Sterek- How've You Come This Far (With a Broken Heart?)

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Another sob was dragged out from his throat as he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. It was that day again. Every year it came and Derek thought it would get easier but he drowned in the guilt every time.

    The thought that his family would be here if it weren't for his stupidity tore him apart. The only person who had survived had ended up with severe brain damage. God, the memory of Peter before the fire brought on another wave of tears.

    He turned on his side and curled his knees to his chest, sobbing. He had done that to Peter. The same Peter that would spend his evenings with his baby curled on his chest as his wife came home from a hard day at work. Peter who was always there to listen to his high school escapades. Derek had been the one to take that away from the world.

    No wonder his uncle hated him. Derek had tried to replace his old pack, his family, with a group of hormone ridden teenagers who only cared about romance. He had tried to replace his mother, father, brothers, and sisters with strangers.

    The bed sheets were wrapped uncomfortably around him and Derek drew in a ragged breath as the tears receded for a second. He covered his eyes and breathed unsteadily for a few seconds. However, a new wave of grief took him and he dry sobbed into his hands.

    He was shocked out of the crying when he felt something buzz underneath him and Derek shakily searched for his phone underneath the mess of covers. A sudden and deep anger filled him. Why were they bothering him? He had told them that he didn't want to be bothered today. Pressing the answer button, the Alpha took a calming breath only to jerk the phone away as he heard screaming.

    "-EREK! It's Scott! We can't take much more of this! We're at the warehouse and fuck, Boyd, hold on! No, Stiles,  RU-" The call suddenly cut off. Derek shot up out of the bed and hurriedly tugged his shoes on. His pack was in danger. What the fuck were they doing? He pushed down the grief that insistently pushed for his attention.

    This couldn't be happening again. Not again. His pack was in danger. Danger. Danger. He was out of the house in seconds and running to the warehouse downtown. Why did it have to be the farthest place in the whole goddamn city? He could already smell the spilled blood of his pack and his wolf howled in protest.

    The scene unfolded before the Alpha as he turned the corner of the street. The pack seemed to be fighting.... Tim Burton versions of themselves?

    His eyes quickly found Scott who was struggling with his doppelganger near the entrance of an open warehouse door. Boyd 2.0 had Boyd pinned the the ground and seemed to be sucking something out of Boyd. There was a wispy line of white mist travelling between Boyd's mouth and the thing's mouth. Derek let his instincts take over and he roared loudly before charging at the thing and knocking it off of his beta.

    Boyd drew a shuddered breath with wide eyes filled with tears, and Derek brought him to his feet giving him a brief pat on the back before going to help Lydia who was struggling to get out of her doppelganger's grasp.

    "Go help Isaac!" Derek ordered Boyd who nodded shakily, wiping his tears from his face.

    He swung his hand at the second Lydia, claws open and the creature let out a shriek as a strange black mist came out of the lines that claw had made on its neck and back before evaporating. Lydia thanked him.

    "What's going on?" Derek asked roughly around the fangs that had fallen. Lydia looked a little ashamed.

    "We wanted to help you because of what today is, and Scott forced Stiles to perform a spell that was supposed to bring a creature that thrived off of grief but Scott's translation was wrong and it feeds on happy memories. The leader has Stiles inside." Lydia rushed out as they ran to the warehouse.