Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Forty

"Are you sure you want to help?" Margo asked as she began to pour the boiling water into the mug to make tea. She hadn't gone with them to the loft since there was no way she'd ever be remotely helpful in a fight but she'd been thankful to know that her brother wasn't killed but instead he'd gone missing again. At this point him being missing was a blessing. "Don't feel like you have to," she added on.

"We have to, to get into the pack," Aiden said, and she flinched at the words spilling some of the water on the side. Aiden eyed her warily as she quickly put the kettle down and grabbed some of the kitchen rolls to clean it up.

"You shouldn't want to be in this pack," she said through strained teeth as she did so, "half of them are liars and for some reason, everyone ends up dead or hurt or possessed."

"We just want to be a part of something," Ethan admitted.

"You should also want to live," she said as she finished up and she turned around walking over to the other side to pass them the mugs, "I know what Derek told you. That yeah you'd kill for Scott but would you die for him... I don't...I don't want any of you dying for him. Your life is just as important," she pointed out. Noticing that the pair had fallen silent she changed the conversation, "have any of you heard from Isaac? Derek doesn't know and Scott hasn't told me anything."

"He's still in the hospital," Ethan said, and she nodded in understanding before taking a seat. His phone rang and he got up to take the call leaving just Margo and Aiden.

It was silent for a few moments, "you know, when we were young our mother used to make us tea. She said it made us look posh," Aiden joked and Margo glanced up at him the corners of her lips quirking up in a smirk, "she also used to tell us to do what we thought was best."

"Wise words, to trust yourself," she mused and he nodded.

"Do you think we should join the pack?"

"I think you should do what's going to keep you both safe," she countered, "I'd much rather see you alive than getting along with Isaac. Although, that's not exactly a difficult comparison," she joked.

Placing the tea on the coffee table, she stepped over to sit beside him, "whatever happens, if you feel like yours or your brother's life are in danger then I want you to get out. I want you to leave and I want you to be happy. Go find love, go get your education, get a good job, and be happy," she stressed and he met her eyes feeling his own heart melt into the stars. "Because if you die...I will never forgive myself."

"I'll keep us safe," he promised, in reference to himself and his brother, "you know I was thinking...I want to make motorbikes for a living. Custom ones that are really good," he added on and she nodded.

"That sounds like a great plan," she mused, "look at you being Hareton and all," she praised reaching up and brushing some of the hair away from his forehead, "you do need a haircut though."

"Who?"

"Hareton? Wuthering Heights?" She asked, searching him for any recognition but he shook his head, "kids these days. No culture," she muttered, shaking her head out of disappointment.

Walking into the loft, she eyed Derek warily seeing as he was on the floor playing a game of chess. Turning away from him, she walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Tea always made her throat so dry and even though she loved it, it was always an absolute nightmare. The room felt empty and like it was surrounded by ghosts and yet there was not one.

"You're not speaking to me now?" Derek asked, and she tensed by the slightest degree.

"There's nothing to say," she dismissed.