ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR * FINDING TRUTH

New white rays shine through the window, the rays of brightness casting different glowing shapes on the walls. The warm light filtered through the thin skin of his eyelids as Derek was warmly awakened from his forced three-day slumber. His eyes adjusted to the direct light, then he heard the shades being lowered. Peter was looking at him as he sat back down next to Derek, he had been by Derek's side for almost 24 hours now. He was afraid that Derek would do something stupid before Stiles and Michael visited him, but for some reason Derek slowly started acting like his old self again. Peter looked at Derek, 

"Good morning nephew, how are you feeling today?" Derek sat up in the bed,

 "What happened to me, I mean all I remember is going up to the restroom at the Stilinski house then waking up just now." Peter looked at his nephew, 

"That afternoon of the convoy meeting, I believe you were visited by Ogmios, a Celtic Deity. His intent was to prevent Stiles from rescuing Sergeant Lasko, but I'm still uncertain why that all took place." Derek looked at him. 

"What did I do?" Peter sighed,

 "Well Nephew you attacked Stiles at Lydia's. He hit his head pretty hard on the fireplace, I checked him out as much as I could. He wouldn't tell me if there was something wrong any way. I'm afraid our poor favorite solder has P.T.S.D. from his military venture." Derek closed his eyes and rolled over, 

"Tell them not to come, I can't face Stiles, not after attacking him." His uncle walked around and kneeled down to look him in his face, 

"Is that the reason, or is it because Sergeant Lasko connected with Stiles in a way you never could, because you were afraid?" Derek's eyes glowed red, 

"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter started to walk out of the room, turned and followed up with, 

"I think we both wished you didn't know what I was talking about!" Derek waited till he could hear the elevator doors to shut, jumping out of bed, he grabbed his clothes and jacket and left the room. Walking through the doorway leading to the stairs he quickly sprinted down them. 

*

The golden morning sunlight was coming through the trees. These soft rays should have brought warmth to the new day, it only acted to solidify the reality of her anxiety. Sitting on the deck outside of her bedroom, Lydia was able to watch the event for the first time in her life. She had usually slept till she woke, unless she was on a schedule. Her thoughts were heavy on her soul this morning. She was still reliving the argument she and Michael had. His words were still stinging. She realized most typically that no one ever argued with her because she always had the words or correct response to come back with, but this time she was at a loss for words and the person doing the arguing was about seventy five percent correct. What agitated her was the fact that she had to admit somehow that she was in the wrong. She had never looked at anything from the other person's point of view, it was always hers. 

She picked up her morning tea, it was hotter than she thought, and she cursed out loud. The door to the bedroom opened, and Jordan stepped out into the deck quickly, 

"What's wrong Hun?" His eyes were full of concern. 

"Tea was too hot, I didn't mean to get you out here." Jordan sat down next to her, 

"You tossed and turned all night." He tried to look her directly in the eyes, but she was not looking back at him. "Tell me what happened yesterday that has you so upset, I mean every one of our friends are home safe now, and the soldiers made back ok, well except for that poor kid with the vision problem, to whom I'm calling my friend Charlie who is an Army ophthalmologist, hopefully he will be able to see if we can help him." Lydia softly smiled