The Downpour.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Werewolves. [Chapter Thirty-Five] –Edited 21/07/14

Takes place during Season Two, Episode Four (Abomination) of MTV's Teen Wolf.

"Derek, Boyd and –Oh fuck, sorry, uh, I'll leave you two be." Emily shoved Derek roughly off her, sitting up and trying to act as innocent as possible while Derek rolled to the floor and made no movement to get up. She watched Isaac slid the door shut briskly and listened to him as he stumbled out the car. Poor, poor Isaac. Emily quickly straightened out her shirt, flattened out her hair and leapt over Derek to run after Isaac.

"I –I don't think I'll be able to look you in the eye for at least a month." Isaac muttered, rubbing his eyes furiously.

"Come on, we weren't that bad." Emily defended, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

"It wasn't the fact that it was bad, it was the fact that we knew nothing of –have you two done that while I've been here?" Isaac asked with a repulsed look. "You guys, as cringe worthy your new found relationship is, are good for each other. You can both speak fluent eyebrow. Seriously, when I asked you both a question and you two began bickering through eyebrow movement was pretty cool, I'll admit and you both are pretty scary, which I never thought of you until last night. You two are perfect for each other. Perfect-o. Just –Just keep the ew factor away from me, please." Isaac begged, avoiding looking at Emily completely, his gaze settling on the leaky light. Emily smirked wickedly.

"I get it. Poor little virgin boy who has never been kissed doesn't like displays of affection, despite the fact that he walked in unannounced. Seriously, what did you think we were doing, taxes? Talking about briefcases?" The tips of Isaac's ears went red, as did his cheeks.

"I –I don't know what, but I wasn't expecting that!" He yipped. "And how do you know I've never been kissed? I –I may have been." Emily quirked an eyebrow.

"Have you? And on the cheek doesn't count, Lahey." This time, Isaac's entire face went beet red.

"Quit embarrassing him. Where are Boyd and Erica?" Derek asked, emerging from the car. His hair was still messed up and his shirt was crinkled. Clearly someone doesn't care that they either A) look like they just made out with someone or B) they were attacked by a raccoon with a messy hair fetish. Both very plausible answers.

"That's what I was trying to say earlier when I… you both know, but uh, it's sort of half seven and they both have very angry mothers on the phone who are complaining about cold food so they, uh, ran home." Emily licked her lips, mm, food.

"Talking of food –"

"We were talking about Boyd and Erica." Isaac interrupted. Emily ignored him and carried on.

" –who wants something to eat? I can go to McDonalds –"

"Yes!" Emily began to contemplate killing Isaac for constantly interrupting her.

"Derek, you okay with that?" Emily asked, rubbing her temples in circular motions. Derek shrugged.

"I don't mind. I take it I'm driving you?" Derek asked, but he already knew the answer. Emily grinned, grabbing his hand and tugging him to the stairs. (Derek grabbed her by the hips and directed her back to their car, going out in public (even when inside a car) in a white vest top, tights and shoes isn't acceptable.) Emily grumbled to herself as she shoved on a skirt and a hoodie. That was acceptable, it didn't exactly go (hot pink skirt and a dark blue hoodie, it was almost as if she was trying to commit a fashion crime or trying to make Lydia Martin locate her with her sixth sense), but at least she was wearing clothing. Clothing that she didn't even know either her or Derek had taken off. But it would explain why Isaac didn't even look at in Emily's general direction and instead settled for looking at the leaky light.

The second time on grabbing Derek's hand and leading him to the stairs was successful and she got up them without being dragged away. Before the door slammed behind them, Isaac requested a large big mac meal with coke and said that he'd pay her back when he got his dads insurance. (Emily didn't really want to know why his dad had insurance, he didn't seem too old.)

Derek drove for a little while, following Emily's (unneeded) directions before he randomly decided to pull over, turning off the car engine. "Derek, what the Hell are you –" Derek smothered her words with his lips as he pressed his to hers. Emily liked this. Emily could do with more of this. A lot more of this. So, so, so much more. Emily lifted her hands and put them around Derek's neck, pulling him closer. Emily closed her eyes in content as the faint smell of Derek's aftershave (ironic because it didn't look like he'd shaved in a while (not that she minded, really).) lingered in the small space between them. It was a nice smell, not those cheap, teenage-high-school-locker-room smelling ones either, it was nice and endearing and oh god, she hoped she didn't put on too much perfume and the one that Derek actually complimented (well, not in words but Emily notice him discretely sniffing the air a lot when they were close together) instead of the one he said 'smells like baby sick' (she also decided not to question his morals, what Derek says smells of baby sick most likely smells of baby sick). Maybe she should just take Derek through the perfume section in the mall and get him to identify ones that don't offend his nose in anyway, because she planned on taking full advantage on kissing Derek and didn't want it to be a quick one either.

Emily almost groaned when Derek tilted her head and began kissing down her jawline right to her neck and she realised that Isaac was probably withering away to nothingness if they didn't come back with food anytime soon. "You're not seriously trying to have sex with me in your car, are you?" Emily asked, her voice slightly shaky (dammit). Derek didn't answer, he just placed kissed along her collar bone (again, dammit), but she could feel his eyelashes fluttering almost innocently against her skin. "Isaac's probably –"

"Can you try and not bring up someone else while I'm kissing you?" Derek grumbled. "Especially my Beta who you, without mercy, have dangled in front of me since before I even bit him?" He leaned back from her neck to look into her eyes ('surprisingly', he was scowling a little). Emily breathed out a chuckle and leaned forward to press a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"We came out of your layer to get food, Derek. Stay on task." Emily muttered before patting his cheek and sitting properly.

"So 'let's go out and get food for Isaac who disrupted our make-out session' was not code for 'let's go out, drive out of hearing range from Isaac and have sex in the back of my car and then go get food'?" Emily scoffed, looking over at him with both her eyebrows quirked upwards.

"No, you are mistaken. I came out purely for food. Anyway, if you think that I'm taking my clothes off at the side of a road for creepy ass drivers to see me, then you are sorely mistaken."

"I have dimmed windows! And I'd have the common sense to at least go to the backseat." Derek said, starting up the car and waiting for a few cars to zoom past before joining them on driving down the road.

"The least you'd do?" Emily asked with a small, playful smile. "What's the most you'd do?"

"The trunk of my car is empty, not sure if we'd fit but I'd find a way." Was that a joke that just came out of Derek Hale? Nothing is impossible. "Did you seriously call where we are both currently living at the moment a layer? Isn't that a bit too stereotypical werewolf?" Emily smirked, shaking her head.

"Of course not! Together, you, Isaac and I can be the Teenage Mutant Ninja Werewolves! It'd be great!"

Derek's life, what the Hell.

/ / /

Emily and Derek eventually did get back to Isaac who sat in a deck chair, glaring up at the dripping light. Because Isaac. Emily hurled his food full force at him from the top of the stairs grinning widely. She trusted him to catch it, or he'd pay her in interest. Luckily, he did catch it, chuffing with glee, and didn't waste a moment longer on ripping open the brown bag and digging in. "I'd throw your drink at you, but that'd just end up being a disaster that I want no part in. Think of the carpets." Isaac stopped mid-bite to look at Emily perplexed.

"There are no carpets." He stated numbly around his burger, wondering if his friend had actually lost her mind.

"Exactly." Isaac concluded that the stale smell in his new home had finally gotten to her head; it was the first time he counted himself lucky for being a werewolf. No diseases. Emily jumped down the final few steps and Isaac winced, thinking of his poor coke the in her hands. Not too tightly either. Losing his coke would be like losing a close friend to a group of ignorant, ass-like jocks. Painful and permanently mentally draining. Emily handed Isaac his coke and he took a long sip from it. Only to realise that that was not coke. That was orange Fanta. What cruel crime had he committed in his previous life to deserve this? Karma, was indeed, a bitch. Emily noticed the look on his face and 'ahh'ed softly. "I did get you coke! I did, but Derek is the biggest jerk and decided about five minutes up the road to get his humour on, which was short lasted, as he decided to suddenly put the brakes on and then your coke spilled all over his car. Karma's a bitch, huh?" Okay, maybe karma for Derek was a little understandable, he wasn't exactly a saint. "I'll buy you a bottle tomorrow after school, okay?" Fair enough. Isaac nodded and shoved some fries into his mouth. "I'm a little disappointed that you didn't ask where I'd get it from because they don't sell them at school so I'm going to pretend you did and give you an answer. I, Emily Evans, have a job interview. Hold in the applause that I know you were about to give little delayed, I haven't got the job for certain, obviously, but the women said I was the only one to go forward for it, so I must get it, right? Isn't that how it works?" Isaac shrugged helplessly, he hadn't a clue, his job was shoved at him at the age of fourteen with no interview by his dad.

"Dunno." Isaac muttered thickly through a mouthful of mushy fries. He swallowed and looked up at her. "Where are you going to be working?"

"You know the coffee shop stupidly placed across the street from Starbucks? There. Not a lot of people go there, really, but they actually serve really nice coffee and other things. Oh! And they have these really, really nice chocolate chip cookies that I may try and steal so I can give one to you, we'll see. The pay's good, I think. I've never had a job so I wouldn't know."

"Quit talking." Derek said darkly from the top of the stairs and he opened the door. "You're voice is aggravating." The door slammed heavily behind him and he trudged down the stairs with his own incredibly wet jacket along with Emily's equally as wet hoodie.

"They were what Derek used instead of towels." Emily informed Isaac when she noticed him looking.

"No, seriously. Shut up." Derek muttered, throwing the wet jackets onto Emily's head. She yelped, quickly peeling them off her head and dumping them on the floor. Isaac rolled his eyes and went back to the only sane person in the room besides him, his food.

/ / /

"What do you even wear for interviews? Like, do I wear a suit? Something casual but smart? Oh fuck, Derek, help me." Emily whined, looking helplessly into the mirror in front of her. Derek grunted from under the blanket and pulled it further over his head. "Derek!" Emily yipped, tossing her tube of mascara at him. It hit him with a sad 'thump' and he seemed unfazed. Damn.

"You're going to be working in a coffee shop, not for the president. Just wear your school things, I don't really think that she'd mind if you're the only person applying." Derek muttered drowsily. Emily huffed, Derek didn't understand.

"I want to make an impression! I have to stand out over everyone!"

"Oh yes." Derek said dryly. "The billions of other people lining up to get this job. You, you, you and oh you." Emily growled in frustration.

"Derek! Not helping!" Derek just wanted to sleep a little longer, was that so hard to ask for? Apparently so when he has a far too talkative for his liking girlfriend.

"Fine!" He snapped, sitting up. H wasn't going to get back to sleep. "You want to stand out? Dye your hair fluorescent orange."

"Don't have hair die." Emily muttered, slumping into her dresser in defeat.

/ / /

"Drive faster! I don't want to be late!"

"You have ten minutes left and it's only around the corner." Derek ground out. "You don't want to seem desperate." Emily scoffed loudly and slouched into her seat.

"Coming from the person who's never worked a day in his life."

"That's incorrect. I did my sisters papers sometimes when she couldn't be bothered."

"You poor, poor, misled soul." Emily said dryly, her hands getting clammy when Derek pulled up in front of the coffee shop.

"Do you want me to wait here for you or will I go drop them off and then come back for you?" Derek asked, motioning to Erica and Boyd who sat in the back looking very bored.

"Stay, but if you want to make me the happiest person on earth, drop Boyd off and trap Erica then come –"

"Emily." Derek growled.

"Fine, fine. Stay. I should be like ten minutes? I dunno how long they last for –"

"You were the one whining about being late, go." Erica huffed, pointing out the window. Emily frowned and leaned over to kiss Derek quickly on the cheek.

"Don't miss me too much, Reyes." Emily teased, winking at her playfully before getting out the car and walking over to the coffee shop, filled to the brim with nerves. A little bell went off when she opened the door and she cringed at the loudness.

"Ah!" The woman, now named Edna (the stitched name on the apron gave it away), chirped, looking at her with a bright smile which Emily returned as she scanned the room. Only six people were there, neither of them together, all at their own little tables with various sizes in mugs placed in front of them. "You must be Emily. I'm," Edna gestured to her stitched name "Edna! Pleasure to meet you, you are here for the job, correct?"

"Yeah, I –"

"Well, congratulations! You've got the job!" Edna cheered. Emily had never felt more confused than she did right then.

"I –I was under the impression I was coming in for an interview –"

"No need! I liked you so much that I want to keep you here!" Edna, who was far, far too happy, grinned and pulled Emily in for a hug. Emily patted Edna's back awkwardly, not sure how to react. Was she literally just handed a job? Edna released her and shuffled behind the counter to grab something. She emerged with a blue apron, matching Edna's own, but with Emily's name stitched on. "Here you go, if you pop back in on Friday, round about the same time, I'll get Matt to go over the basics with you and then give you your schedule."

"Oh, uh, alright." Emily muttered, taking the apron from Edna. Edna grinned and pulled her in for (another) hug, squeezing her tightly.

"Oh, it'll be fantastic to have you working here, Emily." Edna gushed. "We're all like a little family, everyone who works here. We love you already! I can't wait till you love us the all the same!" What? "I'll let you go, alright?" Edna literally let her go and then pottered off behind the counter to attend to a customer. Was this even real? Oh, God. What had she gotten herself into? Emily waked out the hop, looking as confused as she felt. She opened got in the car without saying a word. From the back, Erica sneered.

"Did they not like you?" She jeered.

"Quite the opposite." Emily muttered. "She said she loved me. I –I feel so –I don't even know." Derek blinked rapidly. Someone she just met had gotten round to saying the big three words before he did? He really had to up his game.

"She said she loved you?" Erica asked slowly, pulling the words right out from Derek's mouth. Emily nodded.

"And that she can't wait until I love everyone who works there just as much." Erica burst into cackles, even Boyd was laughing silently. Hell, from the corner of her eyes she could see Derek trying not to laugh. "Just drive, Hale. This is a lot to process." Derek obeyed.

"So you got the job then?" Derek asked, giving her one of those side glances that always made her stomach get butterflies, but not at that moment in time. She was far to confused.

"Obviously. I –I think they planned this in advance? My –My name is literally stitched onto the apron." She held it up for proof.

"I think you had the job before you even went for the interview." Erica muttered, grinned wickedly.

"No shit." Emily growled. "I –I feel cheated. I re-done my make-up and hair for this! God!" She groaned, throwing her head back. "Hurry up and get me back so I can get ready for this lacrosse game." She turned her attention to Erica and Boyd. "You two are going, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it. I can't wait to rub it in Isaac's face. He was pretty distressed about not being able to go yesterday." Erica smirked. Emily grinned, trying to push all thoughts of Edna and her love to the back of her mind. Until Friday.

"Perfect, I'm sitting with you two, by the way. No changing my mind."

"Already part dog, extending our invites to a full dog won't matter." Derek wanted to hit Erica with a frying pan. Why did the females in his life have to bicker like pissy children? Why did this have to be his life? Why couldn't it be more simple? Derek almost crashed into the car in front of him for not paying attention. He groaned.

A bit of a filler chapter, I wanted to include the swimming pool scene but I have no idea how I'm going to include Emily in that so I swapped it out for a little bit of fluff (if it even counts?) and basically a pure Demily chapter. I wanted to include a scene about Emily and her after high-school plans, but I have no idea about the American education system so that will be in a later chapter.

JennyDAllred asks; Where was the lemons of that (chapter 34)?

A; When Emily said (not quite said, but it was in the story) that Derek felt sour, so he was the human/werewolf embodiment of a lemon. I had to think of a chapter name quick and that's all I came up with, aha.

Idkimcanadian asks; Does she (Emily) have a personality disorder or two people in one body?

A; As interesting as that story line would be, I don't think I know in depth and wouldn't be a able to pull off a character with a personality disorder of any kind (*sigh*) but the two people in one body could be pretty cool, but as far as the story had gone so far up until now, Emily is one person as people may label as "two faced", but in the quite literal sense.