It didn't take forever this time you guys! Well as you may have guessed by the title, we have a new character dropping by today. Only you guys will be able to decide if he is a regular or not. I apologize for this ahead of time, but there will be tons of flash backs in this chapter, they will be in bold.
"Derek, he's not yours is he?" Scott asked, baffled.
"No," Derek stated "But the next one will be." He finished with a blush.
That would have been awkward with only the two of us, but that announcement apparently had to be made in front of ten strangers. "What the hell Derek!" I yelled, cupping Sawyers ears. "You can't just say stuff like that Derek." My answer came from one of the members of my new pack, he was a human. Kind of. As I understand it, there are mostly were wolves in this pack. However, on top of that there was a hunter named Allison that often gave information from her fathers hunter society, Lydia the Banshee who I have known for years, and a veterinarian they called Deaton who talked cryptically.
"Well, the blood lines from your family and Mr. Hale's here were bound to cross eventually. Your children will bring about a new…. well a new kind of off spring in were wolf culture." Deaton explained. "We think that the fire in your apartment complex was intentional, and although we have absolutely no clue how that plan was suppose to work, we have assumptions as to who might have started the fire. We are positive that the person responsible only did that to get you shook up and homeless, from there we are somewhat clueless." Feeling the conversation was a little too much for the child in the room, I let him down to my right side. Sawyer went into the next room to get his coloring book.
"Sounds crazy huh?" Lydia asked, as if she had been right where I am at some time in her life. None of this seems real, and why did Derek think that having a baby together will solve anything? I have an odd feeling in my gut whenever he comes up since the mark on my thigh appeared. It is like the feeling you get in an elevator when it goes down too fast for your liking. Im not sure of the group of people I have stepped into to be quite honest. Most of them were with each other, but there seemed to be a ton of sex appeal thrown to Derek. The girls obviously maintained their own relationships, but often twirled their hair or winked at the Alpha. Lydia had done a combination of the two after addressing me. When she noticed that I was openly gawking at her, she cocked her head like a bird "What?" she asked.
"Don't do that anymore if you ever expect me to cover any of your shifts at the Diner." and just like that, the problem was over. I uncovered Sawyers ears and for a minute I just sat and thought. "Okay, lets go in a circle. Who the hell are you people?"
No one said a word, rather just looked around sheepishly, so the leader of the group had to actually lead them. "Well I'm Derek, and that is Cora. I believe you have already met Scott." His tone held an underlying tone of sarcasm, but more importantly, a command to the others. He wants to have me calmed, and that comes down to them to telling me who they are.
Of the people that were not introduced, one name on top of the next, in random order, everyone waved their hand in a semi formal introduction. Lydia, Allison, Deaton, Isaac, Boyd, Erica and Danny. The whole pack showed up, and crammed in the living room. "Okay, okay. What the heck is a scribe? Mates? Who wants to tell me what's going on here?" The look every one gave me was like I had missed an episode of the walking dead. I am sure that none of them understand the difficulties of being a single parent. After the fall of my mother, respect dwindled for my family in South America. It was no ones fault that my mother died, but in the were community there was no one who could take her place. I was only 7, so I decided to go into hiding, with the help of the Dominion. When my mother died, I should have become an Alpha. A trusted doctor at the medical wing of the Dominion had explained to me that although my mother had indeed died from cancer, her power had gone with her. The doctor said that her power had remained there to fight the cancer, but it did not register that she is dead. I was placed into what seemed to be a foster home. "The sheriff had always wanted a son" they told me. But he was not equipped to handle me. We got by, but I had not learned anything about were culture past my 8th birthday.
"You know absolutely nothing huh?" Isaac asked. He took pity on me and began to explain while the others went about their meeting. "Well, I have never seen it happen personally, but then again, I am new to this whole thing." He was slowly going into the details. A mate is a bond that one can only compare to true love. They were the only other being that you would die for…. and if you happened to die for them, their death would follow shortly after due to the fact that one half was not able to live without the other. The scribe was like a binding contract. Every Alpha has their own mark, and Derek's was now on me. I remember my mom having marks that looked like the atari symbol. Many times she tried to explain to me that she did not get the atari symbol tattooed on her self, but I didn't believe her. "The three lines stand for Alpha, Beta and Omega Stiles." she would always tell me. But I never listened.
"So basically, I am were wolf married to that big pile of frowns and muscles over in the corner?" I asked. Almost every member nodded, every member aside from Derek. Derek cracked a smile, which he would deny until the day he died. The meeting began to wind down when Sawyer came in the room. The adults began to get quiet, hushed whispers and intent stares at the tiny guy rubbing his eyes. As if he were on trial, his eyes went wide, but with their own flash of a honey gold that was completely his own. His eyes scanned the group, pausing on each of the people he saw, staying a little too long on Scott. Sawyer actually growled at Scott. With all of his might, he walked his tiny little body up to the darker male waving his hand like he had to tell Scott a secret, to which Scott leaned in, waiting patiently. Sawyer slapped him on the face. The kid was at least smart enough to know where safety was. When the perfect time to escape came up, he took it, quickly scurrying up into Derek's lap, who was conveniently sitting right next to Scott. The whole room was laughing, just not Scott. Scott's eyes were a harsh shade of liquid gold, accompanied by side burns. One thing is for sure though, Sawyer has always liked 'playing with fire'.
It eventually came time for me to explain myself to this group of strangers. The details I had were also adult, so Derek took my hints and took a nodding off Sawyer to bed. "I'll be in soon honey!" I called, then turning to the group. None of these people knew jack squat about my adult life, so we had a few things to talk about. "Well, you guys know me a little by now, so how about the basics of what you have not heard already?" In the next room, I could hear Derek reading a book to Sawyer, slowly coaxing him to sleep. "I work at a club called 'The Fad' which is the next town over. I am a part time dancer which pays for a majority of the life I have with my biological son. My other job is waiting tables at the diner on the other side of town with Lydia. I own the diner. That is the only reason I work there at all to be honest. You would think that owning a business would make enough money to live as a single parent, but when you think about it, its not." Lydia was in awe of the news, but listened to the rest of the speech. "There is the birthday party for your kid, then the birthdays of other kids that are not even yours! And bills!" Did I take all of my adderall this morning? "What is going on? Oh yeah, so most of the money from there went to paying the workers and keeping the place from closing down, so now I take off my cloths for strangers 3 nights a week."
"That stops now by the way." Derek growled as he came back to take my seat. I sat right down on his lap to continue my story.
"So it seems that now I cant get naked for strangers, I can give drinks still though right Derek?" A curt shake of his head was a solid no. "Whatever Sourwolf, I have been with them for 5 and a half years now, so I will do…" The grip on my side intensified "Ya know what, we can talk about this later, hows that sound? Great! But other than that, I use to live alone with my son in an apartment on Dean Street, now I guess I live here." I finished with a shrug. Glancing at the clock, I noticed the time was 11:42pm. "Any other questions can be asked at a later time, as it appears to be way past my bed time." With a weak smile and a wave, I exited into the bedroom. Derek began to shoo the pack to their respective houses, and soon followed me to bed. A sleeping child was on the far left side of the bed, so I crawled into the middle while Derek fetched a glass of water in case someone got thirsty in the night. Upon his return, he turned off the light and creeped into the bed behind me and became my big spoon. Sawyer was on the other side of the bed with his limbs in every direction he could muster, so I gave him space, but rolled over to Derek. "We can talk more in the morning, I promise." It seemed as he were already asleep though, so I let it go and followed his example.
Early the next morning, Derek decided to surprise the two of us, even though Sawyer would have no clue what was happening. After a bowl of cereal that I split with Sawyer, Derek rounded us all up and took us shopping. "I have been thinking since last night." Derek began as we came to a stoplight. "Cora and I have felt crowded for a while. Now it seems like we picked up two helpless Bambi's and decided to keep them" Sawyer wiggled in glee, because Bambi happened to be his favorite movie. I could only stare at the pair, dumbfounded. When the light changed colors again, he coughed and accelerated. "Well, there is a realtor that may be able to find something that we could grow into." Derek is all smiles when you can get him alone. But a whole house?
"Derek, we can't just go get a house like this. Things like this take time….." Derek was obviously calling the shots today. I was cut off from declining by a rumbling in Derek's throat, and a hand clutched on my thigh. The intense grip lasted until I placed my hand over his, rubbing my thumb in circles over the back of his hand. His sideburns retracted as well as his nails, and his face began to smooth out immediately.
"Well we already have an appointment, so will you at least go with me? There is no pressure today, we are just meeting to get comfortable with an agent." My hand laced in Derek's when he pulled into a well decorated parking lot. "I have about $445,000 saved for a house. There is more in my account, but I would like to keep a few bucks for an emergency. I think there might be a few things we could look at." He quickly parked near the shop and started getting out. Sawyer followed him when his chair tilted forward. Derek brought Sawyer up on his hip and again laced his fingers in mine as we walked into the realtors office. The bright eyed blonde girl at the front desk looked as she expected Derek. She escorted us to the second office on the left, one belonging to a realtor named Julia Brasey. Her automatic reaction to our unit was welcoming, although Derek and I could both smell the disgust like a heavy perfume.
The other three sat as I turned to the door. "Derek, I am going to go get Sawyer's coloring book, he didn't take his adderall today, so it will keep him busy." I didn't wait for his response, I was gone. The car was unlocked, so I reached in to grab the coloring book and take a calming breath. The door closed as I stood out of its way, turning on my heels and almost walking into a man that seemed to be waiting for me to pay attention to him. I tried to walk around him, but he stepped into my path, cutting me off. "Who are you, and what do you want? Derek an…" Shit, don't mention Sawyer "Derek has been inside for a while, he might come out here soon." This stranger has gone from idly watching to invading my personal space, pressing his body fully against me. He was scenting me. His body towered over me by at least a foot.*
"I am Peter, and you are going to be mine. We are meant to be you know?" Peter's hands came up on both sides of me to create barriers in hopes of intimidating me. I was not so much as intimidated as just purely unable to fight the weight Peter was forcing onto me. His nose met my neck, inhaling my sent deep into his core. "Gahhh, you smell amazing! I have half a mind to take you right now."
"D-Derek won't like you t-touching me, he…. he's an Alpha you know!" Pushing and struggling between Derek's camaro and Peter not only drained me of energy, but also began to make me sore.
"Forget about that stick in the mud, he is not a problem we should be concerned with. When do you think you want to move in to my new place?" This Peter guy was beginning to make me extremely uncomfortable, but he expected an answer. Before I could completely say no to moving in, Peter had pushed off of the car and taken a swipe at me. His claws hit home on my right shoulder, almost dislocating my arm. The force from his attack sent me to the ground with a huff. He must known that he ran out of time, because he ran from the scene as Derek returned with Sawyer just moments later. Derek was not rushed or in any hurry, which means he doesn't know what happened yet. I notice the second that he becomes aware, and he did the right thing. His whole body tensed, he was still walking Sawyer to the car. Before he came to me, Derek put Sawyer in the car, buckling him in. When the car door shut, Derek was on me in an instant.
"What… who?… Peter!" The pain hurt to say the least. The rest of the night would be spent in pain, at home. Derek slid me into the passenger side of the car, not asking what had happened yet. I fell asleep three minutes after we left, only to be woke when Derek carried me from the car into the apartment. Sawyer got ready for bed with Derek. From where I lay bandaged in the bed, I could distinctly make out Derek's instructions for Sawyer. "Just a tiny dot of toothpaste, not that much." While the two brushed their teeth, I chose to think about nothing. I just lay there in wait. The little pitter patter of feet, a dip in the bed, and a head on my good shoulder. Just a moment later Derek came from the restroom, laying down behind me. The whole night he never let his guard down.
In my last moments of consciousness I asked the only question on my mind. "You know Peter, don't you?"
My response was what I expected, but not what I wanted to hear. "Yeah, you could say he is like family." Derek's arms came around me, providing a sense of security.
Well there's that.
*Let us assume that Stiles is around 4'7" in this fix, and Peter is 5'10". (Useful information, Dylan O'Brien is one of the taller cast members, so Peter towering over Stiles is impossible, seeing at Dylan (5'11") is taler than Ian Bohen (5'10") who plays Peter in the series. Oh, and Isaac? Yeah, Daniel Sharman is 6'2" , while Tyler Hoechlin is 6' tall. Thats just the facts people.)