, letting it surround me. I couldn't begin to describe just how comforting it was, how at ease it made me feel.
"We never would have kicked you out," Derek whispered to me, resting his chin on the top of my head. "You were one of us from the first day you helped Isaac. None of us may have known, but it's true. You weren't getting rid of us that easy."
"I know, what with how you all kept badgering me." I smiled.
"You can't deny that it worked."
Chuckling softly, I pushed myself away from Derek, turning my head up to look at him. Derek's eyes had to be one of my many favourite things about him. The colour, their warmth…. Everything. There was just something about them that drew me to him, something that seemed to sparkle. Not literally sparkle, but…. I didn't know how to describe it. It was like there's a hint of something in them, something I could identify or knew the name of. The deep forest green of his eyes was so familiar, so known, that it made me feel safe. Made me feel like I was home.
"You know, if you want to help, you could put the coffee on," I told him, giving Derek a gentle push. "Don't think either of us wants to be faced with caffeine-deprived Betas."
Everyone, including Sam, was quite reserved. With everything that had happened over the past few days, with the stress and lack of sleep, everyone seemed rather lethargic and overwhelmed. There was a lot of reassuring touches, especially when it came to Harley – a hand running through his hair, a hand on his shoulder. Just little things. Harley would lean into the touches, actively seeking them from the others.
It was after breakfast, after Charlie had to go off to work, we were all gathered in the living room, in our usual seats but huddled closer together. Music, from my laptop, played quietly in the background, keeping us all from the deafening silence. Harley was content to just sit on my lap, his little fingers tracing patterns on the backs and palms of my hands. He kept the hood of his Panda kigarumi on his head, his fringe falling into his eyes ever so slightly. Harley hadn't spoken since we got him back. He hadn't said anything since I had said for him to close his eyes. He only slept when with Derek and me, even then it was fitful. He gestured mainly, shrugging or nodding or shaking his head. It didn't matter who was speaking to him, that's all he would do. He barely smiled, even when he did it wasn't with his eyes. He didn't laugh, he barely made eye contact…. He barely went to anyone that wasn't me or Derek, not even Peter.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
Leaning slightly further back into Derek, resting my head against Derek's shoulder, I ran my hand through the small tuft of Harley's hair that was not covered by his hood. It always seemed to calm him, make him relax even just slightly. Unfortunately, Harley stayed tense, his muscles pulled taught under his skin. Every little sound made him jump, his mind seemingly faraway whenever someone tried to talk to him. I paid more attention to Harley, compared to anything else. My name had to be called multiple times before I would respond, Derek sometimes having to nudge me to get my attention. It was hard to pay attention when all I wanted was to find a way to take away the memories from Harley. I didn't want him to have to remember. But I didn't know how to help him.
Holding Harley a little tighter, closing my eyes, all I wanted was to put all thoughts of what happened out of my mind, to just be happy that Harley was back home, safe. I was sure Harley wanted that too. Unfortunately, it was something that would stay with him for a long time. If I had had someone to talk to me about it all, maybe I would be able to help Harley, to know what to say and how to act. I had been alone then. But, hopefully, Harley wouldn't. If I could figure out how and what to say or do.
It was at that moment that the side of Derek's head rested gently on mine, his hair softly brushing my forehead. He shifted slightly until I slid a little closer into him, his hand rubbing my arm slightly. I knew Derek could tell what was going through my head, how he knew I couldn't tell exactly, but he knew. Derek always seemed to know. I wasn't completely sure how I felt about that if I was honest.
Sighing quietly, I just stared up at the ceiling. I was at a loss. What was I, in all honesty, supposed to do? You didn't get taught what to do in any situation such as this one, you didn't get told what to say or how to act. Mainly because it was still somewhat of a taboo subject. Not just rape or paedophilia, but attempted rape or paedophilia as well. No one spoke about it. Some of those affected didn't speak about it. So, of course, there would be no answer! Well, that and the fact that everybody would be affected and would react differently. There wasn't one answer for everyone! There never was! No one was the same and Harley was hardly a typical child.
What am I supposed to do?
The, almost, silent ticking of the clock echoed inside of me, rattling every bone in my body. As time went on, instead of beginning to relax, Harley just got tenser. His little body was drawn tight, like a deer preparing to dart away at a second's notice. Every move he made felt like a flinch and, every time, my stomach dropped just a little bit more. It got to the point where I just…. I just couldn't handle his pain anymore.
So, I finally decided on what I was going to do.
Gathering Harley into my arms, I lifted him up and walked out of the room. Harley didn't fight me, nobody tried to stop me, something I was ever so grateful for. I took Harley upstairs, taking him into his room. Harley always seemed very relaxed in his room, it was his space, somewhere he felt safe. To be fair, I think he thought that about the entire house, what with all of us with him. But his room? His room was full of colour and life and everything that made Harley, well, Harley.
Placing Harley down on the edge of his bed, I knelt down on the floor in front of him, holding him there loosely. His hands tugged at the sleeves of his kigarumi, balling them up in his fists and staring at where they sat in his lap. He refused to look up at me, keeping his eyes averted.
That was expected.
Placing a hand on top of both of his, I tried to get Harley to look at me, even if it was just a small glance, by poking his stomach lightly, trying to making him, at least, give a small smile. It kind of worked. Harley tried to wriggle away, a small, sad huff type laugh puffing out of his mouth. However, he did look up at me for a second.
"Hi there," I said, softly. "How you holding up?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I had to stop myself from outwardly cringing. I mean, what a stupid thing to say! Obviously, the kid wasn't holding up too well, otherwise, he wouldn't be so reserved from everyone and everything. But what else was I supposed to say? How else was I supposed to start? A situation like this wasn't something I was exactly used to. Harley just shrugged, shuffling ever so slightly, as he continued to pull at his sleeves.
Well, this is going well….
"You know you can talk to us, right?" I told him, keeping the volume low. "You're not alone."
Again, he just shrugged.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I could only think of one thing to do. I just didn't know if it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to scare the kid more than he already was!
How should I do this?
Taking a deep breath, I let my chin rest against my chest, staring at my knees. It was the only thing I could think of, the only thing that might actually work. I just had to take the plunge.
"Do you remember, when we went to Dallas?" I whispered, looking up at him. "When I had to help put that bad man away?"
Peaking up at me, Harley gave a small nod.
"Well…. I know I said I didn't want you to know what he did, but…." I sighed, my voice shaking.
Harley moved then, reaching a hand up and tapping my left temple with his finger. His own little way of asking to read my mind. Nodding, I let all my memories flow into my mind. Everything to do with my dad, everything to do with Zane. Well, not everything. There were some things the kid didn't need to know, but he probably read between the lines…. I watched as a multitude of expressions crossed Harley's face. I could see him struggling, wavering. His body was shaking, his lower lip trembling.
Before I knew it, I was knocked onto my ass, with a lap full of crying Fairy child. Wrapping my arms around him, I stood up as carefully as I could and walked over to his bed. After moving the pillows, I sat with my back against the headboard, cuddling the kid as close as possible.
"Hey, hey it's ok," I whispered, resting my head on top of his. "It's all ok, Sweetheart."
It just made him cry more.
"I can-can't stop s-seeing it." Harley chocked out, hiccoughing, grasping tightly at my top. "Wh-hy won't it sto-op?"
It was the most he had said since we got him home. It was the only thing he had said since we had got him home.
Understandably, it took Harley a while to calm down. He had been keeping everything to himself, so it had just built and built. Now he had finally let everything out, the emotions just exploded, to the point where he was barely breathing. His head was buried into my chest, his hands curling tighter into my shirt. I didn't even want to attempt getting him to let go.
Picking up a blanket Harley kept in his bed, I wrapped it around the kid. I couldn't say why, it just seemed like, I don't know, something people do. It just felt right, in a way. I curled the blanket around him as tight as I could, bundling him up like a little burrito.
"Do you want to talk?" I murmured, running my hand up and down his back.
"No…." Harley whimpered.
"You sure?"
"No…."
Just when I thought I couldn't relate more.
So many times, whilst living in the house, had I both wanted and not wanted to talk about all of the shit that had happened to me before. That struggle inside, that want and need and fear.
"Do-Do-Do you think it'll help?" Harley stuttered, leaning back a little.
Sighing, I wrapped my arms around the kid tighter.
"It might. It might not." I admitted. "Sometimes it helps, because you've finally talked about it and you can start moving on, and someone else knows about it and can help you better. On the other hand, if you're not ready to talk about it, it could make things worse."
"How do I know if I'm ready?" he whispered.
"I don't know, Sweetheart. I don't know."
Shuddering, the boy pressed his face into my chest again, sniffling. I wished that I could take all of his pain, his memories of what had happened, away.
It was lunchtime when Harley and I re-joined the others. Harley was still quiet, keeping extremely close to me, but something seemed to have shifted in him. He seemed a little lighter. No one asked questions. It was as if Harley and I hadn't even gone upstairs. Still, he didn't leave my side, coming with me to help make lunch. It wasn't anything fancy. Just a simple picnic, a family-style kind of thing, so we could just sit in the living room, picking at whatever we wanted to eat. Everything felt a little lighter that afternoon. It didn't feel like there was this pressure to converse or really interact every single second. We had a radio station playing, on the TV, in the background, down low. We would let the silences fill with the soft, gentle sounds of the music that some would hum along to.
Picking up three-quarters of a ham and cucumber sandwich, passing one each to Harley and Derek and keeping one for myself, I leant back against Derek's side with Harley sitting between my legs. At some point, Harley had pulled a blanket around the three of us, cocooning himself completely, with only his hands and face free, almost like those patches on t-shirts, that look as if a little character is poking out of the pocket. Sam was easily making the boy laugh. Well, it was more a slight smile and small exhalation of breath, but I was classing it as a laugh either way. I could barely hear what Sam was saying to the kid, her head coming in low and close to his ear, whispering with a giggle. I didn't care. It was just nice to hear.
But then the song came on.
I first heard the song when I was twelve. For the life of me, I couldn't remember where or when all I knew was that I loved it. The melody, the voice, the lyrics…. Everything about it flowed around me, embracing me. The song? I Loved Her First by Heartland. A country song, sung from the point of view of a father to the one that his daughter loves, about how hard it is to let go of her and trust her heart to another man. I had played it a multitude of times, since living in the house, until everyone knew the words and fell silent every time it played.
This time, however, there was a different atmosphere.
As soon as everybody went quiet, Sam went stock still next to me, her entire frame freezing up. She hung her head, her bangs hiding her face from us. But nothing could stop the emotion rolling off her in waves.
"Auntie Sam….?" Harley whispered, softly.
"… Can we turn the music off, please?" Sam asked, her voice barely audible.
I tried reaching out, to place my hand on her arm. She just flinched away.
"Sam? What's wrong? I frowned. "What's the deal with this song?"
For a moment, I thought Sam wasn't going to answer me. I thought she was going to collapse into a ball and not speak or run outside. She lifted her head slightly, after a few long seconds, tears streaming slowly down her cheeks.
"I listened to this when I was a kid." she breathed. "I used to imagine, on my wedding day, my dad walking me down the aisle and surprising me by singing this to me. You know, as a way to make up for all the shit he did…. To show he cared…. I'd lie in bed and dream of that day. But that's never going to happen – he's nothing now. I don't want him anywhere near me."
Slowly, Derek reached over and turned the music off, the room falling into a deep silence. We went back to no one knowing what to do or say, the awkward glances floating around the room.
It felt like hours before Peter spoke up.
"How about having a little training session?" he suggested.
We were all on our feet in seconds.
It wasn't really training. More like play-training, wrestling around and generally being stupid. Think of kids in a ball pit, pretending to be dolphins, leaping about and tackling others. That was, pretty much, us and what we were doing. Not that any of us cared. It was just a fun little way to work off some steam. Plus, it was a great way to waste time waiting for Charlie.
It was as we were playing this random game we came up with – kind of like Simon Says, but not quite – that things took an interesting turn. Someone would start off as the instructor, they would call out something such as run or jump and, the last person to do it, would have to do a forfeit, such as plank in the corner for thirty minutes. Just a stupid, random game we came up with to improve stamina and Pack unity. Sam and Charlie had even begun to enjoy it!
Erica, at the time, had been in charge, so far not catching anybody out. She had called out a number of moves in quick succession, trying to catch us off guard, her tactics becoming dirty.
"Down!" Erica yelled.
At this point, we all had to get on the ground, flat on our stomachs, arms held as is about to do a push-up. All of us knew this. Including Sam and Charlie.
This time, however, Same didn't do that. Instead, she dropped to her knees, at an alarming speed, her back ramrod straight. Her head was bowed and arms behind her back, hands gripping the opposite wrist.
"Uh…. Sam?" Erica hesitated. "What you doing?"
Which was when Sam sprung up to her feet, her face pink.
"Ha, um, nothing…. Not a thing, what you talking about? Didn't do nothing, nope." Sam giggled nervously. "God, is it hot in here?"
Before anyone could answer, Charlie came skipping through the door. She went from a grinning little pixie to frowning and worried, her eyes flicking between us and Sam.
"What's wrong?" she asked, slowly. "What happened?"
So, I told her, not taking my eyes off of Sam. Peeking out of the corners, however, I could see Charlie tensing with every word, standing straighter and stance widening ever so slightly. By the end, Charlie's eyes were wide, striding over to Sam before I had finished speaking, whispering into the huntress' ear, so low that none of us could hear. The blush on Sam's cheeks darkened as Charlie spoke, slipping her hand into Charlie's and holding tightly.
"Be back in a sec!" Charlie called as she dragged Sam out of the room, closing the door behind them.
The rest of us stayed quiet for a long moment, not saying anything. Not even when Charlie popped her head in to say they were heading home, the door to the training room being left open a smidge.
"Well, that was strange," Boyd commented as we heard the front door close.
We could do nothing but nod.
Later that evening, after everyone had gone to bed, I found myself, yet again, in Derek's room with Harley. The boy was already fast asleep on the bed, as Derek and I went around getting ready. It was as I was brushing my teeth, Derek changing into his sweatpants, that the question came up.
"Hey, Gen?" Derek called out to me, quietly.
All I could do was hum back, attempting to wipe away the toothpaste that had landed on my chin.
Attractive.
"That day, with Genesis…. How'd you…. You know…. The fire?" Derek hesitated. "I thought you could only do stuff like that as a fox?"
Before I could think of words, I was dragged into my mind, everything around me disappearing, until all I could see was Okami and Melrakki.
"Well, Rakki, what's your answer?" Okami huffed, lounging.
"What makes you think I have one?" Melrakki sighed.
"It's your department, Rat."
"Don't call me Rat, Mutt."
Before one could attack the other, I ran into the middle, catching Melrakki mid-air. I bundled the fox into my arms, as best I could; his body was vibrating violently, every hair standing on end as his tail hung low between his legs. Shifting him around, I held Melrakki close to my chest, clutching him tightly as I lightly scratched the fur on the back of his neck.
"Calm down, Rak." I hushed. "It's alright. We'll figure this out."
"Wait, neither of you know?" Okami frowned, lifting up until he could cock his head to the side.
"Gold star for you." Melrakki snarled, his breathing heavy and fast. "Took you long enough."
Shaking my head at Okami, before he could reply, I turned Melrakki away from him. Though the two were inseparable, close beyond belief, like brothers, it didn't mean they got along all the time. Especially when something very not good was happening. They bickered like an old married couple, bantering back and forth and winding each other up but, the moment I or they or someone we cared for was in trouble? Their playful banter could turn aggressive extremely quickly.
"Try to breathe, Rak," I told him, softly. "Oki didn't know. Calm down, now."
Looking over to my wolf, I could see his ears had pulled back, flat, against his head. His tail was curled around him where he sat, his front paws shifting weight constantly. I could just barely hear the low whine coming from him, the overgrown pup wanting to run over and check that Melrakki was alright, that the fox wasn't hurt or being negatively affected by whatever had happened with Genesis.
Taking one arm away from Melrakki, keeping him up with the other, I beckoned Okami over. Slower than I thought he could move, the wolf stood up, quietly padding over to me with his head hung low, wary of how Melrakki would view his approach if the fox saw him. Okami's confidence grew, however, when Melrakki turned his face into my neck. As soon as my wolf was at my side, I crouched down, loosely wrapping my free arm around him, my hand stroking the fur at his neck. Okami managed to hook his head over my free shoulder, resting a paw on my leg.
I couldn't say how long the three of us stayed like that. All I knew was, after some time, Melrakki and Okami both lifted their heads, bumping their noses against each other affectionately. That was when Melrakki jumped out of my arms, Okami taking his paw off of me. I couldn't even form a question in my head before, just as suddenly as I was pulled into my head, I was spat back out.
I came face to face with Derek, my toothbrush haphazardly laying on the sink and toothpaste dripping onto my top. I chocked as I breathed in, making it over the sink before I spat toothpaste foam all over Derek, rinsing it away before I stood back up, coughing. My head was swimming, trying to piece together where I was exactly, now I wasn't with Okami and Melrakki. I was ashamed to admit that it took a minute or two.
"Hey, you ok?" Derek frowned, worriedly, cupping the left side of my jaw with one hand as the other steadied me at my waist. "You were a bit out of it there."
Nodding, I gently gripped Derek's right wrist, my other hand resting against his chest on its own volition. Breathing for a moment and blinking hard, I let my head hang for a moment.
"I'm fine," I told him. "But we don't know what happened."
"We?" he asked.
"Okami, Melrakki and me."
Derek didn't need further explanation. He knew what it was like to be able to communicate with our animal sides. He knew, like me, that they had a voice, one we could actually hear, unlike the others.
But I spoke, anyway.
"It shouldn't have been able to happen." I continued. "Mom couldn't do it; other foxes can't do it…. Manipulating the elements, for my kind, only works in our fox form. That's how it's supposed to work."
Nodding himself, Derek stepped closer to me, moving his arms around me. He hugged me lightly, swaying us gently from side to side.
"We'll figure this out, at some point. We always do," he whispered to me. "But, for now? Bedtime."
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