III

Derek

Derek drove back to his and Laura's house with the windows open, letting the rain hit him and damage the leather of Laura's seats. It was the least she deserved for killing people for no good reason. And for making him drag another kid into things.

This one seemed decent enough, but he would need to check up on him, and that could be a pain if you didn't have any patience; something he lacked, and Laura had exactly none of.

"Peter's setting up a meet for you tonight – at Moonlight." Laura told him as he walked back into the kitchen. She was still at the table, surrounded by money and bags of pills, putting it all into her little online inventories.

"Okay," He grunted in response, grabbing a beer from the fridge before he joined her on the opposite side of the table, getting his laptop from his backpack on the way. "Who's my contact?" Derek asked.

"Some chick." Laura replied with a shrug. "Peter didn't say much, you know him, but apparently she's no pushover." She hardly looked up from her work, it was all she seemed to do. Despite all the money they made she never gave herself a moments peace, except on Friday nights when she picked up some guy and brought him back for her weekly bang.

Derek only replied with a nod, opening up Facebook and creating a new account, complete with a stock photo of a teenage girl at a party. It was a good way to find out about people; teenagers were quick to accept one of their own, but not so quick to accept his own profile, complete with a brooding photo of himself which Laura had said made him look like a serial killer. Fuck her.

"Who did you choose?" Laura asked, putting down a fresh mug of coffee and giving him a kiss on the cheek as she peered over his shoulder.

"Some angry blonde guy, can't seem to find him anywhere though." Derek grunted, taking a sip of coffee and wondering if Laura had bipolar disorder.

"Name?" Laura asked, switching to the seat next to him and bringing her laptop over. Pills and money fell to the floor and scattered everywhere, but she didn't make any move to pick them up. When it really came down to it, Derek thought, Laura seemed not to care an inch for the drug trade. She was all about Pack, about family. But they needed money. Being a wolf didn't exactly pay the bills, and the thought of he or Laura serving coffee or sorting stock was a joke.

"I dunno. He was angry, running out of school. I just told him to meet me." Derek said, praying she didn't ask where or when; she would probably show up and either scare the guy half to death, or actually kill him.

"I'll just look for your type." Laura grinned, clicking away as she browsed the friends lists of Beacon Hills High School students.

"He wasn't my type." Derek grunted, wondering how she knew. She always fucking knew everything.

She raised her eyebrows, tilting the screen so he could see the picture, "How about this guy?" A dirty-blonde guy was on the screen, with an inviting smile and deep blue eyes.

"Yes. But it's not him." Derek relented, knowing she would just torture him until he admitted he had a thing for blondes. So what?

"This one?" A girl with long, silvery-blonde hair was staring back at him from the monitor.

"Yes, I already said yes, Laura. I have a thing for blondes, you know I do, okay?"

She threw him another grin, giving his arm a reassuring stroke, "I just wanted to hear you say it. Why am I always so right?" She was still giggling into her coffee every now and then, turning the screen to show all manner of blondes.

Derek had stumbled onto Scott's profile, reading a hazy list of interests and a series of status updates about how much he loved Allison. He shook his head. Laura had bitten Scott in one of her little crazes, and had tried to drag the kid into their pack, but Derek had managed to persuade her to relent, showing her how useless the guy was. Scott wasn't a total basket case, with work he could have made a good wolf, but it wasn't right to embroil kids in their life, at least not unwilling kids. He felt bad enough about making this new blonde guy a dealer for them, never mind helping Scott to be both wolf and dealer.

Soon enough he was on Stiles' page, unable to keep the frown off his face as he read through the almost-witty information section, and looked over his list of interests, all of which seemed to be jokes. He knew for a fact Stiles didn't like 'Justin Beiber' or 'Just Bieber is perfect!' seriously.

"What are you smiling at?" Laura asked, leaning across so she could look at the screen. "Changing your type?"

"No," Derek grunted. He hadn't even realised he had been smiling. Stiles was infuriating, always getting himself involved on the few occasions Derek had tried to show Scott the ropes of being a wolf when Laura was out of town.

"Oh, now this guy is your type." Laura turned the screen to him, and there he was.

"That's him." Derek said, typing in the name on his own computer to get the page up. Isaac Lahey.

"Do you always think with your dick?" Laura asked, starting up another batch of coffee.

"He was the first guy to come out, it's not my fault he happens to be my type." He replied, looking through the guys pictures. There were only two, but he had to admit the guy looked cute in them. Shy, but cute.

"Right," Laura began, her eyebrows raised, "I bet you waited around outside the school for hours just to find some hot guy you could bang."

"I don't need to 'find' anyone. I do well enough on my own." He continued looking through the guys profile, seeing he only had thirty friends added, none of which he had ever spoken to online, at least not visibly.

"Well that's the understatement of the year. How many fuck-buddies do you have in your phone?" Another coffee was sat down beside him. Laura clicked off Isaac's profile and started emailing someone instead.

"Dunno. Enough." He actually had about fifteen or so people he could count on for sex, all of them not looking for anything more. That was boring to him, he liked a challenge, but it wasn't a good idea to just throw people away. A man had needs after all. "Can you do that hacking thing?" Derek asked.

"I'm not Deets." She gave him an airy wave of her hand. "I think I might have a new contact for us."

"So soon?" Derek asked, pulling up Deets' email address and reeling off a quick request for him to get into the BHHS records of Isaac Lahey.

"The one you're meeting tonight."

"I thought that was just a one-time meet?" He and Laura often did quick trades with passing dealers or those who were branching out; they had to, Laura killed most of their regular suppliers.

"So did I, but Peter says they might be staying longer than expected. Something about Beacon Hills being a 'home away from home' for them. Why is he always so fucking cryptic?" Derek knew how much Peter infuriated her, but she had a soft spot for him too. After all, he was family. Laura was all about family.

An email came through from Deets, no words on the screen, just an attachment of the guys grades and the school counsellor records.

'Suffers from bouts of depression. Possible damaged home life. Unresponsive to questioning, few friends – if any. Suggest extensive guidance counselling but student unwilling to participate.' The psychiatrists notes, sent over from the hospital, were a good sign. It would be that much easier to tempt him into things if his life was shit. Dealers, especially kid dealers, always ended up with a good life; as long as they didn't get caught or piss off Laura.

'Very bad attitude. Minimal participation in class discussions – tends to sleep more than he works. Suggest detention and counselling for his attitude problems.' What was with fucking teachers and counselling, Derek wondered as he read the teachers notes. It was easy to get a picture of the guy. Smart as shit and bored out of his mind with school. His grades were an A average, despite the notes from the teachers saying how he didn't participate. There was a very snooty one from a substitute teacher, suggesting expulsion till he got his act together.

"This could be our guy." Derek told Laura, letting her read over the notes. She had a smile on her face.

"Sounds just like me and you when we were at school." Laura said. It was true enough, both of them had hated school; they shouldn't have to deal with education, they were fucking wolves for god sake.

Clicking through a few pages of invites on the BHHS kids with the most friends, he finally came across 'Greenberg's Party!'. It was perfect. Friday night, and every fucking kid in town seemed to be going. Even Scott and Stiles were on the list.

"I'm going out." Derek said, getting up from the kitchen and loading his laptop into the backpack.

"Reconnaissance?" She asked.

"Yep." Without another word he marched into the rain and started walking into town. Laura's car was decent, but he wanted his own.

Derek had been sat outside Isaac's house for six hours, and the kid had only left his room twice. Once to eat dinner downstairs, which Derek watched through the window. They hardly spoke to each other, except for the father to shout when Isaac left some food, or to shout again when he didn't clean his plate properly. Derek laughed as his father smashed the plate instead; not exactly a good solution.

Isaac had gone back to his room then. It was directly above the kitchen and had two windows which he didn't seem to care about pulling the blinds over. He could see him perfectly with his heightened senses, watching as he just mulled around in his room. For two hours he didn't move from his computer, looking through online articles and watching videos, videos that eventually led the guy to porn.

Derek felt like a peeping tom or something when he started jerking off, pulling his laptop and reading through a few emails from Peter instead. He glanced up after fifteen minutes, quickly looking away when he saw the guy was still at it.

He had left the room for the second time when he was finally done, to clean himself off, and must have taken a shower while he was there, for when he returned his hair was wet. For a friendless, seemingly shy kid, he had no qualms about his body, walking around his room naked for the rest of the night, and jerking off again before he went to bed. Derek felt like such a creep it made him squirm, but he had learnt some useful stuff.

Clearly the guy had no or little friends. His phone had beeped twice, both times from the phone company about bills; no messages or phone calls from friends. He had hardly typed when he had been on the computer, and the way it was arranged let Derek look at the screen; no social networking sites.

It was also obvious there was no relationship in his life; the jerking off twice was a pretty big hint, but also because there were no pictures on his walls, no texts to a boyfriend or girlfriend, no emails, nothing.

By the time Derek drove away, headed for his meeting at Moonlight, Peter's new club, he was confused about his choice. He had thought the kid seemed angry and just mad at the entire world, but while there was a definite anger in him, proven by school, the guy seemed pretty laid back when he was at home. It was too late to do anything about it now, he'd picked him, and whether Isaac liked it or not, he was about to be thrown into a world he had no idea about.