Only Human

4. Missing

Chapter 4
Missing

POV - Scott

    When I woke up the morning after the failed night out to the club, I noticed a persistent buzzing coming from the floor of my bedroom. I was just going to ignore it, but no sooner had it stopped, it started up again.

    I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, snatching up my phone, pressing the answer button, and bringing it up to my ear.

    "What?"

    "Pack meeting. Get here as quick as you can." Derek's gruff voice came through the speakers of my phone.

    "Alright." I said, getting out of bed and walking to my dresser, grabbing the first clothes that came to hand, "Give me half and hour."

    "You have twenty." And he hung up.

    It was times like this that I didn't like him. He never seemed to sleep, and he expected everyone to drop everything to come at his command. But we always did it anyway, no matter what we were doing, or where we were.

    And by the time I'd got dressed, downstairs and out to my dirt bike, I had used up about five minutes of my allotted time to get to Derek's. Oh well, he could wait, start without me, or just tell me later. Serves him right for giving me a time to get there after keeping me up most of the night.

    To be honest, it didn't matter that I was later then Derek wanted me to be. I made it to his loft eventually, and that was what mattered. It also didn't help that the lift in his building was out, and I had to run up the stairs.

    "You're late." Was the first thing I heard when I tripped through the door thirty-five minutes after the original call.

    "Well, I'm sorry that I live at least twenty-five minutes away from your place without breaking any speeding laws, and that your lift is out – again." I dropped down on the couch next to Allison, putting my arm round her shoulder and looking round the room, "And I'm not the only one who's not here."

    On my glance around the room, I noticed that my loud mouth, sarcastic best friend was nowhere to be seen, along with Peter, but he never really came to Pack meetings. He just turned up whenever he fancied.

    "I don't think she's gonna be here." Danny groaned, laying down and putting his head in Ethan's lap, "She was pretty smashed last night, and I'd be surprised if she was in any fit state to open her eyes, let alone get out of bed."

    In the middle of the room, Derek stood with his arms folded and a scowl on his face. Everyone in the Pack – even the twins who hadn't been with us that long – knew that this was his 'shut up and listen' face.

    "Now that Scott's here..."

    A groan from Danny interrupted what Derek was going to say.

    "Is the room spinning to anyone else, or is that just me?" He asked, as Lydia got up to get him a glass of water.

    "It's not spinning Danny." Ethan told him, running his fingers through his boyfriends' short hair, "How much did you have to drink last night?"

    "I don't know." He said, taking the glass of Lydia, "I gave up counting after Stiles ordered the fifth round of shots, and we were pretty drunk by that point anyway. How she could still stand when she left, I have no idea."

    "If you were feeling this bad, why did you come?"

    "Cause Ethan carried me from my nice, warm bed, put me over his shoulder, and man-handled me into a taxi."