Catching Feelings

Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Something Wicked

[ Trinity ]

"Hey, Der, you will never believe what just happened at school." Her words died down as she walked in the Hale house to see Derek with a blow torch to Scott's arm. "What the hell is going on here."

Derek turned off the torch, waiting a few seconds for Scott to wake. A tan hand rubbed against the new ink—a tattoo. "It worked." After bidding Derek thanks, Scott opened the door but before he walked out, he looked at the fresh red paint. "You painted the door?"

"Go home, Scott."

"Why only one side?" Using his claws, he scratched at the paint not stopping until the black symbol was on display for Scott and Stiles to see. "How many are there?"

Derek sighed, no longer being able to keep it a secret. "A pack of them. An alpha pack."

"How does that even work?"

"There's a leader," Derek continues, crossing his arms over his chest. "His names Deucalion. We know they've got Boyd and Erica. The rest of us have been trying to find them all summer."

Scott pointed to the blonde. "You've been involved with this too."

A hint of a smile lifted up on Trinity's face at the way Scott worded it. "More than you know."

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"Stop looking at me like that."

Trinity grinned on her side of Derek's bed, her body covered in his shirt. "It's just that I told you so." The loft wasn't very homey, but the large wall of windows was what won Trinity over when she saw the home for Derek and a few days later it was his. "I told you that eventually Scott would get involved with this whole mess, that you wouldn't be able to keep him out of this for long."

Derek climbed into bed with her, welcoming her to rest her head on his chest. "He was out of the loop long enough for him to have a normal summer. That's better than nothing."

After the conversation of Scott died down Trinity jumped up in excitement. "I've got to show you something." Trinity lifted up her hands and rested them on both sides of Derek's face. "Close your eyes."

"Trin, what are you doing?"

"My dad said everything will be explained when I find my wings and I don't know how long that'll take, so I looked in this old book my mom had and it said something about angels being able to project images and I've been practicing."

Taking a deep breathe, Trinity focused on the task. She didn't pick the image, it just depended on the person who was allowing her into their mind.

Flashing before their eyes was an imagine of complete darkness before the color started to show Derek holding a hand while sitting in a hospital chair, a large tree stump and the image changed from being filtered from all red to a light blue.

Trinity's projection stopped and when Derek opened his eyes, a plethora of thoughts plagued his mind. "What does it mean."

"I'm not sure, I haven't gotten as far as interpreting the meaning, just projecting the image." But the blonde didn't have to be an expert to know that whatever the vision was wasn't good for Derek and it probably wouldn't be best for the Scooby gang either.

Derek shifted in the bed, laying his head on her stomach, his hands resting gently on her waist. "How accurate are they?"

"Well, I knew that Scott was going to see that you painted t—"

"Okay," Derek interrupted making Trinity burst into a fit of laughter. "You were right, I should've known Scott would see it."

This was what the whole unnamed relationship was based on, the comfortable conversations they'd grown to have, the affection they were allowed to show behind closed door even when s*x wasn't involved.

Green eyes looked up at the seventeen year-old girl in admiration. "I want to tell people about us, but then again I don't because everyone I grow to care for seems to get hurt—or killed."

"It's Beacon Hills, Der, someone's bound to get hurt and its our job to save them but I promise that I'll do whatever I can to not die, just for you." Derek let out a small laugh at the girl but inside he appreciated the words she'd spoken. "But as a fallen angel who can see the future no matter how much or how little, if I say listen to me—listen to me."

"And miss out on all the fun? No way." He received a light smack on his shoulder before she went back to her job at running her fingers through Derek's inky black hair. "Have you told your friends about this new trick you can do? Could be handy."

Trinity shook her head and rolling her eyes in the same motion. "No, I can't talk to them like I talk to you. They're good people, but once they find a shiny new supernatural toy, they want to blame them if something bad happens. I don't want to be the blame for someone's death."

Derek sighed and got comfortable on her, relaxing as she playing with his hair. Whenever she was with him, he slept the best. No nightmare about burning houses, no red eyes haunting him telling him how terrible an alpha he is, none of it. Just peaceful sleep. "They won't be able to blame you because they're going to blame themselves."