Interdependence
Summary: Derek/OC Fanfic, The strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack. Nathalia is new to Beacon Hills, and quickly adapts to the high school norm and a new found supernatural normalcy of her own, which seems to invoke a local brooding werewolf into noticing her unfamiliar supernatural abilities. Derek doesn't understand exactly when he signed up to mentor supernatural teenagers, but somehow he finds himself surviving and discovering the supernatural world alongside them.
Authors Note: I'm writing this for fun, so I don't have periodic updates, so follow and favorite the story or my authorship. Also if you review and add "TAG ME" to the review, everytime I post a new chapter I will personally PM you with the link to the chapter. I love DEREK, and I hope you all love Nathalia, give me advice, tell me what you want to see, what you absolutely don't want to see. It does technically start at the beginning, but I don't follow the story line a lot, or even go through the seasons an incredible amount, I just brush up on an event every few chapters, so it doesn't follow the story line of the show. I'm trying to not make it incredibly cliché or unoriginal, so let me know if it's close to what you've read before or annoying and how I can change it. WELL LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD! Please read and REVIEW.
Chapter One
Thalia's POV
I'd been to many parties, mostly high school groups, a few college get togethers in San Francisco, and the occasional family gathering where cousin's and uncles drank too much and shared their high school memories. I wasn't a stranger to a party. However, this wasn't some random party, this was my first party in Beacon Hills. This was my opportunity to make friends, to be normal, to blend in. Like me, Allison was a new student, having just moved here a few weeks ago. I'd been here all summer, I'd gotten the lay out of the town down, but still lacked acquaintances, friends, and normalcy. Lydia showed us around the school, invited us to her lunch table, and then insisted that we come to Jackson's party.
It was all strange, to have been invited into a friend group so quickly, I wouldn't lie to myself, Lydia came off self-centered, Jackson was even worse. I'd always wondered what it was like to be in the "in crowd," saying that it was overate was an understatement. But I didn't mind the cute boys, chatty girls, and jealous looks others gave me when Allison and I joined Lydia's clique. Lydia seemed nice, when she wasn't acting like an airhead. Allison seemed more genuine, and kind than the other girls in the group.
Though they wouldn't have been my first pick for girl friends, I appreciated the hospitality none the less. I may not have wanted all the attention, and craved to be an ignored and normal teenager, but I figured that I had to start somewhere, and having been alone and trapped inside the house or my car all summer left me a little desperate and rusty when it came to making friends.
The first day of school started on a Friday, which was nice and allowed me to adapt quicker. It had been an easy day, many syllabi and no homework. My schedule consisted of AP English, Advanced Psychology, Chemistry 2, AP American History, PE., Free Period, and finally Math. Senior year was projected to be an easy year, however with my Advanced courses and AP classes, I didn't know if I would be able to keep my 3.7 GPA.
Lydia tugged me out of my thoughts of the school day, and I followed her to the drink table. Moving past teenager after teenager. I felt eyes looming over my legs and body. I'm sure many people had no idea who I was, thus curious stares, not checking me out... right?
"Want a drink?" Lydia chimed over the music, already pouring the punch into my cup.
"Is there alcohol in it?" I asked skeptically, taking the glass from her impatient manicured hands.
"Duh, It's a party Thalia." Lydia chided me with a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes, and decided one drink wouldn't hurt me.
"Thanks." I murmured. I took a small sip of the bright green punch, I think I tasted more alcohol then drink and frowned. I checked to make sure my phone and keys were still in my jacket pocket. Someone to our left turned up the music more, Lydia and I made our way to the living room, where the dancing was taking place.
I surveyed the nice house as Lydia swayed her hips in front of me, I knew I didn't look nearly as seductive or into the dance as Lydia did, and I didn't mind. I didn't want the attention. I spotted Allison walk in through the front door, a cute brunette boy following after her. Lydia seemed to notice as well, and darted to make the girl a drink and drag her to the make shift dance floor.
"Hi." I yelled over the music, swaying to the beat lightly. I tipped my solo cup against hers, and took another drink, silently cheering to Allison arriving. Allison laughed and took a sip, she cringed at the strong liquid, I laughed and shrugged my shoulders. We continued swaying to the beat of the music, Jackson joined Lydia, grinding on her from behind. Allison and I tried to talk over the music but found it difficult, I was becoming disturbed as Jackson's eyes trailed up and down my body and he kept staring at me while dancing with Lydia, it felt so very wrong. Anytime I looked back, he was still staring, or smirking at me. He had that intense wanting look in his eyes, it sent goosebumps across my body, and not the good kind.
"You want to get more punch?" I yelled to Allison over the obnoxious pumping of base and pop music. She nodded, I lead our way out of the living room. I swallowed the last of the alcohol in my cup, putting another two shots worth into the solo cup. Allison took a little less.
"So... how was your first day?" She asked me with a knowing smile.
"Weird, I didn't think it would go like this at all." I motioned to the party around me, the popular jocks, and the red solo cup in my hand. "But, It's one way to make friends, I guess." I told Allison honestly.
"Just so you know, we don't have to be at a party to be friends." Allison said kindly, I smiled shyly at her.
"Good." I told her sincerely, already feeling better about the school year. "So, the brunette guy that followed you in and can't keep his eyes off you?" I said, nodding at the boy that stood by the pool with his friend.
"Who? Oh Scott?" Allison said with a small smile. "We're friends." She responded and stared at him through the glass.
"Hmmm, I know I don't stare at my friends like that." I told her with a slick teasing smile.
"Oh are you sure, I think I saw you sneaking glances at me earlier." Allison joked back, I punched her in the arm, we both laughed. I found myself relaxing around the brunette girl and genuinely enjoying myself.
"He's cute, you should go talk to him." I told her honestly. She glanced at him again, and the quickly looked back at me.
"I don't want to leave you alone..." Allison started but I held up my solo cup, with a smirk.
"I'm not alone, I have this solo cup, and I spy with my little eye some delicious looking fruit trays." I told Allison, and made the decision for her as I turned around and left her, she gave me a baffled look, which I returned with a wink.
I tried the pineapple, and grabbed a few pretzels, throwing my cup away. I proceeded to socialize with the group of overly confident lacrosse players. The boys were arrogantly playing beer pong while girls gawked, or impatiently waited for their boyfriends to be done so they could have their attention back. The kid I saw talking to Scott earlier skidded to a clumsy stop beside me.
He seemed very energetic, probably ADHD, but he meant well. I shook his hand with a laugh and introduced myself.
"I'm Nathalia." I told him with a smile, he shook my hand quickly.
"I'm Stiles." The guy said with a laugh and then rubbed the back of his neck, he looked nervous.
"You don't come to parties a lot Stiles." I told him with an amused look.
"How'd you know?" He asked me baffled. And looked around to see if it was obvious, which it was, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
"Just knew." I said with a smile.
"So you're new r-right?" Stiles said as he clumsily tried to lean his body against the wall beside me, lost his footing, and slid slightly, and the rightened himself upwards, and ended up falling forward again, his hands sliding against the walls, looking like a blind man searching for a light switch. I laughed at his antics.
"I am new, I moved here from SanFran." I told him honestly.
"So how's your first day going?" He asked, as he found positioning, still looking awkward, having one arm thrown over his head so his elbow could lean against the wall, his left foot crossing in front of his right.
"It's been good, I think you're in my math class." I told him with a shrug of my shoulders. I knew for a fact he was in my math class, he argued with the teacher on every question, like it was an opinion, not a fact. He was a goofy guy.
"Oh yeah, I hate math." He responded, looking distracted as he watched his friend, Allison called him Scott, start to leave the party.
"Everyone-" I began but was cut short as Stiles stood up straight, nearly tripping himself with his crossed legs.
"I gotta go." Was what he interrupted me with as he dashed off after the other guy. I laughed, he seemed to have a problem focusing. Maybe that was a normal conversation for him.
I looked for Allison but didn't see her anywhere, thus I decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air. I stepped around their small pool, and overflowing hot tub, there was no gating, just an open backyard that eventually led into the woods.
I jumped as I heard a twig snap behind me, I'd ventured a few hundred feet from the pool and a ways away form the house. I turned around instinctively. Jackson stood two paces away from me.
"You scared me." I told him with a harsh glare. He smirked.
"You should have been expecting me." He said arrogantly.
"Why's that?" I asked and looked around behind him to see if Lydia was coming or anyone else. I was getting a bad vibe from his staring, from his presence.
"Because I've been looking for you all night." Jackson admitted and took a step towards me.
"You really should be getting back to Lydia." I commented and took a defensive step backwards, not liking where this was going.
"I'm pretty content with the view I have." He said with a slick smirk and intense eyes. He grabbed my wrists, pulling me to him. My chest collided with his own, I instinctively tried to push him away, but struggled against his tight hold, his lips descended on my own, I shook my head violently.
His lips roughly crashed onto mine, I tried to scream, but found myself unable to. I pushed his body, but he didn't budge. He moved us closer, somehow. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. A sense of helplessness rushed over me, I struggled against his restraining arms, throwing my head back violently. One of his large hands snaked against my waist keeping me put, while his other hand roughly grabbed my jaw, pulling my face closer, giving him access to my neck.
I headbutted him as hard as I could, and pulled his hand from my cheek, twisting it backwards painfully, he yelped in surprise and pain. I moved my small body behind his, and kicked his left knee out, his legs crumpled underneath himself. I took that as my chance to run, however I wasn't running back into his house, I didn't even know how long I'd been outside now. I didn't know anyone inside, and didn't think running into a house away from the party thrower would go over well. I was the new girl, of course they'd believe Jackson, Lydia would shun me, and make sure I was black listed. Although it was all messed up, I knew I didn't want to risk my entire senior year. I'd handled the situation, now I just had to leave.
So I ran, hard and fast. I thanked myself for the years of track I'd taken, how it had strengthened my body for endurance, and rough terrain. I ran into the forest, I heard Jackson angrily chasing after me. So I didn't stop, I ran for miles, zipping in and out of the way of tree's, branches, and large rocks. I saw a light up ahead. Thinking maybe I'd ran towards the other end of the houses a few miles. The thought even seemed absurd to me, but I didn't have anything else to explain why there was a bright light in the middle of the woods.
So I ran towards it, I entered the large clearing, skidding to a halt as my eyes adjusted, I nearly fell forward, but my right hand sprang forward to steady me. I lifted my left to hand to shield the bright lights from my eyes. That's when I realized that I wasn't on the outskirts of the woods, but near the middle. And I wasn't near light or houses, I was standing at the edge of a clearing with two four-wheelers, their lights shinning on a man laying on the ground, he was drenched in sweat and dirt. He looked wounded, or suffering from what I could tell.
The woman standing a few feet to the injured mans right looked annoyed with my arrival. She wasn't the only one annoyed with how the night had gone. I panted lightly and straightened myself, assessing the situation. A man was laying injured and in pain on the ground, he looked rough, but incredibly toned and handsome. A woman stood with what appeared to be an electrified police staff above him.
So torturer, and torturee. What did that make me? I took a nervous step backwards, and ran into a large chest. I jumped away from the contact. The man latched onto my arm, he tried to pull me closer, but I'd had enough of being manhandled for the night. Especially when this situation seemed intense and uncomfortable.
I grabbed onto his arm as well, twisting into him, elbowing him in the side, then throat, and finally nose. His grip went slack and I distanced myself, drawing my knife from my black walking boots. I heard another sneaking up behind me, and rolled out of the way, as the hands slashed together, trying to latch onto my waist.
"She's a tiny teenage girl, grab her dammit." The woman demanded with a lot of impatience and anger in her voice.
I took off running, I heard the woman screech to get rid of me, that I was a liability. I knew what that meant. She wanted me dead. I heard her two goons following after me, I ran harder, faster. If I was caught, I was dead. I didn't even entirely understand what I'd walked in on, I assumed an attempted murder, well maybe a murder now that I was gone. A gang? The mafia? The innocent side of me tried to come up with an explanation for what I'd seen, tried to justify a reasonable explanation for what was happening. But the other side of me already knew, I walked in on a hunter, playing with her prey. However, she wasn't capturing the wolf, or scaring him, she was killing him. Much like they were going to do to me, not capture me, like Hunters are known for, but kill me. This wasn't right.
I kept running, knowing If I slowed down, that they'd catch me, and catching lead to my ultimate doom, which I truly didn't feel like meeting yet. Maybe after a few more classes with Mr. Harris, then I would welcome the sweet embrace of death, but right now wasn't that time.
I saw an abandoned and worn down house a mile or two, it stuck out above the trees. The terrain being an incline. I picked up my pace, having a destination. When I reached the beaten down house, I snuck around back and listened closely for any signs of the two hunters following me.
I heard nothing, and relaxed. The adrenaline slowly wore off, leaving me to sink to my knees and laboriously catch my breath. The arches of my feet ached, my legs burned, and my clothes were damp from the summer's heat. August was still a warm time, especially in California.
I sat, and waited, not completely knowing what for. But my gift or instinct told me to do so, and so I did.
Derek POV
I didn't fully understand how I'd gotten in this situation. I'd been at the old Hale house, having just gotten back in town, looking for my sister, the new alpha, and answers. Hours upon my arrival, Hunters showed up at my house. I fought a good fight, rendering unconscious a few of Kate's men, however I wasn't stupid, I couldn't take them all, and they couldn't capture me, it would defeat the purpose of me coming back.
Of course Kate didn't give up that easily, she was more vindictive and evil than I'd remembered her to be. She told me she'd just gotten into town as well. I'd gotten away, for a while. However, my lead didn't last as two more men showed up on four-wheelers, pushing me back, and then Kate and her other men cut me off.
Again I fought and knocked a few unconscious, but my strength wasn't enough to get away, or even fight them all. Kate began electrocuting me, taunting me with snide comments about my family, and burning the Hale house to the ground. For the first time in years, I felt helpless, defenseless, and defeated.
I'd thought the Hunters had a code, a rule book that prevented them from killing werewolves. However Kate had always broken the rules, starting with dating me, if that was even real. And then burning my families mansion to the ground, with nearly all of my family inside it. And finally, she'd captured me, but didn't plan on roughing me up as a warning and leaving, no she planned on killing me.
I had no information to give her, I had no fight left inside of me. I felt exhausted, weakened. I was an omega, and I would die alone, with no strength and no dignity, and no pack.
I was shocked again, and jolted in pain, a low hiss emerging from my lips. I'd given up.
Until, I heard fierce strides leaping through the woods, coming directly at us. I assumed it was a hunter, but hunters didn't move like that, careless to their tracks, careless to their posture and noise they made. The sound I heard, met my sights. A girl broke through the clearing, nearly falling, she crouched low, catching herself. She squinted into the bright lights of the four-wheelers. Her eyes fixed on the woman in front of me. Then her eyes drifted to me, they trailed over my body, the scene in front of her. I realized that this was my chance. Kate was distracted, and the other hunters were slowly drawing in to deal with the break in their perimeter. I slowly inched away from Kate. The girl seemed to fight her way out of a tight hold, she didn't act like a normal teenager, no she was strong, and fierce. Her eyes held defiance. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to be held captive. So she wouldn't let it happen.
It gave me the spark I needed. I came here to find the alpha, to find my sister, to avenge my family, to protect other werewolves.
The girl dashed off, as did I. I was tired, my body hurt from the eclectic currents, but I pushed forward. I could hear the girl flying through the forest, over fallen trees, and big rocks. I knew it was dark and she couldn't see, but she obviously had experience in the woods. I wondered what she was, who she was. No human could move that quickly, that confidently through a forest at night while being chased by two hunters.
I focused my ultra red eyes in the area I saw her, I ran nearly in line with her, about a third of a mile away. No one had followed me. They were following her. I distinctively heard the sound of four-wheelers coming to life, Kate having gotten ahold of the situation.
I picked up my speed, and spotted my house a short distance up the mountains. I reached the house a few minute's before the girl did. She delicately moved around back for cover, and listened to the forest. I watched from the other side of the clearing, as her legs gave out and she sighed to herself.
The brunette girl kept peaking around, knowing something was off. Her bright green eyes landed on me, she seemed to have spotted me, at least that's what I thought, until her eyes kept wondering. A low growl escaped from my lips as I heard the Hunters tearing through the woods, getting closer and closer.
I didn't know what kept me rooted in my spot, I should have ran, I should have left. The girl intrigued me, she wasn't incredibly special, she wasn't supernatural, she was just a girl with a lot of bravery or stupidity. She looked exhausted and I could feel the fear rolling off of her in waves, however she didn't run or cower or hide, she readied herself.
I assumed that's why I stayed, if a teenager could stand in the face of death without resistance, than I would as well. I couldn't describe the feeling I had, it wasn't protection or care for the fierce girl that stood in front of me, it wasn't an emotional feeling, or a physical desire, no it was a connection. The connection resembled one of a wolf to it's pack. It was strong, and intimate in it's own way. It confused me.
Kate walked through the clearing with a sadistic smile. Her eyes instantly landed on the girl's location, having moved to the porch of the Hale mansion.
"Hmmm, now sweetheart, where's the big. Bad. Wolf?" Kate asked with a fierce glare. The small brunette licked her lips nervously, and glanced around the land.
"Why would I know?" She responded with a sharp tone. What stood out to me, and obviously to Kate was she didn't seem tripped up on Kate's analogy of wolf, and me being the man she'd seen. She didn't deny knowing about the supernatural world.
"Wrong answer." Kate snapped and pulled out her glock from her waist band. The girl seemed to freeze slightly, seeing the gun pointed directly at her. Kate cocked the gun, the bullet sliding into the chamber. "Let's try again..." Kate started, when all of a sudden the girl interrupted her.
"He's injured, in the fire escape..." The girl stated quietly, not making eye contact with Kate. I heard her heartbeat skip, I heard the lie. I just wondered if Kate would pick up on it. The girl had some sort of idea, some sort of plan... I stayed put, watching as kate's two men snaked around back behind the house. Kate's eyes stayed on their back.
When I looked back at the brunette, her green eyes were piercing through me. They were sharp, and desperate. They were commanding me. I picked up on her idea. She'd separated them, to buy time for herself, and to give me an opportunity to disable their unit of three. I was confused as to how she knew I was there, I was confused why she'd trust me with her life, but then again, the situation was dire.
"Did you find him?" Kate yelled impatiently. Silence met her ears, and that's when she seemed to pick up on the ploy. The brunette seemed to realize that as well, and dashed through the front door, just as Kate shot a bullet at where the woman had been standing seconds before.
I finished the job quickly, tossing both of their unconscious bodies behind the house. I kept to the shadows, and jumped on top of the lower ledge of the roof. Moving through a window into the house. Kate stalked inside, carefully eyeing around, looking for me, and looking for the girl. I listened quietly, and heard her fast heartbeat in the kitchen.
Kate inched into the living room, holding the gun ready to shoot. I ghosted through the house. Stalking directly behind Kate as she entered the kitchen. She made a satisfied noise as she caught the brunette trying to unlock the rusted kitchen door to get outside. The brunette spun around, a doe-eyed look of fear taking over her features. Her green eyes wide with shock.
"You're playing a dangerous game, with very dangerous animals." Kate chimed, and held the gun out, her finger tightening on the trigger.
"People." The green eyed girl said, holding her hands up in a surrender position.
"What?" Kate snarled, losing her patience. She still hadn't noticed that I was quietly sneaking behind her, positioning myself correctly so I could remove the gun from her possession.
"I'm playing a dangerous game with- with people... not animals." She said quietly, her green eyes flashing to me, before focusing on Kate. It was an odd statement, but it meant something to the girl. Though Kate took it as an insult.
Before Kate could respond, or shoot, I leaped. I knocked the gun array, and kicked her legs out from underneath her, as she toppled to her knees in surprise, I grabbed her throat. My nails growing into claws, my eyes glowing a bright blue, although I didn't let the rest of my body transform.
I held her throat tightly, my nails a few centimeters into her neck, I could feel her jugular pumping harder, due to surprise and fear. Her blue eyes were cold and raw with emotions. She thought I ran. I spared a glance at the brunette as she grabbed the gun, but returned my frustration to the woman in front of me. She gasp for breath.
I let out a low and menacing growl. Years of anger, frustration, and hatred for this one human being released. She grabbed at my hands trying to tear them from my throat. Every instinct in me wanted to kill her, every part of me wanted to feel her neck crush in my hand, see her blood spill in the same place she killed my entire family. However as she fell unconscious I dropped her to the kitchen floor.
I looked to my left, and saw the brunette staring at her shoes. The gun loosely held in her hand, her eyes downcast, shifting between Kate's limp body, and the burnt floor panels. I turned towards her. I saw her small reaction, the way her shoulders tensed, the way she inhaled slightly.
I took a step forward, her head shooting up. Her eyes staring through me, her forest green orbs held an intensity I'd never seen before. However though she was fearful of who and what I was, she didn't hold the gun up as self defense. As my eyes went to the gun with a light glare, she slowly untangled her hands from the handle. One finger at a time, until the gun clattered to the floor. Her eyes still watching my every move.
I took another step, this seemed to push her limits. Her eyes grew defensive, she instinctively stepped back, her body hitting the door quietly. Upon realization that she couldn't move back any further, she moved to the side, towards the burnt kitchen cabinets. Her eyes never leaving my face.
I took in the little details, the color of her eyes, her small heart shaped face, her long dark brown hair, her slightly upturned nose, the dimple indent on her left side, and her soft and pale lips. She had high cheek bones, that gave her face structure and a sharpness to it. She was beautiful, even in her exhausted state. Her legs were long, she looked about five foot six, she had a slim figure, with a few toned curves between her waist and again at her hips. She looked more mature than what her age was.
She carried herself well, she acted strong. Having gotten through being hunted and still standing upright, and emotionally stable and sane. However, by her tense body language, and silence, I assumed she took me as another threat. Although the idea seemed absurd to me, seeing as I stayed and didn't leave her for dead, I could understand.
Her hip roughly knocked against the kitchen sink, a small hiss working its way out of her lips, her hand instinctively grabbed at the spot that would certainly be sporting a bruise tomorrow. That's when I realized she couldn't see. Unlike me and my wolf sense, she was human, she couldn't see through the dark, the lay out of the house, she could see my outline, and bright eyes since they were still ultra red for my seeing purposes and observing the situation.
I broke the silence, upon realizing she saw me as a threat. "I'm not going to hurt you." I told her impatiently. She swallowed and stared at me for a moment.
"I'd like to leave." She stated, and took a testing step forward. I nodded and moved away from her. When I was a few paces away, she quickly moved forward, her body relaxing as relief overcame her facial expression.
Before she was out of the kitchen, I spoke, wanting to know more about this courageous girl. "I'll drive you home." I stated, leaving no room for argument. However she didn't stop walking out of the house. I followed after her. She turned around after walking down the front porch steps, as I took another step towards the descending steps, she turned around to face me, her eyes skeptical. She took another step backwards as I took one forward. I understood she wasn't comfortable, but I'd already said I wasn't going to hurt her. It was beginning to frustrate me, not only was she brave and cunning, but she was independent, she didn't want answers, or my help. She just wanted to be left alone.
"I think you have three unconscious people you should be attending to." She spoke directly. Her eyes wondering back into the house. I nodded my head, having not thought that fully through. She turned and began to lightly jog from the front yard, I stared after her until I could no longer hear the soft thumps her feet made. I went back inside, to get the hunters off of my property.
Beacon Hills wasn't a large area, I'm sure I'd run into her again, maybe Scott would know something about her, or Deaton would have an explanation for the uncharacteristic qualities she possessed. I cleared my head of the questions and began to gather Kate and the two males into a pile, and then loading them in my car, having kept their weapons.
I had an alpha to kill, and a pack to make. I didn't have time for hunters, or strange teenagers.
That concludes Chapter 1! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK, REVIEW! It means so so so much, and truly inspires me to write more chapters when I know people actually want them.
I'm super into Teen Wolf right now, but don't really have anyone to pair Derek with that fit's him like perfectly. I've read a lot of Derek/OC's and I thought I'd try it. Let me know what POV's you like, third person? First?
I have a really good plot line, that is nothing like what you guy's have read before. A medium-burn, with action and purpose. Nathalia is more than she leads to be, she's human, but has supernatural characteristics and a rare talent. I'm excited to develop her character.
This Fanfic Doesn't follow the seasons or jump around even, it's all pretty original just using the setting and characters. So it's not really a specific season, but if you want to, it starts out in season one, Derek being back in town, Scott being a new wolf, and all that. However it doesn't follow episodes or the order of the show. SO Direct Message me if you have questions.
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