A/N: So this is my first Teen Wolf fanfic so please review, good or bad I appreciate either or. I ship Derek x Stiles but for some reason I've always wondered about Derek x Lydia. I just feel with how different but somehow similar that it would be a good match. So hopefully you enjoy! I do not own Teen Wolf whatsoever.

After the night he had just had all Derek wanted was something familiar so he found his way back to the shell that use to be his family home. He knew it was risky with the hunters on his ass wherever he turned but he needed to be home just for a short while. So after making sure that Erica was not going to die, he left her to Issac and Boyd, even Stiles had stuck around to watch over her. It wasn't the first time that he thought of turning Stiles and making him a part of his pack, but after tonight it made him consider the possibility even more. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he had failed to notice a second heartbeat or the smell of raspberries and a faint hint of blood until he walked into the house and saw Lydia sitting on the ground and leaning against the fireplace. His first urge was to yell at her and kick her out but when all she did was sit there in what seemed like a state of shock he felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her, which left him shocked. He approached her just like you would a skittish animal. When he was standing before her and she made no sign that she knew he was there he sat down beside her. He studied her for a moment, her just sitting there staring straight ahead and holding up a flower. When he looked at the flower closely he realized it was wolfsbane. Where the hell did she get that? He thought silently.

"Lydia" He said. No response so he tried again, a little louder. "Lydia."

She seemed to snap back to herself and she looked over at him, the fear in her eyes was so potent that it raised the hair on his arms. Tears sprang to her eyes and she clutched the flower in a tight fist as she wrapped her arms around herself, like she was trying to protect herself.

"He...he...I don't understand...why?" Her jumbled speech confused him so her reached over and grasped her upper arms gently.

"Lydia, what happened? He who?" He reached up and brushed away a few tears that had ran tracks over her pale cheeks.

He wasn't sure why he felt the need to comfort her, maybe it was because he felt guilty for almost killing her, or because of what his uncle had done to her. It could have been because he had felt the same fear that she was feeling now after he had lost his family in the fire.

"Why is he coming after me?" She asked in a quiet whisper, her gaze holding onto his like a lifeline.

"Who?"

"You're uncle."

Derek's eyes widened. "Lydia, my uncle is dead. He's not coming back." He didn't want to tell her how he knew that, but it occurred to him that since she had woken up in the hospital she had believed that Peter was alive and well.

"How do you know? I was told that he wasn't found." Lydia asked him.

He sighed, contemplating on how much to tell her. "I...I killed him the night he attacked you."

She shook her head. "No you didn't. He...he was here. He's been following me, at the school, the ice rink, and here. He looked like himself sometimes, then he was young and then I kissed him only for him to turn into a burned version of himself. He told me I was a...a backup plan...and...," Derek listened to her confusing rambling.

"Lydia." He grabbed onto her hands to stop her rambling. "Lydia, listen to me." When she stopped talking he continued. "I killed my uncle, he's gone. Ask your friends, they was there and watched it happened."

She seemed to relax somewhat when he told her that her nightmare was not here but long dead. She wanted to know why nobody had told her this and she wanted to ask what Peter Hale was. She knew deep down that her attacker wasn't human. She remembered the teeth that had filled his mouth and then the claws that had appeared on his hand before they had cut through her skin, leading to her going into a coma. She wanted to ask a lot of things but she wasn't sure if Derek Hale was the right person to ask, but then she figured nobody else would give her the answers she wanted.

Her mind made up she tightened her hold on his hands, "Tell me everything." Her voice was quiet but commanding.

"What...?" Derek started but was cut off when Lydia shook her head.

"Don't act like you don't know, because I know that somehow you are at the middle of all this. So tell me everything that my "Friends" are keeping from me." She said, her gaze direct.

Derek knew he could easily brush her off and take off, she would never find him and she would never know. He also could tell that if she was lied to or ignored another time that she would become a problem for him and his pack. She wouldn't stop trying to figure it all out and she would only end up putting herself and others in danger. So he made his decision and launched into his story, starting with the Hale fire, to his uncle killing Laura and turning Scott, about the Argents, all the way up to what had happen tonight. He watched for any sign that Lydia thought he was lying to her or that he was insane. Instead she sat there, her hands in his, and listened intently to everything he had to say and only asking questions occasionally. When he was finished she sat there in silence and absorbed everything she had been told, he was caught off guard when she started laughing.

"I can't believe it but I really do believe you." She told him after the laughing had quieted. "It's completely insane but after all of the things I've seen...I believe you."

"Are you going to tell anyone?" He asked her, a little worried she might.

She shook her head. "No, but even if I did who would believe me? I went on a naked run for two days, I'm seeing the school shrink. I've completely lost it in front of the classroom already and my mom woke me up covered in blood with a shattered hand. They all believe I'm crazy so mouthing off about werewolves would only put me in a mental institution." She reached up and twirled a piece of her hair. "My hair would not survive the shampoo in a place like that." She smirked which caused a grin to appear from Derek. He stood up and looked down at her.

"I'll take you home." He told her, remembering not seeing a car outside. "Did you walk here?"

She nodded, "Apparently but...wait, is this your house?" She asked, glancing around the burned down remains.

"Yes."

Lydia shook her head, confusion clear on her face. "How? I only walked to behind my house."

"We are about four miles from your house." Derek said.

"Your uncle or the young version of him said he lived in a house behind me. So I walked back behind my house and found a house but it wasn't this one." She shook her head and stood up, only to gasp out in pain and would have fell if Derek didn't catch her.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking her over for injuries.

"My feet." She lifted one foot up and saw that it was a mangled mess of cuts and bruises, causing Derek to remember the smell of blood he had smelt when he first got here.

"You walked four miles through the forest barefooted." With that said he put an arm under her knees and lifter her in his arms before walking outside.

Once they were outside Lydia glanced around for a car but didn't see the black Camaro that she had seen him in. "Where is your car?" She asked him.

"I didn't drive."

"How are you going to get me home?"

The corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk. "I'm going to carry you there."

Lydia though about protesting but honestly she was exhausted and being carried home in Derek's arms was not something she was going to protest to. So she just let her arms lay loosely around his neck and went along for the ride. At some point she must have fallen asleep because when she woke up in the morning she was in her bed with her feet cleaned up and bandaged. She saw a glass of water and some tyenol sitting on her nightstand with a note. She picked it up and read, "The pills will help with the pain in your feet, so take them and no heels for awhile. I'll be seeing you, Lydia." She smiled as she read the note and saw he had signed it with simply, D. Putting the note in her nightstand she got up and got ready for school, making sure to wear simple ballet flats getting the sense that Derek would somehow know if she wore heels.