Rear View Mirror (gift for sandrine)
Title: Rear View Mirror
Author: lowlifetheory
Recipient: sandrine
Pairings: Allison/Derek
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 3437
Warnings: None
Summary: Allison wasn't even aware that Derek was alive yet here she was in his lair.
Author's Notes: Hope this is a good holiday gift, and I've hopefully managed to incorporate some of what you wanted :).
Allison fell against the hard concrete floor of the basement the monster had dragged her to. She didn’t have time to stop her cheek from slamming into the rough floor, and pieces of debris scratched at her skin, a layer of dust rose and coated her dry lips. ‘Look what we have here,’ The Alpha bitch who’d brought her in said, twisting a hand in her hair and yanking her head back uncomfortably to show the others around her what she had. ‘A little lost Argent.’
‘Clan Argent,’ a rough voice rumbled, ‘oh how the great have fallen.’
Allison looked up, locked eyes with a man in his fifties. He smiled at her, all teeth and no sincerity. ‘I was pushed.’ Allison sniped back, trying to scrap some form of control back.
The werewolf threw his head back and laughed loudly. ‘She has a sense of humour Greta.’ He told the woman holding Allison. ‘I like her.’ His eyes sparkled with some form of fondness, but Allison didn't have time to work out who it was aimed at, didn't have time to care.
‘You’re not the only one.’ Greta said. Allison didn’t like the tone of her voice, didn’t like what was being implied. Allison hadn’t meant to be caught, there wasn’t supposed to be a nest of them here, just one or two that she was tracking, swallowing she realised she'd been tricked and trapped, and her cheeks burned in shame at that thought. She tried to look around but Greta who was still holding her by the hair yanked her neck back so far Allison feared it would snap. Greta was a woman in her forties, weary around the eyes but young enough that from a distance her appearance deceived her true age. Their eyes locked and Greta smiled, pushing Allison’s face back to the floor. A pair of boots walked past her, thick heavy man’s boots, followed by a pretty pair of heeled shoes. There was some whispering but when Allison tried to look up Greta pushed her face down again with the toe of her shoe.
‘I’ve got her now.’ A voice said. It sounded vaguely familiar but Allison couldn’t place it. Then there was a hand around her upper arm like a steel band and Derek Hale was lifting her to her feet. She tried to hide her surprise but it wasn’t easy in a den full of werewolves.
‘Shocked at what you see?’ Greta smirked. Allison was shocked; she didn’t expect Derek to be here. She hadn’t seen him since he left Beacon Hills, not a trace at all. She'd wondered if he were dead sometimes, in the middle of the night, when sleep eluded her, or if he'd run like a coward.
'What will you do with her?' A voice Allison hadn't heard speak yet asked. Derek shrugged and pulled her closer to him so she didn't get a look at the owner.
'We'll soon see.' Derek said turning and yanking her behind him down a long hallway. Allison struggled against him but he ignored her like he would a fly, she was just an irritant at his side. There were doors along the corridor and Allison tried to pay attention to where he was taking her but she lost track when he kicked one open and threw her inside.
For a moment she thought he would leave her like that, just sitting on her butt in the middle of the room but then he shut the door behind him and grabbed her again, lifting her and pinning her to the wall. 'What the hell are you doing here?' He snapped his furious face close to hers.
'I'm here to kill werewolves.' Allison said raising her chin defiantly, hoping that the rabbit skip of her heart didn't let Derek know just how frightened she was.
Derek shook his head and let her go stepping back into the middle of the room. 'Are you still playing hunter?' He asked.
'I'm not playing at anything Derek; I know what I'm doing.' She replied.
'Clearly you don’t or you wouldn’t be here.' Derek sighed scrubbing a hand over his face. He hadn't changed much; there was still the leather jacket, dark clothes, and week old stubble turning into a beard. Allison glared at him then turned her attention away from him. They were in a private room, his own perhaps. There was a bed against one wall, some clothes and shoes about, a few books here and there and not much else.
'Do you live here?' She asked trying to change the subject. She needed a plan on how to get out of here. Perhaps she could convince Derek to help her.
'From time to time.' Derek said backing away from her. 'I can't believe you're here. I don't know how I'm going to get you out of this one.'
'Who says I need you to get me out?' Allison demanded hotly stepping towards him.
'You're in a den of Alpha's, and you've killed seventeen werewolves Allison, I'd personally say you're fucked.' Derek said. Allison turned away from him and crossed her arms.
'Why are you here?' She wondered looking at the bare walls. Didn't Derek like any kind of decoration, was he always this plane? This room where he slept said nothing about his character at all.
'It's my pack.' Derek's voice was soft. 'Scott asked me to leave, so I left and came here.'
'You don't like it.' Allison said. Derek didn’t answer and she didn't probe, but she did turn around to face him again. 'What will it take for you to help me get out of here?'
'Return you to the world so you can kill more of us? Do you realise what you're asking of me Allison, you want me to betray my kind just to save you?' Derek said, his head cocked to the side.
'Yes.' Allison said with a shrug of the shoulder. It was hard to see his problem, but then he probably didn't see werewolves the way she did.
'Why should I?' Derek asked.
'Because you killed my mother.' Allison said bluntly.
'Your mother killed herself.' Derek argued.
'You bit her; you turned her into the thing she most hated in the world.' Allison accused pushing his chest. He stood stock still, not moving an inch. Allison whined in frustration.
'She was trying to kill the person you claimed to love.' Derek pointed out. 'She was killing Scott.'
'You really love him don't you, even now, if he calls you for advice and doesn't thank you, or sends you a random text, you're pathetically happy aren’t you.' Allison smirked at him.
'My relationship with Scott is no business of yours.' Derek snarled pressing her back against the plain walls, his face inches from hers.
'What, did I hit a nerve Derek?' Allison couldn't help herself.
'Shut up.' Derek warned.
'I did, I upset the poor baby Alpha.' Allison teased cruelly. Derek snarled again and pushed her back into the wall, but Allison hooked her foot around his leg. She was by no means strong enough to fight him but she did have the element of surprise when he stumbled back. She had no weapon, or he'd by bleeding by now, and he just came at her again before she got the chance to do anything else. Derek, it seemed hadn't survived this long on good looks.
'I hate you.' Allison whispered.
'I hate you too.' Derek said crashing their lips together. Allison wound her fingers into his hair and kissed him fiercely, as he lifted her and pinned her to the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he bit at her tongue and lips, then down her throat. Allison tugged his hair hard, her teeth catching his lip as she kissed him.
It frightened her, always had, how attracted she was to this monster, this thing that had no right breathing the air she did, yet here she was, letting him kiss her, letting him grind against her. Allison hated him, hated herself. She was useless and pathetic, but she would carry on, she would let him have her and later, on the dark nights she would add this experience to her shameful lists and beat herself up about it until she understood how worthless she really was.
Derek ground his hips against hers, breaking her out of her horrid thoughts and causing her to moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hardness even through two layers of denim. Her fingers trembled as she tried to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down, then open her own.
It was awkward, Derek didn't want to seem to release her, but he pushed her jeans over her butt and down her thighs, and pushed her panties aside, his fingers slipping into her wetness as he nipped her earlobe.
'Fuck, Derek, fuck me.' Allison demanded. Derek hooked her ankles over his left shoulder, and using his considerable strength, and the aid of the wall, slid into her wet pussy. 'Fuck!' She cried out as he nipped down her throat and across one collarbone.
Derek was hard inside her, setting a brutal pace once she'd gotten used to his girth, one hand on her butt and the other holding her tight on the small of her back. Their position was awkward, she was practically folded in half as he fucked her. It was rough and violent, and he drew blood from a nip on her jawbone at one point, but Allison screamed when her orgasm hit her from nowhere, Derek following shortly after her.
They slid onto the floor, sharing several soft kisses, Derek's fingers tangled in her hair as she tugged his, foreheads pressed together. 'This changes nothing.' Allison warned. Derek swallowed, nodded and closed his eyes.
'Come on, it's time to go.' Derek said an hour or so later, as Allison fixed her clothes. They'd fallen into a comfortable silence, Allison's arms wrapped around his neck, Derek cradling her close. It had been a long time since Allison had intimacy like this, another reason for her lapse in judgement.
'Go where?' She asked.
'I'm taking you home.' Derek said pushing her in front of him into the corridor. It was dark, and quiet, and Allison's nerves were prickling her skin as they walked uninterrupted out of the building. Derek led her to a battered mustang and held the passenger door open for her as she got inside. They barely spoke as he drove her towards Beacon Hills. It was a long drive, several hours.
They stopped once for gas, and Derek turned to speak but Allison held her hand up. 'You owe me this.' She said turning to glare at him. Derek nodded again, and handed her a brown paper bag he'd brought from inside the store. They drove for another hour before Derek was pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot in Beacon Hills. 'I assume you can make your way from here?' He asked not looking at her.
'I can.' Allison said.
'Goodbye then.' Derek said handing her the cell phone that had been taken from her this morning. Allison got out of the car slowly and closed the door, watching until the tail lights were out of sight. She opened the bag and was shocked to find a bag of her favourite candy, how did Derek even know?
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'It's Derek Hale.' Her father’s voice carried upstairs. Allison bit her lip and looked over the banister.
'I thought he was dead.' Lewis said in an awed voice.
'He soon will be.' Chris said his voice full of determination. Allison padded down the stairs wrapping her arms around her torso and her father turned to look at her. 'He's in the basement sweetheart.'
Allison frowned at her father then nodded. She'd never spoken about what happened three years ago with Derek, about how he'd saved her; how she even knew he was alive, how she'd come across his existence.
'An omega alpha.' Lewis shook his head, laughing to himself. 'Fucking idiot couldn't even get himself a pack.'
'I'll go say hello then.' Allison said ignoring Lewis and opening the door, closing it firmly behind her. She walked down the wooden stairs, each one creaking beneath her weight. When she got to the bottom she found him, hanging by his wrists, his toes brushing the floor. He was battered and bruised, covered in blood and healing slower than he should be. There was slow burning wolfsbane oil in the room, killing him like her mother had once tried to kill Scott, only this stuff was worse, it would take much longer.
When his green eyes found hers Allison felt her heart ache a little, a reaction she hadn't expected.
'Allison.' He whispered. His throat sounded raw and his eyes were streaming. Strangely he tried to smile at her.
'I can't save you.' Allison said. Derek rocked his head between his arms, his version of an understanding nod.
'I know' He breathed out, coughing and wheezing. 'I know.'
'What happened?' She asked stepping towards him. His death would be slow, perhaps several more days. Allison ached for him.
'Left my pack, got careless.' Derek admitted through broken lips, sweat glistening on his chest as he struggled to survive.
Allison nodded. She heard the door open and close, and heavy boots come down. She didn't need to look to see who it was. Chris came to stand by her. 'Would you like us to go out?'
'Yes.' Allison said.
'I'll take...'
'No. Leave him, he's asleep now, I'll... I'll see to him.' Allison said. Derek's eyes flicked towards her, and then her father before his energy seemed to seep out of him again and his head slumped forward.
'Okay. I'll be back by tomorrow lunchtime,' Chris said, 'to bury the body.'
'Okay.' Allison said looking at Derek as he tried to swallow. She followed her father upstairs, waved goodbye to him and his friends then returned to the basement. She killed the incense, opened the windows and cut Derek loose in less than a minute, her decision already made.
He rolled on the carpet to try and get away from her but she followed him. 'Derek, I need to talk to you, I need to ask you a question.'
'What?' He asked as he tried to get to his feet, but he stumbled and fell back down, the beast in him weak and disorientated.
'Werewolf children, I need to know.' She said falling to her knees and handing him a bottle of water. Derek eyed it cautiously then batted it out of her hand. The bottle spilled, clear liquid seeping into the thick rug she was kneeling on. She felt it soak into the left knee of her jeans.
'Know what?' He asked again, clearly attempting to escape once more, this time pushing himself backwards towards the stairs.
'My son, his eyes are brown like mine but this morning they flashed blue at me when I swung him in a circle, and he was deliriously happy. I need to know.' Allison said.
Derek laughed bitterly. 'Your son's a werewolf. Will you kill him?' He asked finally managing to stand unsteady on his feet.
'No but my father and his buddies will.' Allison confessed. She couldn't do that; she wouldn't let her son die. She needed to protect him more than anything else in the world. She had hoped that he had missed the curse, but this morning, her heart had broken a little when his true nature was revealed.
Derek nodded again. 'Does Scott know his son's a werewolf yet?'
'Scott's not his father.' Allison said. Derek turned sharp eyes on her, and Allison bit her lip. 'We need to go, and we need to go now. There's food and water in the kitchen, nothing's been contaminated.'
'Okay,' Derek said. He let Allison lead him to the first floor. She left him in the kitchen as she sprinted upstairs. She gathered a bag of things together, pulled Harvey into her arms and rushed downstairs with him. Derek was busy chewing on raw meat. Allison looked away, cradling Harvey against her chest as Derek's strength grew back. 'This helps me heal much quicker.' He explained noting Allison's disgusted expression.
Allison nodded and went outside, checking to see if her father had left anyone to watch them. He hadn't, it seemed he trusted her as a hunter and a daughter to kill a weakened Derek. 'I'm sorry daddy.' She whispered unlocking one of the SUVs and breaking the tracking device inside. She returned to the house and lifted Harvey into her arms. 'Are you ready?' She asked Derek turning and leaving the kitchen.
She jumped and Harvey whined when Derek pushed a few glasses to the floor and they smashed on the tiles. He bit his arm and splattered blood across the counters, pushed chairs and pulled rugs out of place on the floor. 'Okay, I want you to write a note saying that I've promised to let you go when I'm far enough away from here. I want you to say that I know about the tracking devices in the SUVs, and that we've removed them. Allison, if we do this now, if I do this for you, there's no coming back here. I'm wiping the three of us off the grid, I'm killing us.'
'Okay.' Allison said fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Harvey whimpered and twisted in her arms, looking towards Derek.
'Okay.' Derek said holding the door open for her to escape through.
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Police have confirmed that the SUV involved in the gas station explosion was the one stolen over a week ago from Chris Argent's Beacon Hills home. The explosion took place in the early hours of the morning killing fugitive Derek Hale and his kidnap victims Allison Argent and her son Harvey. It is thought Derek was in the process of stealing gas to fuel his chase across the country from authorities after the kidnap of Allison due to old family feuds. Chris Argent has asked that he be given the appropriate privacy to mourn his daughter and grandson.
Allison twisted her bottom lip between her fingers as she read the old news report. She was kneeling in front of the fire, wearing just her pyjamas and one of Derek's hoodies. The sound of feet drew her attention and she turned in time to catch Derek padding towards her. He knelt behind her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 'Harvey's asleep.' Derek whispered reaching to take the printed report from her. 'Why don’t you burn these, it's over now.'
'He's had a big day.' Allison said thinking about her son, his happy smile, his infectious laugh.
'It's not every fourth birthday you get a grandpa you barely remembered.' Derek conceded pressing dry lips to her neck.
'I don't think I can.' Allison crumpled the page a little as she took it from Derek. They still argued, bitterly, but it was becoming less and less frequent. The addition of Chris to their mix, of Chris finding out they were alive and the consequences from that, the fact that his daughter was living with a werewolf, had a cub of her own, that Chris’s only living family was the very thing he used to hunt, it made for an awkward life, but they would get past this as a family, and Allison knew that with hard work and determination they would make this life work.
'Baby, I know, but you have to let go of the past. Your Dad's here now, he's upstairs asleep, trying to get used to these Alaskan winters.' Derek kissed her on the neck again shocking her out of her thoughts. 'Come to bed.'
Allison sniffed and looked at the dying embers. She took the page, the report of her death, and placed it on top of the glowing coals. They watched in fascination as fire curled around the edges of the page, consuming it until it was a tiny black fleck drifting in the haze of heat.
Derek stood, and held his hand out. Allison looked at his hand outstretched, trusting and begging and loving all rolled into one. She stood and took it and together they walked upstairs to bed, curling around each other underneath thick duvets.
Allison smiled to herself, she had all her men under one roof, and maybe Derek was right, maybe now they would be able to move on with their lives and learn to live once more.
Author: lowlifetheory
Recipient: sandrine
Pairings: Allison/Derek
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 3437
Warnings: None
Summary: Allison wasn't even aware that Derek was alive yet here she was in his lair.
Author's Notes: Hope this is a good holiday gift, and I've hopefully managed to incorporate some of what you wanted :).
Allison fell against the hard concrete floor of the basement the monster had dragged her to. She didn’t have time to stop her cheek from slamming into the rough floor, and pieces of debris scratched at her skin, a layer of dust rose and coated her dry lips. ‘Look what we have here,’ The Alpha bitch who’d brought her in said, twisting a hand in her hair and yanking her head back uncomfortably to show the others around her what she had. ‘A little lost Argent.’
‘Clan Argent,’ a rough voice rumbled, ‘oh how the great have fallen.’
Allison looked up, locked eyes with a man in his fifties. He smiled at her, all teeth and no sincerity. ‘I was pushed.’ Allison sniped back, trying to scrap some form of control back.
The werewolf threw his head back and laughed loudly. ‘She has a sense of humour Greta.’ He told the woman holding Allison. ‘I like her.’ His eyes sparkled with some form of fondness, but Allison didn't have time to work out who it was aimed at, didn't have time to care.
‘You’re not the only one.’ Greta said. Allison didn’t like the tone of her voice, didn’t like what was being implied. Allison hadn’t meant to be caught, there wasn’t supposed to be a nest of them here, just one or two that she was tracking, swallowing she realised she'd been tricked and trapped, and her cheeks burned in shame at that thought. She tried to look around but Greta who was still holding her by the hair yanked her neck back so far Allison feared it would snap. Greta was a woman in her forties, weary around the eyes but young enough that from a distance her appearance deceived her true age. Their eyes locked and Greta smiled, pushing Allison’s face back to the floor. A pair of boots walked past her, thick heavy man’s boots, followed by a pretty pair of heeled shoes. There was some whispering but when Allison tried to look up Greta pushed her face down again with the toe of her shoe.
‘I’ve got her now.’ A voice said. It sounded vaguely familiar but Allison couldn’t place it. Then there was a hand around her upper arm like a steel band and Derek Hale was lifting her to her feet. She tried to hide her surprise but it wasn’t easy in a den full of werewolves.
‘Shocked at what you see?’ Greta smirked. Allison was shocked; she didn’t expect Derek to be here. She hadn’t seen him since he left Beacon Hills, not a trace at all. She'd wondered if he were dead sometimes, in the middle of the night, when sleep eluded her, or if he'd run like a coward.
'What will you do with her?' A voice Allison hadn't heard speak yet asked. Derek shrugged and pulled her closer to him so she didn't get a look at the owner.
'We'll soon see.' Derek said turning and yanking her behind him down a long hallway. Allison struggled against him but he ignored her like he would a fly, she was just an irritant at his side. There were doors along the corridor and Allison tried to pay attention to where he was taking her but she lost track when he kicked one open and threw her inside.
For a moment she thought he would leave her like that, just sitting on her butt in the middle of the room but then he shut the door behind him and grabbed her again, lifting her and pinning her to the wall. 'What the hell are you doing here?' He snapped his furious face close to hers.
'I'm here to kill werewolves.' Allison said raising her chin defiantly, hoping that the rabbit skip of her heart didn't let Derek know just how frightened she was.
Derek shook his head and let her go stepping back into the middle of the room. 'Are you still playing hunter?' He asked.
'I'm not playing at anything Derek; I know what I'm doing.' She replied.
'Clearly you don’t or you wouldn’t be here.' Derek sighed scrubbing a hand over his face. He hadn't changed much; there was still the leather jacket, dark clothes, and week old stubble turning into a beard. Allison glared at him then turned her attention away from him. They were in a private room, his own perhaps. There was a bed against one wall, some clothes and shoes about, a few books here and there and not much else.
'Do you live here?' She asked trying to change the subject. She needed a plan on how to get out of here. Perhaps she could convince Derek to help her.
'From time to time.' Derek said backing away from her. 'I can't believe you're here. I don't know how I'm going to get you out of this one.'
'Who says I need you to get me out?' Allison demanded hotly stepping towards him.
'You're in a den of Alpha's, and you've killed seventeen werewolves Allison, I'd personally say you're fucked.' Derek said. Allison turned away from him and crossed her arms.
'Why are you here?' She wondered looking at the bare walls. Didn't Derek like any kind of decoration, was he always this plane? This room where he slept said nothing about his character at all.
'It's my pack.' Derek's voice was soft. 'Scott asked me to leave, so I left and came here.'
'You don't like it.' Allison said. Derek didn’t answer and she didn't probe, but she did turn around to face him again. 'What will it take for you to help me get out of here?'
'Return you to the world so you can kill more of us? Do you realise what you're asking of me Allison, you want me to betray my kind just to save you?' Derek said, his head cocked to the side.
'Yes.' Allison said with a shrug of the shoulder. It was hard to see his problem, but then he probably didn't see werewolves the way she did.
'Why should I?' Derek asked.
'Because you killed my mother.' Allison said bluntly.
'Your mother killed herself.' Derek argued.
'You bit her; you turned her into the thing she most hated in the world.' Allison accused pushing his chest. He stood stock still, not moving an inch. Allison whined in frustration.
'She was trying to kill the person you claimed to love.' Derek pointed out. 'She was killing Scott.'
'You really love him don't you, even now, if he calls you for advice and doesn't thank you, or sends you a random text, you're pathetically happy aren’t you.' Allison smirked at him.
'My relationship with Scott is no business of yours.' Derek snarled pressing her back against the plain walls, his face inches from hers.
'What, did I hit a nerve Derek?' Allison couldn't help herself.
'Shut up.' Derek warned.
'I did, I upset the poor baby Alpha.' Allison teased cruelly. Derek snarled again and pushed her back into the wall, but Allison hooked her foot around his leg. She was by no means strong enough to fight him but she did have the element of surprise when he stumbled back. She had no weapon, or he'd by bleeding by now, and he just came at her again before she got the chance to do anything else. Derek, it seemed hadn't survived this long on good looks.
'I hate you.' Allison whispered.
'I hate you too.' Derek said crashing their lips together. Allison wound her fingers into his hair and kissed him fiercely, as he lifted her and pinned her to the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he bit at her tongue and lips, then down her throat. Allison tugged his hair hard, her teeth catching his lip as she kissed him.
It frightened her, always had, how attracted she was to this monster, this thing that had no right breathing the air she did, yet here she was, letting him kiss her, letting him grind against her. Allison hated him, hated herself. She was useless and pathetic, but she would carry on, she would let him have her and later, on the dark nights she would add this experience to her shameful lists and beat herself up about it until she understood how worthless she really was.
Derek ground his hips against hers, breaking her out of her horrid thoughts and causing her to moan into his mouth at the feeling of his hardness even through two layers of denim. Her fingers trembled as she tried to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down, then open her own.
It was awkward, Derek didn't want to seem to release her, but he pushed her jeans over her butt and down her thighs, and pushed her panties aside, his fingers slipping into her wetness as he nipped her earlobe.
'Fuck, Derek, fuck me.' Allison demanded. Derek hooked her ankles over his left shoulder, and using his considerable strength, and the aid of the wall, slid into her wet pussy. 'Fuck!' She cried out as he nipped down her throat and across one collarbone.
Derek was hard inside her, setting a brutal pace once she'd gotten used to his girth, one hand on her butt and the other holding her tight on the small of her back. Their position was awkward, she was practically folded in half as he fucked her. It was rough and violent, and he drew blood from a nip on her jawbone at one point, but Allison screamed when her orgasm hit her from nowhere, Derek following shortly after her.
They slid onto the floor, sharing several soft kisses, Derek's fingers tangled in her hair as she tugged his, foreheads pressed together. 'This changes nothing.' Allison warned. Derek swallowed, nodded and closed his eyes.
'Come on, it's time to go.' Derek said an hour or so later, as Allison fixed her clothes. They'd fallen into a comfortable silence, Allison's arms wrapped around his neck, Derek cradling her close. It had been a long time since Allison had intimacy like this, another reason for her lapse in judgement.
'Go where?' She asked.
'I'm taking you home.' Derek said pushing her in front of him into the corridor. It was dark, and quiet, and Allison's nerves were prickling her skin as they walked uninterrupted out of the building. Derek led her to a battered mustang and held the passenger door open for her as she got inside. They barely spoke as he drove her towards Beacon Hills. It was a long drive, several hours.
They stopped once for gas, and Derek turned to speak but Allison held her hand up. 'You owe me this.' She said turning to glare at him. Derek nodded again, and handed her a brown paper bag he'd brought from inside the store. They drove for another hour before Derek was pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot in Beacon Hills. 'I assume you can make your way from here?' He asked not looking at her.
'I can.' Allison said.
'Goodbye then.' Derek said handing her the cell phone that had been taken from her this morning. Allison got out of the car slowly and closed the door, watching until the tail lights were out of sight. She opened the bag and was shocked to find a bag of her favourite candy, how did Derek even know?
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'It's Derek Hale.' Her father’s voice carried upstairs. Allison bit her lip and looked over the banister.
'I thought he was dead.' Lewis said in an awed voice.
'He soon will be.' Chris said his voice full of determination. Allison padded down the stairs wrapping her arms around her torso and her father turned to look at her. 'He's in the basement sweetheart.'
Allison frowned at her father then nodded. She'd never spoken about what happened three years ago with Derek, about how he'd saved her; how she even knew he was alive, how she'd come across his existence.
'An omega alpha.' Lewis shook his head, laughing to himself. 'Fucking idiot couldn't even get himself a pack.'
'I'll go say hello then.' Allison said ignoring Lewis and opening the door, closing it firmly behind her. She walked down the wooden stairs, each one creaking beneath her weight. When she got to the bottom she found him, hanging by his wrists, his toes brushing the floor. He was battered and bruised, covered in blood and healing slower than he should be. There was slow burning wolfsbane oil in the room, killing him like her mother had once tried to kill Scott, only this stuff was worse, it would take much longer.
When his green eyes found hers Allison felt her heart ache a little, a reaction she hadn't expected.
'Allison.' He whispered. His throat sounded raw and his eyes were streaming. Strangely he tried to smile at her.
'I can't save you.' Allison said. Derek rocked his head between his arms, his version of an understanding nod.
'I know' He breathed out, coughing and wheezing. 'I know.'
'What happened?' She asked stepping towards him. His death would be slow, perhaps several more days. Allison ached for him.
'Left my pack, got careless.' Derek admitted through broken lips, sweat glistening on his chest as he struggled to survive.
Allison nodded. She heard the door open and close, and heavy boots come down. She didn't need to look to see who it was. Chris came to stand by her. 'Would you like us to go out?'
'Yes.' Allison said.
'I'll take...'
'No. Leave him, he's asleep now, I'll... I'll see to him.' Allison said. Derek's eyes flicked towards her, and then her father before his energy seemed to seep out of him again and his head slumped forward.
'Okay. I'll be back by tomorrow lunchtime,' Chris said, 'to bury the body.'
'Okay.' Allison said looking at Derek as he tried to swallow. She followed her father upstairs, waved goodbye to him and his friends then returned to the basement. She killed the incense, opened the windows and cut Derek loose in less than a minute, her decision already made.
He rolled on the carpet to try and get away from her but she followed him. 'Derek, I need to talk to you, I need to ask you a question.'
'What?' He asked as he tried to get to his feet, but he stumbled and fell back down, the beast in him weak and disorientated.
'Werewolf children, I need to know.' She said falling to her knees and handing him a bottle of water. Derek eyed it cautiously then batted it out of her hand. The bottle spilled, clear liquid seeping into the thick rug she was kneeling on. She felt it soak into the left knee of her jeans.
'Know what?' He asked again, clearly attempting to escape once more, this time pushing himself backwards towards the stairs.
'My son, his eyes are brown like mine but this morning they flashed blue at me when I swung him in a circle, and he was deliriously happy. I need to know.' Allison said.
Derek laughed bitterly. 'Your son's a werewolf. Will you kill him?' He asked finally managing to stand unsteady on his feet.
'No but my father and his buddies will.' Allison confessed. She couldn't do that; she wouldn't let her son die. She needed to protect him more than anything else in the world. She had hoped that he had missed the curse, but this morning, her heart had broken a little when his true nature was revealed.
Derek nodded again. 'Does Scott know his son's a werewolf yet?'
'Scott's not his father.' Allison said. Derek turned sharp eyes on her, and Allison bit her lip. 'We need to go, and we need to go now. There's food and water in the kitchen, nothing's been contaminated.'
'Okay,' Derek said. He let Allison lead him to the first floor. She left him in the kitchen as she sprinted upstairs. She gathered a bag of things together, pulled Harvey into her arms and rushed downstairs with him. Derek was busy chewing on raw meat. Allison looked away, cradling Harvey against her chest as Derek's strength grew back. 'This helps me heal much quicker.' He explained noting Allison's disgusted expression.
Allison nodded and went outside, checking to see if her father had left anyone to watch them. He hadn't, it seemed he trusted her as a hunter and a daughter to kill a weakened Derek. 'I'm sorry daddy.' She whispered unlocking one of the SUVs and breaking the tracking device inside. She returned to the house and lifted Harvey into her arms. 'Are you ready?' She asked Derek turning and leaving the kitchen.
She jumped and Harvey whined when Derek pushed a few glasses to the floor and they smashed on the tiles. He bit his arm and splattered blood across the counters, pushed chairs and pulled rugs out of place on the floor. 'Okay, I want you to write a note saying that I've promised to let you go when I'm far enough away from here. I want you to say that I know about the tracking devices in the SUVs, and that we've removed them. Allison, if we do this now, if I do this for you, there's no coming back here. I'm wiping the three of us off the grid, I'm killing us.'
'Okay.' Allison said fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Harvey whimpered and twisted in her arms, looking towards Derek.
'Okay.' Derek said holding the door open for her to escape through.
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Police have confirmed that the SUV involved in the gas station explosion was the one stolen over a week ago from Chris Argent's Beacon Hills home. The explosion took place in the early hours of the morning killing fugitive Derek Hale and his kidnap victims Allison Argent and her son Harvey. It is thought Derek was in the process of stealing gas to fuel his chase across the country from authorities after the kidnap of Allison due to old family feuds. Chris Argent has asked that he be given the appropriate privacy to mourn his daughter and grandson.
Allison twisted her bottom lip between her fingers as she read the old news report. She was kneeling in front of the fire, wearing just her pyjamas and one of Derek's hoodies. The sound of feet drew her attention and she turned in time to catch Derek padding towards her. He knelt behind her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 'Harvey's asleep.' Derek whispered reaching to take the printed report from her. 'Why don’t you burn these, it's over now.'
'He's had a big day.' Allison said thinking about her son, his happy smile, his infectious laugh.
'It's not every fourth birthday you get a grandpa you barely remembered.' Derek conceded pressing dry lips to her neck.
'I don't think I can.' Allison crumpled the page a little as she took it from Derek. They still argued, bitterly, but it was becoming less and less frequent. The addition of Chris to their mix, of Chris finding out they were alive and the consequences from that, the fact that his daughter was living with a werewolf, had a cub of her own, that Chris’s only living family was the very thing he used to hunt, it made for an awkward life, but they would get past this as a family, and Allison knew that with hard work and determination they would make this life work.
'Baby, I know, but you have to let go of the past. Your Dad's here now, he's upstairs asleep, trying to get used to these Alaskan winters.' Derek kissed her on the neck again shocking her out of her thoughts. 'Come to bed.'
Allison sniffed and looked at the dying embers. She took the page, the report of her death, and placed it on top of the glowing coals. They watched in fascination as fire curled around the edges of the page, consuming it until it was a tiny black fleck drifting in the haze of heat.
Derek stood, and held his hand out. Allison looked at his hand outstretched, trusting and begging and loving all rolled into one. She stood and took it and together they walked upstairs to bed, curling around each other underneath thick duvets.
Allison smiled to herself, she had all her men under one roof, and maybe Derek was right, maybe now they would be able to move on with their lives and learn to live once more.