Caution, Purpose and Faith '-'-'-' A Derek Hale Story'-'-'-'

Chapter 18: WHAT'S IN THE BOX?!?!

Derek sat in his Camaro, parked outside Megra’s grandmother’s house; he made sure to park in the back to avoid any hunters that might be roaming in that area, his car was after all more than conspicuous. It was a small house with eggshell white outer walls and framed windows of the same colour; it was a two story house and relatively small with a porch outside and a reasonably sized yard.

The vintage look of the house reminded Derek of his own home, before it was burnt down and reduced to a mark of hate in the middle of the forest. He began to wonder why Megra hadn’t even insisted on living with her grandmother, his eyes took in the sight of a lone tree in the backyard that held a lonely tyre swing, a child’s toy. Derek could only assume Megra used to visit her grandmother often before she was lost, he could only imagine the hurt of not being recognised by your own family, he felt that way once…when he used to visit his uncle.

Derek was brought of his thoughts when he heard the back door of the house creak open and Meg walked out with a cardboard box that was heavy in size but she was carrying it easily. Derek leaned over and opened the door for her as Meg got in and rested the box in her lap before shutting the door of his car.

“The nurse Julie kept a bunch of my stuff in the attic, in case I came back, she is so nice.” She explained before he even asked, he nodded in acknowledgement before starting the engine and steering the car out into the road.

“I have something for you in here” Megra chimed with a mirthful grin playing at her lips, Derek raised a sardonic brow.

“If you are planning to give me a soft toy to keep me warm at night—“

“No way am I giving anyone Mr. Patch,” Derek smirked amused by the name she had blessed her toy with; she pulled out a dusty old bunny rabbit that had buttons for eyes and ears that didn’t match his greying fur coat, he understood why she named him Patch –judging from the square shaped patch of pink cloth stitched to his smooth velvet stomach-.

“No, I have something much better for you.” Meg murmured secretively while balancing the box on her lap, Derek had half the mind to peer into the box and find out but decided it would be against his nature to care about something so petty. So instead, he averted his gaze to the open road, contemplating on what to buy for dinner since they completely missed lunch.

“Oh and I snagged some biscuits for you, I hope you like jam—“Meg blurted out fishing out a parcel from her jacket pocket, that fit her palm that she had wrapped in a thin white tissue paper, his gaze gleamed in amusement “I love jam, in fact I am going to take just one since I grabbed like five, oh and there is a chocolate biscuit in there somewhere too…” Derek drowned out her rambling, glancing at her with his heart experiencing that same warmth he felt when ever Meg acted her usual generous considerate way, even though she did somewhat steal, no one had ever stolen for him before, it was admirable.

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They sat on the floors of the basement with cartons of Chinese food and individual sodas cans between them. Megra was happily munching on her bucket of noodles with the chopsticks balanced between her slender fingers; Derek glanced at her slyly while chewing on a dumpling. He couldn’t help but think she was always happy no matter what she did, her merry nature was contagious and she made just the simple act of eating seem enjoyable.

“This is good noodles,” Meg mused taking another mouthful and grinning in Derek’s direction, he nodded wordlessly and she didn’t seem to be put off by his silence. He liked that about her, most women would have been irked by his lack of words and expression but Megra wasn’t, she seemed to accept him the way he is without judgement.