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stardustshelb · 7 months

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"Orange Juice" Part One

TW: Language. Your name (female) + Danny. 3,157 words.

The song "Orange Juice" by Noah Kahan inspired me to write this story; each part of the story is inspired by a different part of the song. Also, I'm in my sad girl era so you all must suffer with me.

“Feels like I've been ready for you to come home for so long.

That I didn't think to ask you where you'd gone.

Why'd you go?” - NK

I should have known when my dad texted me to check my email that there’d be something interesting waiting for me in my inbox. The organizers of my high school reunion had no idea how to get in touch with me, so they went through him. Part of me wished he would have just deleted the email and never said anything. How has it already been 10 years since I graduated? I swear it was only yesterday that Sam and I were daydreaming about record deals and tours while sitting in class. My parents were never too hard on me about school because I still made time for both my studies and my band. But I think they always knew that I was never going to need to know chemistry or calculus because I was going to have a career in music. Though, none of us would have ever dreamed I’d be where I am today.

Josh and Jake skipped out on their high school reunion a couple years ago, and Sam was planning to do the same for ours. It would probably cause more trouble than it’s worth if we showed up. Truth be told, I wasn’t dying to go but I was curious to know if you’d be there. We haven’t spoken since I left Frankenmuth. Hell, we stopped talking while I was still there. I’ve heard stories about you from my mom. “The girl who got away is in rehab again,” she’d say casually over the phone. Something about the way she’d say again angered me, but I knew she meant well.

Judging by the date on the invitation, I still had a few months to decide whether I was going to attend or not. Maybe I could find out if you were planning on going while I’m home later this week for Christmas. I wondered if you’d even be around town or if you’d even want to see me. Our friendship didn’t end on the best of terms and that still bothered me nearly a decade later. I wonder if you’ve ever forgiven me for that night. It took a while for me to forgive myself.

…

“Let me help,” Dad said as he grabbed my guitar case out of the back of the SUV I rented for the week. I tried to pack light for the quick trip but between my suitcase, guitar, and the presents I bought for my family, I ended up checking more luggage than I expected. I could smell Mom’s cooking from the driveway, and I had to swallow the lump of nostalgia that formed in my throat. I rolled my suitcases up the walkway and before Dad could even turn the knob, Josie ran through the front door and practically tackled me.

“Easy, easy,” I said as I tried to keep from falling backward on top of my luggage.

“I’m so happy you’re home!” she squealed as she let go of our hug. She grabbed the larger suitcase from my hand and followed our dad inside. Christmas music was lightly playing throughout the house which told me that Mom was in charge of the stereo. I was home for Christmas but I didn’t quite feel like I was home. I almost felt like a stranger walking through the house I was raised in. Maybe I was tired from traveling, maybe I just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit this year, or maybe thoughts of you crept in as soon as the plane’s wheels touched down in Michigan.

“Daniel, did you hear me?” my mom’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

“Do you want to put your things away and then come to the kitchen to help me finish dinner?” she repeated.

“Sure, yes, be right there,” I said as I dragged my belongings to my childhood bedroom. When I walked through the door, I was glad to see nothing had been moved. Mom and Dad were always sentimental; therefore, I come by it naturally. I glanced around the room and tried to balance the surreal feeling of being back home. It was just as I left it the last time I visited. Unmade bed and all. “It’s not going to make itself,” I could hear my dad say like he did my entire life. I never understood the point in making a bed if I was just going to sleep in it every night anyways. I moved closer to the disheveled comforter and lifted the mattress. I pushed my hand between the mattress and the box springs searching for my secret stash of notes you had written me many lifetimes ago. Worn and faded folded notes brushed against my fingertips and I gently pulled them out.

“Daniel?” I heard my mom call from the kitchen. Suddenly, I opened the top drawer to my nightstand and threw the notes inside. I would have to read them at another time. I got up and made my way into the kitchen where Mom was mixing something on the stove.

“Hey, Mom,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

“Hello, hun,” she said as she placed her hand against the side of my face. The unfamiliar feeling I had earlier was slowly going away. “I wanted to talk to you,” she said, turning away from me and back to her cooking.

“What about?” I said as I began slicing the carrots she laid out on the cutting board.

“I saw y/n the other day. And… we spoke,” she said, still keeping her back to me. I remained focused on my task of cutting the carrots.

“About?” I asked.

“You mostly,” she said. I winced.

“What about me?” I asked.

“She looks great,” my mom answered, obviously avoiding my question.

“What about me?” I repeated.

“Your music, your success, you coming home for Christmas,” she said as her tone changed.

“Did she seem interested in any of that information?” I asked.

“I think so, but then again, she could have been playing nice,” Mom said as she came over to take the knife that I was just holding. I realized I had stopped cutting the carrots since I was fixated on this conversation. You were back in town and you knew I was here too.

“I can do it,” I said as I held the knife firmly. Mom patted my shoulder and walked back to the stove.

“I think she’s staying sober this time,” my mom added.

“I hope so,” I said quietly.

…

“Not one nick on your finger, you just asked me to hold you.

But it made you a stranger and filled you with anger.” - NK

I’ve spent two days at home, yet I still feel like an outsider. I don’t think anyone has noticed because I am able to wear a figurative mask well. That ability comes in handy for shows and interviews when I’m feeling sick or tired. I offered to help my mom finish her grocery shopping for Christmas dinner, so I put on my baseball hat backwards and grabbed my keys. She texted me a list of things she still needed which I was grateful for. She even included pictures of the items as if I were an idiot, but in her defense, I haven’t shopped for my own groceries in years. Our staff knows what I like and it just appears in our green rooms. Maybe this trip home will humble me a bit.

I decided to drive a little further outside of Frankenmuth to go to a less crowded grocery store. I don’t normally draw much attention when I’m alone in public, but I didn’t want to take the risk. I wasn’t feeling like myself and I didn’t want to project negative feelings on my fans. I pulled into the parking spot furthest away from the entrance and reviewed the list on my phone as I walked through the automatic doors. I grabbed a basket and made my way toward the spices/seasonings aisle. I scanned the shelves looking for Mom’s specific brand of garlic powder. When I spotted it, I threw one container in my basket and turned to make my way down the rest of the aisle. As I began to walk, I noticed an employee abruptly turned the opposite direction and left. Strange. I continued my quest of finding my mom’s requirements with my basket getting heavier by the minute.

When I had finally acquired everything she needed, I made my way to the front of the store to check out. With it being only two days until Christmas, the store was crowded despite it being in such a small town. There looked to be only two cashiers working, so I stood in line behind what I thought would be the quickest one. Of course, I chose wrong. I tried to hide my impatience by scrolling on my phone when I heard your name.

“Y/n, come to register three, please. Y/n, come to register three,” was announced over the intercom.

Suddenly, the employee who eluded me earlier now made her appearance. It was you. Avoiding my gaze (and probably open mouth), you snuck behind an empty cash register. I hesitated on whether to go to your line or not. It was obvious you tried to avoid me at all costs, but I felt a pull to see you. Talk to you. Listen to your voice. Against my better judgment, I made my way to join your line. As I got closer to needing to check out, I could see your cheeks getting more red. I held my breath in anticipation until it was my turn.

“Did you find everything ok?” you asked without looking up from the groceries you were scanning out of my basket.

“I did, yes,” I muttered. You stopped scanning and stared down at the bag of brown sugar in your hands for a brief moment until you carried on with your task. I watched you continue to take my groceries and scan them without ever looking to meet my eyes. You were flustered; I could tell. I tried not to stare but I was almost in disbelief that you were right in front of me. Even though it has been a decade, you haven’t aged. Your face has changed but you still look like you always did to me.

“Your total is $98.44. Will you be using cash or credit today?” you asked again without looking at me. You were trying so hard to focus on the screen in front of you.

“Uh, cash,” I said as I reached for my wallet in my jean pocket. Suddenly, I couldn’t find it. I reached into the other pocket and still couldn’t find it. I began to panic. Did I lose my damn wallet in this store? Was it stolen? Then I realized, I never grabbed it off the nightstand when I grabbed my keys before I left.

“Shit,” I said as I hung my head. “I don’t have my wallet. Do you know if your system takes ApplePay? I have my card on my phone,” I explained.

“No, we don’t. Our technology isn’t updated, but don’t worry about it,” you said as you bent down to get into your purse beneath the register.

“No, I can’t have you pay for this. I’ll just come back with my wallet if you can set it to the side,” I pleaded.

I watched you grab the card reader and stick your own credit card in the chip reader. I was bewildered.

“Y/n,” I spoke so quietly I wasn’t sure if you heard me.

“Merry Christmas,” you said as you handed me the receipt. And for the first time, you met my eyes. They had a sadness to them that I couldn’t quite place. A sadness that matched mine.

“What time do you get off? I am going to come back to pay you back,” I said.

“Have a great day, sir,” you answered, avoiding my question. I watched you direct your attention to the customer behind me. “Ahem,” he said as a sign for me to move.

I grabbed my bags of groceries and made my way to the rental SUV. I needed to get home quickly to grab my wallet and make it back to pay you. But I knew I didn’t need to go over the speed limit since I was now illegally driving without my license. I fought the urge to speed but remained as level-headed as I could be.

…

After putting the refrigerated bags of groceries away, I quickly ran up stairs to grab my wallet. I checked to make sure I had enough cash to pay you back and then some. I shoved it in my back pocket and raced down the hallway.

“Whoa, where are you going in such a hurry?” Josie asked as I tried to avoid running into her.

“I have to go back to the store. I forgot something,” I said in practically one breath.

“Why do I feel like you’re lying to me?” she asked as her brows furrowed.

“I’m not. I just need to get back there,” I explained.

“I can come with you,” she offered.

“Sure, yeah, that’s fine,” I said. I didn’t really want company but maybe you’d be more apt to talk to me if my sister was there. You two always got along so well. Sometimes I wondered if you were more her best friend rather than mine.

“So what did you forget?” Josie asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“My wallet,” I said.

“So how did you make it home with all of the groceries?” she asked.

“The cashier paid for my stuff, so now I’m on my way to pay her back,” I said. I left out the detail that you were the cashier.

“Well that was awfully nice of her,” Josie said with a suspicious tone in her voice.

I pulled into the parking lot and nearly forgot to turn off the ignition before jumping out of the car. I ran through the automatic doors and made my way to your line. As if you could sense I was watching you, you kept your gaze locked on your task again.

“Thanks for waiting on me,” I heard Josie sarcastically say as she came up beside me.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Wait,” she said. I looked down to see her staring at you. “Oh, ok, now I get it.”

“I’m just paying her back,” I said.

“I’m going to go look at… that display over there,” Josie said as she turned on her heel.

“Josie…” I said.

“I won’t be far,” she said as she began to walk away. When it came my turn, you kept your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. I stood there waiting for you to acknowledge me for what felt like eternity.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I found everything ok?” I asked.

“Don’t mock me,” you said with a sense of anger in your voice.

“I wasn’t!” I exclaimed. Suddenly I felt my cheeks getting warm. “I would never.” You continued not to look at me, but I could see what I thought may have been tears forming in your eyes. My heart swelled.

“I came to pay you back,” I said as I held out two $100 bills. You glanced at the money in my hand.

“That’s significantly more than what your total was,” you said.

“I know. Just consider the rest a thank-you gift,” I said.

“I’m not a damn charity case,” you said with a bite in your voice.

“Y/n, I don’t think that. I just wanted to–” I began.

You interrupted, “If I take the money, will you leave?”

“If that’s what you want, then yes. I will leave,” I said solemnly. Suddenly, you reached out and quickly grabbed the money from my hand. I felt my heart break as I noticed you were fighting back tears.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“I know I’m the last person you want to see, but–” I started.

“You are,” you interrupted.

“But if you could find the time, I’d really like the chance to visit with you,” I finished.

“You told me you would leave if I took the money,” you said looking past me and at the line forming behind me.

“Good bye, y/n,” I said sullenly before turning to walk away. And all of the guilt and pain that I thought I left behind when I abandoned this town suddenly came rushing back.

…

I sat on the edge of my childhood bed and stared at my feet on the floor for what felt like eternity. I had the urge to read our notes that I hid in my nightstand, but seeing you today might be all that I can take. You are still angry with me, and I figured you always will be. I don’t know why I expected that anger to go away after 10 years. Maybe it’s because it did for me. I felt the need to talk to you even more now than I did before. I opened the drawer to my nightstand and started to sift through our notes. There were dozens of faded, folded notes. I gently unwrapped the one where you drew a middle finger on the front of. I smiled as I read through the lines of teenage angst. Oh how our problems back then seemed to be so much more important. I remember you were mad at me because I let Sam ride shotgun in my car even though you claimed it before school that morning. I told you to take it up with Sam, but clearly you thought I should have been on your side. You didn’t talk to me until lunch that day when you handed me this note and told me you hoped I choked on my breadstick. Then you laughed hysterically when I immediately grabbed the breadstick off my plate and choked myself with it. Doing something stupid like that was all it took to make you smile and forgive me. I made sure Sam stayed in the backseat the rest of the school year.

I opened another note and scanned it until I found my holy grail: Your phone number. This was one of the first notes you ever wrote me. I wondered if you still had the same number all of these years later. I know mine has changed several times, but my circumstances were different. I decided to take a leap and dialed the ten digits written in a glittery blue gel pen. I held my breath as I heard it ring.

"Hello?" I heard your voice answer.

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starkandthewaynes · 1 year

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Ghost From the Past pt. 6

"Danny, why did you bring us to Gotham?" Tucker asks as Danny's trying to show his friends some of his toys, ignoring Tucker's question completely. "Danny?" Sam asks, as he looks to the ground. "Plan J." He whispers as Tucker gets out his phone. "Plan J? How in the hell did you get a meeting with the Justice League?" Sam asks, obviously having no problems swearing in front of a little kid. "JJ." Is all Danny says, as Sam and Tucker stare at him. "Hello, My name's Jason, some people know me better as Red Hood." Jason says as the two friends nod. "Yeah, okay, makes sense." Sam says as Tucker nods. "You guys are awfully calm about all this." Jason says as Sam shrugs. "When you're best friend gets turned half-ghost at 14, and then gets turned back into a baby at 15, you get used to the weird pretty quickly." Sam says as Tucker nods. "When's the meeting?" Tucker asks, as jazz checks her watch. "We're supposed to be to Wayne Mannor in thirty minutes." Jazz says as Tucker nods. "Cool." He says, as Danny crawls into Sam's lap. "Can you guys come?" He whispers as she nods. "Of course, we're coming Danny." Sam says, bouncing him on her knee.

"Miss Nightengale, Mr. Nightengale, Master Jason, and guests, welcome. Master Bruce is in the sitting room." Alfred says as the group comes into the house. "Alfie, this is Tucker and Sam, Danny's friends." Jason says as the group is led to the kids' living room. "Jason, I thought I was just going to be you, Jazz, and Danny." Bruce says as Sam and Tucker look at Bruce Wayne. "He's batman?" Sam asks, as everyone freezes. "Nah that makes sense, remember we had bets." Tucker says as the two look at Danny, he won, and by his smirk he knows it. "Did you have help in placing your bet?" Sam asks as Danny shakes his work. "Pawpaw wouldn't help even if I asked him." Danny says, as he pouts. "Does that mean they bet on all the bats?" Jason asks Jazz as she groans. "I take it you lost?" He asks her as the three turn to Jazz. "No Jazz won at least one of them." Tucker says as Danny looks to Dick. "It is an iconic Ass, for a cheater." Danny says as everyone else laughs as Dick's face becomes red. "What?" He shrieks as Jazz shakes her head. "I'm so sorry." She mumbles as the bats laugh. "Oh my god." Steph weezes as Danny smiles at Jason, who smiles back. "Can he even call you a cheater?" Tim asks, as Danny turns to him. "I was born in Gotham." He says, as he looks a little older then he had a few minutes prior. "Fair, alright, so shall we get to the meeting?" Dick asks, as everyone nods, following the boys down to the cave.

"I am not going in there." Danny says, as he holds Jazz's leg. "Danny, it's the safest way to get to the watchtower." Jason says, as he looks up at Sam and Tucker. "We'll be okay." Sam says, as he nods, holding her hand. "Why'd he freak out at the zetatube?" Tim asks, as Jazz watches the three kids go through the tube. "It looks like the machine that my parents built." She says, as she holds her head up high and walks through.

"Uncle John!" Danny shouts as Constatine turns around to see his niece and nephew. "Danny? Jazz?" He asks, as Danny hugs him. "I didn't know you'd be here." Danny says as John holds him. "You're the reason all hands on deck were called for the JLD?" He asks, as Jazz nods. "I see, so you found your brother, huh, little tyke?" John asks, tickling Danny. "Yeah!" Danny says, as the rest of the justice league is shocked to see John so caring. "I see." John says, as the rest of the bats come through. "Constantine?" Red Hood asks, as John smirks. "Hey there, brother of the ghost king." John says, as Danny is put down, going to Sam and Tucker who are getting the presentation set up. "What do you need me to do?" Danny asks, as sam smiles sadly. "We need you to tell them what the fentons and GIW did to you, Danny." She says, as he nods. "I don wanna." he huffs, as Sam bends down to his hight. "We know you don't wanna talk about it, Danny, and I'm sure the other evidence we have will be enough for them to get started on shutting down the GIW and getting rid of the anti ecto acts, but, if they have a first hand account of what they did to another dimension's ruling monarch, then it'll speed up the process." Sam says, as Danny crosses his arms. "Hey, Danny, you know how you love Martian Manhunter?" Tucker asks, joining their circle. "Yeah?" Danny asks, as Tucker nods. "Do you remember how brave you said he was for telling the world what happened to him?" Tucker asks, as Danny nods slowly. "This is your chance to be brave like him, to tell the world what's happened to you. To get justice and protection for your people." Tucker says, as Danny takes a deep breath and nods. "Otay, I'll tell 'em."

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twoidiotwriters1 · 2 years

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Copycat: Agent Zero —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: You may be wondering ‘does the hurt ever stop? The answer is yes. I think so. I mean I’ll get tired of it at some point, right? -Danny

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xxxi: The Magic Number

Cat was cleaning the blood from her hands with the droplets of rain falling on them. The bag with the cures was laying at Peter's feet.

"Everything Spider-man touches comes to ruin. And we, the innocents, are left to pick up the pieces..."

"I've heard enough," she cleaned the blood off her cheek with the back of her hand. "Peter, I found someone before this whole mess started, I think he can help us—"

"Cat, stop," he said hoarsely. "Stop."

"I promised I wouldn't try to fix your life and that's exactly why I'm telling you this." It was useless to try and talk sense into him. Where he was, drowning in grief, Cat couldn't make herself be heard. "Don't do anything yet."

When she came back to her apartment, wet from head to toe, Parker was already waiting for her. He was even wearing the mask, ready to vanish at any moment. Cat's mask removed itself as she got closer.

"Aunt May..." Parker wrapped his arms around her, he didn't ask questions. "I'll take you to him," she said quietly. "I was trying to shelter both of you— I just weakened our chances..."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have... I have to..." a sizzling noise was heard behind them. Outside her window, a portal had been opened. "Strange?"

"Is it magic?" Parker asked in awe, still holding her.

Cat squinted. "Ned?"

"Your friend is a wizard?"

"Peter! Peter!" MJ called.

"They know about me?"

"No! How on earth..?"

Parker grabbed her and pushed her forward. "Let's go to them."

"What?" She stumbled to the edge of her window.

"Let's go." He pushed her through.

"Woah!" The teenagers jumped back.

"C.C?!"

Ned's grandmother started screaming, Parker tried to calm her down while Cat approached the teens.

"Since when are you a wizard?!" She asked in shock.

"Who the hell is this guy?" MJ demanded.

"It's okay, I'm a nice guy!" He pulled off his mask and looked at the rest of the group, both hands up to show he meant no harm.

MJ pointed at him. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Peter Parker."

"That's impossible."

"I am Spider-man," he breathed. "In my world— but then yesterday... I was... I was just here."

"This has to be because of the magic spell," Ned muttered.

"Magic!" Parker looked at Cat. "I can't believe magic's real!"

The familiarity with which he talked to her didn't go unnoticed by MJ. "You've been hiding him from us?"

"Would you believe me if I tell you this is the first time I see him?" Cat grimaced.

MJ frowned. "He was in your living room!"

"Okay," she replied bluntly. "In my defense when I found him he was a sleep-deprived, starving Spider-man. I didn't think he'd be very useful. No offense, Parker."

"No yeah, you're kinda right," he muttered.

"Prove it."

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry around an ID with me you know?" He chuckled nervously. "Kind of defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing—"

MJ threw a piece of bread at him. Parker looked at her with a sorry smile. "Why'd you do that?"

"To see if you have the tingle thing."

"I have the tingle thing just not for bread," he looked at Cat. "Don't they trust you? We spent a whole day together and—"

"You had him a whole day?!"

"What else was I supposed to do?" Cat turned to him. "I tend to befriend people with questionable conduct. But guys, I can't be the only one that sees it, look at him! It's Peter!"

MJ picked up another piece and Parker lifted a hand. "Can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply mistrusting person... and I respect it."

He jumped and stuck himself to the ceiling. Cat gestured at him like showing off his magic trick and smiled tensely. "Are we done here?"

MJ made a face, she motioned vaguely. "Crawl around."

"Crawl around?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes, crawl around."

"Why do I need to crawl around?" He asked in frustration.

"This is not enough."

"This is plenty."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"How do I stick to the ceiling?"

"You could be a mimic like C.C." MJ threw the bread at his face. "Do it."

Parker looked at Cat with a scowl. "You gonna help me out or what?"

"Oh you're doing a great job up there, Big-bug, really showing off those skills," she pointed over her shoulder. "Is no one going to close the portal in your Lola's kitchen, Ned?"

"Oh, right—!"

Parker kicked Cat's shoulder lightly to get her attention, she looked up at him. "Where's Peter?"

"He won't try anything until I go to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, you listen to me and he does that too... sometimes. I'll speed the process just come down already—"

"My Lola's asking if you could just get the cobweb there... since you're like, up there?" Ned interrupted.

Parker sighed, his face showing deep and obvious exasperation. "Yeah!"

He put the mask in his mouth and crawled to the opposite corner, then jumped to the ground next to Cat.

"Thank you." said the old lady.

He cleaned his hands and opened his arms expecting their approval. He tried to speak and remembered he still had the mask in his mouth, he grabbed it and tried again. "We good?"

"For now."

Parker turned to Cat in disbelief and she calmed him down by patting his shoulder lightly. "I got this, don't worry." Cat turned to her old friends. "If you weren't looking for this guy, then what happened?"

Ned explained they were trying to reach Peter but he wasn't answering calls.

"I guess you just keep doing it until we find the real one."

"Ouch," said Parker.

"No offense." The girl looked at Ned. "Okay. You got it."

Ned began drawing circles in the air. "Find Peter Parker..."

"What's the thing on his hand?" Parker asked.

MJ and Cat hushed him.

"Find Peter Parker... Find Peter Parker!"

A new portal opened, and someone was standing on the other side, but he wasn't wearing a spider suit. The man, of about forty, stepped into the room and looked at the portal, intrigued by it.

"Great, it's just some random guy..."

"Hello," he said with a cordial wave. "Uh... I hope it's okay I just came through this..." the portal closed much quicker than the last. "Oh, it just closed."

"Older Peter!" Cat beamed.

She didn't know how, but just like with Parker, she could see it clear as day even though this one had blue eyes instead of brown. The young woman realized it wasn't that she could see, she could sense it.

"I think I have a spidey sense..." she muttered.

"What?"

She looked at MJ and Ned. "I don't feel you guys."

"Cat, you're not making any sense."

She hit her forehead. "It must be my behavioral mimicking!"

"You're saying this guy is also Peter Parker?" MJ looked at him. "Are you?"

"Yeah," he looked at the group attentively. "I've seen you two... and you're the other hero, right? Copycat?"

"Cat," she smiled at him.

"Are you another Spider?"

"I'm a mutant," she lifted her hand and waved it. "I think I can sense when someone around me has powers and what kind. I couldn't do that before. Or I wasn't aware of it until you came."

His gaze landed on Peter standing beside her. "Wait, he's... he's not your friend."

Parker stood there staring at the other Peter with a dumbfounded expression. Before she could stop him, he shoot a web and both spiders moved in sync, attacking each other in the same exact ways and blocking the other's hits with the same tactics. It was like watching them fight a mirror.

Older Peter shot at the young one's wrist leaving him unable to use his web shooter. Parker let out an incredulous laugh.

"You're standing on Lola's table," Cat scolded him.

"Right. Sorry." He jumped off while Ned talked to the other Peter.

"Wait so you're spider-man too? Why didn't you just say that?"

"Uh, I don't go around generally advertising it. It kinda defeats the whole 'anonymous superhero' thing."

"That's what I just said..." Parker whispered.

Lola spoke again, this time scolding them for making a mess in her house. Ned translated for the rest of the group. "My Lola's asking if you could clean up the webs that you just shot."

"Oh. Sorry, Lola." Parker grimaced.

"Yes, of course..."

Cat said something in Tagalog, the woman chuckled and then waved briefly. "I'm going to bed."

"Good night, Lola."

"Good night, Ned's Lola."

"You understood what she was saying?" Parker asked her.

"I learned when I was in high school just to pass the time. I'm not good with numbers and like, chem stuff or whatever, but I excel at languages and sports."

He grinned. "That's cool. You're so cool."

"This might seem kind of weird, but..." older Peter began. "I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here. I just had this sense that... that he needs my help."

"Our help," Parker added.

"I don't know how I missed you," Cat tilted her head. "I guess I was expecting to see some random person wearing a costume, but you look normal."

"Thanks?"

Cat looked at the rest. "I just want to finish this, and I promise I'll butt out of your business afterward."

"But we don't know where he is," MJ looked at the other Peters. "And he really does need your help. Honestly, right now, we're all he really has left."

"Well, is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a... a place where he would go to just..."

"Get away from everything?" Parker finished.

He nodded. "For me, it was the top of the Chrysler Building."

"Empire State," the young man pointed at himself. "Better view."

"That is a sweet view," older Peter smiled.

Cat looked at MJ hopefully. "Jones?"

"Yes... Yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

They found Peter on the Midtown High rooftop. MJ and Ned went to comfort him first before introducing the other Peters. Cat was aware of the shitty job she'd done, stressed and dragging him away from his aunt, but she hoped he didn't hold any resentment because of it.

Peter adopted a fighting stance. Parker and older Peter came down from the school's tower. "Hey wait— wait! Woah..." he stared at them in confusion.

The Peters raised their hands in surrender, and older Peter spoke. "Sorry... about May..."

"Yeah," Parker continued. "Sorry... I got some understanding of—"

"No, please don't tell me that you know what I'm going through."

"Okay..." he replied softly.

"She's gone... and it's all my fault. She died for nothing. So I'm gonna do what I should've done in the first place." He reached for the magic box, older Peter tried to speak. "Please, don't. You don't belong here. Either of you, so I'm sending you home. Those other guys are from your worlds, right?"

Both Peters nodded.

"So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them... That's on you. It's not my problem. I don't care anymore. I'm done." He'd finally comprehended how she'd felt after Pietro, why she no longer cared about anything in life. "I'm really sorry that I dragged you into this. But you have to go home now. Good luck."

MJ moved the box out of reach, he gave her a questioning look but before he could talk, older Peter tried again. "My Uncle Ben was killed... it was my fault."

"I lost..." Parker had to take a moment. "I lost Gwen. My, uh..." he pointed at them. "She was my MJ. I couldn't save her. I'm never gonna be able to forgive myself for that. But I carried on. Tried to, uh... tried to keep going, tried to keep being the... that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, because I know that's what she would have wanted. At some point, I just... I stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful... I got bitter. I just don't want you to end up like... like me."

"The night Ben died, I hunted down the man who I thought did it. I wanted him dead. I got what I wanted... It didn't make it better. It took me a long time to... learn to get through that darkness."

"I wanna kill him. I wanna tear him apart. I can still hear her voice in my head..." Peter choked out the words. "Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. She told me that with great power—"

"Comes great responsibility." Older Peter finished.

"Wait, what?" The boy looked up at them. "How do you know that?"

"Uncle Ben said it..." Parker replied with a small, teary smile.

"The day he died. Maybe she didn't die for nothing, Peter."

The boy's eyes went from one Peter to the other, then landed on Cat.

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you after Pietro... I didn't know... I didn't know it felt like this."

Cat shrugged. "I'll forgive you if you forgive me for hiding Parker from you."

He looked at the young man standing above them. "You knew they were here?"

"I thought I was doing the right thing... I was trying to trick myself into feeling better by pretending I was your new guardian. I don't fit in that role at all," she approached them. "I'm sorry."

MJ placed the box on the ground and wrapped her arms around Cat. Ned followed her lead, and then Peter. They were all smaller than her, her nose was brushing the top of their heads. Cat's eyes teared up even though she tried to stop it.

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 23: Blame

For hours, Derek and Sam just stayed by each other's side, not needing a moment to talk. They didn't need to. If anything, she just wanted him to rest.

As long as she was there, he was gonna rest. That didn't last as his alarm clock blared. He growled and turned it off, rubbing his face as he glanced at the alpha mark on his wall. Sam looked at it as well. "What's it mean this time?", Sam asked, walking over to him.

"It means they're coming. Tonight.", he says.

"Tonight? Why?", Sam asked. "You need to get out of here.", Derek said, ignoring her question.

"Quit that shit.", Sam says, and looks at her phone as Scott informs her of new sacrifices. "Dammit.", Sam muttered.

Derek looked up. "What?"

"Scott's saying there were two more sacrifices last night. And Danny was a potential sacrifice. Somehow Ethan saved him, so I don't know what to make of that.", Sam says, shrugging. "You need to get out.", Derek repeated, and Sam sighed, gazing at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He returned the look, but suddenly sighed as he looked conflicted. "What?", Sam asked.

"Where were you last night?", he asked. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I came to your house that day. You weren't there. Where'd you go?", he asked.

Sam's eyes widened. "You came to my house? Peter told me to meet up with him and Cora— hell, we were looking for you! He had hope that you were alive and then we found out Ennis was alive…I couldn't take it anymore. I left."

His eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. "Left? Where did you go?"

"I met up with Scott and Stiles at a hotel with the cross-country team.", Sam says.

"Why'd you smell like gasoline then?", he pressed. She pocketed her phone, not looking at him. She couldn't tell if he was pissed or concerned anymore. She didn't wanna make it worse. Hell, she, Scott, Boyd, and Isaac almost bit the dust and that would have ruined everything.

"Sam.", Sam heard Derek softly call her, his hand brushing hers. "What happened?"

"The Darach got to us.", Sam confessed softly.

"Who is us?", Derek asked.

"As far as I know, Boyd, Isaac, Ethan, Scott, and me.", she shrugged, looking at him.

"What happened?", he repeated. She informed him of what happened that night.

"Scott didn't even look like himself. I've never seen him like that. So broken. He poured gasoline everywhere and lit a flare. He was going to kill himself. Stiles saved him and took the flare from him, wasn't even paying attention to where he threw it and the flare rolled into gasoline and caused an explosion.", she says, shaking her head. "Somehow, the Darach put wolfsbane in Coach Finstock's whistle. And every time he blew it on the bus, the four of them were just inhaling it."

"And what about you?"

"I don't even know why I was affected.", Sam says, shrugging.

"How were you affected?", he asked. She scratched behind her ear, sighing. "Coach found me in the front office and blew the whistle in my face. Twice.", she tells him, shaking her head at the memory.

"What happened after that?", he asked. Sam swallowed and looked down, already sensing his dread.

"What happened, Sam?", he pressed, taking her hand in his. She had almost gotten distracted. His hand was warm...comforting...a complete contrast to hers.

She felt her throat swell a little with emotion. How does anyone just confess something like that…? "I...made myself think that your death was my fault. That I had killed you without killing you...", she swallowed, and his face instantly dropped, a bit mortified now. "I hallucinated and tried drowning myself. Stiles got me out. Seems he's been the hero this entire time.", she says, clearing her throat. She looked at Derek, frowning at his expression.

"Why? Why you?", he asked. Sam shrugged, looking away. "Guess I couldn't handle your "death" as strongly as I thought I could. I felt bad. I felt…guilty." She chuckled humorlessly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This entire time, I made myself sick at the thought that you wouldn't have able to have a peaceful death that didn't result you getting killed. I was worried. I let you drop."

She dropped her free hand and looked at it in frustration. "I should've been able to help a lot more than what I was doing. That was the whole point of my training and testing my skills. If I was better at my abilities, you wouldn't have gone through that."

Derek looked at her in confusion. "Your abilities? You mean...what you did in the vault? What was that?"

Sam frowned. "I-" She sighed and stepped away from him. It was a little difficult since it was daylight now, but she managed to lift up his legs from his bed, making him look at his own body in bewilderment.

As she stopped, he looked at her in astonishment. He hadn't seen anything like that before. Sam shrugged, "It's weird for me too, but I can apparently control shadows for some reason. I don't know why, but right after Jackson left, I started getting this weird feeling. It felt like a pull. And from then on, that was it. I trained myself to control more and more."

He didn't say anything. He looked like he wanted to, but he didn't know what to say until he finally spoke up. "Something happened while you were gone too."

Sam tilted her head in confusion. "Like what?"

His jaw clenched before he sighed. "After leaving your house, I went to the school. For some reason, I had hoped you were there...I—", he sighed harshly. "You weren't, but I saw a woman. Long brown hair, high heels, getting into a car. I followed her. It was your teacher."

"Ms. Blake?", Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. Derek nodded. "She took me back here. She tried talking with me, finding things to heal me."

"What would she even know what to heal you with…", Sam muttered in confusion.

"I kept telling her I needed to find you and the others. She told me not to. Said it'd be better if no one knew I was alive, so I could make a big comeback.", he shook his head with a half chuckle. "It was confusing because why would she say that?", he asked himself.

Sam frowned at him.

"She started talking more. I was practically knocking on death's door but… she– we slept together.", he confessed.

Sam's eyes widened a bit as she felt a twinge in her chest. Actually... she was feeling a lot. Sadness...relief...frustration... betrayal. But... why? Ignoring it all, she shook her head. "You slept with her?", Sam asked.

"I didn't mean to.", Derek defended. Sam sighed. Derek watched as she made an internal conflict within herself.

Less to say, she was pissed. Pissed at herself for believing he'd actually die. Pissed for trusting that woman to do her job and she couldn't even do that right. Pissed for leaving her with him while he was practically dying. He was telling her that he needed to get to her students who were in danger, and she didn't care.

"I'm sorry.", Derek apologized softly. Sam looked at him in bewildered that he would even apologize for something like that. "What you do in privacy of yourself, has nothing to do with me. But it's just…"

She took a breath. "I don't know what type of state you were in but if it was enough that you were supposed to be damn near dead and she thought it was a good idea to sex you up, I have a problem with that. A big problem.", Sam says and grabbed her things to leave.

"Where are you going?", he asked, getting up.

"Going to school, where else?", Sam asked as she began to leave. He rushed to her. "You're about to do something stupid.", he says, and Sam turns to him.

"Right. Because doing something "stupid" after finding out someone had sex with another person's nearly dead corpse isn't something to be upset about. I don't wanna walk into class knowing that she did this shit without doing anything about it, because apparently words don't work on her. So, my actions will.", Sam tells him, ready to walk out.

He shook his head, trying to stop her again. "Sam–" She turned around to face him, quickly stopping his path.

"We've been worrying about who was gonna be the next sacrifice, looking over our shoulders just in case the alphas wanted to act up and she's getting in the way of that. While she did this, we almost died, and she obviously didn't give a damn. Me, Isaac, Boyd and Scott, we almost died!", Sam yelled, tearing up.

He looked at her in shock, unexpecting her outburst. He finally got a good look at her. Her face was barely swollen but swollen enough to let him know she'd been crying. Her eyes were finally letting up from their redness, but the glossing up was telling him otherwise. And she knew it. "I-", Sam sighed. "This is fucked up. In so many ways than one.", Sam says, pocketing her hands as she backed away. "You're still healing. You need rest. I'll be back later."

Before she could turn away, he quickly pulled her in a hug. "I'm sorry.", he mumbled in her hair, rocking her as she cried. "I'm so tired, Derek…", she whimpered, and his hold got tighter as he apologized again.

Minutes later, Derek let her go to school and he watched her drive away from his building, frowning sadly. He wasn't expecting her to find him. At least, not so soon. He planned on finding them instead, but she was the first one to rush and find him. How'd she even know he was alive?

As Sam arrived at school, she didn't care to show up late in Harris's class. She half expected to hear his snarky voice, but she didn't. Instead, she saw Ms. Blake "Nice of you to join us, Samantha.", Ms. Blake smiled. Sam let out a grumble as she walked to the table Stiles and Scott sat at. They didn't look so happy either.

"What happened?", Sam asked. "Deaton." Stiles answered. Sam's eyes widened. "What happened to him?", she whispered.

"He was taken.", Scott said.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she remembered the pattern. "He's a healer. He's the last sacrifice?"

"Yeah…", Stiles said, scratching his head.

"Then we need to leave.", Sam said.

"There's no clue of knowing where he is.", Stiles told her, looking at her in confusion.

"We need to come up with a plan then. There's no way I'm letting him die after the countless times he's helped us.", Sam determined.

"I'll find him.", Scott declared, and they turned to the front of the class as Blake droned on about nothing.

Sam felt disgusted just by being here with her. None of her friends knew what the hell she did. What she told Derek. In a way, she was grateful that the woman stayed until Derek could heal himself, but...

Their eyes looked up at the sound of the bell and the trio stood, readying to leave. "I'll see you all tomorrow! Study up!", Ms. Blake cheered. Sam grabbed her backpack and walked to the door with Stiles and Scott. "We need to go. Like now.", she told them.

"I know that. We need to go to the animal clinic during break.", Scott says.

"I don't know if you noticed, but the Darach has a very clean way of getting rid of—"

"Samantha, may I speak with you for a moment? Alone?", Ms. Blake cut Sam off. Sam paused, gritting her teeth as she shook her head, glancing at the two boys.

"Wait for me outside.", she says, and they leave. Sam turned around and shoved her hands in her pockets, shifting her weight to one leg.

"Your tardiness and disruption cannot go unpunished. I hope you know that.", she says.

Sam scoffed. "You're really giving me detention?"

She gave her a sorry smile. "I'm sorry, it's the rules. I can't bend the rules for everyone and unfortunately you had to be made an example."

Sam narrowed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you have detention after school. My classroom. You can't be late.", the woman says. The nerve.

"You think you're some teacher. Hell, you're one crazy necrophiliac for trying to tell me what rules I should and shouldn't follow.", Sam sneered. Ms. Blake looked appalled. "E-Excuse me?"

Sam walked up to her as the woman looked up at her. "I'll come to detention. But don't think it'll be as pleasant as you make it.", Sam grounded out before turning to storm out of the room seeing Scott and Stiles had already left.

Isaac ran up to her. "What's up with you?", he asked.

"Ask Derek's new girlfriend.", Sam mumbled, not bothering to look at him. Isaac chuckled. "New girlfriend? What are you talking about?"

"While we were at Glenn Capri, Miss "By the Books" had fun with Derek while he was damn near dead.", Sam says, and he looked at her in shock. "He told you that?", he asked. Sam nodded. "Wow.", he muttered.

"Get to class, Isaac. Before we both get detention.", Sam says, giving him a small smile. He returned it before Sam went to her next class.

Detention was finally over, and she walked down the dark halls of the school. Something felt off tonight. If Deaton wasn't gonna be the one to die tonight, someone else definitely was.

As Sam reached the front door of the school, a tall, blonde teen came out of the conjoining hallway and blocked her way.

She stopped. It was one of the twins. He wasn't alone. He couldn't be alone. She turned around to see Aiden behind her.

Shit.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.", Sam sarcastically said, backing away from the twin.

"So are you.", Aiden smirked and grabbed her. Turns out she wasn't the only one who was getting kidnapped tonight. The man-eater herself was too.

They were being dragged through Derek's apartment building and up to his loft. Kali, being the leader of this creepy crew was going to Derek once again to make him decide.

"Please let me go.", Ms. Blake whined. Ethan's hands clasped around Sam's upper arms so there was no point in fighting. She didn't even know their strengths yet, so she wasn't gonna push her luck to fight them alone.

"Quit your whining.", Sam fussed at her. The woman glared at her.

"Both of you shut up.", Kali growled and disappeared inside Derek's loft. "Gotta be honest Derek, when Ennis died, I thought to myself, I'll just go for it. Find you and kill you wherever you stood. And I remembered how you surround yourself with these teenagers—hiding behind them.", she taunted.

What the hell happened…

"And I thought, what's a girl gotta do to get you alone?"

The twins finally dragged them inside, sloshing in water. Sam looked around the dark loft. The moonlight made a beautiful, sparkling light on the water filled loft. There, Sam saw Derek, Boyd and Isaac, glaring at the Alpha crew.

Ms. Blake looked terrified as Aiden's hands wrapped around her throat and held her wrist, while Ethan kept Sam upright.

"I'm going to rip your throat out. With my teeth.", Derek threatened. Derek and Kali roared and fought.

Kali smirked. "You and me, Derek. Or they tear your girlfriends apart. What do you say? Think you can beat me one on one?", Kali challenged.

Derek motioned his head for Isaac and Boyd to retreat as he phased, anger settling in his eyes.

Sam looked back at Ethan. "How'd you manage to find us out? You like listening in on people's conversations or are you just that attentive?" He jerked her in irritation.

Ms. Blake began thrashing in Aiden's grip again. Screaming as Kali slash at Derek's stomach with her foot. "Derek!"

"Shut up!", Sam yelled, trying to get out of Ethan's grasp. Derek stumbled and eventually landed in the water.

"Derek!", Ms. Blake shrieked.

"I'm gonna kill her.", Sam growled, glaring at the teacher.

"Too bad we'll kill you first.", Aiden said before Ethan shoved Sam in the water.

"No!", Derek yelled at Isaac, who was about to rush over. "Wait!", Isaac warned Boyd, who was about to fight.

This fight was almost pointless. Derek wasn't at his best yet and neither was Kali.

Before Sam could do anything, Ethan's shoe collided with her side, knocking her back into the water. Sam coughed as she held her side. "The hell did you that for!?", Sam yelled.

Aiden rushed toward her, pulling her hair and pushed her under the water. Sam struggled, gripping at his hand, before she raised a hand from under the water and whipped it to the right, causing Aiden to be thrown to the side.

Sam coughed and gasped for air as she saw Isaac take Ms. Blake from Ethan's grip and rushed as he yanked Sam out of the water.

All they heard were sparks and crackles of electricity flowing through the water as Isaac blocked Sam from the sight behind him.

"Take him!", Kali ordered, recovering after getting electrocuted. Derek was weakly lying in the water. Kali grabbed a weakened Boyd and held him up as the twins grabbed Derek, put him on his knees, and gripped his claws.

Sam hid her eyes in Isaac's shoulder as she heard Derek's growl and Boyd's choking gasp.

"I'm giving you till the next full moon, Derek. Make the smart choice, join the pack. Or next time I'm killing all of you.", Kali declared and walked out, Aiden and Ethan trailing behind her.

Sam lifted her head and rushed over to Derek as he held Boyd up. Boyd was barely awake, gradually dying. Derek tried to put pressure on his wounds as he apologized, but they were too deep. Boyd was bleeding out more and was barely healing. It was too late.

After saying his peace, Boyd dropped into the water with a loud splash as Derek stayed on his knees, his hands trembling. Sam watches Cora run past her, crouching over Boyd and cried in his chest. It was almost despicable, how much anger Sam felt for the younger Hale.

She felt the need to cry now after everything that's happened. Sam shook her head and looked over at Derek as he looked at his own hands. Sam's eyebrows furrowed as she walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was gonna blame himself.

He wasn't gonna let this go. None of them were. None of them blamed Derek but he blamed himself. He could've done better. He could've kept Boyd protected. That was another beta down. Isaac was the last one...

He had to leave. If he left, they wouldn't take anyone else from him. They couldn't.

After Boyd's death, it was quiet. They didn't make any moves. Couldn't.

Derek had gone missing right after, and no one's heard from him. Not even Isaac.

He seemed to be avoiding Isaac especially.

Sam and Stiles stayed at loft with Peter and Cora after they had gotten enough water out of the apartment.

"They were there for two days. Waiting, hiding…that's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us. Hide and heal.", Cora said after telling them the story of the time fifteen-year-old Derek was running from the Argents. Peter had saved him, and they hid underground.

"Okay so is two days standard then or are we thinking Derek's on some extended getaway?", Stiles asked.

"Hardly.", Sam replied, sighing.

"Why do you care?", Cora spat at Stiles before looking at both of them. "Why do either of you care?"

Sam sighed through her nose in frustration. "Here she go again with this bull...", Sam muttered as she looked up at the ceiling.

"Why do I care? Let's see because over the past few weeks, my two best friends tried to kill themselves, Scott's boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, Boyd was killed by Alphas, Sam was kidnapped by the Alpha twins and almost got electrocuted. You want me to keep going? Because I can. Alright? For like an hour!", Stiles stressed.

"You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora asked, walking towards Stiles.

"Well since he's the one everyone seems to be after it's more like he should do something about it. Yeah.", Stiles replied. Cora sighed.

"I don't know, there's something different about him now.", she scoffed. "He wasn't like this when I knew him."

They looked at her in confusion. "Derek was different?"

"Surprisingly."

"What was he like?", Sam asked.

"A lot like Scott.", Peter walked down the spiral staircase, his boots thudding on the metal.

"Derek was like Scott? I'm having a hard time believing that he changed from bubbly and optimistic to broody and dark.", Sam says, crossing her arms as Peter looked at her. "I mean, it's not an impossible thing, but I just can't see it."

"He was a lot like most teenagers—unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers.", Peter said, walking over to the table they stood at.

"So, what happened, what changed him?", Stiles asked.

"The fire?", Sam asked.

"Nope. The same thing that changes a lot of young men—a girl.", Peter said, and Sam's eyebrows raised.

A girl changed Derek?

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?", Stiles scoffed.

"Stiles.", Sam scolded.

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha and had blue eyes?", Peter asked.

"Yeah.", Sam answered.

"Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?"

"Rankings? I mean his eyes are naturally green but when he changed, his eyes were blue…." Sam thought back to Jackson. "Jackson's eyes were blue too, so would that make Jackson like some omega?"

Peter smiled. "Close, but not quite. If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes."

"It'd be a lot faster if you explained.", Sam said as he sat on the couch.

"Her name was Paige. A sophomore, just like Derek, at Beacon Hills High School, obsessed with music and the cello. Strange for Derek to have an eye on her, being that he was on the basketball team and thrown into his love for the game. But Paige, she was everything to him," Peter smiled at her, catching her wondering expression.

"He never told you?", he asks her. Sam shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know why you expect him to. That's your nephew, you know how he is. He can be an open book but he's not as open."

"Okay, so, Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he?", Stiles asked Peter. "How old were you? How old are you now?"

"40 something?", Sam asked, making Peter look at her offended. "I'm joking!"

"Not as young as we could have been but not as old as you may think.", he replied, unamused.

"Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you?", Stiles asked Cora.

"I'm seventeen.", she answered.

"See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people.", Stiles said.

"Well, seventeen how you would measure in years.", Cora corrected with a smile.

"For fuck's sake…", Sam muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

"Okay, how old is Derek?", Stiles asked. "Isn't he, like, 22, 23 almost? He's old enough to drink, I know that since the fire happened 6 years ago.", Sam says.

"Okay, what happened to Derek and the cello girl?", Stiles moved on.

"They're teenagers. One minute it's 'I hate you don't talk to me'. The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they can manage to find themselves alone in for five minutes." Peter chuckled. "Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills."

"Why and how do you know this?", Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you just said they were alone.", Stiles chimed in.

"Back then I wasn't just Derek's uncle. I was his best friend. His closest confidant, that's how I know.", Peter confessed.

"So, you stalked them.", Sam assumed.

"I followed them. And I'm glad I did. Because they got away right before another pack showed up.", Peter said as he got up, walking to the window.

"Another pack?"

"Deucalion, Ennis, Kali, and all of their packs that they killed. Not to mention Derek's mother—Talia.", Peter explained as he looked at the condensed window.

"They were all here in Beacon Hills seven years ago?"

"Yes. All of them. One of Ennis' packs died—killed by the Argents for killing a hunter. Careless beta's, they never know what they're doing. Ennis was angry and searching for revenge. And we all know how an Alpha can be when it's searching for revenge.", Peter said. "He clawed the sign into the distillery."

Sam's eyes widened. "The spiral." Peter drew it with his finger on the window. "Our mark for vendetta."

"Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to, like, a whole new level, don't 'cha?", Stiles said, linking his fingers together.

"It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family; it's like you lose a limb.", Cora corrected, gruffly. That's what Derek was feeling?

"They wouldn't even let him see the body.", Peter said. "Nonetheless, he was a bit angry."

"Okay, not to interrupt story time or anything, but what does this have to do with Derek?", Cora asked. For once, Sam agreed with her.

"Everything." Peter turned around and started walking towards the table we sat at. "It's never just a single moment; it's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances. I saw profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw an opportunity."

"To do what?", Sam asked.

"To always be with her." Peter looked down with sadness. "The thing was, he had this constant fear. He was obsessing over it, thinking about it all night, all day, always on his mind. He feared that Paige would find out that he was a werewolf. So, he believed that his only choice to be with her forever was to turn her."

Sam frowned.

"Derek wouldn't do that.", Sam disagreed.

Peter sighed. "I kept telling him not to do it! Every day, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. You know teenagers. I'll bet he even blames me! He probably convinced himself the whole thing was my idea."

"Another sub plot to the story—Druids."

"Like Deaton.", Sam says.

"And emissaries." Peter looked at Cora.

"Druids are like advisors. And emissaries…they keep us connected to humanity. But they're a secret in the pack. Sometimes only the Alpha knows who the emissary is. Derek and I had no idea about Deaton.", Cora said.

"Or his sister Morell.", Peter added, making Sam and Stiles' eyes widened.

"Morell? The guidance counselor? She's an emissary too?", Sam asked.

"For the Alpha pack.", Peter said.

"Our guidance counselor? Why the hell don't you people tell me any of this stuff! Huh? I shared some really intimate details with her.", Stiles confessed, awkwardly. Sam rolled her eyes.

"And did she give you good advice?", Cora asked.

"Actually, yeah.", Stiles said.

"That's what they do. That's what Deaton used to do for Talia." Peter sighed. "He asked an Alpha to turn her.", Peter admitted.

"Let me guess…", Stiles began.

"It was Ennis.", Sam says. Why him?

"Why would he choose him?", Cora asked.

"Why not? Ennis needed a new member for his pack. Paige was young, strong. Doing a favor for Derek meant Ennis would be in good with Talia. Back then, everybody wanted to be in good with her.", Peter said.

"He doesn't remember it was Ennis, does he?", Stiles wondered.

"If he does, he keeps it to himself.", Peter says.

"So, he got her turned.", Sam says.

"Almost." Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion. "He came at Ennis. A fifteen-year-old against a giant. There was no reason for him to fight. She'd already been bitten.", Peter said.

"She didn't turn?", Sam questioned.

"Most of the time the bite takes. Most of the time." The bite either turns you or kills you, there's no in between.

"When you offered it to me, you said 'if it doesn't kill you'.", Stiles said, and Sam looked at Peter in disbelief. "You were gonna turn Stiles!?", Sam exclaimed, and Peter sighed. "If." Peter quietly emphasized. He walked over to sit down on the stairs as Sam glared at him.

"So… I take it her body rejected the bite just like Lydia, mine and Jackson's did.", Sam muttered.

"But the difference was, miraculously you three survived.", Peter said. "I found him in the same spot we hid for those two days. He asked me what was happening to her, but he already knew the answer. It didn't matter she was young and strong; some people just aren't made for this. She fought; she struggled desperately, trying to survive. She knew everything. She knew Derek's secret and she did know she was going to die. She asked Derek to end the pain. And he did."

Peter shook his head as he looked down. "I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods. To a place where I knew she would be found. Another in a long line of Beacon Hills' animal attacks."

"What about Derek?", Cora asked.

"Taking an innocent life takes something from you as well. A bit of your soul; darkening, dimming the once brilliant golden yellow, to a cold, steel blue. Like mine." Peter's eyes turned blue.

With a sigh, he got up from the stairs and walked upstairs to his room.

"It's no wonder why he acted the way he acted after I'd gotten bit." Cora and Stiles looked at Sam as she looked down at the floor. "He panicked. I didn't know why. Couldn't tell what he was thinking. He was just reliving that moment."

She remembered back to when he visited her after she had gotten bit. He was so careful… he was waiting to see if she was gonna die…

Something's not making any sense though.

She wanted to know what really happened. Derek's the only one who knows.

"What?" Cora looked at Stiles. "What's this look on your face?"

"What look?", Stiles stuttered.

"The kind of look that makes me want to punch you.", Cora retorted.

"My God, you are so Derek's sister. I forgot."

"What's with the look?", she repeated.

"I just don't believe him. In Ms. Blake's class, we're reading Heart of darkness. It's the first person, narrated by Marlow. The thing is, he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details have been changed just because of his perspective."

"Then we heard the story from Peter's perspective."

"Obviously.", Sam muttered.

"Yeah, I don't think we got the whole story."

"So what? Are you just gonna ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with, then killed?"

"No," Sam stood up. "I will."

"You really think you're courageous enough to do that?", Cora asked.

Sam looked down at her. "One of us has to. Me, being the people pleaser and worrywart that I am, I can't stand here while Derek is out there constantly blaming himself for deaths that weren't even his fault. I feel like that's all he's been doing for years and he can't let go of it.", she says, making them look at her in slight shock.

"Neither do I.", Stiles sighed. Sam nodded and went up the stairs, finding Peter in the guest bedroom. His back was faced toward her.

"I just… I wanna know the truth. There were multiple loopholes in Peter's story, and I wanna figure out what really happened. I believe that Derek did kill Paige for her own sake, but I don't believe Peter about Ennis.", she tells them, looking down at her feet.

It wasn't fair that he was taking all of this on his shoulders. All alone.

"Yes, Samantha.", he said.

"I want the truth.", Sam says.

"About?"

"Paige."

"I told you the truth.", he says, and she shook her head.

"No, you didn't. I wanna know why Ennis bit her. The real reason. It doesn't make any sense as to why Derek would attack him for doing what he asked.", she told him.

Peter didn't say anything.

Sam shook her head in frustration. "After you bit me, I had no idea what was going through Derek's head. Nothing. No clues, no answers, he gave me nothing because he didn't know himself. But the way he acted; I could tell something was up. You caused that. Why would you try to make him relive that again?", she asked.

Peter swallowed, never answering her. He knew she was right. He had already felt bad after losing his powers and seeing how well she was doing without turning yet.

He was...sadistic. He knew it and as much as he loved his nephew, most of their family was gone. He had to do something.

Sam stepped away. "I'm going to find out what happened. If it means hunting him down, I'll do it."

"Good luck finding him then.", Peter said.

Sam ran out of the loft, taking Derek's car and looking for the description of where Peter told her Derek's old hiding place would be. The Beacon County Distillery.

She parked the car into an empty parking lot that belonged to a broken-down warehouse and got out of the car as she looked at the building in front of her. There was a sliding metal door halfway open. A large spiral was jaggedly carved into it, confirming that Derek was here or had to be at least.

As she walked into the abandoned building, she could feel the despair that hung in the air.

It was dark but she felt her way around as she saw what the moonlight could show.

Her heart tore as she saw the sight of Derek in front of her. He looked like a little kid who huddled in a corner in fright. Sitting on the floor with his arm wrapped around his legs, his free hand gripping at his short black hair as his shoulders shook.

Cora was right. He lost a lot. It was taking a toll on him. Sam took cautious steps toward him, and his head looked up.

Once he saw her, he quickly looked back down at his knees. Sam came toward him, crouching down to his level. "Hey.", Sam says, taking note of his shuddered breathing.

She kneeled. "Derek.", she called quietly. His head slowly lifted as she caught his watery green eyes. She tried to keep her own from pooling. "Hi.", she says, lightly. His eyes fluttered, blinking back tears as he avoided eye contact.

"You can't blame yourself, Derek. None of this was your fault.", Sam says. He shook his head. "He was. He was my responsibility. I killed him.", his voice broke.

"You did not kill him. The Alphas did. What the Alphas did is not your fault.", Sam firmly reassures. He didn't agree. He wouldn't. "I killed him. I let Erica get killed. They're gone…", he repeated, looking at her with conflicted looks.

He was broken. Tired. More than just upset. Hell, he didn't want her to find him like this. He was trying to keep himself separate from them. It was a better choice. But she kept coming back. For some reason, she knew where to find him. He'd have Peter to thank for that.

He didn't say any more and neither did she. She wrapped her arms around his body tightly. She could feel his shuddering breath against her shoulder as they rocked.

"It's okay. No one blames you. No matter what you say, we don't blame you.", Sam whispered and his body instantly sank into hers. The tension from his body left as he laid his head in the junction of her neck and shoulder.

She rubbed his back as they stayed in the same position for a while.

"I'm not leaving you. I won't leave you. Not again.", she promised. "I'll tell you exactly what I told Scott; you're gonna have to fight long and hard to get rid of me."

He didn't want her to promise that. He didn't want false hope. Anything can happen. His family was proof of that. But... he appreciated the gesture and her words.

After she felt his body relax enough, she looked at his face. He looked tired, but a lot less sad now as he looked into space.

"Derek.", she whispered as she wiped his wet cheeks. His sore eyes glanced up at her. "Can you do something for me? You have to promise me that you will, though.", Sam says.

His eyebrows instantly furrowed. "What?", he croaked.

"That thing Peter did to Isaac… I need you to show me all your memories of Paige.", she says and instantly, his whole demeanor changed.

His eyes widened, his chest instantly rose up and down quickly. He shook his head. "I can't.", he whispered, hoarse.

"Yes, you can. I need to know the truth. I need to understand. Please.", she begged. He swallowed, considering the choice and agreed to do it.

Derek took one of her hands in his and reached up with his other, the tips of his fingers brushing the back of her neck.

He felt the hairs on her neck rise as he did so before sinking his claws in her skin.

A blinding white light appeared before her eyes and faded as she saw all his memories of his first love.

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“let me carry you” w big muscle man dan please and thank you

FINALLY A DANNY ONE

danny could hear your laughter a mile away. it was one of his favorite sounds, although he would never say that to anyone, not even you. it was no secret he had a huge liking towards you, but you weren't aware. it was painfully obvious to everyone else except you.

he found you against a wall, laughing with one of the other girls who you had met going up to the bar for a drink. the three of you giggled about something unbeknownst to danny. "ahh! danny, there you are. i've been looking for you."

"have you really?" he asked, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans.

"not really, but i'm very happy you're here." you admit to him, tunnel vision ignoring the girls beside you. sharing a look between them, the two girls decided to leave the two of you alone. "why'd you come find me?"

"well, we rode together and i was thinking about walking back to my apartment, it's not far from here. i was wondering if you wanted to come with me so you don't have to catch an uber with someone you don't know."

"danny, you're so smart." you giggle, pushing yourself off of the wall, easily slipping through the crowds of people and out the door. he was hot on your trails, although he was scared at times that he was going to lose you.

"oh my god, it's so nice out here!" you shouted, holding your arms out and spinning around. while you followed after him, you stumbled slightly, almost tripping completely. you laughed at yourself, using the wall of a nearby building to stabilize yourself.

"oh my god, will you let me carry you, please? i don't need you busting anything while you're drunk." he asked, grabbing onto your hands.

"does this mean your my prince charming?" you asked, allowing him to pick you up bridal style.

"if it means i can get you back to my apartment without you breaking anything, then yes."

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Only Time Will Tell:

Chapter 3

AN: All I’m gonna say is that shits going down. Love you all and thank you so much for the incredible support, enjoy!!💕

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2,400

You look at yourself in the mirror and smile at your reflection, letting out a small sigh while getting ready for the party. You choose not to wear a lot of makeup, striving for a more natural look and wanting your stunning maroon dress to speak for itself. You finish curling your hair and walk into the hall. You're extremely glad you went shopping with Josh, this dress is sure to attract lots of attention. You hear people conversing and laughing loudly downstairs, and you're excited to join them. You head down the stairs with a skip in your step, following the loud sound of Josh's voice originating from the living room. Walking through the growing crowd of people, you realize that you recognize most of the faces you see. Many of them go to Frankenmuth High with you, some of them being in your grade and others a grade above. You notice Danny seated on a couch cuddled up with Mackenzie, his arm thrown around her shoulder.

"Atta boy, Danny," you mutter to yourself with a smirk. You catch a few people's eyes as you make your way through the crowd into the living room, finding Josh talking animatedly with a few people, Sam and Jake included. As you walk over to them, Josh notices you and waves you over, calling your name. The guys he was talking to turn and greet you, and you notice Sam visibly checking you out.

"Y/n, you look gorgeous!" Jake grins at you. You thank him and rest your arm on Josh's shoulder while conversation in the small group resumes.

"Mind getting me a drink?" you ask Josh. He happily obliges, leaving towards the kitchen. You're left in the group of guys as Jake tells a story to the rest of them and Sam silently drinks a beer beside you. You're eager to see if Sam is still mad at you.

"Hey, Sam, what's up?" you smile. Sam doesn't look at you. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders and turns, walking towards the kitchen without saying a word. You stand in silence, mad at yourself for somehow upsetting Sam. Fights between the two of you are rare, and even when they do happen they usually don't last for more than a few hours. You let out a frustrated sigh and nudge Jake's arm.

"Can I have a sip of that?" you ask him, motioning to the plastic cup in his hand.

"Yeah, it's really strong though, I'm drinking it on a dare," he replies, handing it to you.

"It'll be fine," you say before taking a sip. The alcohol burns your throat as you take a sip, giving Jake a small smile. "That's pretty good," you say as you chug the rest of his drink, squinting through the tingling sensation in your throat as a small crowd forms around you and cheers you on. Swallowing the last drop, you throw your head back and smile at the encouraging shouts around you. Jake stands with his arms crossed, nodding his head at you in approval. Someone hands you another cup filled with a similar looking liquid to the one you had just consumed.

"This one is way worse. Five bucks says you can't finish it all," a vaguely familiar face says as you take the cup from him.

"You're on," you smirk with confidence. You take a sip of the liquid and flinch at the taste. It was much worse than the last, but you ignore it and find yourself thinking about Sam, chugging the remainder of the drink briskly. You collect your money and smile at the loud cheering of the people around you. You turn to Jake and lean in to yell in his ear, "I'm gonna go see what's taking Josh so long." He nods to you and pats you on the back before you head into the kitchen to look for your best friend. You search the room but don't see him anywhere. You start to feel a little worried as you search for him in the huge crowd of people gathered in the living room. He's not one to avoid a party, especially if it's his own. You think that he's probably taking a break, so you head upstairs to look for him, already feeling the alcohol you drank earlier affecting you as you stumble up the stairs. You hear a faint conversation coming from Josh's room, so you walk towards the door, finding it left slightly ajar. You raise your hand to knock and push it open when you hear Sam mention your name from inside Josh's room. You lower your arm and listen intently to the loud conversation inside.

"All I'm saying is you didn't have to force her to buy that dress!" Sam says loudly.

"I didn't force y/n to do anything, Sam, she let me buy it!" you hear Josh reply as you feel your shoulders tense.

"After you told her to find a boyfriend by insisting she dress like a fucking whore! I saw the other dresses she turned down Josh, I don't want her wearing those just as much as the one you got her!" Sam practically yelled as you feel heat rise to your cheeks and tears form in your eyes. You had heard enough. You shove the door open to see Sam standing inches away from Josh, towering over him. They both turn to look at you, sharing a similar shocked expression.

"So you think I'm a whore, huh? Is that why you've been ignoring me?"

"Y/n, I-I..." Sam stumbles.

"I can make my own decisions Sam," you say as you stare at him in disbelief over what you just heard, "you don't decide what I can or can't wear."

"Listen y/n, I..." Sam fumbled. He walks towards you and opens his mouth to continue but you cut him off.

"No Sam, j-just fuck off," you say as a tear runs down your cheek and you rush towards the bathroom. You hear Sam call after you but you ignore him as you hurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting down against it. You hear footsteps approaching and a quiet knock on the door as you cry into your hand.

"Y/n?" Sam asks softly.

"Go away, Sam."

"I-I'm sorry y/n," he says gently as you hear him sliding down to your level, his back against the door as he sits outside of it, "you shouldn't have had to hear that because I shouldn't have said it. I don't mean it, really I don't."

"Then why'd you say it?" you ask between sobs. A quiet, uneven sigh escapes his lips, almost inaudible to you. Almost.

"I just," he hesitates, "I don't want you to get hurt again." You can tell that that wasn't what Sam was going to say before, and for a moment Sam is silent. You sniffle and breath in a shaky breath. "Please don't cry. I can't stand it when you cry," his voice cracks.

"Go away Sam," you whisper, "please." You hear him stand and apologize to you once more before walking away down the hall. You stand up and wipe your tears away, looking into the mirror. You fix yourself up as much as possible, thankful that you decided not to wear too much makeup. You take a deep breath, feeling confused about Sam's outburst. You're glad that he's at least talked to you about it, but you can't forget what he said about you to Josh. You couldn't help but notice a trace of jealousy in his voice, but then again he has nothing to be jealous about. You decide to try and forget about it, you want to enjoy the party as much as you can before it's over. Collecting your thoughts, you open the door and return to the party. You walk downstairs and see the front door opening. You reach the bottom of the steps and you see Ethan walking inside.

"Y/n, hey! You look absolutely stunning," he says, glancing at your dress before meeting your eyes again.

"Thank you, I'm so glad you made it!" you grin as he walks towards you. You're thankful that he's here, partly because he'll make a good distraction from thinking about Sam too much.

"Are you alright? You look like you've just been crying or something," he says, concern lacing his voice.

"Oh yeah, my eyes are just a bit red from drinking," you lie poorly.

"Right then, do you want to grab another drink?" Ethan asks you. You nod your head, taking his hand in yours and leading him towards the kitchen. you notice that Sam is nowhere to be found, and you spot Josh in the corner of the room, talking to Jake in private. You catch his eye and he gives you a concerned look, mouthing the words, 'are you ok?'. You nod, giving him a weak smile and continuing into the kitchen. Ethan grabs beverages for the both of you and you talk for a while in the living room. As time goes on, you allow yourself to become significantly drunk.

"I'll be right back," Ethan says into your ear before heading towards the bathroom. You stand alone with a half-empty drink in your hand and take a long sip. You are startled when you feel a hand grab your butt and you whip around, seeing a face you haven't seen in a long time.

"Cam?!" You shout angrily, "what are you doing here?" Your ex-boyfriend gives you a smirk as he puts a hand on your shoulder.

"I came to see you, heard you were here."

"Don't touch me you asshole," you say firmly, shrugging his hand off your shoulder.

"Listen y/n, I know we didn't leave off on the best of terms but I just wanted to tell you that I miss you," he says unconvincingly, "I was wrong to cheat, I need you back."

"Leave me the fuck alone," you slur. You turn to walk away as Cam grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

"Y/n don't go, I said I miss you," he repeats.

"Let go of me!" you yelp as you try desperately to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Leave her alone, Cameron," you turn to hear Sam snarl, stepping between you and Cam as he drops your wrist. For the first time tonight you feel relieved at the sound of Sam's voice.

"Hey, Sammy! We were just catching up," Cam says, straitening his posture to match Sam's height.

"I think it's time for you to leave. She doesn't want to see you," Sam replies in a low growl.

"Sure she does," Cam says, reaching around Sam and grabbing your ass again. Before you could react, Sam punches Cam hard across his face, his fist connecting with Cam's nose. Cam stumbles backward and holds his nose in his hands. He regains his balance, fuming as he walks quickly towards Sam. Sam nudges you behind himself, preparing for a fight and raising his arms slightly.

"You're gonna regret that, Kiszka," Cam scowls. Before he reaches Sam, he is harshly shoved back by Danny.

"Fuck off Cameron, we don't want any more trouble," Danny says calmly, standing beside Sam and narrowing his eyes at Cam. Infuriated, Cam stares daggers at Sam but knows he can't take both him and Danny together.

"Whatever," he spits, "she's not worth a fight anyway." Cam turns and leaves out the front door and you are left crying silently behind Danny and Sam. Danny whispers something into Sam's ear and he nods, turning to you as Danny walks away towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Are you alright y/n?" he sighs, gently wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks, "please don't cry," he whispers into your ear as you open your arms and allow him to engulf you in a hug, "he's gone now, it's gonna be ok. How about we call it a night?"

"I-I don't have a car," you sniffle against his chest.

"That's ok, you'll just sleep here tonight," he coos in your ear, "is that ok?" You nod your head against him and he walks with you to the stairs. You're too upset with Cam to remain mad at Sam, at least for the moment. You walk up a couple of steps and stumble at the third one, leaning heavily on Sam. You begin to wish you didn't drink as much as you had.

Sam looks at you solemnly, "may I?" motioning to you as you nod your head in agreement. Sam carefully picks you up and carries you up the rest of the stairs, your arms loosely falling around his neck. Through your tears, you see Ethan out of the corner of your eye in the bathroom, making out with a girl you didn't recognize. Typical, you think to yourself as you reach the top of the stairs. You softly cry into Sam's shoulder.

He carries you into his room and places you down gently on his bed. He walks to his dresser and takes out a baggy t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Here, change into these," he suggests, tossing you the clothes and standing awkwardly at the other side of the room facing the wall, "tell me when you're done." you struggle while you take off your tight dress and slip Sam's shirt on over your bra. You fight against his sweatpants but are too drunk to put them on properly, so you lazily throw them onto the floor.

"Ok I'm done, Sammy," you say and he turns around. He glances at you with a small smile.

"Y/n why didn't you put the sweatpants on? Also, your shirt's backward," he says, walking over and sitting on the bed next to you.

"They were complicated," you shrug, fixing your shirt, "I gave up." He smiles, shaking his head and helping you under the covers. He walks to the door and turns out the light.

"Goodnight," he says before turning to head out the door.

"Sam?" you call as he stops and turns to look at you, "can you stay with me?" He hesitates for a moment before walking over to the bed, sliding under the covers next to you. You lie beside each other in peaceful silence, you facing Sam as he stares up at the ceiling.

"I really am sorry," Sam whispers.

"I know."

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