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She pulled her jacket tight against her body, wishing she had a place to rest. She had been running for days. She was scared, hungry, and lost. Despite everything her father taught her, she couldn't figure out which way was north; something to do with moss and the Little Dipper… Or was it the Big Dipper?
Anna was exhausted and all she wanted to do was collapse and sleep. But she couldn't stop running. Not when her own family was so close behind. "Traitors," she spat.
A twig snapped behind her. She froze. Slowly, she turned around to face the sound. Anna cried out in fear, stumbling backwards. "Shit!" She patted the ground, desperately trying to find something to defend herself with. Nothing. She watched as two blue eyes came closer. Anna scrambled back to her feet and started to run until a heavy force knocked her down, pinning her body against the wet ground. There was a vicious snarl and Anna screamed as she felt something pierce her waist.
"What did I just say?" Derek shouted as he grabbed Erica by the wrist and flung her across the abandoned asylum. A loud crack was heard as she smashed through the wall.
"To not," she growled through clenched teeth, "be predictable." Erica pushed herself off the filthy ground and brushed the dust off her new clothes. "But I'm trying to be unpredictable by being predictable. You'd think that I'd give up after doing the same thing three times but I didn't. I did it again. See? Unpredictable by being predictable." She smirked at Derek while sauntering up to him.
"Yeah? Well, guess what. I didn't think that," the Alpha snapped. "And neither is whatever is out there." He tensed, feeling a change in the atmosphere. Sniffing the air, he realized that it was filled with lust and he glared at the beta.
"What is it, Derek?" she whispered, eyes half closed and tongue tracing her lips. "Sense anything… Interesting?"
"You're doing it again, Erica."
"What?"
"Talking. I prefer you with your mouth shut."
She trailed her fingertips down his chest, grinding her hips against his. "You'll prefer me even more with my mouth open. The things I could do with –"
He grasped her hand tightly. Erica cried out as she felt her bones snap. "What the fuck?"
Derek shoved her away and scoffed as she lost her balance, falling hard to the concrete floor. "Do that again, and I'll break more than just your wrist." He tilted his head to the side, noting Erica glancing at something behind him. He whirled around in time to see Isaac and Boyd sprint towards him, claws extended. Derek ducked and the betas went soaring past the leader's head. Derek quickly wrapped his fingers around the Isaac's ankle and yanked him down, slamming against the floor. Boyd went crashing through the two - way glass, grunting in pain as a shard sliced through his side.
"Got you this time, right?" Isaac said with an obnoxious grin on his face.
"No. Because I caught you."
Stiles wrinkled his nose in disgust. "You smell. Ew. Sweat. Werewolf sweat. Stench." He stuck his head out the window and started to dry heave. Scott had called Derek while he was training his pack, telling him he was able to get the necklace from Mrs. Martin. The lone wolf also told him to pick up Stiles before meeting up which Derek reluctantly agreed to do.
"I'm going to speed up," Derek calmly said. "Then I'm going to swerve towards a pole and watch as your head gets bashed in. And I will laugh. Then you won't have to worry about my smell anymore."
"You wouldn't."
"Really?"
Stiles squirmed in his seat. "Yeah, 'cause Scott will avenge my death."
"Scott's a puppy. I'm an Alpha. Who do you think will win in that fight?"
"Scott. Because he's young. He's got that robust health thing going on. And you? You're losing it, old man."
"Call me old man one more time."
"No, no, I'm good."
Derek barely put his car in park before Stiles scrambled out, running inside Scott's house.
He smirked. "Twitchy little mouse."
He rested his head against the window, waiting impatiently for Stiles to get Scott. Finally, the stone was in their possession. He glanced at the clock. A minute passed. "How long does it take to get Scott?" Derek looked outside, admiring the nature – something he would never willingly admit to. "Could be tomorrow all this will turn to ash." He shut his eyes, deciding a little rest would be good since he stayed up all night researching about the black fog that was appearing up and down the west coast. "But why only here? Why not other places?" Derek thought as he drifted into sleep.
He woke up when he felt her warm lips kiss his stomach. His muscles clenched in anticipation. His eyes were closed but he knew she had that smile he loved so much. He felt her kisses trail up to his chest, his neck, his lips. She gently bit down on his lower lip before slowly kissing him, stroking the inside of his mouth with her tongue. He responded with a growl and flipped her over so she was trapped beneath him. She laughed, loving how he was so strong but tender at the same time. He brushed his fingers down her breast to her waist and whispered "I love you, Anna." She sighed, pressing her lips against his throat, feeling the thick vein pulse with a rush of blood. "I love you, too."
Derek woke, startled by a pounding against his window.
"Derek! Open the goddamn door!" Scott shouted.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and he hit the unlock switch. He felt an uncomfortable pressure and was stunned to see himself hard. He could feel the trickles of sweat drip down his back, making his shirt damper and he hurried to turn up the A.C.
"Anna? Why'd I call her Anna?" Derek thought, confused.
"Jesus, Derek," Stiles said. "We've been knocking on your window for the past minute. That must have been one hell of a dream."
Derek glared at him, nervous. "What do you mean?" he snapped.
"Calm down," he said. "I meant that it must have been some kind of dream to keep you deep in sleep."
"Yeah," Scott said in a tone that suggested he knew what the dream was about. "Some kind of dream, huh."
Derek quickly glimpsed at Scott and cursed silently. He forgot that Scott could smell his arousal. "So, where's the stone?" he asked, trying to divert the conversation to a more important one.
"Holy shit," Stiles shouted, panicking. He hurriedly pushed himself away from Derek, pressing himself against the passenger door. "What the hell is that? Please say it's a ruler, please say it's a ruler!" Stiles shut his eyes, freaking out, pointing at the bulge constricted by Derek's jeans.
"Shut up!" Derek shouted, clenching the steering wheel. "Scott! Where's the stone?"
"What?" Scott leaned forward to see what Stiles was pointing at. "What is… Oh..."
"Stop. Stop looking at my –"
"Don't say it! Don't say the 'P' word!" Stiles cried. "Don't say p – p – PENIS!"
"Shut up!" Derek slammed his hand against the dashboard, cracking it. "Just drop this discussion."
"How about you drop that first," Stiles retorted, cowering at Derek's threatening expression.
Derek angrily put his Camaro in drive and sped towards his house. "Stiles."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to break your finger if you keep pointing at my dick."
"Sorry!"
Derek's embarrassment and arousal was so thick that Scott wanted to jump out of the moving vehicle. "Hey, Derek…"
"What?"
"Can you… You know. Dial down your… emotions a bit? 'Cause, I'm drowning, man," Scott said, praying that Derek won't explode. He gulped, nervous, when he saw the murderous expression on the Alpha's face.
Derek stormed into Jubilee's, scaring the customers who could feel the rage exude from his body. Never. He had never felt that embarrassed his entire life. This was worse than the time his cousin walked in on him masturbating to Uncle Peter's Playboy Magazine. He is the Alpha. He's supposed to have better control than that. "Fuck," he said, furious. He smacked the table so hard that a glass from a previous customer rolled off and hit the floor, shattering.
He heard footsteps hurry towards his direction and he turned to yell at the stranger to go away.
Summer, who was walking towards him, hesitated, seeing the anger in Derek's eyes. Deciding he wanted to be alone, she turned to leave.
"No, wait!" he said, wishing he hadn't gotten carried away. He didn't mean to frighten her.
She cautiously walked back to him, an uneasy smile on her face.
"No. No, smile like before. Like when we first met," Derek thought.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.
"Yeah," he said. It was the truth. The moment he saw her, he felt the stress leave him. "I'm alright."
She nodded. "Okay. Just don't do that outburst again. You're scarin' away the customers."
Derek looked around and noticed that Jubilee's was practically empty when moments before, it was packed. "Sorry." And he felt sorry.
Summer smiled and Derek felt the wolf howl in pride knowing that he was the reason she smiled. "Try not to kick me while I clean up your mess," she joked, kneeling to gather the shards.
And then the wolf whimpered, tail between its legs. "I didn't mean to… No, stop. I'll do it." He pulled her up and sat her down on a chair. He took her towel and placed the pieces into it, throwing it in the trash. "Sorry."
Summer looked at him, noticing the worried look on his face. "It's alright. Don't worry 'bout it. S'long as you don't do it again."
He sat down across from her. He studying her face, wanting to memorize every detail. Her dark eyes, her nose, the curve of her lips when she smiled. He saw her blush and realized he liked it.
"You're starin'. Sure you ain't a stalker?"
"Sorry," he said. "It's just a bit hard not to stare." He gave, what he hoped was, a relaxing and friendly smile.
"I'm guessin' no one told you that flattery'll get you nowhere." She had a teasing glint in her eyes.
"My mom. But it's a good thing I never listened."
"Why's that?"
"Because it makes you smile. And I like your smile."
Summer laughed. "I could go all day hearin' your compliments. Shame I ain't got none to give you."
"What about that one time…" He pretended to think real hard. "I think you called me a 'fine lookin' gentleman', " he quoted, using a southern accent.
"I think I did."
"Dude, this is so wrong," Stiles groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead.
"Shut up," Scott said, inching closer to the window.
"When Derek finds out we're spying on him, he's going to disembowel us. No, wait. That's not gonna satisfy him enough. He's going to rip off our jewels and leave us alive and embarrassed at our lack of male genitalia."
Scott shoved Stiles to the ground, annoyed. "No, because he's not going to find out. And I can't believe you just said male genitalia."
"He will." Despite being against this, Stiles still followed behind Scott.
"I knew it!" Scott exclaimed.
"What?"
"He is here. He's here with that waitress! He's bitching about us not focusing on the job when he's here talking to her! Hypocrite!"
"The pretty Southern girl with the badass pancakes?"
"Shh!"
"Wha – Shh yourself! You're talking, too!"
"Yeah, well, I'm trying to listen." Scott morphed into the werewolf for better hearing. "Got it."
"What are they saying? Tell me!"
"Shh!" He focused on just Derek and Summer, ignoring the other voices in the diner. Scott laughed.
"What?"
"Derek's flirting with the waitress." His smile quickly faded into a frown. Scott grimaced, uncomfortable with what he was hearing. "And failing at it. Oh, no. This is too embarrassing to listen to. Derek's saying creepy things."
"Like what?"
"Like, 'I love that look in your eye when you talk about Socrates'. " Scott shuddered. "Ugh, I can't – I can't listen to this. Let's go."
"What? We just got here! At least let's go inside and get some of that pancakes and Explosion!"
"And what I find so entertainin' is the writers' portrayals of other writers. Dante's depiction of Virgil in Inferno, Aeschylus in Aristophanes' Frogs, and –" She stopped. "Huh."
Derek stopped smiling. "What?"
"You haven't heard a word I was sayin'."
"I have! I just… Don't really care about classical literature," he sheepishly admitted.
She looked at him, incredulous. "But… I thought… Then why the hell did you let me talk 'bout this for the past 10 minutes?"
"I don't give a shit about it. But you do," he said, staring at her intently. "And I want to know about the things that are important to you. And…"
"And?"
"And the second you said Sophocrates you got this look in your eyes. Didn't want it to go away so I just kept you talking."
She stared back at him. Summer gave an amused smile as she got up. She smoothed out her apron and picked his empty plate - he had eaten more than one pancake this time - and his mug. Turning to walk back to the kitchen, she said, glancing at him over her shoulder, "Sophocles. Socrates. Two different people."
And for the first time in years, Derek Hale laughed.