Forget Me Not

23. First Base

I watched the sky change phases, watching kid Derek's chest go up and down and hearing Lydia's small and delicate snores kept me up all night, the air was so steady and quiet, any sudden movement would ripple through the air and cause a commotion.

The sun was bright and old, the sounds of the bells from the door alerted me, my head was aching, Deaton walked in "why didn't you sleep" Deaton asked me.

"I wasn't tired".

"Never thought you could lie to my face, you look like hell" he joked.

I never really realized how nonchalant Deaton sounded, it was monotoned but sound like a ghost whisking through the air.

Deaton started to check his heart, Lydia jumped up "your chairs are not comfortable" Lydia said "they're not meant for sleeping on" I remarked rudely.

"His heart rate is alarmingly high" Deaton told us "what does that mean" I asked "let's check, Lydia hand me the scalpel" Deaton asked, she handed him the small knife, Deaton cut a line down on his arm, the cut healed .25 seconds after the scalpel touched it.

"Let's get a syringe" Deaton asked him and Lydia walked over to his supply room, "please be okay" I spoke to his unconscious body, I grabbed his hand and began draining his pain and darkness, it felt like static shock moving through my veins, like everything I kiss him.

Young Derek's eyes shot open, "guys he's awake" I told them, he pulled out his claws, he looked confused and disoriented, "Derek are you okay" Deaton asked, he attack Deaton and pushed him into the wall, then took off running, I started running after him, I walked out of the clinic, it's like every track of him was gone.

I walked back in Deaton stood up and was holding his forearm which was bleeding "you know how to stitch up a wound" Deaton asked me "yeah, Lydia get me some supplies" I asked, I washed my hands and dried them, Lydia came back, I cleaned out the wound "Lydia can you contact Scott" Deaton asked, she started to text them.

"Why would he attack you" I asked "he's memory must have went with his age" Deaton theorised "he must've been scared, three strangers up in his face, on a metal table" Lydia explained.

I'm a stranger to him.

Stiles and Scott got here "so where would he go first" I asked, we all took a minute to ponder "his house, you said his memory was wiped so he doesn't remember it burning down" Stiles said every time I hear the word 'burning' I think of Kate, because instead of walking earth she should be burning in hell.

"How are we going to tell him the truth about his house" Scott asked "we can't tell him, how would you feel if someone told you all of your family died in a fire" I asked him "we can't lie to him" Scott said "we won't we'll just hold of the truth" Lydia spoke, making me roll my eyes "if he asks us we have to tell him" Scott said.

I got inside my car, and driving loosely to get to the Hale house, I put in the coordinates too where it is so I'm pretty sure I won't get lost, roads clear, no cops, my foot pressed on the peddle harder making the speed of my car increase.

I stopped at a construction site, the house was torn down, there was a bunch of rubble and pieces of the house, I walked onto the site, and knelt down to pieces of the house.

I heard fire crackling and the sounds of screams, men, women, and children were in there, Derek's whole family was wiped out but this psycho bitch, he can't ever call them when he needs them, he can't visit his parents, he can't talk to his little cousins or take care of his grandmother. If I wanted to I could say I hate my family but he can't because he has no family to hate, and all he has is now is Peter and I'd kill myself if I was stuck with him.