ANOTHER STORY ANOTHER TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT * FORCED MEMORIES

Joey was laying there almost motionless. Liam was trying everything to stop her from bleeding, but nothing was working. He looked up in time to Stiles, Michael and Ethan headed his way. 

"Oh, wow it's worse than I thought, I can't do anything for her." Liam looked at him, 

"You could give her the bite, she would heal." Stiles looked at him, 

"Or it could kill her, I can't do it with out her permission, it's not my call." Stile looked at Joey's face.

 "Corporal, Joey can you hear me." Joey's eyes didn't open but she spoke. 

"I can hear everything you said, I am so weak, and I don't want to die, Sergeant please help me." At that her body felt weaker, Stiles looked at Michael. 

"She may not like you, but you are army Stiles, like her. Do the right thing." Stiles looked at the sky, then the ground, he slowly picked up Joey's left arm and bit into it, as the others gathered around to hide his efforts from any passer by.

*

Derek walked solemnly down the street. The Shadows were everywhere. He was not in the mood for his uncle's attitude, so he decided to go to the loft for the first time in years. Going to the loft meant cutting through Stiles's property. As he walked, he lifted his head to look at the moon. Staring, he continued to walk as he started to remember the day, he met Scott and Stiles. He had been his usual snarky self to the both of them. As his memory drifted away, he found himself in the exact spot where that memory happened. He looked at the moon, he had led him here but why? Staring at the bright glow it was producing, Derek opened his mind and let the clearness in. His new reality was him looking at himself and Stiles having a vocal sparring match. He wasn't sure if it was a real event or not, or even if he won or not, this memory strangely made him happy. He was opening up to someone, letting his guard down, enjoying the moment. But the real reality was when the moment passed, he closed his mind to happiness and reverted back to Sourwolf, now he understood the true meaning to the nickname. While he was in the mind walk, it had started to rain and only lasted a few moments and now he was soaking wet. He was standing there alone in the moonlight, smiling at the old days. His friend the moon had let the memory live again. Derek started walking again, he realized he was in the new park, it was lit at the moment with lamp lights that sporadically place along the path. Stopping he thought he smelled fear and maybe blood, but he figured his mind was playing tricks on him. He looked at the ground there was an ear bud laying there lit up in red. He figured a jogger must somehow dropped it. As he continued his trek to the loft, he spies a torn piece of fabric, that did have blood on it, and it was fairly fresh, but that could be due to the rain.

The stale cold smell of morning was in the air. He watched his shadow as he passed each lamp light. Then all the lamp lights died, the night was over, another day was dawning. As he entered his loft, he walked to the large window at the back. It was the daylight, he was waiting for the sunrise, contemplating a new life he was desperately needing. His mind was set, when the dawn would come, this night would be a memory to, and a new day, no his new life will begin.

After several hours of contemplating, Derek left the loft, he walked around to the front of the building and placed a for sale sign on the front entrance. Getting into his Camaro he raced to the condo, while driving there he called General Lasko. Once home he showered and shaved, put on a suit and tie. As Derek came out of his bedroom, Peter and Pete were sitting in the breakfast nook. 

"Good morning, Pete, (he smiled and then with a frustrated look) Uncle." He turned to get a cup of tea. 

"Well good morning Mr. Kent" Pete laughed at Peter's remark, "What's with the glasses Nephew?" Derek looked at him as he slowly took them off, 

"I just wanted to look good, I'm Meeting with General Lasko this morning." Peter turned his head slowly to look at Derek, 

"What would you and Lasko be meeting about?" Derek smiled, 

"Once the meeting is over, I will let everyone know." With that he replaced his glasses and started for the door. 

"Cousin Derek, I think they look good on you, and good luck, I hope you get what you want from the meeting." Derek looked at Pete then at Peter, 

"Well cousin I am glad you are nothing like your namesake, and thank you." Derek left with a smile.