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Derek really didn't understand how he ended up like this, with his head on Lydia's lap, his feet resting on Scott's legs, as Lydia ran her fingers through his spiked hair and asked him question after question about Laura, prompting little answers out of him. She did generally seem curious to get to know more about Laura, asking him any questions that she could possibly think of, even having some of the others join in. Once in a while his green eyes would meet her hazel ones and they'd fall into a comfortable silence, her hand in his hair never stopping with the soothing movements. Scott kept one of his hands down on one of the older wolf's ankles, as if he were afraid of the wolf bolting when they weren't looking. He would give Derek's ankle a tiny squeeze and use his thumb to trace the bone on the side, sometimes sliding his thumb up the arch of the wolf's foot, earning him a growl that was filled with no heat. The True Alpha would respond with a playful growl of his own, sliding the tip of his thumb back over the arch, earning him a tiny kick in the thigh from the wolf.
"Hey, Sourwolf. Did you really fall on your butt while dancing with Laura? I thought you were the more graceful one of the pair?", asked Stiles teasingly as he reached over to poke the wolf in the calf, poking him a few more times for good measure, to keep his attention. Derek lowered one of his legs off of Scott and poked Stiles in the arm a few times, a grin playing at his lips.
"You never told me you fell on your butt. I want answers, Hale.", said Lydia as she gave his forehead a tiny poke with her manicured nail, a smile covering her lips when he snapped his teeth at her finger. The rest of the Pack seemed to drift even closer to the couch, their eyes resting on the four of them as they waited for the story that they knew was about to come. When Derek didn't answer right away, Erika reached over and gave his ear a flick with her fingers, a playful smirk settling on her cherry red lips.
"Big mouth. Okay. Okay. Laura and I were working on a new routine for that month, and our Instructor decided to have me do a cartwheel into an ariel flip. I almost stuck the landing, but landed too far back on my heel, which resulted in me landing on my butt. I overshot the landing. Laura laughed her own butt off for the next few hours afterwards, she could hardly focus on the routine with how much she was laughing.", explained the older of the teens with a hint of laughter in his voice as he told them of what had happened, his green eyes shining brightly as he lost himself in the memory. Allison's soft yawn is what drew him from the dream, soon to be followed by Lydia's answering yawn, her hand coming up to cover her lips. Derek chuckled from his position where his head remained in the strawberry blonde's lap, before he swung himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the playful glare he got from the Alpha, who wanted to keep contact with the older wolf.
"Bed, for all of you. If you plan on staying the night, contact your parents. Isaac, up to bed, go on, pup.", ordered Derek, before his eyes closed and his tongue curled up a bit in a yawn of his own. Isaac rose from his position on the arm chair and walked over to Derek, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug, hearing the soft but deep purring sounds that the blue eyed Beta made at the contact, before he retreated back upstairs to his room.
"Parents have already been contacted, Lydia and I took care of that when we all were still here at midnight.", explained Stiles as he took Lydia's spot on the couch when she rose from it to join Allison in one of the guest bedrooms upstairs, her bare feet making soft noises on the steps as she walked. Derek ruffled Stiles' hair as he rose from the couch, as if to reassure the teen that was watching his every movement, before he bent down to allow Scott to nose along his cheek and the back of his jaw, a satisfied sound leaving the True Alpha's lips as he scent marked his Beta. With a soft "Get some sleep" to his Alpha, Derek was up the stairs and back into his room, where he shut his door with a muffled click and turned the lock minutes later. He leaned back against the wooden door and rested his head back against it, his green eyes slowly closing. He didn't want to leave his Pack, but it was something he had to do, he had to do it for Laura.
The blue eyed Beta took a slow breath as he finished putting the remains of his clothes into the large duffle bag and zipped it closed, contemplating whether to take the risk of walking back the stairs and using the front door, or just taking a jump out the window. Window it is, I can't take the chance of one of the others waking up. But knowing that they're all deep sleepers, I have a clear shot. Derek silently slid the window open and lowered the screen on down so he could get out without a problem. He slung the bag outside and heard the low 'thud' it made once it hit the grass below, the wolf eased himself out the window and balanced on the sill before he jumped down, landing on his feet with a familiar 'thud'. He grabbed the strap of the duffel and slung it up over his shoulder, carrying it around the side of the house to the Comaro, where he deposited the bag in the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. Derek closed the car door and started it up with a turn of the key, hearing the all too familiar purr of the engine. With a quick glance at his phone he saw that it was now around 5am, and that the Pack wouldn't be awake for a few more hours.
"Take care of the Pack, Scott. I'm trusting you.", he whispered softly under his breath, knowing it would echo in the younger wolf's ears whether he were awake or asleep. Derek shifted gears and backed away from the house, keeping his headlights off in an attempt to keep from waking the others. With a sharp turn of the wheel he turned the Comaro around and drove out onto the road before he flipped the headlights on, shifting gears again before starting the drive down the road. He kept himself from looking in the rear view mirror, knowing if he did that he wouldn't be able to go, his ties with the Pack would hold him back. He swallowed thickly as he started the drive towards the edges of Beacon Hills.
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It was Stiles who woke first with a sinking feeling in his stomach; he rubbed at his eyes with his hands as his lips parted in a yawn. He could hear the soft snores of his best friend who was still deep in sleep on the couch beside him.
"Wake up, Scotty. Wake up. SCOTT!", called out Stiles sharply as he gave his best friend a kick in the leg with his sock covered foot, watching with a soft laugh as the Alpha wolf woke with a high and startled yelp. His brown eyes darting around in alert confusion before they landed on the other teen, his body visibly relaxing back down into the couch. The teen could tell that the wolf was doing a mental head count as he listened for each heartbeat from the rest of the Pack members, his eyes snapping open when he couldn't pick up on the heartbeat of his second in command.
"Derek.", whispered Scott softly as his eyes scanned the living room before he quickly rose from his position on the couch to walk into the kitchen, to see if the older wolf was in there like he was every morning. A soft whine was building in his throat as his eyes filled with concern and a hint of longing; he shut his mouth tightly and clenched his jaw to keep the whine from surfacing.
"Derek what?", asked the teen as he rose from the couch and walked into the kitchen, placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder, confusion filling his whiskey colored eyes. He turned the Alpha wolf around to face him with a hand on his shoulder in order to get him to look him in the eyes.
"His heartbeat. I can't hear his heartbeat anymore, I can't feel him in the house.", explained Scott frantically before he ran to the front door of the house and yanked it open, almost managing to yank it off the hinges in the process. Tiny splinters of wood littered the floor, but no large damage had been done. Stiles followed quickly after the wolf and froze on the porch, hands gripping the railing tightly when he realized the blue eyed Beta's Comaro was missing from the property.
"Go wake up the rest of the Pack, we'll see if we can track him before he goes too far. I'll get a hold of my Dad; he'll be more than likely able to cut Derek off before he hits the end of town.", ordered Stiles as he all but drug the wolf back into the house, giving him a firm shove towards the stairs, waiting until Scott had started to walk up the stairs before he tore his cell from his pocket and dialed his Dad's number.
Stiles, this better be good. I'm in the middle of a briefing.
I need you to put a bolo out on Derek's Comaro, I know you know the license plate number by now. I need you to get it out as fast as possible and send Parrish out to try and cut him off before he hits the end of town. I need you to track the plate number. Like. Yesterday!
Genim Stilinski, slow down. What the hell is going on?
Derek left early this morning; he's headed towards New York. Dad, it's the anniversary of Laura's death. You have to stop him before he does something stupid. He's not thinking clearly. He just packed and left while we were asleep.
I'm sending Parrish out now to try and cut him off before he hits the edge of town. I'll track his plate and put out a bolo. I'll get back to you as soon as I know something. Try and keep the Pack out of the way while we try and get a pin point on him.
No promises.