Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: So I guess I haven't really been updating as much as I would have liked, and Thanksgiving break is almost over. /: I've gotten two chapters for Everyone's Secret, and only one for Plastic Promises (my Vampire Kisses fanfiction). I remember the days when I'd be updating at least three times a day. Ugh. I'm losing my touch. Well, anyway, enough lamenting. I hope you like the chapter, and pleaseee review. ;D It means a lot. Thanks guys! Enjoy, and I hope all of you [Americans] had a happy Thanksgiving. I know I did. I'm ready for Thanksgiving leftovers! :D And have a safe Black Friday! I know I'm ready to go shopping, well, for tomorrow that is when all the chaos has died down. [x Hahaha, okay, okay. I need to stop using these Author's Notes as blogs. dX Enjoy the chapter and, again, please review! Thaanks! :D

Chapter O7.

Just a couple minutes after Mary had left the room to visit Dr. Gill in her office, Derek slammed his book shut and gathered his schoolwork together. Simon looked at him in the corner of his eye and mimicked his actions. Brady, who was still playing the Xbox, looked down at them with confusion.

"Where are you guys going?" he asked.

"To study with some peace," Derek muttered. Brady rolled his eyes. Once Derek had tucked his book under his arm, he crawled around the coffee table to where Mary's work was laid out. He began to gather her things together when Brady stopped him.

"You don't need to do that. She's coming back," he said. Derek's dark eyes met with Brady's egotistic ones.

"I highly doubt that." Brady was taken aback. Derek glanced down at the controller in Brady's hand. "And I know it would be in your best interest to get off that game and start studying. God knows you need it."

"Look, Derek," snarled Brady, placing the controller on the seat beside him and standing up. Derek stood from his knees as well, placing his book on top of Mary's on the table.

"Derek," hissed Simon. "Come on. You don't need this." Derek ignored him.

"You know, I know the two of us aren't on best terms, but ever since Mary came, you've been acting even colder towards me. You jealous that she likes me better than you?" A smirk appeared on Brady's smug face. Simon closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Brady …" Simon stretched his name out into many syllables as he said it in a warning tone.

Derek rolled his eyes and gathered both his book and Mary's, tucking them under the same arm. He turned his back on Brady and led Simon towards the doorway.

"I knew it," Brady snickered. "You probably get wet dreams every night thinking about her, probably a boner from looking at her giant boobs. I'll bet I'll get a taste of her before you ever will."

Simon widened his eyes. "That's gross, man," he said, turning his head to glare at him. However, Derek had completely stopped in his tracks. He never put up with Brady's taunts before, but, for some reason, when he taunted him about Mary, his blood boiled. Derek's fingers clutched into fists as he narrowed his eyebrows. Simon heard his heavy breathing and gave him a push forward.

"Come on. Let's go," he whispered. "You know he's just full of it. Mary doesn't even look twice at him."

Derek, still infuriated, continued up towards their bedroom, Simon hot on his heels. Why had Brady's words affected him so? He didn't need Simon to tell him that Brady was full of it.

"Bro?" Simon called, resting a hand on his shoulder and looking up at him with concern. It was then that Derek had realized he'd stopped directly in front of Mary's bedroom door. Simon looked from his brother's face to Mary's room, and then back to Derek. "Why are we here?"

Derek blinked and shook his head. He handed him Mary's textbook. "Put this in her room. I've got to finish my math."

"But … you're already here," Simon said, but Derek ignored him and turned on his heel, walking towards their shared bedroom. Derek heard Simon sigh heavily and walk inside her room. Suddenly, Derek darted down the stairs, slinking in the shadows so that neither the nurses nor Brady would catch him downstairs. He made his way towards Dr. Gill's office and pressed his body against the wall outside her room. He probably should have told Simon about his coming to eavesdrop on the meeting, but Simon wouldn't have been able to hear anything anyway. Derek knew Simon would understand. He always did.

Derek pressed his ear against the wall. Mary's and Dr. Gill's voices were very clear, as if he were in the room with them.

"Let's talk about your home life, Mary," Dr. Gill said. He heard a snort, which he knew belonged to Mary.

"Let's not," she said.

"I understand you ran away. Why is that?" Dr. Gill pressed. A heavy sigh. Mary's.

"Because my father's a douche," Mary snapped.

"Let's refrain from using bad language."

"You asked me why. I told you. I ran away because my father's a dirty douche-bag. A bastard." A heavy sigh. Dr. Gill's.

"Have you and your father fought much? What did he do to cause you to leave?" Dr. Gill asked.

"Of course we fought. There was never a day we didn't. I left because I was sick of the violence, but I guess violence is in our nature anyway," Mary muttered. Derek narrowed his eyebrows. She was referring to the lycanthropy. He was pretty sure Dr. Gill knew this too, but he expected her to come to a different conclusion.

"Violence doesn't have to be in our nature, Mary. It's possible to be civil," she said. Mary broke into a humorless laughter.

"Oh that's complete B.S. You know what I'm referring to. I'm not referring to humans." Derek's eyes widened.

"Well then what else could you possibly be referring to?" Dr. Gill asked innocently.

"I know Davidoff's told you what I am. What my father is. Davidoff's seen me Change," Mary said softly.

"Mary, I have no idea what you're talking about." Derek heard some scratching. Dr. Gill writing on her notepad.

"What are you writing? Mary Ralluber—insanity, violent rages, possibly future murderer? It's in my nature, and you know it," Mary hissed.

"Did your father tell you violence was in your nature? That murder was in your nature?"

"Well my mother sure as hell didn't. She didn't even know about us, not until she witnessed my father's Change. She freaked out and D. Jay had to tell her the truth. That I was one too.

"My mother never looked at me the same. And then, one day, she decided it best to leave. But D. Jay didn't agree with that. No ma'am. He dragged her outside and, about a minute worth of screams later, there was silence and he came back in, his face and clothes drenched in blood.

"You want to know why I ran away? Why my father's a douche? He killed my mom. He ate her. Because she couldn't handle the truth. And, do you know what really sucks? I look just like her, so I'm constantly called Fiona because my drunk father can't tell the difference. So begins the fighting, the abuse, the rages. You know what I am. Don't you dare try to deny it."

There was silence in the room. Derek's eyes averted to the floor, eyebrows still narrowed. There wasn't even a sniffle. Derek couldn't smell tears. Mary wasn't crying, not even after telling Dr. Gill her horrifying story.

"Incidents like this happen often, sadly enough," Dr. Gill began, and dread began to fill Derek's body. She was about to label her. Of course Dr. Gill wasn't going to admit that Mary really was a werewolf. If anything, Dr. Gill was a fool for labeling her with a mental disorder even when Mary knew for a fact she was a werewolf. But supernaturals couldn't exist in the outside world. They had to be hidden, had to be kept secret. Brainwashing supernatural children with false disorders was their way of keeping it secret.

"I highly doubt it," Mary hissed.

"You're traumatized by the murder of your mother, and with all that your father has fed you, about violence and rages being in 'your nature,' it contributes to your beliefs now. After all, it's only natural for a child to believe everything their parent tells them," Dr. Gill explained.

"So my father has been telling me lies. That's it, right?"

"Yes." There was scoff. Mary's.

"Frankly, I'd probably believe everything you've just told me if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," Mary snarled.

"The eyes can be deceiving. After everything you've been through, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if your eyes began playing tricks on you, especially from all of the false facts your father has fed you. You've become vulnerable, Mary. The death of your mother has affected you greatly. You're traumatized from the memory.

"I'm going to take these notes to get you tested, but the idea of what I believe you're diagnosed with is probably correct," said Dr. Gill. The session was coming to a close.

"And what's that?" Mary snapped.

"Most likely you are diagnosed with psychological trauma, perhaps insanity, based on what you've seen." Mary scoffed.

"Of course." She stretched the words into multiple syllables, her tone sarcastic.

"The test will come back hopefully tomorrow or the following day. In the meantime, I would recommend you stay away from Derek Souza." Derek's eyes widened.

"Why's that?" Mary asked with an attitude.

"He suffers similar symptoms. If anything of what he says were to get through to your mind, you'd probably believe him, just because you are weak right now. Like I said, your mother's death has really taken a toll on you."

"So, what's Derek? Is he an insane kid too?"

"We don't use language like that," Dr. Gill said sternly, "and Derek's diagnosis is confidential, but he's experienced false beliefs as well. I wouldn't want you to believe everything he told you. I'm trying to help you both. It would be easier if you two didn't come into contact so much." Derek rolled his eyes.

False beliefs my ass, he thought.

"So it completely makes sense that we're living under same roof," Mary said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Gotcha."

Derek heard Dr. Gill sigh. "We know you're old enough to be responsible. Do you want to get better, Mary?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course you do."

"Well, whatever. Truthfully, nothing can cure me."

"With an attitude like that, nothing can cure you. You have to want it, Mary." There was a short pause before Mary replied.

"Well, since it's what you want to hear then, yes! I do want to get better!" She said the last bit in a false enthusiastic tone, and Derek quietly scoffed.

There was a ruffle of papers and a heavy sigh, which belonged to Dr. Gill. "I will see you tomorrow, Mary. Please send Derek to my office."

"Didn't you just say you wanted me to stay away from Derek?"

"Can I trust you to merely tell him to come to my office? I don't think that involves much interacting." Derek could hear footsteps coming towards the door beside him and Mary's scent tickled his nose.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," she muttered and opened the door. She didn't even look his way before crying out loud, "Derek! Dr. Gill wants to see you!" in a voice that carried through the entire house. Mary closed the door and glanced back at Derek. "Guess nothing's ever private with you around, huh?"

"You would have told us eventually," Derek muttered.

"Us?"

"Simon and me."

"Oh, right. The Siamese foster brothers. Can't do one thing without the other. Speaking of which, where is your significant other? Shouldn't he be playing spy with you?" she asked.

"He's upstairs."

Suddenly, they smelled one of the nurses, Miss Van Dop, coming near, her footsteps quickly padding through the hall.

"You've got a date with Dr. Gill. See ya," Mary said, and slunk around the corner and up the stairs to avoid Miss Van Dop. She was going to scold Mary for "not using her inside voice" and she didn't find it that all appealing to stick around. Derek watched her leave before pushing the door open to Dr. Gill's office.