A/N: Okay so this is a little differnt than the other story i wrote. again i would love to hear what you guys think, good or bad. i also dont know whether or not to write a sequel to this or not so let me know what you think.
DISCLAIMER: i dont own teen wolf or the characters, just the story which is not real.
As I drive my car away from Beacon Hills High School, leaving behind yet another awful mess of blood and gore for my dad to cover up, I look at the passenger seat of my beloved jeepwhere mature-full-grown-beautifuly-bearded Derek occupies the seat, and thankfully, he's back to hating Kate.
Though I know Lydia and Malia are most likely giving me strange looks, I can't really bring myself to look away. I'm beyond relieved that he is back to how he should be, though at the same time, I notice he looks troubled and even more tense than usual.
I can't really blame him though, I would be confused too if I had been… reversed? But I can tell there is something else bothering him. I decide to ask him about it after I drop the girls off at Lydia's. The rest of the drive is spent in uncomfortable silence, with Derek staring at his reflection in the side mirror until we reach my house.
When we get there, my dad isn't home as expected, so I text Scott, who had run off with Kira after the fight, to tell him me and Derek reached home safely. I glance at the time on my phone which tells me it's almost midnight. Derek is awkwardly standing in the tiny living room so I take some pity on him and lead us upstairs to my room.
"Are you alright?" I ask. Although Derek nods, I know better than to fall for his expressionless expression, so I try again. "Is this about Kate? Because I know it must've been awful to have been in a position where you thought you could trust her again only to find out what she did." That seems to break him.
The werewolf sits on my bed and sighs. "I can't believe i fell right into her trap all over again. After what she did…" he takes a shuddering breath and buries his face into his hands. Derek breathes in deeply before continuing, "I feel so stupid, weak even, because I should've known better. She burned my whole family down, yet with one goddamned kiss, she made me believe every single word she said. I hate myself for letting her toy with me."
By this point Derek is staring straight ahead and just looks kinda broken that for a second I am frozen by shock and surprise by how wrong it looks before I will myself to walk over to the bed so I can comfort him. Sitting down next to him I start to speak in a gentle yet firm voice, "You had no idea what she was doing. You cannot beat yourself over something you had no control over whatsoever. I won't let you."
I put a hand on his shoulder which gets him to look at me. "I will not tolerate more-than-usual grumpy behavior in my room thank you very much." His lips begin to twitch into a small smile. That just makes me grin so wide it actually hurts a little.
"Now get your ass under the covers before I change my mind and make you sleep on the floor," I warn.
He stares at me for a while like he can't bear the thought of sharing a bed with me, then he shrugs and gets under the thick, soft blanket. He hums in what can only be contentment.
I change into more comfortable clothes but don't bother to offer him any, knowing they will be too tight anyways. I then turn off the lights before slipping in next to a half-sleeping Derek, but even then he manages to surprise me by responding to my quiet 'goodnight' by wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him.
A/N (again :P): so i dont know whether to continue this or just leave it please tell me! also i probably made some mistakes but it's like 6:30 in the morning and i still havent slept yet but felt like writing despite being tired so sue me. ANYWAYS reviews would be amazing xx