Darkest Powers fanfiction
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Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Awesome. Got another chapter out! Okay well, I shall be writing lots more tomorrow. (: Enjoy the chapter and review please! Thanks bunches. ^-^

Chapter 12.

A strong sterile scent burned her nostrils and her eyes flew open. She gasped and leaned upward, but her body was strapped down. It was then that she realized she had been lying on a cold metal table, her wrists, ankles, and chest strapped with thick leather belts. Mary struggled to free herself, grunting and writhing, but to no avail.

She tried to remember how she had gotten here, but the only thing that came to her was being in Dr. Gill's office, losing control of her temper because she was going to be taken away from Lyle House, from Derek. This was her punishment for not keeping away from him like Dr. Gill instructed.

Then there was the needle Dr. Gill was coming at her with; a sedative, but a strong one at that. She could remember Derek's scent just outside of the room, and her screaming at Dr. Gill to get away from her with it. She wondered why Derek wasn't coming in to help her. Finally, she felt the needle puncture her skin, and Derek's scent was gone. Her eyesight blurred, and the last thing she remembered was hitting the floor and blacking out.

So she hadn't been aware when she'd been brought here. Mary looked around her. Her surroundings were nothing but white, except for the table she was stuck on. A long mirror took up almost an entire wall, and there were counters of equipment that would have been found in a doctor's office, or a laboratory.

Her heart began to race. She couldn't be back at the Edison Group's lab, could she? Mary tried to sniff out scents, but the sterile smell was so overpowering that it hurt to breath. Her body was limp and weak, and she couldn't ever remember feeling so powerless. She tugged at the leather bands around her wrists again, falling weaker with each attempt.

Mary considered going through the Change, but her wolf body wouldn't have helped her escape the bonds. She growled and roared like a true beast in frustration, and blinked back the tears that were forming at the edges of her brilliant green eyes. There was nothing more Mary hated than being confined and bound. She longed for her freedom again.

Then, suddenly, a sensation of nausea overcame her, and she wasn't sure if it was because of her extremely sickening sterile environment, or maybe the sedative Dr. Gill injected her with. Had they given Mary any other meds while she was asleep? Could her nausea be because of the meds Dr. Gill had prescribed to her? Mary didn't know and her mind was growing fuzzy. Suddenly, before she even knew it, she was tasting bile in her mouth. She turned her face so that it spewed onto the white floors. Mary's breathing grew rapidly heavy and she cried out.

The door to the white room opened immediately and footsteps rushed inside. Some were people she'd never seen, others vaguely familiar from when she'd been here at the lab her first time, but everyone was dressed in a white lab coat.

"What's going on with her?" asked one woman frantically. Mary felt the bile rise again.

"Could the medication be making her sick?" another asked.

"Perhaps it's the lycanthropy that's rejecting the injection," mentioned a man.

"Get her a bucket," said a second woman, however one with more authority. "Somebody get Marcel in here."

Marcel? The name was familiar, but Mary's mind was so cloudy that she couldn't put her finger on where she'd heard it. She'd recalled seeing the leading woman as well.

Mary's head rolled back and forth on the table as the group of white-coated adults crowded around her, like she was a test subject. The woman in charge was instructing the others to gather her some supplies, and she was then handed a stethoscope. She put it in her ears and then placed the round metal tunable diaphragm on Mary's chest. Mary looked down and realized she was in a hospital gown.

The woman shushed her gently as she measured her heart rate. Suddenly, she brought the tunable diaphragm down to her stomach, and Mary's heart really began to race.

"Why … are you putting that … there?" she rasped. The doctor ignored her, but took the stethoscope out of her ears.

"Everything sounds okay," she said to the other white-coats. "Give her another sedative until Marcel comes. Don't make it as strong this time, though."

Mary struggled in her place as she saw a man flicking a syringe with the designated sedative. She pleaded, she snarled, she tried to bite at him, but somebody snapped her jaw shut, and the man stuck the needle into her arm. Slowly, everything began to fuzz again.

"Dr. Fellows, what was the reading for the babies?" she heard a woman ask the doctor who had measured her heart rate. Mary was already knocked out to hear the doctor's answer, or to even ask herself what babies she was talking about.

o o o o

Derek awoke that night, gasping for breath. He ran his hand through his hair and bit down on his lip. It wasn't until he heard Simon's voice that he knew he was also awake.

"You're trembling, bro," he mentioned, his eyebrows knitting together. "And you're sweating like a maniac. You're not okay."

"She's gone, Simon," he whispered, almost choking on his words. "She's gone."

"I don't understand why they took her," Simon said, shaking his head.

"Because that psycho bitch told her to stay away from me and she didn't. They told her because of her trauma that I was going to feed her bullshit, because we're experiencing the same symptoms. Do you know why that is? It's because we're the same fucking species!" he shouted, almost yanking his hair out as he threw his fists to his bed, clenching his bed sheets. His legs hung over the side of his bed and he buried his face in his hands. He didn't have to look up to know Simon was coming to sit next to him.

"I know. It's stupid. But we can go after her as we search for Dad. Kill two birds with one stone," suggested Simon. Derek lifted his face from his hands, staring at his brother with tear-stained eyes. This was rare for Derek. He normally sported no emotion, but after meeting Mary, he figured it all changed.

"They probably know," he said softly. Simon's expression turned to puzzlement.

"What do you mean?"

"The nurses. They probably figured out about Mary and I. What we did …"

"What … did you do?"

Derek sighed heavily before he responded. "I had sex with her, Simon. She … she was undergoing the Change and … and it just happened. She wanted me to see her Change from wolf to human, and she wasn't wearing any clothes, and she crawled on me and … it just happened."

Simon stared at him in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. Derek shook his head.

"I don't know how they could have figured it out. No one was there, and it was in the dead of night, but if they sent her away, they had to have known something was up between us. Even Brady suspected something, and, despite what he says, the guy is a moron." He continued to shake his head. "This is all my fault. I finally fall in love and she's taken away from me. I should have never let my emotions take control. This is all my fault."

Simon was silent for a while, and Derek figured it was because he was disappointed in him. However, his response surprised him.

"Derek, how the hell could you believe this is your fault? Did you announce to the entire world that you two had a thing going on? No. This is not your fault, or Mary's fault, but it's because Dr. Gill and everyone else who's involved with the Edison Group are so stupid that they think they could just do whatever they want with lives like ours. You loved her; that's normal for a teenage boy. She was taken away from you, but not because you did anything. So, if you really loved her like you say you did, you'd get your ass up right now and we'd leave to go find her, and Dad, of course," said Simon.

Derek knew he was right, but his gut told him they couldn't leave yet. He was afraid for his brother. Derek could take care of himself, but it was hard to take care of his diabetic brother as well, especially because he didn't have the same acute senses Derek possessed. Simon had his magic, but he could only use it for offense. Derek was well with hiding himself, sniffing out people's scents, and recognizing if danger drew near. If they were going to sneak out, the nurses would surely find out in less than a day and send a team to search for them, especially because they were genetically modified subjects—well, he was genetically modified.

"We'll go out and find her," he agreed, "but not tonight. We've got to plan this out, especially if we're going to find Dad on the way." Simon sighed, but nodded.

"Right. Okay. You think you could get a hold of Mary's scent to trace?" he asked. Derek narrowed his eyebrows and stood from his bed, creeping towards Mary's room, Simon following.

Derek hadn't been in her room since that afternoon before she'd gone to Dr. Gill's office, the afternoon he'd hurried with his homework and left to make-out with her on her bed. He could still taste her lips on his, taste the tongue she ran over his teeth with. He felt his body grow warm as remembered the way her hands felt on him, squeezing his shoulders with yearning. Derek's fist clenched tightly and he stood in the middle of her room. It still smelled like her, even though all of her belongings were gone.

"What's that?" Simon whispered, pointing towards her bed. Derek followed his gaze and noticed a dull glint on the floor. It was small, as if it were hiding underneath her bed. He walked over to it and grabbed it, pulling it from underneath her bed. It was a chain, a golden chain, that had seen better days. Derek had never seen this before, but Mary's scent was all over it, so he knew it was hers. Hanging off of the chain was a golden heart, bearing the engraved marking of a cursive F in the middle.

"An F?" inquired Simon.

"Fiona," answered Derek in a whisper. Simon's eyes widened and he looked back sadly at the heart. "It was her mother's." Derek's gut wrenched as he was reminded of how Mary missed her mother so dearly. Thinking about the memory made the tears stream down his face. It just proved to him how much he missed his Mary.