Disclaimer: Well, let's put t like this, it would be awesome if I owned literally anything that you recognize from this story. I don't though, just Kyla. I enjoy manipulating what the characters you know and love are doing within their established universes. I promise to hand them back over to Jeff Davis, Cassandra Clare, ad Rick Riordan in time for them to make all of their scheduled appointments.

A long story it basically was not. As it was, the story was essentially that the human girl-Allison was part of a family of hunters. Apparently her father had encountered the Oni before. The idea of human hunter families was slightly intriguing to her. She had herd rumors of humans or human families that had decided to dedicate themselves to hunting, but she had never met any before. As far as she was concerned, humans who chose to become hunters were likely either a.) idiotic or b.) masochistic.

The basic information that she did manage to gain from watching the group conversation were the names of the individuals involved. This was really very helpful because it meant that she could stop calling the people by something other than their physical descriptions. The twins were Ethan and Aiden but please dear gods don't ask her which one was which. It had taken her nearly two years to figure out a way to tell the difference between Connor and Travis Stoll. The red-headed banshee was Lydia. The kitsune was Kira, and her Alpha boyfriend was Scott. The skinny blonde boy was named Isaac. Mr. I-have-broad-shoulders-and-a-world-medal-in-brooding was actually named Derek.

The ensuing conversation about strategy, planning, and generally what they were going to do next was nearly enough to put Kyla in to a sleepy daze. If she had wanted to sit and listen to people discuss strategy she would have stayed at camp and sat in the Athena cabin for a little while. Not that she didn't get along with the Athena kids, Annabeth had been her best friend for nearly eight years.

Derek's voice jerked her back to full consciousness. "All right," he said. "Everybody go home. Go to bed. We can finish this tomorrow. Everyone's half asleep anyway, and I can't go to bed until your all gone. I haven't slept in over seventy-two hours, so everybody get out."

Kyla meant to get up and sneak out one of the windows. She really, really did. However, between school, homework, gymnastics, occasional fighting, and the babysitting she did to earn money, she hadn't slept in nearly as long as Derek had. Instead of moving, she had found herself curled up on her side on the floor with her head on her hands. Kyla heard movements in the loft below, but it was too late to try to leave. Blackness was already swimming in around the edges of her vision, and a moment later her eyes slipped shut. She had slept around werewolves before with Luke's pack in the New York train station. She wasn't dead yet.

Derek Hale's life included a whole lot of strange supernatural stuff. Unfortunately, that strange supernatural stuff kind of crowded out his time to do mundane things like sleep. In fact, if Derek were allowed to do nothing but sleep for a whole month straight he would probably still be a good two years behind on the recommended eight hours per night. So when he thought he could hear an extra heart beat in his loft post demonic ninja attack he had thought that he could probably chalk it up to sleep deprivation if he really wanted to.

The smell of sunshine, which he recognized from visitors his mother had taken meetings with at least once a year could have been something his addled mind had made up as well. After all, it was highly unlikely that a shadowhunter would be in his loft for any reason. The silver arrow that had killed one of the ninja's was a little bit harder to believe he had made up. In the interests of getting his loft back to himself he had decided not to mention it much during the group meeting if no one else was going to.

When the heart beet remained after everyone had left, Derek resigned himself to the fact that he was probably going to have to deal with the shadowhunter in he room eventually. With heavy, tired steps, Derek made his way up the spiral staircase. He expected a few things when he got to the top of it. A heavily armed burly man covered in scars seemed to fit the bill. What he didn't expect was what he got.

The small body of a girl was curled up in a tight ball on the floor by the landing. His night sight revealed a pale face framed by a mess of dark auburn hair that was darker than Lydia's, but still not quite pure red. Her eyes were shut, and she probably couldn't have been much older than Scott or any of his friends if she was older than them at all. A few dark lines showed along her arms and legs, which Derek guessed were her shadowhunter marks. Her eyes were tightly closed, every muscle in her body was tense, and she was shivering so much Derek was surprised she hadn't vibrated apart.

Derek sighed, mentally debating. He could either wake the girl up and demand to know why one of the Nephilim was in his loft, or he could let her stay, and maybe earn a few points with the Clave. God knew they needed all the help they could get living in Beacon Hills. Being too tired to deal with a confrontation, Derek decided option two was probably best and began to head back down the stairs to his bed.

The girl gave another violent shiver, and Derek paused with his foot on the first step. She shivered again and the girl's heart rate increased as she gave a small whimper. He watched as her heartbeat faded back to normal in his ears. His best guess was that she had probably had a nightmare. The life she had probably provided her with plenty of source material for those.

Mentally slamming his head against a brick wall for making choices that were probably bad ones, Derek turned back around and crossed to the girl in two steps. Crouching down, Derek scooped her easily into a rough cradle provided by his arms and stood up. It was hard to tell with his increased strength, but Derek thought she seemed a little too light for someone who had the obvious muscle tone that this girl did.

Carefully watching his feet as he moved so he didn't trip down the stairs, Derek made his way down to the main floor of the loft. He placed the girl's body gently on his couch and grabbed the throw blanket from over the back of the couch. He spread it over the girls body and tucked it around her feet. He sat on the edge of the couch for another moment watching as his body heat, and the warmth of the blanket seep into the girl, slowly relaxing her muscles and ceasing the shivering.

Derek sighed and rubbed his face with the back of his hand as he stood and walked over to his own bed. He pondered the situation as he peeled off his shirt and changed in to a pair of sweat pants to go to bed. From what he knew about Nephilim, they didn't typically sleep easy in wolf dens. Whatever had happened with this girl, she was apparently tired enough to sleep through all kinds of possible danger. Including himself.

Sighing deeply, Derek rolled his body under the covers. Whatever was going on- demonic ninjas, sociopathic uncles, supernatural teenagers, exhausted Nephilim girls with auburn hair who passed out in his loft, it could all wait until tomorrow... Couldn't it?

A/N: So how was this? A little bit of Derek's POV. I thought it was needed because seriously, we never know what on earth could be going on inside his pretty head.

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