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Hey guys! I am so glad that so many of you like this story so far. I really don't know what I'm doing with it, I have two muses- a hyperactive teenager and a brooding Sourwolf and sometimes they sneak off to make out so I don't know what to write.
This chapter is dedicated to Don'tBreakMyHeartAgain because your review made me smile and I don't want another one lost to drowning in their own tears.
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"Ow," is all I can think to say as teeth sink into my shoulder. "Ow."
I'm not saying I have ever fantasized about Derek on top of me, but if I had, this would not be the way I wanted it.
Derek snarls at me, looming over my face. I quickly shut up.
But I don't stop trying to fight back. Because even if I know I couldn't take a human Derek, let alone a whatever-he-is-right-now Derek, I need to at least try.
So I rapidly kick my feet and punch at the creature on top of me. He just growls at me, pinning me down. I don't know what is happening, but I swear to God, if I die a virgin I will be pissed.
"Derek," I plead, thinking of all the times my big mouth have gotten me out of- and cough cough, into- bad situations. "Derek, please. How about you get off of me and I'll forget about this whole thing, not tell my Sherriff father and we ignore each other for the rest of existence? Sound good?" But Derek is too far gone to listen to me and he just makes some very mean-sounding sounds.
I look around frantically and quickly pick up the stick next to me. I throw it as far as I can and yell, "Fetch!" which sounded like a way better plan in my head. As it is, Derek just stares at me before getting very close.
I feel him run his nose along my jaw, my neck, and down to my collarbone. He is inhaling deeply and- wow. I refuse to get turned on by this.
"Hey, uh, Derek. Um, mind telling me what the hell is going on?" I ask weakly, feeling his furry nose bury into me. I take in a deep breath and am actually starting to enjoy the feeling when he bites down on my neck again. But, this time, hard.
"Ow! Fuck, Derek, ow! Oh, God, what the fuck is going on- ow. I'm bleeding. Shit, I'm bleeding, what am I going to tell my Dad? Oh, God, my Dad! My Dad who is supposed to be picking me up soon. Oh, fuck me. Ow, Derek, seriously what is going on?!"
Derek withdraws his teeth and his teeth and fingernails and fur are starting to retract back into his skin, which looks really weird. His eyes are still that electric blue color, though.
"Stiles," Human Derek says simply, his face blank. I blink at him a couple times.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" I ask, getting straight to the point. I am surprised I am standing up right now because what just happened.
"Call your father," Derek says and my eyes boggle.
"Okay, mister, you do not get to command me. You just turned into…something and fucking attacked me! The only reason I'd be calling my father would be to tell him to come arrest you."
Derek runs a hand over his face, sighing. "Stiles," he groans. "Please, just call your father and tell him you're getting a ride home from a friend. Just give me some time to explain."
I stare at him and I fully intend on yelling at him until he breaks down in tears, because who does he think he is? But as I am glaring, my hand snakes its way into my pocket and pulls out my phone and dials my dad like the traitor it is.
"Hey, uh, Dad?" I greet, shaking my head at the lump of muscle in front of me.
"Oh, Stiles! God, I am so sorry, I will be right there. I took advantage of that rest and slept in and then I had to get your Jeep and now I'm in traffic." It's a relief to hear my Dad's voice, especially after whatever just happened. I smile reflexively before remembering that I'm mad.
"No, Dad, that's why I'm calling. It's fine. I'm getting a ride from a friend. You can go back home and start dinner. Get the turkey burgers out from the freezer and put them in a pan on the stove. Then, heat up the frozen veggie mix that I got for us. Actually, you know what, just watch the game. I can do dinner myself."
"I can heat up some burgers, Stiles," Dad grumbles into my ear, but he sounds relieved.
"Just wait for me, okay? I'll be there soon. Love you." I hang up the phone and turn to glare at Derek. Who really has some explaining to do, because I just got attacked by him and then lied for him. Oh, and he turned into some kind of a fucking wolf!
"So," I prompt, shooting him a look. Derek obviously doesn't catch on.
"So," he repeats in a much grumpier tone. His voice and face are impassive, which is strange because this is definitely not the kind of thing you're impassive about.
"So. You just took a chunk out of my shoulder while having fur sprout from your face. Then, had me lie for you. To my Dad. My Sherriff Dad who could arrest you. You've got some explaining to do, buddy."
Derek stares at me for a while before taking a deep breath. "I… I don't know how to explain," he says carefully.
"How about starting with what the hell just happened?"
"I am sorry about that. I thought I had it…under control. I've had seventeen years to master it. That was… I don't know. I usually don't let myself get worked up over stupid stuff like that. You just… get under my skin. And I couldn't control myself." Derek looks like he is going to be sick and I feel the strange need to comfort him. Which I really shouldn't seeing as he had his teeth in me about ten minutes ago.
"You lost control of what?" I ask cautiously.
Derek closes his eyes tightly before opening one to peek at me. "My wolf side?" He says like a question, like he is afraid of a blow, like I'm questioning his sanity. Which, okay, I am.
"Your…what? Your wolf side? What the holy hell is that?" My hand subtlety slides into my back pocket to grasp my phone, just in case I need to call for help. Why were the attractive ones always crazy?
"The side of me that is a werewolf," he enunciates slowly and clearly, so I know I didn't hear him wrong.
I burst out laughing. "What? Oh, my God, you really had me going for a second. What was that, an animal that attacked me? Was this some kind of prank? Is Scott hiding in those bushes? For a prank, that really fucking hurt, though." I grin at Derek and he just stares back, face hard.
"Derek? This is a prank, right?" He doesn't move. "Derek?" He swallows loudly. I take in a deep breath, already feeling my heart speed up and it get harder to breathe. "Derek, this isn't funny, please say it's a joke." He still stays silent.
"Oh, God. Oh, holy fucking God. A wolf? A werewolf?" He stays still, letting me panic. "Oh, my God. You're a wolf! You're a fucking wolf! This is… this is insane. A wolf! Ha!" I sound hysterical, but I can't help it. Derek still hasn't moved and he staring at me with wide eyes.
"A wolf? Really? A wolf. What are you, the fucking wolfman? This cannot be real. I'm dreaming. I'm- I'm dreaming." I let out a sigh of relief as I realize the truth. Of course. Of course, I'm dreaming. This is just another one of my Derek fantasies. This time he's a werewolf who will save me from danger or some romantic shit. I really need a better imagination, though, seeing as he has only tried to kill me. I suck a romance.
I smile sleepily at Derek. "I'm dreaming. I am going to go home, so whatever villain can go and get me, so that you can come rescue me, we can make out a little, and this dream can be over." Phew.
Derek stares at me in confusion. "What?" He asks and it's a relief to know he hasn't gone mute in the last couple minutes.
"Sorry, I'm breaking the third wall- or is it fourth wall? That always confused me- but I need to get the show on the road. You know, actually, we could just make out now and call it a night?" I suggest, climbing into the passenger seat of his Camaro. He looks at me like I belong in a mental ward, which is a bit ironic, considering he just told me he was a werewolf.
"Stiles. First of all, there will be no making out whatsoever. Secondly, this isn't a dream. Thirdly, we need to get that shoulder checked out. Unfortunately, I don't know what I just did to you- if I actually bit you and turned you or if I just hurt you- and I can't bring you in to a hospital. You're gonna have to come home with me." He starts the car, sighing deeply. I hear him mutter something along the lines of 'of all people…' under his breath, but I let it go.
"Oh," I smile at him, suddenly feeling really tired. Like I took too much Adderall and I'm crashing. My shoulder is starting to feel numb and I don't know if that is good or not. "So, we're going to be roleplaying in this one? Doctor Derek?"
Derek looks over at me, with an expression I've never seen before. "Is this the shock talking?"
"Shouldn't you know, Wolfy? Do you always snack on humans or is this like a really crappy pick-up line? Oh, God, are we, like, mated now?" I laugh briefly at the image of being mated with Derek, spending my life with him, living a domestic life.
He looks at me with disgust and concern. "Look, I don't know, okay? I'm not very experienced with this stuff. Just go to sleep until we get there, okay?"
"I told my Dad I would be right home," I mutter weakly. "Dinner." Unfortunately, I suck at fighting off sleep and I quickly succumb to the numbness.
Only to be woken up by Derek approximately two minutes later.
"Wait," the maybe-werewolf yelps. "I don't know if you should be sleeping. Couldn't you slip into a coma?"
Now it is my turn to stare at him like he's an idiot. "I got bit in my shoulder, not hit in the head. And I thought I was bad with that stuff." But I stay awake anyway, because I want to see how to get to his house.
"Wait a second," I backtrack, processing his grumbles. "Did you say you might've bitten and turned me? As in turned me into…you?"
"I don't know," Derek snaps, as if it hurts him to admit he is wrong. "Let's just bring you to Laura. She'll know." He said the last part determinedly, like he knew for a fact that this Laura would know, that she had to know. Which she kind of did. Because if she didn't, we were screwed.
"We're here," Derek says suddenly and I raise an eyebrow. We were in the middle of nowhere, at that old crappy house that looked like if you touched it, it would fall apart.
"You live here?" I ask incredulously, because if you are going to move somewhere new, wouldn't you move into a nice new house?
"It's my family house. I used to live here. I moved away when I was thirteen." His eyes glaze over for a moment and he gets a sad expression on his face and I know there's more to the story. I don't push it though, partly because I don't want to overstep my boundaries, and partly because my shoulder really fucking hurts.
"Oh. Well, would you mind letting me in so I don't bleed all over your precious car?" I think I liked him better when he was bipolar. At least then he was nice half the time. Now he was just a big grumpy wolf. A Sourwolf.
"Excuse me?" He raises an eyebrow and I realize I said that last part out loud. I simply shrug and rush to his house, hiding my flaming cheeks.
"Who's Laura?" I ask him and his head snaps towards me.
"How do you even know about Laura?" He asks suspiciously and I roll my eyes.
"Um, because you just said she would know what to do? Speaking of, is this going to take long, because I told my dad I would be home soon."
"Uh, why don't you just call him again and tell him you're staying over Scott's or something," Derek replies distractedly as he roots in his pocket for his keys.
"I can't," I say simply. He looks at me in confusion and I sigh. "Then, he'll have no one to make dinner for him. I can't let the poor guy starve." Derek stares at me for a couple seconds too long to be comfortable until he finally finds his keys.
"Uh," he clears his throat, tearing his green gaze away from me. He unlocks the door and calls for Laura, who he still hasn't told me who she was.
But as soon as she appears, I know. She has to be his sister. She's gorgeous, of course. Just like him. She actually looks just like him, except with a grin instead of his usual scowl.
"Well, well, well," she says, mischief clear in her throat. "First month here and you're already bringing boys home?" Derek stiffens and she laughs melodically. Then, she spots my shoulder. "Ow," she winces. "Got a little rough with the foreplay?"
Derek growls then. "No. I, uh, lost control." He looks down then, avoiding her eyes. "I bit him. Stiles. That's his name. I just wanted you to check it out."
The woman- Laura- clucks her tongue, but takes me by the arm, leading me into the kitchen. "We'll have a talk later," she says to Derek, her voice heavy with warning and promise.
"So, Derek wolfed out on you, huh?" She says to me, flicking a light on. "I hope you don't plan on telling anyone. Then, we'd have to kill you." Her face is hard and serious and I swallow loudly.
"Laura!" Derek yelps, shutting his eyes tightly.
"Relax," she laughs again, nudging him. "He knows I'm joking. Right, cutie? You look like you can take a joke."
"Oh, that's an understatement," Derek growls and I shoot him a confused look to which he colors and turns away. I make a mental note to ask him about that later.
"I won't tell," I say, surprised my voice doesn't shake at all. Actually, not that surprised. I'm used to strong personalities. My mother had one and I've been in love with Lydia for a while. If I can take her, I think I can take anybody. "If you guys answer all my questions, that is."
Laura grins at me, surprised by my boldness. That makes two of us.
"Sure, sure, sweetie. Let me just take a look at this. What happened, Derek? Why did you lose control?"
Derek shifts uncomfortably. "Um. I don't know." Except he does know. And so do I. And it was my fault. Oh, stupid, stupid, stupid. If I hadn't been so sensitive and cornered him, I would be at home right now, enjoying some TV. Oh, God, and the SciFi network was having a movie marathon tonight. Dad better record it on the DVR or I would-
"So, why didn't you just bring him to the hospital?' Laura questions, inspecting my wound. She washes it quickly, and looks up, expecting an answer.
"Well, I didn't know if I had, um, turned him," Derek coughs awkwardly. "Plus, I knew he would have questions and I thought you would be the best one to explain."
"I'm honored," she teases, rolling her eyes. "But you didn't turn him. You can't turn him unless you want to, unless you're purposely doing it. Let me clean it up and get it bandaged and then we'll talk." She rushes off to get her supplies, leaving me and Derek alone.
"I'm sorry," I mumble when the silence threatens to suffocate me. His head snaps up, eyebrows crinkled. "I made you lose control. I get under everybody's skin. I'm sure if everybody was a wolf, I would be dead by now." I grin at him, but he doesn't look amused. He looks really upset, actually.
"What do you mean, you'd be dead?" He asks lowly, dark gaze boring into me. I swallow heavily.
"Nothing. Just that I annoy everyone. You can, like, avoid me from now on, if you want," I stumble over my words, leaving awkward pauses where they shouldn't be. "I wouldn't want to make you… you know again."
"You don't annoy me," Derek says and I blink. Um, what?
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do." His face tightens.
"No. You don't." Frustrations flares up in me.
"Then why did I make you wolf out? Huh? And how come you're always shooting glares my way? Either that or those stupid fucking grins, which might even be worse, because I'm used to the glares, but those stupid smiles confuse me to no end." And there it is. Apparently, I'm emotionally unstable, because that is the second time today I have lost control and snapped at Derek. I sigh and go to apologize, but Derek beats me to it.
"You don't annoy me," he repeats. "You… frustrate me. I can never tell what you're thinking. Which is really strange, because you have one of the most expressive faces I have ever seen in my life. And your smells are a mess. And your heart. It is always beating so fast, I just can't get a read on you. You always smell like too much Adderall and caffeine- which probably isn't a good combo, by the way- nervousness, and arousal. I don't know what to think." I don't mention the fact that I probably only smell like arousal around him, because I'm too freaked out that he can apparently smell my emotions. Awesome.
"You can smell…arousal?" Is the thing that comes out of my mouth, which is so stupid, because there are so many other things I could have said.
"Yeah," he replies, staring at me. I swallow. He stares. I lick my lips. He stares. I clear my throat. He stares.
"Okay, here we go," Laura says as she prances into the room and we both look up guiltily, which is strange because we weren't doing anything to be guilty for. Except that we've gotten close throughout the course of this conversation. Really close. Derek takes a step back, silent.
Laura sprays some sort of medicine on my wound and I hiss, backing up. "Agh!" She rolls her eyes and quickly applies a bandage.
"Now, what are your questions?" She asks, pulling out three Cokes from the fridge behind her. I panic for a second and my eyes dart over to Derek, only to find he is already staring at me.
"Um, actually, I gotta get home. To my Dad. To make him dinner. Otherwise, he'll consume all the empty calories he can find.I'm gonna call Scott to pick me up." I try for a smile and Laura returns it. I immediately decide that 1. I like her better and 2. Derek really needs to smile more.
"Okay," she replies. "Some other time. Hopefully I'll see you soon?" She smiles again and she is like a beautiful angel. What else can I do but nod dumbly?
"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" She asks and I shake my head. I don't think I could take any more awkward.
"Bye," I say to her and she grins before walking into the living room with her drink. I turn to Derek again, his forest green eyes sad for some reason. "Um, bye Derek. I'll see you tomorrow?" He simply nods before following his sister.
I sigh before calling Scott quickly. I give him the SOS sign that he always sends me when he wants me to cover for him and Allison's dates. He says he'll be here soon.
And when he said soon, he really meant it. Within five minutes, he pulls up in the driveway in his mother's car.
"So, why are you at Derek's house again?" He asks, shooting me a confused puppy dog look.
"School project," I mumble and he accepts it and starts to pull away, already talking about Allison.
"Oh, shit," I mutter when I realize I left my jacket inside. "I'll be right back." I rush into the house to get it.
As soon as I get in the hallway, I snatch it up and go to leave. But I hear voices and me, being my curious self, stops to listen.
"So, that's him, huh?" That's Laura and she sounds like she is teasing Derek.
"What's that supposed to mean?" A grumbly voice asks. "No, you know what, I don't want to know. I'm going to bed." I hear footsteps and I quickly rush out the door, closing it quietly.
I hear more voices and my name and I sigh again, walking dejectedly back to Scott's car.
God dammit.
I really wish I had werewolf hearing.
One more note- In this chapter, Stiles begins to have a panic attack, but doesn't follow through. How I wrote him having it- having his heart speed up and it getting harder for him to breathe- is how I feel when I get attacks. I have not researched it to see if it differs for other people. Please don't get mad!
Also, please review! (Derek is giving you his puppy dog face.)
**I have fixed the errors in this chapter. Thank you for notifying me in your guys' reviews!**