So so so so sorry for the long wait. I had a lot of things going on in my life but here it is now. I'm updating Over Again in a few days and Counting Stars soon. Hope you like! Pretty please tell me what you think.

Camden narrowed her grey eyes at Derek. She couldn't help, tonight was hard enough as it is, the blonde didn't need anymore trouble. She made a move to step back but hot white pain shot up in her leg, Camden tried to hide her sharp intake of breath but Derek noticed it almost right away.

"It's okay, I'm fine." She tried to explain but Derek was already ushering her to the beat up couch.

"No, you're not fine. Both you and I know it." He said, Camden settled in her spot on the couch, figuring he wasn't going to let her go soon. Derek got down on his knees to inspect her leg. There was a long, probably deep cut, starting from just above her right knee to her ankle.

"It's not too deep, so I don't think you need stitches," He spoke after being quiet for a moment, "But I need to clean it so it doesn't get infected, your dumpster dive didn't help."

Camden pulled her leg back, offended. "It's not like I fell in between trash on purpose."

"Then how did you end up there?" Derek raised an eyebrow.

"I apparated here." She confessed sheepishly. Derek abruptly pulled back, like some sixth sense told him that something was wrong. It was true that she apparated here but in her frantic mind, she landed in the wrong place.

Derek knew she didn't like to use magic unless under necessary circumstances. The fact that she apparated her was unnerving, usually when she went to visit Beacon Hills, she drove or took a bus.

"Red," He said, using her nickname. "You need to tell me what happened. I can't protect you if I don't know what's the danger."

"I don't need your protection." Camden said defensively. She never liked to rely on other people and she wasn't going to start now.

"Then why did you come here?" Derek shot back.

Camden shut her eyes, shuddering as the haunting memories came flashing back. "Remember when i told you about the deatheaters?" Derek nodded slightly, his green eyes staring into her grey ones

"I got involved with them." She continued, "Actually, my parents did, and I wanted to get away but they didn't let me, so I did the next best thing."

She recognized Derek's emotions in his eyes, the anger, the concern, the need to protect her.

"I helped Harry and the others from the light side." Camden said.

"You worked double for the two sides." He concluded. She winced slightly but nodded anyway.

"Yeah, but the light side knew i was with the deatheaters, I got information from them and gave the bad guys false ones, and yesterday one of them found out, Bellatrix. She got furious and went to tell but I stopped her. Then she started calling me a blood traitor and that I was just as bad as mudbloods, and something in her snapped. She casted a spell on me."

"Which spell?" Derek's jaw clenched.

"Derek, it doesn't matter which spell she u-"

"Which spell?" He asked, more forcefully this time.

"I-she- she used the crucio spell." Camden's voice shook as tears started to gradually fall from her eyes. She hugged her arms around her, as though shielding herself from the world. She clumsily got up from the couch and tried to make a sprint towards the door. Derek caught her by the waist keeping her from leaving.

She struggled in his armes, "Derek let go of me." Camden tries to order, but it was kinda hard to act tough when you're crying.

"Let go of me." She repeated. Derek began having trouble holding her, he felt guilty but he knew from experience that this was the only way to keep her from self destructing. Finally after fighting against for a bit more, even though she knew she was no match for his werewolf strength. Camden stopped moving and broke down sobbing, her knees buckling under her. If it weren't for Derek's arms holding she would've fallen.

"Shh, it's okay." He tried to calm her, but she shook her head, dropping it against his shoulder.

"I shouldn't have come here." Camden uttered.

"Hey," Derek said, he moved his hands from her waist to her cheeks, caressing them lightly. "You did the right thing by coming here, to me, I'm not going to let anything hurt you. Not on my watch. Okay? "

She sniffled but nodded, "Okay." She took a deep breath. "I trust you."

"Good, now it's getting late. We should go to bed." Derek said, Camden pulled away from him

"Don't tell me the Derek Hale has a bedtime?" She teased, wiping the trails of her tears.

"No," Derek answered. "But the person I'm babysitting has one."

"I'm not a kid, you know." She said.

"Of course you're not, you're an adult that I babysit."

"Well then." The British girl spoke, "I'm going back home, to the flat that I bought, with my own money."

"Without you." She added last.

Derek groaned, Camden's just as stubborn as he remembered from all those summers ago. They met a few weeks before the fire, Camden was passing through towns and made a pit stop. She almost ran him over with her car on a full moon. It took a long time, but they become friends eventually. She was the one who dropped him and Laura, his sister at the airport to New York, visiting every summer.

"Come on , at least let me treat your leg." He said. Camden gave him a look, seemingly weighing her options before agreeing, limping back into the room. Derek sigh for what felt like the hundredth time today and picked her up bridal style.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Camden scowled.

"I'm carrying you." Was his smart reply. He went up the stairs to his room. He laid her down gently on the bed before disappearing out of the room and coming back with a first aid kit in his hands.

"This is going to hurt." Derek warned, pouring alcohol on a piece of cotton.

Camden sucked in her breath when he touched the cut. It hurt like a bitch but she didn't complain, letting Derek clean her wound.

"Maybe you should go to a doctor, it's pretty deep. I don't think that a first aid kit would be enough." He said, getting on his feet.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Camden questioned.

"It could get infected." Derek tried to reason, but he was grabbing his phone and wallet, his mind already made up.

"Yeah, it'll all go fine and dandy until they find out I'm made out of magic."

"I'm not taking you to hospital, I'm not an idiot-"

"Could've fooled me." Camden said.

Derek rolled his eyes and looked at his watch, Deaton's probably long closed by now. He thought.

"Remember Scott? The one who was here." He asked. "He's a werewolf, and his mother knows about us and she's a nurse that could help you."

"She knows about the supernatural?!" Camden hissed.

"It's a long story, now let's go. Or do you prefer being carried again?" They took the elevator, Derek kept eyeing her as if she was going to break down and fall in any moment. Camden, used to it, she ignored his overbearing nature.

After they arrived at a middle class house, Derek got out of the car and before she could open her own car door, he opened it for her, and guided her to the front of Scott's home. Almost immediately, Scott appeared in grey pajamas pants and a white shirt, throwing a confused smile in Camden's direction and gestured them to the living area where his mom was waiting with her medical kit.

She got up, looking exhausted but offered her hand to Camden.

"I'm Melissa, Scott's mom." They shook hands "Scott told me that you're injured."

"It's just a scratch, don't see why we have a big deal about it." Camden said, sending a look to Derek who sent back a half smirk in her direction.

"I'm making a big deal out of it 'cause it's not a scratch, it's cut." He argued.

"I can take care of myself." Camden fired back.

"Clearly you can't otherwise you wouldn't' be here."

"Believe me, if I could, I would anywhere but here. I have other friends who can help."

"Then why didn't you go to them?" They were getting to each other with every word, their noses almost touching.

"I told you, this is the first place I thought of." Camden breathed. Her heartbeat speeding up, she could tell that Derek was feeling the same. The first safe place that came to her mind was Beacon Hills, or more specifically Derek.

"I'm sorry." Melissa interrupted, apologizing. "But I really need to check your injuries. You're one step closer to getting your leg infected."

Camden nodded and sat down on the couch, letting the nurse inspect her, she glanced up to Derek, who was already watching her with a weird expression. She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow mouthing what?

He smiled, crossing his arms around his chest, making his muscles flex. The blonde couldn't help but notice, damn she thought I missed him.

"Well, sorry to be the one breaking the news to you, but you definitely need stitches." Melissa said, moving to grab the needle. She turned to her son and Derek and gestured them to get out. They hesitated but Scott was the first to leave, Derek stayed behind and moved over to plant a kiss on Camden's forehead.

"I'll be right outside if you need me." He assured her before taking off.

Once the guys left, Melissa turned to Camden with a sheepish smile "Can I ask without sounding rude?" The blonde nodded.

"What are you?"

Camden chuckled "It's quite alright, I'm surprised you didn't ask sooner. I'm a witch."

The nurse looked shocked for a moment before recovering. She started on the first stitch and continued talking to distract the blonde from the pain.

"Wow, I could barely get my head around werewolves and Kanimas, now witches? What else is out there?"

Camden smirked, she couldn't wait for the look on Melissa's face when she told her what she faced. "Actually, there's vampires, other kinds of werewolves. Don't even get me started."

"So you're basically saying every supernatural ever written about is real." Melissa concluded.

"Not every, but close enough." She responded.

Camden stayed silent after that, sucking up her pain while Melissa worked on her leg. After she finished, she patted her on her other uninjured leg. "There. I trust you know how to take of it from now on." Camden nodded, she thanked the nurse for her help before heading out. Derek was leaning against his car by the time she closed the McCall's front door.

"Happy now?" She asked sarcastically.

"Very." Derek answered dryly. Camden rolled her eyes and went to open the passenger's door but Derek slammed it shut "What the f-"

"You're safe now, you do know that. Right?" He said, edging closer to her face.

"I know that." Camden sigh, her defenses crashing down. "But Derek, it just-it- it hurt a lot. You can't imagine what it felt like."

"I can't." Derek said, wrapping one arm around her small figure tightly and brought the other to cup her cheek. "but what I can do is be here for you."

He leaned in hesitantly, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers before kissing her. The lost months catching up to them, they kissed passionately. Camden wrapped her arm around his shoulder, pulling him as close as she could. Derek pulled away first, but not before laying a few small kisses on her lips.

"Come on. Let's go home."