"Ow! Don't you have any anesthetic?" Peter asked as Derek was stitching his finger back together.
"Yep" Derek said looking at him
"What happend to your finger?" I asked Peter
"Someone cut it off" He said
"Are you at least going to tell me what I risked life and digit for?" Peter asked as Derek finished stiching up his finger
"I'm going to show you" Derek said he opened a wooden box with a triskele carved on the wood.
"My Dad made this box" I said grabbing it after Derek dumped claws out of it.
"Really?" He asked
"Yeah I saw him carving the triskele in there" I said running my hand over the wood then putting it back down.
"Are those claws?" I asked. Derek nodded at me
"After the fire, that's all that's left of her" Derek said
"Left of who?" I asked
"Talia. I can't decide if that's touching or morbid." Peter said making Derek look up at him.
"I guess the real question is, what do you plan on doing with them?" Peter asked
"I have to ask her something. And from what I've heard this is the only way possible." Derek said grabbing the jar again and placing it in the middle of the table. Peter looked at his hand and looked at Derek.
"You've got to be kidding me." Peter said
"Why do you think I sewed your finger back on?" Derek asked making me laugh
"You know there's always an element of danger to rituals like this." Peter said as Derek was placing the nails back in the jar
"I'm not particularly fond of them" Peter said. Derek looked at him as if his opinion didn't matter and he dropped another nail inside the jar.
"Unless they somehow benefit me." Peter said and Derek smiled.
"What do you want?" Derek asked
"I want to keep them" Peter said and Derek looked at him again
"Sentimental value. She was your mother but she was also my sister" Peter said and Derek just raised his brows at him
"What? Am I not allowed a little bit of sentiment?" Peter asked
"No" I snickered and Peter glared at me making me laugh harder. Derek placed the jar in front of Peter. He stood up from his seat and grabbed me by the waist as we watched Peter hesitate to put his hand in the jar.
"What's the matter Peter? You scared?" I teased and he glared at me again. Peter slowly placed his hand in the jar.
"Too long" Derek said impatiently as he walked over to Peter.
"No! No, wait" Peter said as Derek forced his hand all the way in his fingers landing on the claws.
"Ouch" I said trying not laugh as Peter had the claw nails on his fingers.
"That's not exactly my color" Peter said
"Oh it's so you" I teased earning another glare from him.
"This is going to be excruiatingly painful" Peter said. Derek was straddling the chair as Peter walked behind him.
"Just do it" Derek said
"Oh I'm going to. I just wanted you to know we all have our petty revenges" Peter said as he stabbed the claws in the back of Dereks neck.
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Crushing on the Bad Boy (Re-edited)
Fanfic"Come on" Derek said "Where are we going? Running errands?" I asked walking towards him "Something like that" Derek said with a smile. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket. He put his on as we walked to the door. "After you" He said holding the do...
