ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN * FUTURES PAST

Michael sat on the old tree trunk facing the overlook on the old Hale property. The city looked peaceful, lit and quiet. He was the happiest he had been in a long time. He had snuck out of the house to get some alone time, he needed to figure out what to do. He wasn't sure about how things were going with Stiles. The young man really had to grow up faster than he should have, his youth was basically taken away from him at the age of sixteen with these supernatural problems. Michael knew Stiles never really had fallen in love, yeah, he had a crush on an unattainable princess. Now Michael wanted to show Stiles one hundred percent that he was in love with and devoted to him. He had decided that he would accept that Stiles was going to use the money his father allocated from the military, even though it quite frankly seemed to be hush money. He now had to figure how he was going to win Stiles's heart one hundred percent.

At that moment the sky was a beautiful blue and twilight purple, the stars were twinkling like Christmas lights. Then over the lower hills past the city lights the whitest moon Michael had ever seen started to rise. 

"Wow, how is it that something that beautiful can turn me into something so horrible?" He smiled, then his senses started to tingle, he looked to his right and there stood the man who used to own the property they were on now. 

"The moon is a friend for the lonesome to speak with. He listens and never complains. He will guide those who seek him through the night with brightness but will always remain in darkness so to be seen." Derek looked at the imperfect white orb glowing in front of the two men. Michael turned to him, 

"That was beautiful." He stood up and turned to Derek and extended his hand, "I'm Sergeant Michael Lasko." Derek looked at Michael's hand and slowly excepted it in a very firm handshake. 

"May I?" he asked, motioning for permission to sit. Michael looked at the man, 

"By all means." He smiled. Derek continued to look at the sky,

 "I've come here all my life to this spot, never worrying about it or second guessing it, now I feel like I need to ask permission to come here." Michael glanced at Derek then stood up frustrated, 

"Look Mr. Hale, Sarge did a good thing by buying this property. Someone anonymously sent him that email, when no other email came through to him from this town, no letters, no cards, nothing. He lost everything he had and knew it was time to get out of a town that no longer needed him." Derek stood up and slowly advanced toward Michael. 

"You have no clue what you're talking about, Stiles was loved by everyone of his friends." Michael proceeded a step closer, 

"Oh really, Lydia broke up with him two days prior to him going into basic training to be a soldier, Scott started dating his ex in secret then tried to deny it, you would treat him like dirt on the bottom of your shoe, that kid had a crush on you, and you treated him no better than one would a pet rabbit. Stiles took all of that stress with him to basic training, do you know how much physical and mental stress basic training puts on a young man, they live for one letter a week one letter Mr. Hale. Stiles received none in 9 weeks, none and all he could think about is the bad things that happened to him before he left. So don't tell me that I don't know how he felt, I was the one who lifted him up in war of all places and gave him a purpose and made him feel human again, Pete gave him that unconditional love and friendship he lacked and deserved." Derek stood up, and just looked at him, his lip was quivering in anger and regret, while his eyes were blank, he sat down and motioned Michael to sit down as well.