The Downpour.
Derek and Lemons. [Chapter Thirty-Four]
Takes place during Season Two, Episode
The ride to drop Boyd off was filled with threats to Isaac by Emily. The little pup thought he'd try to make up with her, but not with an apology, by asking her about the whole not touching but managing to throw him across the room thing. Everyone in the car was intrigued, Derek too, but Emily put that conversation to a stop by growling "I can flip you through the air, I will not hesitate to do the same to the car. With us all in it." Isaac took the hint and shut up.
The trip to drop Erica off was equally as annoying. Erica kept huffing in the back, muttering to herself about the school's library and a made-up biology test. Emily got her mini revenge by tripping Erica up when she past her. Better yet, Derek got on at Erica for growling at Emily, she liked Derek momentarily for that.
The ride back to Derek's was the worst. Emily wanted to ask if h could drop her off it her own house, the one with an actual toilet, a bed and tissues. But she couldn't trust her own voice. Her eyes were already leaking ad she was sniffling insanely. The window had become her new, favourite companion and she had never appreciated her ability to put sound bubble around her more than she did then. Se almost killed them too, Derek kept giving her looks from the corner of his eye making her entire boy tingle, in retaliation she kicked him swiftly. Obviously, Derek hadn't expected that and he almost swerved them into a tree.
"Uh, Emily?" Isaac asked timidly. Emily turned to look at him, her glower intense and slightly scary. "Oh, wow. Uh, we've stopped and I –I really, kind of need the toilet."
"I'm going home." Emily muttered, swinging the car door open.
"I'll give you a –"
"No you won't. I'll be fine walking. Unless, you're gonna force me to get in the car with you? Because you seem to be enjoying the entire 'I can force you to do as I please' thing a little too much." Derek sighed, wiping a hand over his eyes.
"You were hurting my pack –"
"And your pack was hurting my friend. I- I wasn't going to let them hurt Scott." Derek sighed, flicking his hand out to the woods.
"Off you go, then. But I'll stop by yours later. If you don't let me in I can pick a lock." Derek said, looking reluctant. Emily huffed and stormed away, something she was good at.
/ / /
It was quarter to eleven when Derek crept into Emily's room. His hair was drooping onto his forehead and his clothes were soaking. "Is it raining?" Emily asked smugly.
"No, I just decided to shower with my clothes on." Derek grumbled, peeling off his shirt. Emily scoffed, throwing a pillow in his direction.
"Put your shirt back on. I find it rude that you would even consider trying to gain my forgiveness by stripping. It's not gonna work." She had to turn her head so she wouldn't crumble and become putty in his hands. Derek snorted, ringing out his shirt, letting it drip onto her carpet. Emily could feel the smugness radiating off of him and she could smell her carpet go soggy. "Bathroom!" She said shrilly. Derek smirked at her before walking slowly to her bathroom. Emily wanted to ring his body free of vital organs; he knew Emily had a soft spot for his tattoo.
All werewolves are dickheads.
"Won't your serial killers base leak with all the rain? It's getting pretty heavy out there." Emily noted, glancing out her window. Derek walked out her bathroom, towel slung round his neck and looking vaguely pissed.
"I completely forgot about that. I'm sure Isaac can handle getting buckets and putting them where its most required." Derek said before looking at her pointedly. "If his arm has healed properly by then. You really fucked it up." Emily grinned feeling rather satisfied but didn't say anything. She didn't need too; Derek could practically smell her pride. "You have to come by tomorrow after school for training, I'll be picking Erica and Boyd up so I might as well take you with me." Derek informed. Emily nodded stiffly. She didn't want to even look at Erica or Isaac ever again, Boyd she could probably tolerate his face for a few minutes as long as he doesn't open his mouth. Derek should consider himself lucky that they share an equal mate bond, it was really keeping Emily from killing him on the spot. Derek chuffed in annoyance at Emily's irritating silence. (Irritating to Derek, Emily was perfectly fine with keeping her mouth shut.) "You know." Derek said softly, sitting at the edge of her bed, which was rather stupid, Emily was lounging across her sofa. "The humans in my family were the only ones that got off with emotional scarring. There were lots of toddlers and babies in my family so there was really no need for the whole sex talk." Emily wanted to whine as loud as she could and shove him out her window, but it was ever so rare that Derek shared his past with her and she always liked to jump at the opportunity. Derek knew that.
"That sounds highly disturbing." Emily muttered into her hand that was pressed over her mouth. Derek shrugged with one shoulder.
"Not really, we didn't know any different." Emily raised her eyebrows in Derek's direction. Was that it? Was that all he had to say? Were they going to sit in complete silence for a few minutes until he decided she wasn't worth his time and went off to get buckets for his leaky roof?
They stayed in silence for ten minutes, the only sound was Derek's heartbeat and the pencil Emily held writing down her math homework. "What happened to your mirror?" Derek asked, looking at the oval frame, but just no mirror inside.
"Got angry. Smashed it." Emily muttered absentmindedly. (What was the square root of nine again? God, Derek was getting distracting.) Derek frowned.
"You need better ways to vent out your anger. Heh, take up lacrosse."
"Your humour will be what sends us both to the grave." Emily muttered dryly, snapping her book shut. There was a time for homework, a time where Derek Hale wasn't shirtless and looking helpless while sitting on her bed with a towel draped around his neck. Emily stood up, tossing her math jotter onto the sofa and walked over to sit by Derek. "Is there a specific reason you wanted to come by here? Or did you just want to take your shirt off in front of me and see my reaction?"
"I wanted to apologise and beg for your forgiveness, but the reaction was entertaining, I'll admit."
"For what? Almost killing my friend and not letting me help, or forcing me to do things against my will?" Derek frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together. His frown was so close to his scowl that you had to be round him for a while to tell the difference (the secret was the crinkles by his eyes). Emily thinks that Derek doesn't even know the difference himself, sometimes. Bless his soul.
"I wasn't going to kill him." Derek said defensively. "I was trying to scare him a little, showing him what he's up against." Emily coughed out a laugh. That was one of the most ridiculous things she'd heard all day, it was right up there with Erica saying that she was going to try to get into Derek's pants. Utterly ridiculous.
"By stepping on his throat? Geez, Derek, you need to work on your social skills." Derek looked sour. Emily didn't know someone could look sour, or what someone would portray if they were looking sour, but that was that was the only word that could possibly describe Derek at that moment in time. Sour. Sour looking, sour feeling, sour smelling and (possibly) sour tasting. Like a lemon. Derek Hale was the human (werewolf?) embodiment of a lemon. Emily shook her thoughts, trying to get rid of all thoughts of Derek and lemons. "Anyway, what exactly are the werewolves of Beacon Hills up against beside a creepy, old psycho-maniac? The wind? Is there an unfriendly dog out to steal all your favourite chew toys? Peeing on your trees?" Derek rolled his eyes wondering when (if) Emily was ever going to grow out of the dog jokes. Was it a phase or was this the real her?
"There's a pack of Alpha's looking to recruit. That's why I needed to build up my pack. That's why I need Scott, because these guys are going to do a whole lot worse than step on him." Emily felt sour. Now she had to deal with Gerard, her mate going slightly power hungry (but that was explainable and understandable now), an ex that literally couldn't let her go (he's dead and still trying to wriggle his way into her life) and now, the fucking cherry on top of the cake, there was an entire pack of Alpha's coming to recruit said mate.
"How the hell do you make a pack of Alpha's? I thought there was an Alpha, the leader of the pack, and then the Beta's who take orders from the Alpha?"
"I have no idea, but when word gets around that I'm an Alpha now, they'll want me."
"Not the only ones who want you." Derek looked over at Emily rather astonished.
"What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all, I have been completely silent. Like a mouse. Not a peep out of me. You must be hearing things –the wind. Yeah, you're just hearing the wind." That was a close call.
/ / /
"You look too smug for school, what did you do?" Derek asked, looking at Emily suspiciously. Emily grinned, walking round the front of the car, inspecting her dent with pride, opened the passengers' door and folded down the seat for Boyd and Erica.
"It hurts to think that you'd even think I would get up to something even remotely awful. You judge people too much. And I'm blaming you for Scott and Stiles ignoring me all day. I was walking the same corridor as Stiles, he saw me and ran the other way. Scott walked into a locker door for facing the wall when we were walking the same corridor before lunch. Poor guy almost had to go to the nurse." Derek wasn't even listening and Emily was wondering why the hell he's on the route for her forgiveness.
"Why are Boyd and Erica not moving or speaking and they look ready to murder someone, someone specifically you?" Derek asked, eyeing his two out of three Beta's wearily. Emily shrugged.
"No idea. Let's leave without them –"
"Emily." Derek gritted out. Emily flicked her hands towards Erica and Boyd and then Erica was on the prowl towards Emily with a venomous look.
"You ever do that to me again and I'll –"
"Stab me with a nail file? Slice my throat open with your fake nails? Please, tell me, I'd be honoured to know." Erica growled lowly before ducking into the car and sitting with her arms crossed moodily.
"Quit growling in public." Derek snapped, twisting around in his chair to look at Erica with a scowl. Boyd slid into the car without a fuss. Emily liked Boyd, he could have the privilege of being her favourite for now. Erica, however, still remained Emily's least favourite and probably would be until the day Erica dies, because let's face it, a werewolf who growls in public is going to get a shiny wolfsbane bullet embedded in her head and they'll be no saving her. Derek barely even waited for Boyd to sit down properly before he snapped the passengers' seat into its normal position. Emily glared at Derek because nobody was going to hurt her current favourite wolf. She got in the car and this time, Derek was considerate and waited until her door was closed and her belt was secure before speeding off.
The ride to Derek's underground layer was fast (many red lights were ignored once again) and silent. Emily tried humming a few times to make the atmosphere a little less gloomy and dull and more chipper and a happier place to be but Emily could feel Erica glare lasers at the back of her head, so she stopped. Erica wasn't any fun. Derek sure as hell wasn't any fun when others were around. Boyd was a creature of silence. Emily needed her own, mini Stiles to carry around in her pocket so journey's like these wouldn't be so God-dammed boring. Emily practically ran down the stairs trying to avoid Erica in case she decided that it'd be a good idea to get Emily back for tripping her up when she got out the car the previous night by tripping Emily down the stairs. Concussion is not a good look on Emily. When Emily reached the bottom, she saw Isaac sprawled on the floor, looking menacingly up the one of the lights that were leaking. Weird.
"Thank God you're here, Emily." Isaac groaned, not looking away from the light. "Derek's been kicking my ass all day and it's tiring me out."
"More like," Derek said from the top of the stairs "you've been utterly predictable all day. Try changing it up. On your feet, let's go." Isaac groaned, slowly rising while sending Emily the most leading look she's ever seen. But Isaac attacked her and Scott last night so she ignored it. Maybe next time.
Emily watched Isaac run from the other end of Derek's layer doing all kinds of tricks, only to come to Derek, try to pounce on him and get shoved down on his ass. This happened at least seven more times, with each round Derek looking even more done with his first successful Beta. It was the most amusing thing Emily had seen that week. Emily was so engrossed with what was going on, she didn't even notice Erica sneak behind the cars and after Isaac's eighth run, pounce onto Derek. Emily's affection for her mate grew when he slammed her down beside Isaac. Emily began to laugh so hard her lungs hurt. She could feel Erica being pissed.
"Like you could do any better." Erica seethed, with a glare of a thousand volts pierced on Emily.
"In her sleep." Derek huffed, his tone completely worn out. Not physically, just mentally. It would be mentally draining to watch your first successful creation do the same thing over again, the only thing he changes is maybe the time he decided to do a somersault in mid-air. Emily grinned at the compliment. She better value it while she can, because Derek doesn't dish them out like they're nothing. "Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?" Derek asked and then Erica literally pounced on him. And not in a fighting way. In the 'I haven't seen my boyfriend in ages, I get to kiss him again!' way. Because the bitch kissed him and Emily was about 98% sure he was kissing her back. But then he threw her off him and everything would be okay for the time being. Emily ducked her head down, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. She could bury her head in the ground and you'd still be able to tell she was grinning. Erica kissed him! She actually kissed him! To make to make it better, Derek wiped his mouth. Emily's chest began to ache from keeping in her laughter. "That's the last time you do that."
"Why? Because I'm a Beta?" Erica asked, glaring up at Emily. Emily coughed out the word 'desperate' and Derek shot her a vague stern look, but there were traces of amusement, so that was okay.
"No, because I have someone else in mind for you." It wasn't the answer Emily was expecting.
"Are we done?" Isaac asked. "I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal." Isaac moaned, sitting up with a wince. Emily trudged down the stairs when she was previously happily sitting on to get a better view at Erica's face.
"Come here." Derek muttered, crouching in front of Isaac. Huh, would you look at that. Derek has a nice bone –Derek is not bending Isaac's arm backwards. Emily grimaced at the sickening crunches and Isaac's loud yelps that echoed throughout the room. Derek leaned close to Isaac's face. "A hundred and one. You think I'm teaching you how to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive." Derek let go of Isaac roughly before standing up and walking closer to Emily, probably to calm down, she didn't know.
"If they wanted us dead why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?" Isaac ask, fear clear in his tone.
"I don't know." Derek answered, turning around to face his Beta's. "But they're planning something. And you, especially, know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed somebody else last night. Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything I know. As fast as I can teach you." Derek grabbed Emily' wrist and dragged her into the cars.
"You could've got the message past without breaking his bones." Emily muttered, sitting on their bed. Derek shrugged, grabbing one of Emily's old, dried out and probably used make-up wipes and wiping his lips. Emily snorted, outing a sound bubble around the room. "I don't like watching other girls kiss you." Emily muttered, looking at the back of Derek's head. Derek looked at Emily through the mirror.
"And I don't like you groping other guys." Derek retorted, smirking at Emily's confused look. "At the station when we were getting Isaac." Emily 'ahh'ed.
"With Stiles and the whole butt thing, yeah, I never knew you seen that." She admitted, feeling a little sheepish.
"I see everything you do when I'm around." Emily wanted to murder the butterflies in her stomach. That wasn't even a remotely romantic thing to say and she was feeling all gooey on the inside.
"Then I'll limit my groping to only you." Emily said slowly, her face going beet red. Derek grinned, ducking his head.
"And I'll limit the girls who are allowed to kiss me to you." Emily sighed dramatically, blinking up at Derek.
"You know what would be easier?"
"What?"
"If we were dating. I mean, then we'd have to stick to that. No backing out and if another girl kissd you then I can beat her up, and I'd really like to hit Erica." Emily's hands got all clammy, an she rubbed them together. God, she was a bundle of nerves and the two seconds that Derek took to reply to her may as well of been years because boy, did they sure feel like them.
"If I remember correctly," Derek drawled "you said that you'd be my girlfriend if you could find more things endearing about me."
"Well, aren't you lucky that I find all of you endearing. Even the part that likes to break teenagers bones." Derek snorted, turning around to face her.
"So we're dating then?"
"Yeah, sure. It's only the right thing to do, isn't it?"
"Completely the right thing to do." One second they're asking each other out strangely, the next second their making out like two drunken, horny, virgin teenagers.
So, Erica probably loathes Emily now, but whatever, right? Derek and Emily are together! At last, there's a little light in each of their lives! No matter how stupid Emily is, but I'm willing to forgive and forget.