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A Slice of Life story

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Muse: So... basically I'm bored and in being bored an idea struck me, and when ideas strike me bad things tend to happen to characters I like. The newest character that I cannot get enough of is Derek Hale, because, and to use the nickname, he is such a Sour Wolf. No really. He's like, a ball of grumpy filled angst (for obvious and valid reasons) sautéed in dry wit with a side of gallows humor. Is it any wonder why I've come to love this character? And because I love him I've decided to give him *le gasp* friends!

I know. How is that even possible? Well it occurred to me that because he's a grump who grumps like a champ, he's mildly attractive *shifty eyes* and he's actually got this dark sense of humor and snark that he'd actually attract a certain amount of people to hang around with. Like, maybe one or two real friends that he can call and just growl at, who laugh and call him out on his growling? Why the hell not, right? Anyway, that was the reason I wrote this, boredom and the intense urge to just this.

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Scott couldn't tell who the girl was from his vantage point in the tree, but from what his senses were telling him (he'd been working on that at least) he could tell that she was a female human who used the same moisturizer as his mother, wore little makeup and had waves of annoyance, fear and a bit of humor rolling off of her. He could hear her too, her voice was a low southern drawl with a tiny lit at the end. He could admit it was kind of cute the way she yelled at Derek Hale, like she wasn't going to get her face chewed off for calling him a 'damn idiot' and saying things like 'DD, I could kill you right now.'

And Derek seemed cowed, shoulders hunched, head dropped forward like a lost puppy or like Scott when his mom had ever had a word with any of his teachers, like Derek was about to be grounded or something. That shouldn't be funny, if anything that should be scary because Derek didn't really do 'scared little boy,' his facial expressions going from agonizing guilt, to pain filled brooding, homicidal rage and finally snarky bastard.

"Dee Dee you damn sunovabitch, you coulda give me a damn call!" She shouts again, this time removing her hands from the pockets of her brown leather jacket (again, Scott wondered if this was a being around werewolves thing.) Her short brown curls bobbed around her head as she looked towards Issac to the side. "And when you did call all it was for was tellin' me Laura's dead and I don't hear nothin' in weeks? What in the hell is wrong with you?"

"I didn't want-"

"I don't give a damn of what you want! You call."

"I just thought-"

"I don't have a whole lot of care I got for what you were thinking either!" She shoved at his solid chest and shockingly enough he moved back with the momentum. Derek could have stood stalk still and unaffected, but he'd let the tiny dwarf of a woman push him. "And what the hell is all of this? Is this your old house? What the hell are you doin' in this house?" She makes a grand sweeping gesture towards the burnt out remains of the Hale house with what might have been a look of anguish or anger.

Scott can't tell because their pretty far and even if his eyes work better than before that doesn't mean he can exactly get a good picture of her face, since her back is to him.

Derek rolls his eyes and looks to the side at Issac like the teen can actually do something other than gape like a fish out of water in shock. "I'm sorry."

Well, thought Scott, I can officially cross Derek Hale says I'm sorry off of things I'll never hear list.

Issac seems to be similarly shocked by Derek's apology. Derek himself just looks like he wants to fade away, possibly sucked under ground to die of humiliation if the peeking of red at the tips of his ears are anything to go on.

"Sorry that you didn't call or sorry because I had to fly out here to find you? I should string you up and beat you for all the stress you given me! Never in my life met someone as pig-headed and forgetful as you!"

"Bertie..."

"Ah hell." She crosses her arms across her chest with a sigh. "Don't with the damn eyes, I hate it when you do that thing with the eyes."

"No you don't. You like my eyes."

Derek is being...playful? In what universe did Scott wake up in today? Derek isn't allowed to be playful and he sure as hell isn't supposed to use the puppy dog eyes. No. Not ever.

"Save it." Bertie finally turns around and Scott gets a better look at her. A heart-shaped olive face, large brown eyes, a long nose and full lips with a little too much ruddy gloss. Cute. Normal looking. "You are taking me out to eat and to explain yourself. You are going to tell me everything from the beginning to now and why you're at this...house." She turns her attention to Issac who seems just as lost as Scott feels. "You gotta name?"

"Issac."

"Issac." She lets the name toil in her mouth, her lips pursed. "He hasn't seduced you has he?"

"What? No!"

"Really?" She grins. "Huh...well. You wanna come with? You both seemed a little engaged when I came up in the cab. Didn't mean to interrupt whatever the hell it is you both got on."

"No. I mean. I don't want to get in the way." Issac shoots Derek a look. "Right?"

"Just..."

"Ah honey, its alright. Dee Dee's payin'."

"You might as well grab your jacket. She wont stop talking until you agree." Derek says.

"Oh. Okay then I guess?"

The three walk towards the car, Bertie deciding to take the back seat. Issac automatically refuses the front but Bertie just laughs. 'Look at me, I'm a midget. You'd be crushed if you took the back.'

Once they're all situated in the car and Scott figures he's free to hop off his branch once they leave, he ready's a hand against the bark and lets his legs dangle. The passenger window rolls down and Issac looks up at him, pink-faced and shy. "You're requested." He shouts up at him.

"Get your ass down kid!"

Apparently Scott needs to work on his stealth.

Muse: I have to say. I love Bertie. I love her to bits. Lets be honest. Everyone has a Bertie. That one friend who bustles into your life is as bossy as she is sweet and annoying. Everyone has a Bertie.

And so because everyone has a Bertie I decided that Derek has a Bertie.

Lord save him from the ass kicking he will surely receive somewhere in the chapters of this story.