Story: Away From Home
Warnings: It gets violent. Rest assured that no children are hurt.
Derek tried to put his screaming son into the back seat. Dade was stubborn and hadn’t seemed to like going to the doctors, in fact he was still shifted. He was eight months old and already a handful. He had realized he had gotten lucky with Henry, it had eased him into parenting.
Derek’s phone rang.
“Hello,” Derek said, putting the phone on his shoulder and attempted to strap his son in.
“Hey Derek,” the Sheriff said. “Is Stiles with you?”
“No,” Derek said. “He isn’t at the station yet? I’m running behind, he was supposed to bring Henry there.”
“Not yet,” the Sheriff said. “ I tried calling a few times, he isn’t answering.”
“Did you try Lydia?” Derek asked, reaching for a stuffed hippo that Dade loved so much.
“She’s not answering either,” the Sheriff said quietly.
The hairs on the back of Derek’s neck rose. “She always answers her phone.”
“I know,” the Sheriff said. “That is what I’m worried about.”