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Stiles had left earlier than Cela in the morning, meaning she would have to take a ride into school from her dad. Admittedly, she did like the cruiser, she had loved going out with her daddy when she was little and sitting with him in the car while sharing jokes. She missed those days, a lot. The young teen sighed as she climbed out of the shower, and got dressed for the day. Black, ripped skinny jeans with a black vest, a blue plaid shirt and her leather jacket, matched with her usual combat boots. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, with one braid going through the side. Cela adjusted her necklace, before grabbing her bag and going downstairs. Her dad was sitting at the table, drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper. His daughter kissed his head, on her way to make herself a cup of caffeine. It wasn't long before they were in the cruiser, on the way to the high school.

Suddenly, the radio started making noise and Cela drowned it out, she wasn't as nosy as her twin brother. It was dad's job, and she had to respect that.

"Already on my way there," Sheriff said, before putting down the radio.

"Anything interesting?" Cela asked, trying to make conversation.

"There's been another attack. At the school," he informed her. "I don't want you, or Stiles going out after curfew, do you understand?"

"I understand, dad. And you know you can trust me. It's the other one, who breaks the rules."

Sheriff let out a sigh, with a glance at his teen aged daughter and nodded with his head. She had a point, Stiles was always breaking the rules. He was always lying. There was very little trust in the Stilinski house, especially after the Sheriff found out about Stiles lying about Scott being there on the night he was bitten. They arrived at the school, and he only stopped to let her out before going round to where the crime was. The blonde located her brother and the werewolf, moving to stand beside them.

"What? You think you did this?" Cela questioned, looking at the shaggy-haired teen. He nodded in response, and started shooting a hundred texts to his girlfriend. Cela and Stiles followed him, each trying to talk some sense to the teen who was freaking out. Cela tried to point out that she was behind him, when they crashed together. The blonde rolled her eyes, grabbed Stiles' collar and pulled him away from the young couple.

"Hey, what was that for?" Stiles pouted, still trying to get a look at his best friend.

"They don't need you constantly hanging around with them," Cela pointed out, folding her arms across her chest. "Plus, dad is enforcing the curfew on us. More specifically, you."

"What? Why me?"

"Because you break the rules, and sneak out like every night." Stiles nodded, she had a point. "Look, I need to go. But if he remembers anything about last night, shoot me a text. I'll probably answer." Stiles sent his sister another nod, before she walked away.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here," a voice startled the teen. Derek. Cela knew she should be getting used to it by now, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be anytime soon. She had whipped her head around, from her seat on the front porch, and collided her head with the pillar behind her. Derek winced at the impact it made, and raised an eyebrow. "Sorry."

"No problem," she said, with a pained look on her face. "Why wasn't you expecting me to be here?"

"Well, I was arrested for murder," Derek pointed out, nodding his head slightly. "That usually sends people running out of town."

"I knew you were innocent, I told the boys that you were innocent. They didn't believe me, and I am innocent in the mess that is them."

"I know, I have good hearing," he gave her a small smile. The older male felt like he could be himself around the blonde, and maybe it was her over-caring nature, or just because she knew his younger sister. But something was different about her, and he wasn't quite sure. "I did expect you to be doing homework, or something more important though."

"I am doing homework," she grinned at him, showing him the math that she was struggling to understand. "Not that I understand it. I always fail at math."

"Don't ask me, math was my worst subject too," he chuckled, before looking at her notepad to see if he could at least give her some tips. The pair sat there, as she finished up her homework with a sigh of relief and put the pad in her bag with a smile. She thanked the elder for his help, and he smiled in response with a soft chuckle. "You're pretty smart," Derek commented, watching the teen.

"I guess so," she shrugged, looking at the trees in front of her.

"So, why are you sitting here?"

"Do you not want me here?" Cela asked, worried that she had intruded on his time and space.

"I don't mind you being here. But you should spend more time with people your own age."

"Like Stiles?" The blonde knew the Beta couldn't stand her brother, and she loved to tease him about it every chance she got.

"Exactly like Stiles, Cela. You're only sixteen once, don't waste it," Derek told her, with a soft smile.

"Well, I actually had something to ask you. And if you agree, it would mean spending more time... With you."

Derek's eyebrow rose in an arch, as he looked at the teenager. He had no idea what she was going to ask, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know. "What is it?" Curiosity won the better of him.

"I want you to train me. So I can protect myself," Cela explained, looking away from him because honestly, as she said it out loud, she thought the idea was ridiculous.

"That's a good idea," Derek mused, licking his lip gently in thought. "I won't go easy on you though." She nodded in reply, chewing on her lip. "Start tomorrow, after you finish school."

"Okay, wow. I wasn't expecting you to actually agree," Cela chuckled slightly, frowning.

"Well, you do need to learn. So if you come up against Scott on a full moon, and he hasn't found his anchor, you will be able to defend yourself, somewhat. Before Stiles saves your ass."

"Stiles would save my ass, I'm his little sister. He has to protect me!"

"Just remember, Cela, protection is everything. Knowing how to fight can, and will save your life."

She nodded, standing up and shouldering her bag. "Okay, well, thank you. For all of your help. But I should get going, otherwise Stiles will help himself to everything in the cupboards. Catch you later, Hale."

Derek nodded at her retreating form, before he too stood up and went inside.