Supernatural Law (Derek Hale)

Second Chance at First Line

Madeleine sat at her desk at the firm. She had finally started feeling at home at the office. Joan was an excellent lawyer and had become an incredible mentor to Madeleine, who was currently working on some corporate cases. She had always envisioned becoming an environmental lawyer, perhaps for a large corporation or a state or federal attorney, but she figured general corporate was a good place to start. Madeleine hoped she could grow at the firm into a position that focused more on environmental law, but she felt perfectly happy learning the ins and outs of corporate law first. She figured whichever way she went, private sector or governmental, she would need to know a fair amount about corporate law. 

Madeleine loved her desk area at the office. It wasn't exactly a cubicle, but she got her own little corner with a wall on her right, where she was allowed to hang her diplomas and a family portrait. On her desk she had displayed a picture of her childhood puppy, Mango, a crystal paperweight with a butterfly inside, a beautiful lamp her grandmother had given her when she moved houses a few years ago, and a mason jar with a small succulent growing inside. She was one of the younger staffers and enjoyed being in the company of older, more experienced lawyers. Madeleine felt like she was learning about law exponentially everyday, whereas she was sure her coworkers were just happy to have a fresh face to talk to. The only other lawyer around her age was Nathan, an aspiring divorce attorney. He was 28, went to Columbia, grew up in Detroit, and loved to play tennis. And was super gay. Madeleine wasn't sure why he wanted to be a divorce attorney, but she liked to imagine it was a little bit of payback to the system that tried to suppress gay marriage for so long. The two of them were not super close, nor did Madeleine see Nathan as someone she would ever feel close to, but they were friendly coworkers and enjoyed having each other as a younger outlet after spending hours with only baby boomers. 

Madeleine was typing an email to one of her clients when she was summoned to Michael's office. "Do you need something?" She asked. 

"Madeleine, I'm really sorry to do this to you, but I need a favor." Michael looked rather frazzled, a look Madeleine had never seen on him before. "I swear I do not think of you in any way as an assistant or anything less than a lawyer, but I'm swamped right now and I trust you. My son, Jackson, got hurt at lacrosse practice and they need someone to go pick him up and take him home. I would ask my wife but she's out of town at a pharmaceutical conference, and I don't know who else to ask." 

"Michael, it's no problem, I can go get him." Madeleine still felt slightly degraded, but she knew it was only because she was a close family friend and not based on her ability.

"Thank you so much, I owe you one." Michael gave her a tight smile and went back to simultaneously typing and talking on the phone. 

Madeleine sighed as she closed the door and gathered her things from her desk. It was only 4:05 PM, so she didn't mind getting out of work early at all, but she was a little bit sad to leave her work. It was amazing! Madeleine had worked many jobs since she started high school, but this was the first where she actually felt totally useful and passionate. She couldn't help but smile a little. Law was definitely her calling. 

Her Prius was parked at home since she decided to save the environment and walk to work each day, so Madeleine walked home as quickly as she could and threw on some jeans, a top, and tennis shoes before she drove to the school. 

A brief few minutes later, Madeleine was pulling into the parking lot. She rushed out to the field and immediately spotted Jackson on a stretcher. 

"Oh my God, Jackson, are you okay?" She rushed over to him. 

"Who are you?" He muttered weakly.

"You probably don't remember me," she chuckled. "I'm Madeleine Moore, our dads are really close. We played together when we were little before I moved. I work for your dad now at his firm, just moved here a few weeks ago." She couldn't tell if he actually remembered her or not but she took his nod as an okay for her to keep talking. "Your dad asked me to take you home. He wanted to himself but he's in the middle of this really huge case right now, and he-