Hello, all! So, my best friend who kindly beta's this story and gets paid in bug hugs any many curse words suggested that I do a "previously.." since it was getting hard to follow, so if that's your case as well than sorry 'bout it :( Following will be my "previously..." but if it doesn't work then do let me know. I'm always open for any kind of comment :)

Previously on Bitten:

Scott, Millie, and Stiles dug up Laura Hale's grave and found Maggie's ring in it. Scott doesn't trust her, Millie is in denial, and Stiles is oblivious. Maggie is sketchy af and basically that's all I can come up with.

Enjoy!

"I'm not thinking clearly, I just can't seem to find solid ground, since you've been around." - Rosie Thomas

-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-

"So you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as the three friends walked down the hall, trying to decipher what Scott's cryptic dream about killing Allison meant.

Millie, however, wasn't paying much attention. Her thoughts wouldn't leave the ring that felt like it was burning a hole in her pocket. Maggie's ring came with the unwanted weight of secrecy and doubt- nothing she wanted to associate with her adored big sister.

"Millie!"

Millie was snapped out of her head at Stiles's shout.

"What?"

"Tell your brother that going to Derek for help is a bad idea, please."

Scott looked at Millie pointedly. "Yeah, and so is Maggie," He said lowly, just quiet enough for Millie's ears only.

"I have to go to class," Millie said sharply after glaring at Scott and spun away from Scott and Stiles.

"We have the same class!" Stiles called out to her.

Millie flinched at her stupidity but kept walking. She'd sit in the back away from her brother if she had to. Sure, Maggie's sudden arrival in Beacon Hills was odd, and her ring in Laura Hale's grave is bizarre, but why did that have to automatically mean that Maggie, their big sister who wrote cards for every holiday, even Valentine's day, was bad. There was just no way.

Millie sat in her seat just as the principal came on over the intercom. "Students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the accident of last night in one of our bus. While the police try to determinate what happened, classes will proceed as usual. Thank you."

"Go figure," Millie muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes as Scott and Stiles came in. They took their usual seats in the middle of the classroom, but Millie was in the back corner, her headphones in playing Explosions In The Sky, her angry music.

Stiles turned in his seat and looked at her with questioning eyes. Millie only shook her head and turned her music up louder. Stiles looked from Scott to Millie several times until he picked up his bag with a hurry and took the seat next to her.

Millie ignored the skip of her heart.

Stiles leant over and picked an earbud out. "What's up?" He asked.

Millie didn't say anything but groaned as Scott too rose from his seat and took the seat in front of Millie.

"Seriously?" Millie kicked the back of Scott's chair.

Scott turned around with a smug grin. "You're stuck with me," Scott did a kissing sound and Millie gave her brother the middle finger.

"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed, "I get it now! You two are fighting!"

"Yeah, cause Scott's an idiot."

"Or maybe cause Millie is in denial," Scott argued back.

"Well, Scott-" Millie began but Stiles stopped her.

"Okay! That's enough you two."

"Maybe it was my blood," Scott said, changing the subject.

"Or animal blood," Stiles said, "You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something."

"And did what?" Scott asked, scared.

"Eat it?" Stiles stated, obviously.

"Raw?" Scott sounded disgusted with himself.

"No, you cooked it in a little werewolf oven!" Stiles said sarcastically, "I don't know, you don't want or can't remember anything?"

"Ha!" Millie laughed, "Karma!"

Scott glared at Millie. "Could you shut up, please?"

Millie was reaching over her desk to smack her brother until Stiles slapped her hands away.

"You three," their teacher exclaimed, "Need to reevaluate your definitions of quiet. Now, would you be so kind as to separate? Before I separate you out of the class? Let me know if the separation is too difficult."

Millie looked pointedly at Scott. "You heard the teacher, get."

"He meant the three of us," Scott hissed as he forcefully shoved his books into his bag.

"I'm not moving. I was here first. Hustle, Scott, or were gonna get kicked out." Millie knew she was being hard on her brother, but he was being hard on their sister, and she couldn't even defend herself. Suddenly, a girl who was sitting by the window started screaming and pointing at something.

Then the room turned into chaos.

Everyone was shoving each other out of the way, and Millie had to admit she elbowed a few peers to get to the front. Her and Scott shoved each other's shoulders in annoyance, but it was mostly Millie. Her sour mood was getting the best of her.

"Oh my god," Stiles whispered, hovering over Millie's shoulder as a stretcher was being pushed away.

"It's not a rabbit," Scott gulped.

The man on the stretcher jolted up suddenly.

"Shit!" Millie toppled backwards, the entire class screaming.

"This is good, this is good," Stiles reasoned, "He got up, he's not dead! Dead guys can't do that!"

"But, guys," Scott looked at Millie and Stiles with terrified eyes, "I did that."

-!-!-!-!-!-

Millie hated cafeterias. She hated how she felt like every eye was on her, judging her, as she tried to find somewhere to sit. She hated how divisive a cafeteria was. She hated wanting to look at the ground every time she passed Lydia Martin's table, knowing she'd never be seen by them- that they saw only what they wanted to see.

"Dreams can't be memories," Stiles reasoned as they took a seat at their usual table.

"That's not entirely true," Millie said as she opened her bag of chips, "Everything we dream has some truth to it. Something that has happened, or that we've seen. The subconscious is unable to make up things."

"Wow, Mil, I feel so much better." Scott put his head on the table and ran his hands through his hair. "Then it wasn't a dream which means something happened last night that I can't remember."

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked.

"Because, the night of the full moon he didn't even change. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night attacking some totally innocent guy."

"You don't know that!" Stiles argued.

"I don't not know it! I can't go out with Allison, I have to cancel."

"No," Millie reached over and took Scott's phone, "You're not canceling, okay? You're not going to cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out!"

Scott looked at Millie gratefully and squeezed her hand, but Lydia Martin of all people casually took the seat next to Scott.

"Figure what out?"

Millie was sure her left eye was twitching as she stared, appalled, at Lydia.

"Homework!" Stiles answered quickly.

"Why the hell is she sitting with us?" Millie whispered to Stiles angrily.

Allison, Jackson, and Danny took the remaining seats and Millie didn't understand why she was the only one taken aback.

"Get up!" Jackson barked at a freshman.

The freshman looked to Danny than back to Jackson. "Why don't you ask Danny to get up?"

"Because I don't stare his girlfriend's low-cut," Danny bit back and smirked as the freshman marched away. "So I heard it was some kind of an animal attack. Probably a cougar."

Jackson shook his head. "I heard it was a mountain lion."

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia stated confidently, but then tilted her head with a dumb look on her face and twirled her hair, "Isn't it?"

"Who cares?" Jackson scoffed, "It was probably a homeless guy who died anyway."

"You're joking right?" Millie deadpanned.

The table quieted and all eyes were on Millie, just as she hated.

"Actually," Stiles said hastily, reaching for his phone, "I just found out who it is, check it out."

Everyone moved in closer to look at Stiles phone and Millie nodded her head in thanks, Stile winked and Millie looked away quickly.

"The sheriff's department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive at the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in a critical conditions."

"Wait, I know this guy!" Scott exclaimed.

"You do?" Millie and Allison said at the same time.

"Yeah, Millie and I used to take his bus when we went to see our dad like five summers ago. He was the driver. You don't remember, Millie?"

"No," Millie said softly, "I don't…"

"Can we talk about something more fun, please?" Lydia interrupted, "Like... Oh, Where are we going tomorrow night?"

Millie looked at Lydia in disbelief. "Does this girl need all the attention that badly?" Millie thought to herself.

Millie shook her head she gathered all her things.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked as Millie rose from her seat.

Millie looked at Stiles, who was entranced with Lydia. "Away," She said, and then turned her back to the table.

She didn't look back as she left the cafeteria.

-!-!-!-!-!-

Walking home from school wasn't Millie's favorite thing in the world, but it gave her the time and space to clear her head. This had been the second time Scott mentioned a memory with the two of them that Millie was supposed to remember, according to Scott, but she had no recollection of Scott running into Maggie's high school car as he said he had, or the apparent bus driver that took them to see their dad.

"I don't even like our dad," Millie thought to herself, "I probably just blacked out bad memories of him."

But why did that feel like a lie?

Millie opened the door to her house but nearly jumped out of her skin as Maggie nearly pushed her down.

"Millie!" Maggie breathed heavily, "I didn't see you!"

"Yeah," Millie tried not to sound as dismal as she felt, "I came home early."

"Oh," Maggie looked closely at Millie, "Are you feeling okay?"

Millie nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You can tell me, whatever it is," Maggie affectionately pushed away the hairs that brushed over Millie's eyes and the fact felt so comforting how could Millie not tell her sister?

"Let's sit on the couch," Maggie guided them to the couch and Millie fell onto it with a deep sigh.

"I feel like I'm going crazy," Millie said, her eyes trained on the ceiling

"Crazy?" Maggie questioned, "How?"

"Lately Scott has been bringing up memories that he's had that I should remember too, but I have no idea what he's even talking about."

Maggie sat up straighter, "What do you mean?"

"Like when Scott said he remembered your car cause he ran into it with his bike, but I don't remember that. And the guy that caught attacked by the," Millie cleared her throat, "the, um, mountain lion, Scott said he was the bus driver that took us to see dad, but I don't remember that. I think I have selective memory, or I'm blocking out bad memories or something."

"Yeah," Maggie said hesitantly, "Maybe." Maggie stood from the couch quickly, "I'm sorry, Mil, I have to go, but you're not crazy, I promise."

"What?" Millie saw the set in her sister's shoulders and the near panicked look in her eyes, but why?

-!-!-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-!-!-

"She knows!" Maggie yelled as she stormed into the old Hale house.

"What?" Derek said calmly as he came down the stairs.

"Millie," Maggie was near to ripping her hair out, "She knows something is wrong with her memory."

Derek stopped in his tracks and looked to Maggie with wide eyes but quickly recovered. "She doesn't know, know."

"But she will, Derek," Maggie said, her pacing quickening, "That's the problem."

Derek nodded slowly, "What do we do?"

Maggie took a deep breath and shook her head. "Nothing. Yet. We stick to the plan."

"Hey," Derek said softly, taking Maggie's hand in his, "It will be fine."

Maggie looked at their intertwined hands and the corners of her lips almost twitched into a smile. Almost. "It won't be fine when they find out."

Derek shook his head. "They'll understand."

"I hope you're right," Maggie said softly, haunted by the echoes of screams that changed Maggie forever.

-!-!-!-!-!-

Maggie waited for the sheriff to leave in his squad car before going into the Animal Clinic. He was always too inquisitive for his own good.

She went through the back door, and saw Deaton sitting in his office. She started towards him but was stopped by her brother.

"Maggie?"

Maggie noticed the curious crease in his eyebrows and his hesitation.

"Did no one trust her?" Maggie thought. "Well, probably not."

"Scotty!" Maggie said cheerfully.

"What are you doing here?"

"Deaton is an old friend. I'm just coming in to say hi."

Maggie gave her most convincing smile and winked at her brother as she passed him.

Deaton looked up as Maggie walked into his office and he rolled his eyes with a sigh.

"Maggie-,"

"You should really lock that back door," Maggie interrupted.

"What do you need?" Deaton sighed.

"What did you tell the sheriff?" Maggie asked seriously.

Deaton leaned back in his chair and surveyed Maggie. He didn't speak and the silence was driving Maggie up a wall.

"Deaton!"

"I told him the attack wasn't wolf behavior," Deaton said.

Maggie was taken aback. "Oh."

"You're not the only one protecting Scott," Deaton said.

"But it wasn't Scott," Maggie argued.

"No, but he's being set up."

"Derek and I are taking care of it," Maggie said.

Deaton chuckled, "I can't remember the last time I've heard that, 'Derek and I,' it's like old times."

Maggie stood abruptly. "It's not like old times, Deaton."

Deaton looked at Maggie sadly. "No. It's not."

-!-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-!-

"Millie!"

Millie sat up from the couch with a start.

"Jesus, Scott, I'm right here!"

"Get up! Stiles is getting us!"

"Why? Where are we going?" Millie said as she begrudgingly put her shoes on.

"Cause Derek told me how to remember if I did anything during the full moon."

"You went to Derek?" Millie yelled in shock.

"Now is really not the time, Millie."

Millie turned to her brother with a scowl. "What is your problem?"

Scott sighed. "I'm sorry. It's just, I don't want to hurt Allison and Derek is the only one who can help me."

Millie sighed and put a reassuring hand on Scott's shoulder. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but we can find another way."

Scott looked at Millie doubtfully but nodded. "Sure."

They heard Stiles honk two times and Millie and Scott nodded at each other.

"You're gonna be okay, Scotty," Millie added as they closed the door.

"How do you know that?" Scott said, looking defeated.

"Because it's me and you," Millie said simply, "We've always protected each other. And with Stiles, we're a team. Your team."

Scott grinned at his sister and she winked at him as she opened the door to Stiles car and climbed into the back.

Suddenly Scott felt a little more hopeful.

-!-!-!-!-!-

"Okay," Scott said seriously as they approached the bus parking lot, "I'll go in and you two keep watch."

Stiles groaned. "We're always keeping watch!"

"Would you rather get caught?" Scott argued.

"Why do I feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin? I don't want to be Robin all the time!"

"Batman and Robin are a duo team! Who does that make me?" Millie glared at them.

"Nobody's Batman or Robin any of the time!" Scott yelled.

"Not even some of the time?" Stiles added.

"Again, what about me?" Millie pointed.

Scott groaned and opened his door. "Just stay here!"

"I still want to know who that makes me," Millie said again as she climbed over to the passenger seat.

"You're totally Alfred," Stiles laughed.

"Alfred?" Millie said, appalled.

"Yeah," Stiles laughed again, "You're the responsible one. The one that takes care of everyone. Batman needs Alfred. And so does Robin."

Stiles was looking at Millie the way he did when they found Laura's body again, and Millie had no idea what it meant? Was she looking too into it? Was she being too hopeful? But did that mean she had feelings for Stiles? Her best friend? There was no way.

Stiles cleared his throat and looked away. "And Alfred is super sassy and takes no shit," Stiles added, making Millie believe that whatever she thought about that moment was wrong.

Millie turned her eyes back to the bus parking lot and laughed half heartedly. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

"Shit," Stiles sat up suddenly, "Someone's coming."

Stiles honked twice to get Scott's attention but he wasn't coming.

"For fuck's sake," Millie leaned over the middle counsel and honked the horn about fifteen times until Scott came running to them. "Finally," Millie said as she climbed to the back.

"Go!" Scott exclaimed as he jumped into the car.

"Did it work?" Millie asked in a hurry.

"Yeah, I was there last night."

Millie's heart fell.

"But the blood, none of it was mine," Scott added and Millie sighed in relief.

"The red eyes I saw in the bus weren't mine. They were Derek's."

"What about the driver?" Stiles asked.

"I was trying to protect him."

"Wait," Millie shook her head. "Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?"

"That's what I don't get!"

"It's gotta be a pack thing," Stiles guessed. "Like an initiation. You've got to kill together."

"That's twisted," Millie looked appalled.

"Because digging someone's throat out is a real brother's experience?" Scott asked, terrified.

"But you didn't do it!" Stiles reassured, "Which means you're not a killer. And it also means that-,"

"You can go out with Allison," Millie grinned at her brother who looked like the sun just came out.

"I was gonna say that means you won't kill us," Stiles added.

Millie laughed and leaned back in her seat.

"Oh, yeah," Scott grinned, "That too."

-!-!-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-!-!-

"You've had a lot of bad ideas, but this by far surpasses all of your stupid plans."

Maggie rolled her eyes at Derek and continued walking down the hospital hall.

"At least they're effective," Maggie countered.

"You call this," Derek made a large motion with his arms, "effective? You painting me as the bad guy? And you know Scott, Stiles, and Millie are gonna think I was the one in the bus."

Maggie snorted. "You? An alpha? Please."

"Bitch," Derek shook his head.

Maggie shoved him into the wall. "I fucking hate that word."

Derek shoved Maggie off him. "I know." Derek adjusted his jacket. "Let's just get this over with."

"Scared?" Maggie winked.

"No," Derek said firmly.

Derek opened the door to Meyer's room and motioned for Maggie to go first.

Maggie motioned the same. "Bitches first."

"I fucking hate you," Derek said to Maggie and walked in.

Maggie smirked as she followed Derek to Meyer's bedside, where he laid unconscious.

Maggie jagged her elbow into Derek's side and motioned for him to do something.

"What?" Derek whispered. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know!" Maggie whispered back in a strained silent yell, "You're the werewolf!"

"Yeah, and you're the-,"

Maggie gave Derek a look that silenced him. He gulped and looked at the man.

"Open your eyes," Derek said firmly. "Open your eyes!"

Meyers opened his eyes and Maggie squirmed at his trouble to breathe, and so did she. Death was coming for him.

"Look at me. What do you remember?"

"Hale," Meyers croaked.

Derek frowned. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm sorry," Meyers croaked again.

"How do you know me?" Derek urged.

"I'm sorry," He repeated and then looked at Maggie.

"Derek," Maggie said softly, trying to move him aside.

"No-"

"Derek," Maggie looked at him pointedly and then took Meyer's hand. "Ut transeas nunc," Maggie whispered as she looked into Meyer's eyes.

And then the machines went haywire.

"Maggie!" Derek shouted and shook her shoulders. "What did you do?"

Maggie shook his hands off. "What I do, Derek. Or did you forget?"

Maggie stalked out the room, Derek following. She quickly ducked behind a wall and felt her heart pull painfully as she saw her mom try to revive Meyers and then call the time of death.

Maggie looked at her mother's defeated face and wondered what she'd think about her daughter these days if she knew what she became.

Would she still love her?

Would should she stay?

Would anyone?

-!-!-!-!- MILLIE -!-!-!-!-

Millie's headphones were in as she read the chapter in her book on the molecular theory, which nearly pushed Millie to the verge of tears. Her music was so loud, the only way she ever listened, that she didn't hear her mom come into her room.

"Millie!" Her mom yelled as she took the headphones out of Millie's ears.

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, "I didn't hear you come in."

"Of course you didn't," Her mom smiled as they hugged. "Where's your brother and sister?"

"Scott's out on his date with Allison, and Maggie is barely around."

"Yeah," Melissa frowned, "She's always out and about. You know, I saw her hanging out with Derek Hale a couple times, which," Melissa scoffed with a laugh, "was so bizarre."

Millie paled. "What?"

"Yeah," Melissa sat on Millie's bed, "She's been with him a couple times. Maybe they're reconnecting. I always did like him."

Millie shook her head. "You knew him?"

"Yeah," Melissa nodded, "They dated in high school. Maggie even loved him. He used to come around here a couple times." Melissa tilted her head and looked at Millie closely. "Don't you remember?"

Millie swallowed nervously but nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah of course."

Melissa's head turned sharply towards the hallway. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Millie turned. "No?"

Melissa got up and Millie followed as they walked out to the hall. They heard a thumping sound and Millie jumped closely to her mom. Melissa slowly opened the linen closet and took the baseball bat they kept in there and then walked into Scott's room. Melissa opened the door and when they heard another sound she swung the bat and nearly missed Stiles, who had climbed through the window.

Melissa screamed.

Millie screamed.

Stiles screamed.

They all screamed.

"Stiles!" Melissa shouted. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing? God, does anyone in this family even know how to even play baseball?"

"What are you even doing climbing in through the window?" Melissa lowered the bat.

"The front door was locked," Stiles shrugged.

Melissa sighed. "Well at least it's not Millie's window you're climbing through."

Stiles cheeks heated and Millie thought she could just melt into the floor.

"Mom!" Millie yelled.

Scott walked into the room just then, looking around confused. "Why is everyone yelling?"

Melissa shook her head. "Does anyone care that the police made a curfew?"

Scott, Stiles, and Millie all answered at the same time. "No."

"No?" Melissa said appalled. "Alright, that's enough parenting to me for one night. Good night."

Once their mom left, Scott turned to Stiles. "What is it?"

"My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago and it's the bus driver. He said he succumbed to his wounds."

"Succumbed?" Millie asked.

Stiles looked uncomfortably from Scott to Millie. "He's dead."

Scott took a deep breath and sat on his bed. Millie's heart was beating fast as she felt Maggie's ring burn in her pocket again.

"Scott…" Millie said slowly.

Scott looked up at her.

"I think you're right."

"Right about what?" Stiles asked, looking at Millie closely.

Millie looked at Stiles apologetically and handed him the ring. "This is Maggie's. Scott found it in Laura Hale's grave that night."

Stiles looked at the ring and then to Millie with wide eyes. "Why didn't you mention this? This is huge, Millie!"

"I know! I didn't want to believe that Maggie was involved. I couldn't!"

"And now you do?" Scott questioned.

Millie nodded. "Mom said Maggie's been with Derek a lot since she got here."

"So what does that mean?" Stiles asked, "How involved is Maggie? Do you think they were at the hospital? Could they know about any of what's going on?"

"I have no idea," Millie said, her eyes unfocused.

-!-!-!-!- MAGGIE -!-!-!-!-

"You killed him!" Derek shouted.

Maggie rolled her eyes. "This is the sixth time we've been over this."

"You killed him."

"Seven," Maggie looked at her nails in boredom.

Derek stopped his pacing. "You astound me."

Maggie hid her smirk behind her hand.

"Scott's coming," Derek turned quickly towards the front door.

Maggie bolted up, "I'll be upstairs."

Right when Maggie in one abandoned rooms and with a start she realized it was Kora's. Feisty Kora that Maggie always had a soft spot for.

"Derek!" Scott yelled. "I know you're here! I know what you did!"

" I didn't do anything," Derek said.

Scott started to come up the stairs and Maggie began to panic. Would Derek let him? He didn't have any reason to protect Maggie these days. They hated each other, and the perfect way to screw over Maggie was to have her brother find her here.

"You killed him!"

"No," Maggie thought, "I did."

"He died!" Derek argued.

"Wait, what? Was Derek really covering for her?"

"Like your sister died?" Scott countered.

Maggie was shocked to hear that Scott really did think that Derek was the murderer. "If only they knew," She thought.

"My sister was missing. I came here to look for her."

"You found her."

"Scott, stop edging him on…"

"I found her in pieces!" Derek yelled. "Being used as bait to catch me!"

"I think you killed them both. I'm going to tell everyone. Starting with the sheriff."

Scott was getting closer to the floor Maggie was hiding on until did Derek shoved him down the stairs. Maggie would have been livid with Derek for hurting her brother in any other circumstance but right now, Derek was just full of surprises today. There was more scuffle and Maggie was genuinely concerned the house was going to fall on them.

"I didn't kill him!" Derek yelled, "Neither of us did! It's not your fault and it's not mine!"

"It's mine."

"All of this is your fault! You ruined my life!"

"No, I didn't!" Maggie could hear the annoyance in Derek's voice.

"You're the one who bit me!"

"No, I'm not!" Derek argued.

"There's another?" Scott questioned.

"It's called an alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're beta's. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for it and now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you."

"Why me?"

Scott sounded so defeated and Maggie hated that he was dragged into this.

"Because he's the one that bit you. You're a part of his pack. It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants."

"Not if I have anything to do with it," Maggie thought vengefully.

It was silent for a moment and Maggie wasn't sure if Scott was still in the house or not, but Derek's heavy steps coming up the stairs and towards told her Scott had left. The charred door to Kora's old room opened slowly and Derek hesitantly stepped inside. His face was mixture of anger, sadness in its purest form, and the hope of what could have been.

Maggie hated that she could see all of this. She hated herself for knowing him so well.

"He's gone," Derek said, but his eyes were still trailing the walls, seeing things that weren't there anymore.

"Derek," Maggie started but he shook his head.

"You don't have to say anything."

"I was gonna say I owe you one for not selling me out."

Derek's lips twitched into an almost smile. Almost. He sat on the floor next to her and sighed deeply.

"This is the first time I've been in here since…"

"I know," Maggie said softly and took his hand in hers.

And for the first time in years, Derek didn't flinch.

-end-

And that's it. Comments of the variety are very much encouraged.

Hope all is well with the few that read :)

Until next time,

-OGP