A/N: I want to start of this story by actually saying in the context of the show I never actually even thought to ship Lydia and Derek. However, I found an GIF set on tumblr (by a user who goes by obrozy if you wish to check them out. I'd link you, however as I'm sure most of you know, FF and links to don't get along very well) that ended up inspiring this little story. It's only going to be in six parts, and each part was inspired by one of the six GIFs that was in the set. I really wish I could attach the GIF to each post, however in this moment I do not see a way to make that work. Anyway, this is my long way of saying a) this is an AU, so I have taken it mostly out of the context of the show, and B) it's an experiment. So I'm just as surprised as you are with how everything turns out. On that note, I have really enjoyed writing these and I hope that you will enjoy reading them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Teen Wolf world. The only thing I claim credit for is the plot.

"This seat taken?"

She recognized the uneven smirk that the boy, man really, Lydia was quite sure that he had to be at least four years older than herself, gave her as he waved a hand to the seat. It was not that she had seen this specific smirk on this specific face before (she had in fact never seen this man in her life. She was sure that she would remember a face like that) but it was the kind of expression that all human beings of his calibre - herself she was in fact including - were capable of making. It said something more about themselves (if truth be told) than the person that they were directing that sort of grin at. Of course, there was some flattery in that gaze (after all, while they were capable of making such a grin, they were not charity workers. It did not go out to just anyone), however as much as that gaze seemed to be saying "I like what I see", what it was really saying was "I know you like what you see more."

"Sit down and I suppose it will be," was the cool response that the strawberry blonde gave the man, as she flipped another page in the magazine she had looked up from (but only for a moment), giving only a half shoulder shrug as she did so. Everything about her attitude said that she was completely disinterested. Perhaps, too much so, but Lydia Martin was a veteran at the game that she was currently playing, and she wasn't in it to lose.

For his part, the man gave out a short laugh, one that rumbled deep from his broad chest, before folding his large form easily into the small uncomfortable chair that the waiting room provided for them, "So what are you in for?"

There was a pause here, purposeful on her part, as she continue to look at the glossy pages that she had picked up. In all honesty, this magazine was dated, extremely so. She had read whatever information it supplied when it came in with her subscription months ago. And anything she might have missed from that reading (which was of course, nothing) had been leaked through the internet so many times over, the whole act was rather dull. But these were all things that bear boy beside her didn't need to know.

"That's a bit personal, don't you think?" A smirk that was very similar to the one that had been (and still was, not that she had looked up to check) on his face, began to cross her own, though the message of hers held a slightly different meaning. Her smirk was more along the lines of: 'You can look, but you're never going to touch'.

This response far from dissuading the man seemed only to encourage him, slouching him his chair so that they were closer in height, he leaned over so that his mouth was resting by her ear, breath hot on her skin when he decided to whisper, "Well, that depends."

"On?"

"What you're in for."

A spark of amusement rose in her eyes. While she had expected a response something like what she received the fact that she got it at all was encouraging. He wasn't going to win this game, but at the very least he knew his steps. There was nothing worse than playing a game with a person that did not know the rules, made it far too simple to win, and that was in fact, no fun at all.

And what was the point of life if it was not fun?

"You certainly are persistent, aren't you? One might suspect you of nefarious intentions."

"I'd just call it idle curiosity."

Her head bobbed slightly, and her smirk took an expression that looked just the slightest bit more amused; by no means did it become inviting. There was still a distinct barrier between Mr. Idle Curiosity and herself, but he had gained something almost like respect from herself, and as far as respect from Lydia Martin was concerned, that was a pretty big reward. She made a sound in the back of her throat that accompanied the amusement that began to colour her face, but any verbal response that she wasn't considering giving anyway was stopped by the secretary who happened to walk by at that moment.

Her eyes locked on the stranger, and a frown crossed her face. She was the sort of person who liked to know what was going on in what she saw as her waiting room, "Who the hell are you?"

"Derek Ma'am," instead of being intimidated by the woman's sharp tone, the man simply turned his "charming" grin on her, and held out her had. The frown softened slightly, though the suspicious look never quite left his face, "Derek Hale."

"And why are you-"

"Doctor Buchanan is expecting me."

The woman harrumphed and turned on her heal. The plane of her retreating shoulder clearing stating "We'll see about that". Derek's cocky grin at that vanishing back was distracted by the sound of a voice beside him.

"So Mr. Idle Curiosity has a name." There was a tone of triumph to Lydia's announcement. By whatever means she had gotten it, she felt like she had the distinct hand of advantage here. She knew his name while he was still in a mystery as to hers.

His eyebrow raised as his smirk grew, "So it would seem. And do you-"

"Miss Ma-"

She stood up, a grin crossing her face as she cut off the man's voice as she bounced across the room, the inflation that she felt from her perceived win was causing her motions to be just the slightest bit more exaggerated. Once at the door to the room that had been indicated, she paused for less than a second, flipping her long hair over her shoulder, and making a movement that seemed to suggest that she was going to turn back. Only before she completed it, she gave another half shouldered shrug, and disappeared.

Leaving Derek Hale alone.

A/N: Well that is the first part of my little six part story. So I hoped you enjoyed it, and please don't hesitate to leave a review! I love to hear what you have to say, particularily if it's constructive. There is always room for improvement!