Got some random inspiration to write this, not sure about it, really. Might be a one shot, might be something I continue, I don't know... what do you guys think?
Derek's head shot up as he heard a shriek echo through the forest not too far from the hospital where he was currently located. With a frown he decided it probably wasn't relevant to him and continued his search for traps set by the Argents, traps that might ensnare the new pack members he planned to create. He couldn't have them being caught by the hunters, not before he'd trained them, they'd be slaughtered.
Nearly an hour later he was about to circle back to his hide out when he heard a rustle of moment followed by whimpered sob. He turned and silently followed the sound. The sounds led him to Lydia, who was collapsed to her knees, trembling and completely naked. He stuck to the shadows of the trees, listening as she muttered something. "Help me… someone help me… hes gonna kill me…" his brow tilted down, and he took in a deep breath, scenting the air. No one was around, she wasn't being chased, so what was she talking about. Peter. The name brought instant realization to him, and against his normal nature, the empathetic yammer in the back of his mind won out, and he stepped carefully forward.
"Lydia…" he said in a voice that's gentleness he barely recognized. Her head shot up to look at him and she instantly began to scramble back from him. Derek took a few more steps toward him and then decided to try children's tactics. He crouched down to her eye level in an attempt to appear less threatening.
"Lydia, its alright." He said carefully. This was all so unlike him, even he found it strange. He could sympathize with her though, he knew very well the kind of deep scars Peter seemed to have a tendency to leave on the people he'd been in contact with. Even now the betrayal, nearly two days old and avenged, still burned hot like a blue flame.
"Jackson?" she whimpered, he caught the hopefulness in her voice. She was somewhere else completely caught in a nightmare were Peter was very much still alive and capable of terrorizing her, although apparently, he didn't need to be alive to do that.
"Sure." He complied, if it would gain her trust then fine, he could pose as Jackson for the moment. He could see relief shine through in her clouded and confused eyes.
"Jackson, you came to save me!" She made her way shakily over to him and threw her arms around his neck. Derek placed a careful hand on her shoulder blade.
"Yeah…" he said quietly. His mind turned to Jackson, so consumed in himself and his own desires that he probably wasn't even aware of Lydia's absence at the hospital. This didn't really affect his opinion of Jackson, he never liked him, and he didn't really have an opinion on Lydia or reason to feel resentment on her behalf. All they shared was their wounds that Peter inflicted, and this moment.
Lydia turned her face to Dereks and leaned in to kiss him. He leaned back, denying her of this. "You're still mad at me? Jackson I- I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much…" she said quietly.
"I don't hate you…" he responded, it was strangely automatic.
She looked away, "You can't be Jackson…" there was a strange sudden soberness to her voice now. She lean her forehead against his shoulder, he let his hand fall away from her shoulder.
"No… you're not Jackson," her voice regained its dazed film, and she peered at his face, seeming to search desperately for recognition.
"You're Derek Hale." She realized finally. He nodded slowly.
"Why are you helping me?" She asked, leaning on her whole body on his shoulder this time.
"I don't know…" he admitted, sitting back from his crouch to an actual sitting position. Lydia's body went with his, she stayed with her head on his shoulder, her torso leaning against his chest, the hip of the side she laid on between his groins, and her legs between his.
"Well... thanks…" she said, slowly in almost a whisper. Even Derek new gratitude wasn't in her emotional range, she really was far gone. He'd wondered when she'd come back down, or if she ever would.
"Derek…"
"Hmm?" he glanced at her.
"I'm falling asleep…"
"Okay…"
"Don't go anywhere."
"Okay."
"I mean it, be here when I wake up." She said, a bit of her usual Lydia spunk returning to her voice, she hooked her fingers in his jacket, as if stating she wasn't letting him go anywhere.
"I will." He replied, unsure himself of whether he was lying or not. From what he expected of himself it was a lie, but from the rhythm of empathy that vibrated off his heart strings, he found he wondered if he'd be able to leave her like this. So for now he guessed he just sit with her, and go with whatever his conscience made him do next.
Like I said not really sure if this should be a one shot or an actual story. Let me know what you guys thought of it, and or, what you think I should do with it. I kind of have an idea of what I could do with this, but i don't know. Anyways thanks for reading!
-Ancell
