I Fell For the Sour-Wolf

Long Way From Home

I woke in a field. No idea how I got there, but something wasn't right. The birds were quiet. The trees as still as my breathing. I couldn't remember anything after Derek and I, well, you know. I looked around, attempting to spot something familiar. I didn't have my phone on me so calling for help wasn't an option. I started walking. About 8 miles later, I reached a small country store. It wasn't much, but I'm sure they had a phone.

A small bell on top of the door let whoever was present know I entered. No one was at the counter so I waited a few minutes. Looking around, it seemed like no one had been here in months. There were cobwebs around everything. The cash register was open and empty. I'm sure no one would mind me using a phone. If it even worked. I picked up the phone and heard the dial tone. Sighing in relief, I dialed Derek's number. It rang, and rang, and rang. Nothing. I tried Stiles. Nothing. Scott. Nothing. Hell, I even dialed 911. Nothing. I looked down at my clothes, they were dirty and tattered. I grabbed an outfit off of the racks at the store and changed into some new boots.

My first thought after changing was to find food, but I tried to contact everyone one more time. With no luck, I searched for food. A few cans of spaghetti and some granola bars were all that was left on the shelves. My ears picked up on an engine idling it's way towards me, I ran out into the street, hoping someone would stop. Fortunately that someone did stop, unfortunately I was an omega talking to a hunter who very well knew what I was. A gun made its way into my vision.

"Wait wait! No! Please don't shoot!" I begged the stone grey eyes. He looked around and realized I was alone.

"Who are you?" I gave him my name, along with some crucial information.

"The queen? And you're pregnant? You don't look pregnant." His eyes danced to my stomach and I covered it involuntarily. I assured him that I was. It was just hidden for protection. I even allowed him to feel the child moving around. His eyes soften for a moment, a flash of longing swept through. It was gone as quick as it had come.

"How far away is Beacon Hills, California? I have to get back." The man seemed shocked. Any sense of hostility long forgotten as he allowed me into the car. I buckled my seatbelt as he began to speak and drive.

"We're a ways away from Beacon Hills. You're in Rhode Island." My eyes widen. There's no way I'm in Rhode Island. That too far. How long? How did I get here? Why?

"Do you happen to know what day it is. The last thing I remember was going to sleep. I woke up here."

He seemed apologetic but answered anyways. It had been three days since I was reunited with Derek. Had I been asleep this whole time?

"I need to get back. Is there somewhere to rent a car? Or even an airport? I have to get back to my pack." His eyes harden once again at the mention of more of my kind. It almost feels as though he wants to kill me. We reach a motel and he helps me with getting a room. I sit at the desk and try to phone someone again. This time Stiles picks up, he's the only one.

"Stiles? Hey! Oh wow. I've been trying to phone you all day!"

"Brendan? Oh my god. Where'd you go? It's been days. Argents sent a search party for you and Derek. Oh god he's trying to kill everyone. He thinks you left him!"

"Stiles why would he think that? I don't remember anything after going to sleep that night." I blush as I remember the events that had happened.

"You asked if he wanted kids," I could hear the confusion in his voice, "he thought you left because of what he said. Where are you?"

"I'm in Rhode Island. I'm catching a plane home straight away tomorrow." I turn to the hunter and cover the phone, "what's your name?" He tells me it's Jake Wallace and I put the phone back to my face. "Stiles. I need to talk to Argent. Where is he?" At the mention of Argent, Jakes face pales, like he's heard of the father before. Argent speaks up, informing me that I'm on speaker and asks if I'm alright.

"I'm fine, but there's a hunter here. Names Wallace. Jake Wallace. He helped me. Do you know him?"

"He's in the New York division. Interned then trained and finally sent on the field. He was introduced by my late wife, Victoria." I ask Jake if he remembers Victoria and he nods. I then apologized and inform him she has passed, not telling him it's my packs fault.

"Ok. I have to sleep so I can be home tomorrow. Someone tell Derek that I would never leave him. And that I love him." I take the phone from my ear, right before I press the hang up button, I hear a short 'I love you too'.

I lay on the motel bed. It's comfortable. But I can smell the cheap sex. The hunter, Jake, takes up residence on the couch. I fall asleep, making sure to keep my guard up.

I'm a long way from home.