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"What is she talking about Derek?" he asked, completely confused. We were both staring at her in amazement. For the second time in a week, I felt like I was going to pass out – this was too much for me to handle all at once.

"Derek," Scott called towards me again. My mouth was open as if I was going to say something, but no words came out. I didn't even know where to start. Kayleigh was staring up at me with concern washing over her green eyes as she witnessed the stress in mine.

Who is this man? It was like I could hear what she was thinking in my head.

I turned towards Scott who had an expression of what looked like a mixture of amusement and annoyance.

"Come on, man. This isn't a time to be playing games! You can't fool me," the young wolf proclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously. Who is this, Derek?" he asked once again.

I shifted my gaze down towards Kayleigh who let out a big yawn. The girl was still half asleep and had no idea of what was going on. It was too late in the night for both of us. I picked her up into my arms swiftly and took a deep breath before I looked the boy straight in the eye.

"Scott," I began. "I would like for you to meet my daughter." My tone was straightforward, serious. "Her name is Kayleigh."

He just stared at me – then the chuckles started to come out. He smiled at me, "that's… that's funny."

I glared at him – my signature glare. This time, the amusement on his face slipped away. Scott knew when I was being sarcastic and this was not one of those moments.

"W-what?" he stuttered. "Derek… what?" was all he managed to spit out. His eyebrows were strained together which made him look a little disoriented.

"Hi Scott," Kayleigh said quietly, waving her little hand at the boy. As tired as she was, the girl still had her innocent, warm smile on her face.

Scott just stared at her. No words, but his expression said it all. By the looks of it, the boy was going into shock. When he didn't answer her, Kayleigh gave him a funny look before she turned towards me, wrapped her arms around my neck lazily and rested her head on my shoulder. I knew she was exhausted.

"Stay here," I ordered Scott as he continued to stand there frozen staring at Kayleigh in my arms. I headed towards her bedroom and by the time I reached her bed, she was already snoring lightly. Gently, I tucked her underneath the covers and closed the door behind me.

Scott was still standing by the entrance when I came back out. By now he seemed to have snapped out of his state of shock as he looked at me coldly. The last time I had seen him was before I met Miss Lis and Kayleigh, and to be honest, I had completely forgotten about the boy and all the other troubles that came with him – suddenly I felt weak in the knees as a new load of stress piled up on me, as if I didn't already have enough of it. Why did Scott have to cause me so much problems?

"I know we're not exactly best friends, Derek. But for crying out loud, it would have been nice to know that you have a daughter!" he whined.

"Keep your voice down!" I snarled with concern for him waking up Kayleigh again. Scott rolled his eyes. "It's a lot more complicated than that Scott," I said walking towards the kitchen.

"Please explain to me then Derek, because I am kind of confused as fuck at the moment," he answered while I poured myself some Jack Daniels before I downed the glass in one gulp. The slight burn of the alcohol through my body was nice and immediately I felt more relaxed in some sense. I was a werewolf, however I was still human and drinking was one human activity that I was well accustomed to.

I will admit that I was no stranger to drinking. After the fire, I lost it but I had learned to control myself.

"I didn't know either," I confessed, not knowing where to start my explanation. I was still just as confused and surprised as he was. I scowled down at the kitchen counter. I took a deep breath trying to gather my thoughts. My voice was low and somber for once – it was almost weak, "She literally just showed up at my doorstep a few days ago and was left with me."

Scott didn't say anything – his quietness expressing that he was listening for once.

"I had no idea she was alive or even born," I said. "Her mother and I never spoke. I even thought her mother was dead."

"Who is she?" he asked quietly. "Her mom. Who is her mom?" he rephrased his question.

I hesitated at this moment. I wasn't sure if I should tell him or if he would even know who she was. She left way before Scott met the Argents and hadn't come back since. Would it be worth telling him?

"You don't know her," I stated, turning to face him. His face twisted in irritation.

"Really?" he said, unconvinced. "Last time I checked we lived in Beacon Hills where everyone knows each other." He called my bullshit – I was a great liar, but when it came to the subject of her, I lost that talent. That's why I never talked about that subject, even when Laura was alive. "Who is she, Derek?"

My jaw tightened and automatically my fists clenched. "You don't know her Scott," I stated sternly.

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down before I spoke. The simple thought of her made my heart race in anger.

Scott huffed in frustration. "Seriously? Just tell me!" he stared at me waiting to give in, but I didn't budge. He rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever. You're fucking ridiculous Derek. I need to sit down this is just too damn much," he mumbled making his way over to the couch before collapsing down and rubbing his temples. I shook my head. How much longer did I have to deal with this kid?

"I mean first you surprise the hell out of me by just deciding to mention that you have a daughter. I mean how could you not know that you have a daughter? Are you sure she is even yours? I really can't believe it. On top of that you kept from me that fact that you are RICH. I mean look at this place!" the boy started rambling. He almost sounded like he was talking to himself. "And do you know how hard it was to find you? I thought you were dead. Me and Stiles have been trying to find you for days! I had to actually SMELL my way to find you here. Now you won't even tell me who her mother is? It's not that big of a deal. Do you even know who her mother –"

"Quiet Scott!" I screamed using every bit of strength to fight the temptation to throw him off the balcony. The boy finally shut his mouth. "Will you just tell me why you came here in the first place so you can get the hell out of my house," I demanded. My frustration with him was on a whole other level.

Slowly he turned to look at me while sitting on the couch – the look of horror was plastered back on his face. For a moment he had completely forgotten about whatever it was that he was worried about, but now he remembered.

"Allison knows," he said quietly.

"Knows what?" I asked.

"About her family. She found out," the boy said pushing himself off of the couch. "She had been snooping around trying to find out more information about this pendant thing that her dad gave to her and I guess she finally found the truth. She told me tonight about it and I tried," he winced "I tried my hardest to act surprised, but I'm freaking out here, Derek!" Scott exclaimed.

"Shh!" I warned once again. I rolled my eyes. "The girl was going to find out eventually, Scott. You knew that."

"Which means that it won't be long before she finds out about me!" he said.

About time, I thought. The sooner Allison found out that Scott was a werewolf, the sooner they would break up, meaning my job of keeping him alive and well-trained would become easier.

"What did she say to you?" I asked ignoring his concerns.

"She-" his eyebrows pulled together looking as if he were trying to gather his thoughts and focus. "She just started talking so fast. All I caught was something about her pendant and her family crest, then how her ancestors were put in jail for preaching about killing wolves and starting crazy riots. From there she started connecting the dots about why her parents never told her about their careers, and the archery shit, then eventually she found their weapons stash," he explained. He paused. "The only thing she's still unsure about is her aunt."

My heart stopped.

Even the moment I found out that Allison was an Argent, I never considered using Scott to find out information about Kate. If her parent's didn't know where Kate was, then why would Allison? It was obvious – Kate wanted to stay away, and so she wouldn't be found.

"Man…" Scott's head dropped. "She was crying when she talked about Kate. I felt so bad."

"Why? What happened to her aunt?" I asked, keeping my voice under control, trying to give little sign of my curiosity.

He shook his head. "I don't know. They don't know. She just disappeared a couple years ago and never came back," he said. "All I know is that Allison was really close to her. She's been gone for about three, four years or so."

Suddenly, Scott looked up at me with a sly smile lingering on his face, completely changing his mood. "Plus, she was hot. Allison showed me a picture of her. How do you not know her? She was around your age, Derek. She's got this blond, curly hair and-"

My insides clenched as he began to ramble about her while my hands curled into fists. I tried every bit of energy to try to compose myself. But it was difficult. I wanted to throw something – break something!

"Wait," Scott's smile was suddenly completely wiped off. It was like he just had an epiphany. His dark eyes slanted towards me. The boy unconsciously started taking steps closer towards me. He was silent – looking as if he were a predator cornering his prey. "How old is your daughter?" he asked. His tone was drenched in suspicion.

At this point, I couldn't help but let my heart race – there was no way of lying my way out of this question. There was only one answer and that answer would lead to the revelation.

I continued to stare at Scott unable to address him. He read my silence quickly and sure enough he started to connect the dots.

The similar blond hair, curls, green eyes… plus she looked her age… "three, four years or so"… suddenly his eyes widened and his jaw fell slack.

"NO FUCKING WAY! HOLY SHIT, DEREK!" the boy completely lost it. "SHE'S AN ARGENT? YOU HAVE A KID WITH AN ARGENT?" he began pacing around the room viciously like a mad man.

"QUIET, SCOTT!" I bellowed. "Keep your God damn voice down!"

He stopped moving, but his eyes were still bulging. It took him a minute but his heart rate started to slow down somewhat along with his breathing.

"I can't believe it," he said under his breath.

I didn't speak as I let the boy calm himself down. He was more surprised by the fact that Kayleigh's mother was Kate rather than Kayleigh existing herself.

"I can't believe it," he repeated.

"Get a hold of yourself, Scott!" I ordered. He looked up at me with an expression that looked as if he were a lost puppy.

"How come you never told me about Kate?" he asked. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw hurt in his eyes.

"Well, obviously it's not something I am very proud of," I shot back. "Plus we're not exactly the best of friends."

He shook off my comment as he plopped back down on the couch. The boy just sat there, saying nothing for a very long time. As much as I wanted him out of here, I let him have his moment. The sleepiness was started to weigh down on my eye lids.

"You know," finally, he spoke up, "you are an extremely bad influence on me," he shook his head.

I folded my arms and stared at the kid. "And why is that?" It was sort of a rhetorical question. I knew why – fuck, everyone did. But I let him speak.

"Well for one, you're a werewolf," he said with mockery in his tone, "you have kids that you don't know about, you slept with the enemy, and-" he paused.

I rolled my eyes. "And what?"

"And you got a girl knocked up when you were 18!" he exclaimed.

My signature glare automatically revealed itself. I huffed. "Get out of my house, Scott."