First Day
Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. The first kiss will be in the next chapter!
Warnings: M/M - don't like don't read
Derek/OC
Spoilers: None so far but will be in later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: What if Derek was so detached and angry because he had his true love but a mysterious event had taken his lover's memories of him? See what happens when that love returns and cracks start to appear in the barrier holding back those memories…
As I finished saying Derek's name I felt a crippling pain course through my body, bringing me to my knees in the squelching mud. Derek appeared horror-struck as he quickly moved to my side and securely wrapped his arms around me, causing another crack to appear in the barrier. I barely registered his loving touch as it brought with it a new wave of pain that had tears flowing freely down my face. My thoughts were almost completely obscured by the pain, but I had enough to recognise that his presence was causing further agony. Instinct took over, specifically the fight or flight response. In my current state the only solution was flight. Lashing out with magic; Derek was sent crashing into a nearby tree as I stumbled into a standing position and began to run from the source of my pain.
Unable to end the storm spell I used against the alpha, it grew using my pain as fuel. For once I was incapable of controlling my own powers with pain blocking out all thought. Lightning danced in the air, as an unnaturally powerful wind howled: attempting to stop Derek's pursuit of me. With every step closer to me he gained, no matter his intentions, the pain savaged me and in turn my storm attempted to savage him. Reaching the main road half running, half being blasted by the wind; I veered straight for my house.
"Alex wait!" I heard Derek bellow from the edge of the woods over the screeching wind. Turning to look at him, I couldn't help but raise my arms and scream "Stay away from me!" Unfortunately for Derek the moment I raised my arms, lightning struck a nearby tree that was then launched into him by the savage gale.
Suddenly the air changed as my Mum began chanting to ease my pain, causing my vision to fade as I slipped into a sleep. Twisting during my fall, my eyes caught a flicker of movement in the room of my very surprised neighbour, Stiles Stilinski. Oh shit.
- Later that evening -
I awoke bathed in sweat on the downstairs couch. Memories had started to trickle out of the barrier. Derek Hale. My heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of his name. What the hell was going on?
Holding back tears I managed to call out, "Mum?".
"Oh baby you're awake! Don't worry Derek is fine he is just concerned about you."
Okay now I was really confused. "Why would I be worried about a guy I just met?" A look that translated directly into 'crap I shouldn't have said that' flitted across her face. "Mum what is going on?" Being kept in the dark was not something I appreciated.
"It's hard to explain without bringing back the pain. I'm not sure, but I think if you remember by your heart it will get around the barrier. As far as I can tell the only way to do that is by feeling. I managed to cast a spell that should use your emotions to trigger memories without bringing about the pain. But well, it will only work if Derek is the trigger. If myself or anyone else tells you before you are ready then the curse on you will activate and tear your mind apart." Her eyes were filled to the brim with tears of sadness, as she sat there holding me whilst her words washed over me. Someone had locked my memories away. Important memories that had something to do with Derek Hale and me. But some memories were too powerful to be kept locked away and would thrash around in the strongest of prisons. No matter how air tight the cage a witch would always remember eventually - even the weakest would remember some even if it was only in their dreams. That was when it suddenly clicked. "This is why we moved back here isn't it? So that I could remember whatever the hell it is that has me bawling my eyes out in my sleep!" Mum simply nodded as her tears overflowed and she held me even tighter - her quiet sobs soon followed.
Eventually after our roles reversal, where I was able to comfort Mum enough to stop her crying, I looked at her now swollen red eyes. Red eyes. "Oh crap Mum I completely forgot! Before I ran into Derek I was attacked by an alpha werewolf! Can you believe there's werewolves here? Oh and I think Derek might…not definitely but there is a chance he might have seen me cast quite a few spells…" Ugh why did my heart swell with happiness every time I said his name?
"An alpha werewolf? That must have been some quick spell work on your part to still be sporting all your limbs." Typical Mum looking at it from the 'number of limbs still attached' point of view. "Don't worry hun Derek still has his memories so he already knows we're witches." She smiled as if I'm supposed to be reassured that this man already knows one of my most guarded secrets and I've only just learnt his last name! Or is it re-learned?
"You say that like its supposed to make me feel better" I exclaimed with a frown.
"Trust me he is not a threat to us. Now off to bed you've got to start at school tomorrow. No arguments, good night son, love you." With a quick kiss to my forehead she vanished from the room in a faint flash of lavender light. Following example I zapped myself into my room and promptly landed in the middle of my king size bed. Exhaustion took over before I could so much as blink and I drifted off into my first night of sleep in my new, well old home. Unwillingly on my part, my dreams revolved around the mystery that was Derek Hale. Stupid heart.
-- Early the next morning -
I was back in the woods again, with Derek's arms around me, only this time there was no pain. Looking up, Derek's face was inches from mine. As our eyes locked we both began to lean in until - BLEEP! BLEEP! Abruptly waking up I silenced my alarm with the tiniest of mental effort. Like I said if I can, then I almost certainly will use my powers for anything and everything. Realising that I was ridiculously hard (even for a morning) caused my thoughts to flicker back to my dream and wonder about my feelings towards Derek.
After going through the usual chore that is getting ready for school and spending far too long looking for a pen before I remembered I could just conjure one, I was walking out my front door. Mum was now working the early shifts as a nurse at the hospital which meant that she had been gone before I was up. So I understand she couldn't have warned me in person, however a note would have been appreciated. Maybe I'm just grumpy because its morning, but I would have like to have known she had arranged with Derek for him to drive me to and from school to help with my memory. Feeling wrapped in cotton wool only irked me enough to make the front door slam itself behind me. Needless to say looking out at my drive and seeing a black Camaro with Derek leaning against it in tight black jeans and a black leather jacket, was not what I expected.
"Urm…..hi?" Well at least I managed to say something all he did was smile and gesture for me to get in the car. Not that his smile didn't make my breath hitch and my heart nearly launch itself out of my chest of course, because well - it did.
Feeling the engine purr to life I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Deciding to bite the proverbial bullet and get it over with I blurted out "Sorry I almost killed you by launching a tree at you last night…." Peaking up to gauge his reaction I finally got a response out him as he chuckled "Don't worry about it, I heal fast."
"You heal fast…? Those winds last night should have sent you hurtling backwards, but you managed to keep up with me….you're a werewolf!" All the pieces had suddenly fit together and now it made perfect sense.
"That is so typical of you, it doesn't make a difference to you and yet you still won't be satisfied until you know what kind of supernatural someone is." I couldn't help but smiling with him at his comment. He really did seem to get me and I could feel our chemistry throughout the rest of the car journey as we talked with familiar ease. Once or twice Derek might have slipped up by revealing how well he knew me. Honestly though, all I noticed was my increasing affection for the man.
"Well here we are, Beacon Hills high school!" A small sigh escaped my smiling lips as I realised that Derek was right and our car journey was over. Stepping out of the car I thanked him before he drove away with a simple nod of his head in acknowledgement. My mood became noticeably lower whilst walking the familiar path towards the main office. Mrs. Jones sat behind her desk looking no different than she had when I was a student here a little over 2 years ago.
"Welcome back home my dear, now I'm very busy so here is your timetable which you should have no difficulty using. Have a good day, ba-bye!" Could she have cut that any shorter? I know my way around the school not to mention grown up with almost every student, but still I felt a little irritated at how brash she was with her so called 'welcome'.
In no time at all, I'd had the expected reactions from my peers all realising I was back in town. Several curious side-glances and dodged conversations later I was at my new locker. Unloading all my books I wouldn't need till after first break I glanced at my timetable. Feeling my stomach drop, I begrudgingly dragged my feet towards the Chemistry labs. After a quick introduction to the class (who all knew who I was anyway), I was sat next to Stiles, my next door-neighbour. "Hey Stiles, long time no see." Smiling lightly at the end expecting an instant onslaught of questions from my ADHD riddled friend.
" Hi Alex, I heard you were back in town but I thought you'd still be unpacking what with only arriving last night an' all. So I saw you got a lift here with Derek Hale, didn't realise you two knew each other?" Yeah same old Stiles one sentence and a million things to say. Wait a second what about Derek? I didn't miss how the last part was more question than statement.
"Yeah I ran into him yesterday in the woods and got talking. Turns out my Mum knows him so he offered to give me a lift to school for my first day. How do you know him?" Well that was kind of true.
"Ah right cool, I umm don't know him really just through what I hear, you know?" I didn't need my powers to know that I wasn't the only one not being entirely truthful in this conversation. "So that was one weird storm last night right? You weren't in the woods at the time were you?" Stiles words brought back an image I'd seen just before blacking out after my 'storm episode'. During my fall I'd twisted and seen Stiles watching through the window. Now that wouldn't be a problem if I'd been carried into my house - except that I was too heavy for my Mum to carry. I highly doubted she would have risked letting Derek carry me in case he triggered more pain, which left one solution. She would have magicked me inside. "Stiles what did -" Before I could finish Mr. Harris started to shout at me, stating that he didn't care if I was new he would still give me detention for talking over him. He hadn't even been talking. I knew for a fact he had been texting on his phone which was still in his hand. Apparently though I wasn't supposed to point that out. After a very angry Mr. Harris was done shouting his head off at me, I kept my head down for the rest of the lesson whilst Stiles rocked with silent laughter at my side. Eventually the bell rang and I left the room after being told to be back there for the last bell to serve my detention. I really hated chemistry.
By lunch time I had fallen back into the rhythm of going to school here and had avoided any other altercations. Aside from detention, my day was going well I had revived my friendship with my old group who I was sat with at lunch. Apparently Stiles and Scott were now a part of this group as well which I didn't mind at all as Stiles had always been a good friend. He still seemed infatuated with Lydia though. Lydia had been probably my best friend before I moved, so I was more than aware that though she appeared the typically shallow, popular, girl - she was in fact not. This mean that she did not appreciate Stiles continued ogling. Jackson was still the same arrogant ass he had always been so the friendship was strained there. Danny seemed to still be the all-round nice guy of the group I remembered, the looks he kept giving me though made me sense some awkward conversations on the horizon. He is great and all but there's just not that spark I have with Derek. Ah so not going there…oh and here's Allison. She was in my English class where we'd struck up a friendship almost instantaneously. Lunch passed in a blur as did my last class aside for the text I received partway through from Derek. How exactly did he get my number again? Well apparently he was picking me up from school. Even when I replied saying I had detention I gained a quick reply of It's fine, I'll be waiting outside.
Mr. Harris made me write I will show my teacher the respect he deserves. I couldn't help but think that I already had. An hour later, I was free to go and found a black Camaro waiting for me. Derek stood leaning against the hood, arms folded against his well muscled chest. Okay stopping my thoughts right there. "Hi there Der-" I was cut off as he pulled me into a tight hug, pressing our bodies close together. My arms had wrapped around him without the thought even crossing my mind. Too soon Derek released me with the ghost of an apology on his lips as he realised he had acted on feelings I was still unable to remember. Mustering up as much serious face as I could to stop the coming apology seemed to work as a gentle "Hello" came from those full lips. Smiling lightly, we climbed into the car and began the drive back to my house.
Another journey spent filled with effortless talking and I was soon waving goodbye to Derek from my front porch. Just before we'd pulled onto my road I'd managed to convince Derek that if he insisted on driving me around, then the least I could do was provide him with breakfast tomorrow morning. Hmm did having breakfast together constitute a date? Did I want to date him? More and more of my feelings were starting to come back to me. Whilst I was still lacking in the memories for the reasons I could feel in my gut - and rapid heart beat - that I really was starting to like him. Happiness filled me as I magicked myself upstairs and onto my bed as the thoughts of my first day washed over me. If all this could happen in my first day then I could not wait for breakfast. Breakfast with Derek Hale…
