Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Thirty-Four

"Happy Birthday to Mal/Margo, happy birthday to you," the cohort sang and after a few seconds, she leant forward and blew out the candles on the cake. Everyone began to cheer and laugh as another birthday came to an end. There was not one face that wasn't lit up by a joy so extravagant that you wouldn't be able to know how happy everyone truly was. There was something wrong with Margo though; something was missing in her eyes which no-one could figure out.

"Happy birthday kid," Noah mused, as he bent over and pressed a kiss to the side of his daughters head.

"I've not been a kid for four years now," she teased, as she glanced up at him and he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Don't remind me. I'm not ready to feel old yet," he joked causing her smile to brighten from humour.

Everyone was there; Stiles, Noah, Melissa, Scott, Isaac, Allison, Lydia, she'd even managed to get the twins there.

It had been four months since she'd last seen Derek. A week since he'd last responded to her. He'd gone with Peter to take back Cora and he mentioned there was something he had to do before he came back but she wasn't sure what it was. All she knew was that he'd said he was going to be back for her birthday and it was now her birthday, at 1 in the afternoon, and he wasn't here. There was still time.

"So what are your plans for tonight?" Melissa mused as she walked over to her and Noah.

"I'm getting drunk."

"...that's a good plan," Melissa admitted, whilst Noah looked at her horrified, "what? She's an adult she can do what she likes."

"She's still my child."

"You're not stopping me. Me and a few friends have already planned to go to a club together," Margo admitted as she reached out for the knife so that they could cut the cake.

"You're in a big group though right?" Noah asked.

"Well...that depends on how you define big..." she muttered, there was four of them and she couldn't imagine there being any crime caused by actual humans in Beacon Hills.

"Can I come," Stiles asked as he slid over to look at her.

"Absolutely not you're a child," she scoffed as she glanced over at him.

After she'd finished applying her lipstick, she stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed onto her small purse but just as she looked up a short scream fell from her lips and her entire body lurched from fear. Stood in the loft was Aiden, Ethan, and Isaac who were all looking at her both expectantly and confused.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped as she looked between the three.

"Well, it's dangerous at night. So we're here to protect you," Isaac said and she looked at him baffled for a moment before she scoffed.

"I'm going out for a night in the town, I don't need protecting," she assured, as she looked between the three of them, "especially from three sixteen-year-old boys who have school tomorrow."

"We do not have school," Ethan cut in, holding his hand up to draw attention to himself, "and we're werewolves...so..."

"So we are quite happy to take over from that child over there," Aiden added on causing Isaac to roll his eyes.

"I cannot work with him, you're going to have to drop him from the team," Isaac urged, crossing his arms as he did.

This is what she'd been dealing with for the past four months. It had started after she forced them all to eat dinner together and from that point on they were simply her boys.