Darkest Powers fanfiction
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Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Merry Christmas, everyone! My internet connection is being a complete butthole so it took me like, ten freakin' minutes just to upload this document. JEEZ! Dx Well, enjoy and please review. Thanks! (:

Chapter 13.

Mary's bright green eyes opened to very different surroundings than she'd last witnessed. She was no longer strapped to the metal table, but instead was laying comfortably on a fluffy bed, a bed that felt a whole lot better than the lumpy mattress she slept on at Lyle House. She sat up and pressed her palm to her forehead, running her fingers through the black fringes that swept across her forehead, brushing them back from her face.

The room she was in resembled quite accurately a hotel room, and eyebrows knitted as to why she was here. The floor was a nice red shag carpet with red wallpapered walls. Her nightstands carried pleasant lamps and she had both a walk-in closet and armoire. A couple of armchairs lingered about the room, surrounding a mounted flat-screen television on the wall.

Suddenly, it dawned on Mary that this had been her room from before she'd arrived at Lyle House. She was still with the Edison Group. Her gut churned and her blood curdled. Suddenly the lumpy mattress in her room at the group home sounded more appealing than the comfortable room she was in. At least there she had Derek.

She looked down at her body and realized she was no longer donning the hospital gown. Instead she was wearing her shorts and green v-neck, the clothes she'd been sporting before she was knocked out by Dr. Gill's sedative. Sighing heavily, she bowed head, her black mane of chopped layers falling over her shoulders. She hugged her bodice and shut her eyes, squinting them tightly and praying this was all a dream, that she was really snuggled next to Derek's powerful body, draped with his large arms tightly around her, smelling his unusually familiar scent, despite the body odor he struggled to maintain. Mary really didn't care about that, though, especially because she suffered the same dilemma. Perhaps that was why it didn't bother her, his body odor. Besides, it had been getting better. He wasn't smelling as strongly as he did before, but his werewolf scent was still strong.

She realized that she had never missed anyone as much as her mother, but she felt so empty without Derek's hands on her. She missed his large, calloused, warm hands, how he usually hesitated before grazing her bare skin with his fingers, but how she always welcomed it. She wanted to kiss him, to be underneath him, running her fingers through his matte black hair and entangling them in it. She wanted to feel his hot breath in her mouth, to feel her tongue embraced by his own, to see his nervous and embarrassed face whenever they began to kiss, but then growing more confident as their kiss progressed.

Mary hadn't realized she'd been crying silently until the door to her room clicked and the knob turned. She quickly wiped her cheeks and narrowed her eyes at her visitors. A tall man and the same woman with the stethoscope appeared at her door. Mary's eyebrows knitted together.

"Hello Mary. Long time, no see, wouldn't you say?" chuckled Dr. Davidoff. "How are you doing?"

"Why am I here?" she demanded. "I've done nothing wrong." Dr. Davidoff exchanged glances with the woman and sighed heavily. His welcoming smile slightly altered.

"I'm afraid you are incorrect, Mary," he said. "We've heard reports about you disobeying Dr. Gill's requests."

"Because I made friends with Derek? This is why I'm here? You guys are all full of it," Mary snarled, crossing her arms. Dr. Davidoff pursed his lips and shook his head.

"You're here because you were more than just friends with Derek," he said. Mary's eyes widened. How had they found out? Did that big mouth Brady blab to one of the nurses?

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Mary, have you and Derek been involved in any inappropriate conduct?" inquired Dr. Davidoff. "You won't be in trouble. We just need to know."

Her heart was beating quickly. Somebody had seen them. Somebody had known about the two of them being together.

"Please Mary. You don't need to lie to us," said the woman gently, entangling her fingers together in front of her.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I do anything like that with Derek?" she snapped. Dr. Davidoff sighed again.

"Because you're pregnant, Mary," he said, "and we taken a paternity with blood samples we kept from when Derek resided here."

Mary gasped and was speechless. She immediately felt the tears stream down her face. She was pregnant? She felt the bed crumble beneath her and imagined herself falling. One horrible thing was leading to another. They didn't want Mary to stay away from Derek because of what he could possibly tell her, but because they could possibly get pregnant. But why only Derek? Mary could have gotten pregnant with any of the boys, not that she wanted to, but they made no warning against it. Perhaps they already had seen a connection between Mary and Derek.

"It's because we're werewolves, isn't it? You didn't want a bunch of puppies running around all over the place," Mary said softly. She turned to the woman doctor. "And you said there I was having babies, as in, more than one."

"Yes, Dr. Fellows did see more than one child inside of you," said Dr. Davidoff. Mary gulped and she was feeling weaker than before, even without sedatives.

"How many?" Dr. Fellows slightly smiled.

"You're having twins," she said gently.

"Twins," Mary repeated in a whisper. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, bending over and bowing her head again. She heard footsteps draw near her and realized that both doctors were sitting beside her on her bed. Dr. Fellows draped an arm around her, like a comforting parent.

"Don't worry, Mary. We're going to take care of you here. Your children will be safe," soothed Dr. Davidoff. Mary could hear the deceit in his words. The people here meant nothing but harm and misery. After all, Derek himself had said they had experimented on him. He was genetically modified, and he figured it was the reason why he hadn't undergone the Change yet. Mary knew it was abnormal for an adolescent werewolf to not go through the Change. It's just like a teenager never going through puberty. She hated the doctors here for doing anything to her werewolf, so she most certainly couldn't trust them with her.

She lifted her gaze and backed away from the both of them, pressing her back against the headboard of her former bed. Both doctors looked at her strangely.

"I know what you did to Derek, and it's because of you that he can't undergo the Change and live a normal werewolf life. How can I trust you with me or these babies?" she snarled.

"You don't understand what we do here, Mary. You are not a part of this group. But you really do not need to worry. We promise to keep you safe."

"Bullshit!" she screamed and, quicker than the adults could see, Mary jumped from in between them to the floor, crouching like a tiger. "I can't trust any of you liars. If I learned one thing from my bastard father, it's how to survive, and I know I can't survive trusting people with the likes of you."

"Your father was insane; you said it yourself," Davidoff reminded.

"Yeah, but so are you," Mary snapped back, rising to her feet.

Dr. Davidoff turned to Dr. Fellows before turning back to Mary with a final request.

"You must settle down, Mary. We'll have to take action if you don't settle down. It would be unwise to go through the Change right here. There are cameras and security guards around almost every corner. You can't escape," he said.

Mary barked a humorless laughter, and it hissed into a growl, baring her teeth and her eyes darkening with fury. "As if I'd listen to you. I don't care what you'll do. Never underestimate a fully Changed werewolf."

Her body began to tremble and her skin rippled. Her growls grew louder and she stretched her limbs out. Her fingernails were extending into claws and her eyes were shrinking into bright green canine eyes. Her head shook back and forth and the doctors could see points shifting through her hair. They were the becomings of a set of wolf ears. Her human ears were shrinking and her body was contorting into an unnatural shape.

"Lauren, get the sedative ready," said Dr. Davidoff as he inched towards Mary. She snarled at him viciously, her face already contorted into the form of a canine. Her Change was performing quickly, and Davidoff knew she was a highly experienced werewolf. Mary saw the surprise etching across his face. An inhumane chuckle escaped her throat, as her vocal chords were still intact.

"Surprised at my power, Davidoff?" she asked with evil amusement. "Didn't I tell you my father is the Alpha in his pack? He's the strongest werewolf in all of Montana. I only learned from the best."

She launched towards Davidoff, her claws extended and reaching for his face. Suddenly, a drawer from Mary's armoire hurdled towards her, striking her to the ground.

"Now, Lauren!" shouted Davidoff. "Before she gets up!"

Mary saw the woman hurry towards her, another dripping syringe in her hand. Mary roared in her face, startling the woman before she injected the sedative into her leg. Mary struggled some more, swiping the doctor's bare knee, her blood immediately pooling out and onto the carpet, before she finally fell weak again.