An Uneasy Accord

Prologue - You are Not Mini Me!

A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*

Well this is the end of this installment of the Moon Verse...But I will be working on Breaking Down and Teenage Dream while devising some one shots featuring the Derelyn clan! I cannot thank all of you enough for the support during this crazy ride! YOU ARE ALL THE VERY BEST! I think I sat on this because it meant posting would conclude this story...

Two weeks later Brooklyn was riding in the Camaro as it rolled up the winding drive towards the house. Derek looked over as she rested the side of her head against her open palm and smiled to herself. Her aura was healthier and cast a soft glow as the sun played upon her hair and skin. Alex and Laura were fastened in the car carriers which were anchored tightly by seat belts. Derek had checked and double checked each one before he felt comfortable enough to drive.

Their hands were linked the entire way home with Derek pressing a light kiss against hers every so often. Markus had been right that day in the hospital: He had to fight for her and those sweet innocent babies. Derek had wallowed in self misery when the older hunter had gripped him by the collar and jerked him to his feet.

"We're home," he quietly announced and put the Camaro in park. Laura gurgled from behind Brooklyn's seat as if to share in her father's soft joy.

"Someone's awake," she twisted around to see them both awake and looking around. The hunter was still in awe at hers and Derek's two miracles. It felt as if a lifetime had passed from the night she had delivered Alex and Laura to that moment the house broke the horizon. Despite the overwhelming sensation of elation that warmed her veins, Brooklyn couldn't but help to feel the icy tendrils raking down her spine. She couldn't explain it but deep down something whispered this was but the beginning. The feeling had started the moment she left the hospital and trailed her all the way home. Brooklyn didn't tell Derek about the nightmares that swept her psyche in the darkest hours of the night, in the places Derek couldn't reach.

"Brook! Derek!"

Markus rushed down the steps and towards the Camaro. He had returned to the house and prepared for everyone's eventual arrival. Derek lifted Alex from the back as the older hunter hurried to collect Laura.

"You're in no condition to carry her," Markus chided gently when Brooklyn attempted to snatch the car carrier away. Brooklyn growled in resentment as the pair treated her like she was an invalid.

"Markus I can handle her," Brooklyn insisted it arms outstretched expectantly.

"You heard Dr. Teague and Dr. Fenris," Derek hollered from across the car. "Your body's still healing."

Brooklyn glared daggers at both men as they carried the twins inside. She knew she was fighting a losing battle but refused to waver. Those two would never truly grasp the pain and agony she endured from carrying and giving birth coupled with the trials of recovery. It had been her her heaven and had been her hell.

"Well come on then," Markus was anxious to show them what he had done inside.

"Brook," Derek knew she was seething at their attitudes towards her but he wasn't about to tempt fate a second time. "Brooklyn come on."

Brooklyn was still incensed as she started up the steps and through the front door.

"For now I only did one room for Alex and Laura," Markus led the couple down the hallway towards the first room. "But as they get older we can do another room."

"Markus you have done more than enough for us," Derek started to protest but the hunter would have none of that.

"Alex and Laura are my grandchildren Derek. They deserve the best so just say thank you and be eternally grateful."