Derek struggled against his sister's hold desperately, the panic in his voice rising when he heard their mother screaming again. Cora. They needed him, and even if he was glad to see Laura, he needed to save the rest. Every instinct in him wanted to follow her command, especially since she had always been his alpha after their mother, but right now he was on a mission. He needed to save them. For all that had happened, all that he and Laura had survived together, when it came to this particular event in their life Derek was stuck and paralyzed by the guilt and responsibility he felt for it.
Except this wasn't like before. Laura had been able to stop him, all those years ago, but Derek always returned to that house as it burned down. In his nightmares he was just as helpless as before, but he was able to throw himself into the flames now. He could help them, he knew he could.
It was his fault. God, it was his fault. He should be the one burning. He should be the one dying. He should have never been the one that was left behind, and as he turned to her sister that resignation was spelled out clearly in his eyes.
Hearing Kate again fueled him to the point that he was able to scramble his way out of Laura's grasp, but it didn't last. Laura easily tackled him again, and as he tried to free himself again he suddenly realized that he was covered in blood. Cora's. Talia's. It was all over the ground, covering his hands, and the scent of them was agonizing as it mixed with the smell of smoke, but what he didn't realize was that he was covered in his own blood as well. It was suddenly spreading through his clothes as the wounds that Dick had inflicted on him suddenly opened in his dreams. The pain came back as agonizing as it had been, radiating throughout his body and with a force that made the flames intensify, but Derek couldn't hear them. A mangled scream got caught in his throat, the wounded wolf writhing but this time not to get away from his sister. He just needed it all to stop.
Aren't you everyone's downfall?
"Laura, make it stop." He felt like a child again, like the little boy he once was looking for his older sister for protection, and as he clutched to her he wasn't sure anymore why. To make her let him go? For begging for her to stop all this?
He wasn't sure. Honestly, he no longer knew if that even mattered anymore.