A/N: Hello everyone! Yesterday I saw a graphic on tumblr that had Derek and Caroline in it, and I just thought the crack shipping possibility of them is amazing! So I just became obsessed with the idea of them!
Just to make things clear: This starts after the Season 3 Finale of TVD. Elena is a vamp, the council is evil, and Klaus IS in Tyler's body which may or may not come into play later on. In terms of Teen Wolf, this takes place in the middle of Season 2, and they still don't know the Kanima is Jackson! I've also never written for the Teen Wolf fandom before, so you'll have to let me know how I do!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Teen Wolf or The Vampire Diaries!
It's funny how people you've known your whole life (and death) can turn on you in the blink of in eye. I didn't think there was anything to be worried about. Clearly I was wrong. I don't think anyone on the council could have ever thought that they'd be trying to stake the cheerful blonde little girl they saw grow up.
My mother warned me to leave. She said they would come after me. I should have run, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I think the glimmer of hope that they would begin to understand there were good and bad vampires overtook the dark fear that was rooted deep in my mind. But standing here right now, I knew I was foolish to believe there could have been hope.
Tonight was the night I was going to die.
The council had let the whole town in on the "vampire" secret earlier today, and less than four hours later they found themselves outside my front door, torches and stakes in their hands, shouts of "come on out here you filthy bloodsucker!" and "kill her!" echoing through the foggy night. It was barbaric.
I let the white lace curtains slide closed as I turned back to face my mother.
"They're gonna break down the door soon, Mom." I said urgently, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the back door. "You have to go. They'll hurt you if you stay."
She shook her head, her eyes frantic. "I'm not leaving you, Caroline."
I wanted to pull out my hair. "Mom! You warned me about them, and I didn't listen! Please go! They'll kill you with me."
She paced in the hallway for a few seconds before facing me. "Let me make a few calls, Caroline. I think I can get you out of this. Hold them off for ten minutes." She held her finger up to me and bustled into the kitchen.
I grunted in exasperation and rushed to the front window. It had only been a week since Alaric and Tyler had died, and Elena had become a vampire. Already the town was being flipped upside down. Evil Alaric had created one gigantic mess.
As soon as Elena woke up from her transition, Stefan and Damon left town with her, dragging Jeremy along with them. They had been around the first time the town tried to rid itself of vampires, and according to them, they weren't going to stick around to see it happen again.
Matt and Bonnie had stayed though. They stayed for Tyler's funeral, even though Tyler's body couldn't be found. It wasn't in the cave where he demanded that I leave him while he died. Bonnie said that he may have "wolfed out" and ran far away before actually dying. She said his body could be anywhere. It was the most plausible explanation they had so far. Matt and Bonnie had been with me most of the week while I cried my eyes out, slowly letting my fragmented heart heal.
In short, it had been a week from hell.
Outside my window, my third grade teacher was helping my neighbor prepare vervain grenades. White-hot rage boiled up inside me, and I turned away from the window. These people, who have known me since I was a child, were already so willing to kill me! I heard soft footsteps from behind me as my mom approached, finishing her conversation on the phone.
"Thanks, sheriff. Caroline will be there sometime later tonight. I really appreciate it. Yep. Bye." Liz looked up at me from her phone as she hung up, tears swimming in her eyes.
"They're making vervain grenades… so eager to kill me." I let out a bitter laugh.
My mom grimaced and pulled me into a hug before she spoke. "I have a friend in a town called Beacon Hills who is going to let you stay with him for a while until this calms down and you can come back. Sheriff Stilinski his name is. I grew up with him. He has a son around your age. We used to visit them during the summers when you were a baby. You have a couple of minutes to pack your bags, then Matt is coming to pick you up and he's going to bring you there." She rushed me into my room to help me throw a few necessities into a duffel bag as she explained the rest. "He thinks your coming because you're being bullied in school"
"Bullied? Seriously?" I asked weakly as I threw in my phone charger.
"It's the best I could come up with! Anyway, he doesn't know that you're a vampire, and I want it to stay that way. Beacon Hills is as safe a place as you can be. Nothing ever happens there. You'll go to school and act normal, understood?" my mother finished her spiel as soon as my bag was packed and rushed us to the back door. There were only three people with guns back there. It was the safest place to escape.
"I'm going to go out there and distract them. Tell them I'm on their side or something. Matt is waiting two streets over. As soon as I'm out, get to him and he'll get you to Beacon Hills. Alright?"
I nodded "Be careful, Mom."
She pulled me into a soft embrace "I will be. And you better be too, young lady. No late nights, and I still want good grades."
I chuckled into her shoulder as I attempted to hold back my tears. "I love you."
She let go of me and placed a soft kiss on my forehead. "I love you too, sweetie. Call me when you get there."
With that, she ran out the back door. I only paused for a moment, taking in my house, and then I hoisted my duffel bag over my shoulder and took off running.
I had a couple of bullets fired at me, but they all missed. Thank god they placed the inexperienced at the back of my house.
I was at Matt's new truck in an instant, climbing in as soon as I reached it. It was the truck Rebekah had delivered to him after the accident in hopes of forgiveness. Matt still hadn't quite forgiven her yet though. The truck was quiet with the exception of the quiet hum of Coldplay playing in the speakers; the calm in the truck was a nice change from the disaster raging outside.
Neither of us said anything until we truck was on the highway.
"How are you going, Care?" He asked, eyeing me as he drove.
"You can say I've been better." I let out a shaky laugh, and Matt did the same. "I think we've all been better."
Matt laughed again, nodding his head in agreement. " I don't know, maybe this will be good, Caroline."
"Seriously, Matt? I wouldn't exactly use the word good." I scoffed
Matt shrugged. "Think what you want, but this will help get your mind off things."
He said things, but Tyler was implied.
"Maybe." I said, turning to look out the window into the dark night. The moon and stars were invisible, covered by a thick blanket of fog.
"Caroline!" I heard a yell and I jerked awake.
"Hmmm?" I asked stretching. Trees didn't surround us anymore. Houses and cars and streetlights were skittered along the road on either side of us.
"You dozed off. We're here now though." Matt said as he swung open his truck door to get out. I grabbed my duffel bag and stepped out of the car meeting him in the front of the truck.
"Thanks for the ride. I'll be fine from here." I forced myself to smile at him.
"I know you will. You're the strongest person I know Care. Just be careful, okay?" Genuine worry shone through his eyes as I flung my arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
"You too, Matt. And I'll be careful… when am I not?"
"You don't want me to answer that." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I'll wait until you're inside to leave. Knock 'em dead, Care. Figuratively speaking."
I let out a tiny snort and pulled away. "I'll see you soon."
Matt looked over me one last time, nodded and walked back around his truck, and I began my walk up to the front door, tentatively reaching out my hand to knock on it. Three quick knocks, and then I waited.
And waited.
About five minutes later, a very tired-looking man came to the door, opening it wide to greet me.
"Caroline, right? Liz's daughter?" the middle aged man asked.
I nodded my head quickly.
"I haven't seen you since you were a baby, my god you've grown up." The man stared at her shaking his head, disbelief coloring his blue eyes. "I'm Dan Stilinski, but you probably don't remember me. Come on in, Caroline. We'll get you settled in."
"Thanks." I smiled at the invite inside, turning around to give Matt a small wave goodbye before stepping into my temporary house.
The sheriff closed the door behind me once I stepped inside the house, and motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. I followed him to a small bedroom at the end of the upstairs hallway.
"Here it is." He said, waving his hand towards the room. "The bathroom is first door on your right after you come up the stairs, which you'll have to share with my son, Stiles. Sorry about that." The sheriff smiled sheepishly, looking apologetic.
"No, that's great, thank you very much for letting me stay. I really appreciate it." I said as meaningfully as possible.
"It really isn't a problem. Stiles' room is right next to you and I'm across the hall. I've got some work to do, so I'll be downstairs. If you need anything just let me know." He said to me, rubbing his hand across his forehead.
"Thanks, Mr. Stilinski. Have a good night."
The sheriff nodded and walked back down the hallway to return to his work.
As soon as I stepped inside "my" room, I shut the door and threw my duffel bag onto the bed, grateful for some time alone. The room was a soothing pastel blue, and slightly stuffy. The bed was covered in a cream quilt, with two big pillows, a nightstand with a lamp stood on one side of it. On the other side of the room sat an old dresser and desk. The third wall held a relatively big window looking out over the back of the house; a small backyard, and then forest.
I didn't want to let myself be idle. That would only force me to think about my mother and my friends and the catastrophe that Mystic Falls was turning into. I opened the window, letting fresh air filter the room as I got to work settling in. In no time I had put away my clothes in the dresser, hiding my duffel bag under the bed.
Lastly, I placed two picture frames on my nightstand. A picture of Elena, Bonnie, Tyler, Matt and I from before we all knew about vampires. We were at a Founder's Day fireworks show, all five of us laughing with our arms around each other as fireworks went off in the background. The second picture was of my mother and I right before the 20's decade dance. It was the most recent picture we had together. I missed her already.
I scolded myself quickly. I wasn't allowed to get sentimental yet. Besides, I would be seeing her again. As soon as she got things settled down.
I hauled on my short pajama shorts and a tank top, grabbed my toothbrush, and headed towards the bathroom. Sure, it was a Saturday, and it was relatively early, but I was tired! I stopped abruptly when three males rushed out of the room belonging to Stiles into the hallway right in front of me, blocking my path.
"There's no way Lydia can be the Kanima Derek." The boy with the shaggy dark hair groaned in frusturation.
Kanima?
"Shut up, Scott." The boy with the crew cut hissed upon seeing me standing in the hallway watching them. "You're Caroline, right?" he asked
"Yeah, that's me." I stifled a small smile
"Sweet! My dad told me you were coming! You don't remember me, do you? There are pictures of us in the sandbox together as babies! Well no, I guess you wouldn't… since you were a baby too…" the boy trailed off and scratched his head awkwardly before springing back with a bright smile. "Well I'm Stiles. It's nice to meet you! This is my friend Scott," he motioned to his side where the dark, shaggy haired boy stood "and this is my… uh… friend I suppose you could say, Derek"
I hadn't looked at the third member of their group yet, but upon looking at him, it was hard to tear my eyes away. He looked a bit older than the other two boys. His black hair stood up on the top of his head, and he had a slight scruff around his jaw. He stood a little taller than the other two, and boy did he have muscle.
"It's nice to meet you" he said, his voice deep and smooth, and I glanced up to meet his dark grey eyes which seemed to be scrutinizing me and suddenly, I wished I had worn more clothes. Still, I couldn't help but feel my stomach twisting up in knots under his gaze. I only faintly recognized that it was more than I felt ever with Tyler.
"You too." I said quietly.
"Well" Stiles interrupted, and I quickly turned my gaze back to him. "If you could not let my dad know you saw these guys here that would be great. Since they're not really supposed to be here."
"Yeah, no problem." I said quickly. I glanced at the three men still blocking my path. "I'm just gonna go, um, brush my teeth if you don't mind." I said awkwardly, holding up my toothbrush.
Derek took a step back, allowing me through. "Thanks." I muttered as a walked by him. I could almost feel the heat radiating off his body as a walked by him in the small hallway. I turned around before I reached the bathroom to face the three men still watching me. "Have a good night." I said, giving a small smile, meeting Derek's stormy eyes once more before stepping in the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.
I brushed my teeth fast, and was back out in the hallway in record time, wanting to see a little bit more of Derek, but they were gone.
I trudged to my room, and scooted under the covers of my bed before I allowed myself to think.
Earlier today I had been a prisoner in my own home, and despite the dread I had been feeling upon learning I was coming here, I could feel a set of butterflies dancing inside my stomach. A sort of nervous yet giddy anticipation of what was to come. Who knows, maybe Matt was right. Maybe this move could be a good thing.
A/N: So that's it, folks! Caroline and Derek should come head to head soon, without the polite introduction. It'll be a lot less tame!
Anyway, let me know what you think! Constructive criticism is always nice!
Thanks a bajillion for reading, and please review!