𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔- 𝑺.𝑺

𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚

"They were there for two days, waiting, hiding," said Cora,

"That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us, hide and heal," said Reyna,

"Ok, so is two days standard then? Or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway," said Stiles,

"Why do you care?" asked Cora,

"Why do I care? Let's see, because over the last few weeks, my best friend and girlfriend tried to kill themselves, said best friend's boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, Boyd was killed by Alphas, want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For like an hour,"

"Ok, babe, we get it,"

"You think Derek can do anything about that?"

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah,"

"I don't know, there's something different about him now, he wasn't like this when we knew him back then,"

"What was he like?"

Peter came down,

"A lot like Scott, actually, a lot like most teenagers, unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers,"

"So what happened? What changed him?"

"Well, the same thing that changed a lot of young men, a girl,"

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?"

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha and had blue eyes? Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes? Like your girlfriend, my daughter, me,"

"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing,"

"If you want to know what changed Derrek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes,"

Peter began to explain everything to them,

"Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?"

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think,"

"Okay, that was frustratingly vague, how old are you?" he asked Cora,

"17,"

"See, that's an answer, that's how we answer people,"

"Well, 17, how you'd measure in years,"

"All right, I'm just gonna drop it,"

"They're messing with you," chuckled Reyna,

"Well, he is dating my daughter," said Peter,

"Nice to now I have your blessing but I really don't care, considering you weren't the best father and I don't care about your opinion,"

"Ok, ok, can we get back to the main topic?"

"Ok, what happened to Derek and the cello girl?" said Stiles,

"What do you think happened? They're teenagers, one minutes, it's, 'I hate you, don't talk to me,' the next it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone in for five minutes, their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills,"

"All right, hold up, how do you know all this?"

"Back then, I wasn't just Derek's uncle, I was his best friend, his closest confidante, that's how I know,"