Derek
I looked over at Lucas. He was visibly shaking in his seat, and I knew it wasn't from sitting on this plane. As soon as it took off he started to shake, biting his piercing and even chewing on his nails. Which was gross. Why did I feel like an overprotective parent studying their kid? "Derek?" I jumped slightly when I felt Stiles nudge my arm. I looked away from Lucas and down at Stiles.
"Yeah?"
"Will you please go talk to Lucas? He looks like he needs someone to talk to." I chuckled as I stared down at him. His eyes were closed, and he was almost completely laying on a passed out Scott. Good call slipping those pills in Scotts lunch. He is like a cat with water when it comes to planes.
"'Course babe, just pass out already," I told him. He smiled, and soon he was snoring slightly. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up, moving over to Lucas. I sat down next to him, putting on my seatbelt again.
"I'm fine," he mumbled. I chuckled.
"Sure you are. Now...what's wrong?" I asked. He turned to me, and then looked around the plane. The plane only consisted of the pack, because who would actually want to go to Beacon Hills. I looked down at him, but he was still checking if everyone was asleep. "I drugged 'em all. Won't wake up 'till we get there." I told him.
"You promise not to tell another soul?" I nodded. "Not even Stiles?" I nodded. "You can't get mad either." Again, I nodded. He sighed and turned so he was now facing me.
Nothing in my entire life could have prepared me for what that sixteen year old boy told me. He was crying, and by the end, I was too. It was hard not to. This boy was broken in ways that an angel itself couldn't heal. How am I supposed to keep this from Stiles? How am I supposed to not rip that monster apart the next time I see him. The only thing I could do, was make sure Lucas would never see him again.
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Authors Note; How is everyone?
