3rd POV (Revolving around Derek)

The smell of cookies clogged Derek's senses as he slowly awoke from a dreamless nap. Cookies? He tried to remember what had happened before his nap. He had slept in the forest, not a warm, cookie-smelling house. No. Most definitely not.

He opened his heavy eye lids and looked around. Indian patterns and trinkets filled his vision. His mind raced. Where exactly was he? So far, this wasn't looking very good.

Not okay, not okay at all. I've got to get out of this place- quick. He looked around and spotted –with frustration- the only exit was the door. Groaning quietly, he stood, his right arm aching. He shrugged it off- pain was simply a state of mind. A test your body wants to give you to see how you react. Outside of his room he heard bikering.

"Why'd you move him into Emily's bed? Emily's bed!" A voice hissed. Someone else chuckled nervously.

"I dunno, Emily's couch isn't remotely close to as comfertable as her bed." The one who chuckled nervously said. "No offence, Em."

A light laugh sounded. "No problem Jake, I agree. I think he's better off in the bed than on the couch."

"You sure?" The first voice asked uneasily. Derek heard someone shift their weight. "The kid can stay at my house, Emily. I won't bite him or anything."

"Sorry but no." The female, Emily, sounded like she was smiling. "I think I want him to stay here. It'll be easier to help him heal his broken arm."

Broken arm? Derek thought amusedly. Interesting... Renae broke my arm.

A heavy sigh was heard before the first voice mumbled. "Okay, Emily. If that's what makes it easier on you, then I'll let him stay here."

"Thanks, Sam."

A grunt in response was all she got.

A slightly childish voice added, "Hey, we should ask Max if she knows anything."

Derek's senses went on hyper alert. Max? That Max? It had to be. There was no other Max they could know. Unless they were talking about a boy. Derek listened hard.

"She-" the voice went on, and Derek nodded. It had to be Max. "- might know this other person. Did you say his name was Derek, Sam? Was that it?" They knew his name? How?

"That's what that girl –Renae- called him." The first voice sighed. This one must have been named Sam. So far he knew there were a Jake, Sam and Emily. Who was this small voice?

"Hey Jake, you think he's awake yet?" The slightly childish voice questioned.

"Maybe." This Jake person mumbled in reply. "You wanna go check?"

"Okay!" The voice squeaked, and Derek heard footsteps. Derek closed his eyes and turned to his side, his chest falling and rising gently, as if he were actually asleep. "Oh." He heard the voice right next to the bed and almost jumped out of his skin. How'd he get to near without Derek noticing? "You're still asleep...." Then the figure called, not to him, but to the people he was with, "He isn't up, yet!"

Derek held back a wince.

Not so loud... He thought bitterly. Derek was definitely not a morning person.

Emily's voice called through the house, "Sam and Jacob just left to go get Max and the Cullens! Seth, can you come help me make these cookies? It will give you something to do."

"Sure.... But aren't the Cullens supposed to stay across the boundary line?"

"Sam's making an acception."

"That's good." Derek could almost hear the smile in his voice as Seth closed the door. Derek's eyes opened sluggishly as he processed the words. So Sam was the black wolf? And the Cullens were coming? And Max? What about the flock? Max was mad at them, Derek had been informed, but wasn't too mad to leave them behind again.

Derek sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. He was so tired he wasn't sleepy anymore. Not that that made sense, but it was how he felt. He stood and crept to the door, opening it slowly. He snuck down the hall and peeked around the open doorway, trying hard to be stealthy and unseen. That effort failed when someone called from behind, "Hey, you're awake!"

Derek spun and clutched his chest, staring with wide eyes at the man before him. The man had charcoal black hair and was sunkissed. He was tall and muscular, and Derek thought about how much his appearance at the moment resembled to the man.

"U-um, hello," Derek mumbled, looking at the floor like a child who had been caught trying to sneak a cookie from the cookie jar.

The man frowned. "Hey- what's wrong?"

"Nothing at all...." Derek shrugged nonchalantly.

"Lieing isn't healthy," The man chuckled. "Haven't you ever heard the story Pinochio?"

Derek shook his head. "No. What's Pinochio?"

"You've seriously never heard that story?" The man asked with wide eyes.

"Nope." He mumbled. "I haven't."

"Are you feeling okay?" The man asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." Derek admitted.

Derek's stomach decided to help out and groaned loudly, nearly screaming 'shove some food down this kid's throat I'm STARVING!'

Derek blushed furiously and the man grinned, guiding Derek into the kitchen. "I take it you're hungry."

"Yeah, I am." Derek mumbled, staring at his oh-so-interesting sneakers. He was wearing jeans that were mostly tattered at the knee caps –which were still slightly wet from the dew, and soot he fell in- and his black T-shirt. His hair was draped over his eyes, and with constant tosses of his head, it would slide aside for a few minutes before falling back. A soft hand fell onto his shoulder after he sank into a kitchen chair and Derek looked up into kind eyes.

"Hello," This must be Emily, Derek thought. She continued. "I'm Emily." Bingo. "Would you like a glass of milk or water? I made cookies, too."

That explained why he smelled cookies. Derek nodded and said a quick "Milk, please." Before playing with a hole in his jeans on his right knee.

Emily served up a plate of piping hot cookies and a glass of cold milk. Derek smiled politely, giving her a "Thank you, Miss Emily." Before turning back to the cookies.

The man from before wrapped his arms around Emily's waist. She squeaked and laughed. "Sam! Don't do that. Especially not while I'm cooking."

"I'm sorry," The man crooned and the girl giggled.

Derek almost smiled. It was sweet, in a way.

So that man was Sam and the girl was Emily. Another boy was looking at Derek with bright eyes. When the boy caught Derek's eye, he grinned, holding out a hand to Derek.

"Hey, I'm Seth," The boy smiled when Derek shook his hand.

"Derek," He answered bluntly with a small grin.

"Oh, you're up!" Another voice chuckled from the doorway. Derek turned to see several pale figures and tow tan ones. One tan one was male. Derek figured that was Jacob. The other figure made his hyper alert senses kick in again.

There stood Maximum Ride.

Right in front of him, his enemy leaned on the doorframe, not knowing what she was going to get handed to her.

Derek had to smother a grin.

They had no idea who they were messing with.

Lol Derek just turned EVIL! I love my OC. He rocks.

I DISCLAIM- no, wait. DEREK disclaims.

Derek- Do I seriously have to?

Yes, Derek. Yes you do xD

Derek- ... Gotta be kidding me... Fine. Whatever. We disclaim. Happy?

Yes, Derek, I am very happy.

Derek- ... Little freak...

xD