Chapter 6: Will resist you.

Danny wakes up slowly, exhaustion still very much holding him, and realizes he's in bed. His bed actually, he recognizes the smell of his shampoo in the warmth of the pillow he's resting on and he sees his desk in front of his bed through blurry eyes. He stretches and lingers in the comfort of his plush sheets, shutting his eyes and grabbing his pillow, planning on sleeping some more. But then images flash through his mind. An old house. Burnt walls. A strange man attacking him violently. He sits up, reaching for his shoulders instinctively and cringes at the pain the sudden movement stirs up. His heart rate has picked up at the sudden movement to compensate the head rush. He can see and feel scars, superficial scars where the metal rods were. He remembers the excruciating pain, he remembers the blood flowing down his arms, he remembers screaming his lungs out and his sore throat can attest to that. So it did happen. It wasn't a nightmare, he was kidnapped. Damn it, he could've actually died.

Then why didn't he? How is he still alive? Alive and well too, apart from the tiny scars and the remaining pain, Danny is far better he should be, considering the wounds he was afflicted with-he's even wearing clean clothes, a white tee and another pair of briefs. Someone changed his clothes and Danny doesn't know whether he should worry about that. All of the blood has been cleaned from his skin and he can smell alcohol, relieved that his wounds were at least cleaned decently.

"How are you feeling?"

Danny startles and turns to the voice on his right. Derek. Of course. Danny should've known the mysterious man had something to do with his abduction. Derek's staring at him from the side, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. But Danny would've remembered Derek stabbing him; it wasn't Derek, it was someone else. Danny's still a little fuzzy on the details though.

"What are you doing here?" Danny asks painfully, his throat extremely dry, standing up from the bed when he suddenly feels lightheaded and sees black. He feels strong arms wrapping around his middle right when his legs give out under him and can't help but notice how enticing Derek's scent is, how familiar it feels. He blinks several times, trying to see clearly but his sight is all blurry and the dizziness won't go away. He must've lost a lot of blood, he's probably in hypotension, hence the feeling of imminent fainting.

"You shouldn't have tried getting up, you're still weak after all the blood you lost," Danny hears a soft, concerned voice, somehow sounding funny coming from the broody man Derek seems to be. He feels cold glass in his left hand and warm fingers maneuvering his own to hold the glass.

"Here, drink this," Derek says and Danny does so, thankful for the cool water.

"Thanks," Danny mumbles, giving the glass back to Derek who is still supporting his weight with his arm wrapped around Danny's waist, one of Danny's arms draped over Derek's broad shoulders.

"You haven't answered my question," Danny reminds Derek. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you back," Derek answers him and that only covers one of the million questions Danny has.

Danny shuts his eyes and more images flash through his mind, trying as best as he can to focus on them. His heart doesn't slow down as he relives through what happened to him and he remembers how it happened. He was in bed when he was taken; he remembers a firm hand applying what he assumes was chloroform over his mouth and nose. He was in bed, with Jackson. Jackson. Danny hopes he's all right, he hadn't even thought about it.

"Jackson, I need to check on him," Danny says and looks around the bedroom for his phone, finding the task quite difficult given his state. "He was with me before I was kidnapped."

Danny hears a growl coming from the man beside him, the sound sending shivers down his back. Danny shouldn't be able to pick up on that, but it sounds like jealousy, he's almost sure that's what the growl is about. Jackson was right. Derek is jealous and Danny doesn't know how to feel about that. What right does Derek have to feel jealous anyway? He and Derek are not in a relationship, they don't actually know each other and Danny just escaped from a death situation he's pretty certain Derek was involved in.

He breaks away from Derek's grasp and falls to the floor, crawling as best as he can until he does find his phone and he scrolls through his contacts list until he gets to Jackson's number.

"Why do you care so much about him, huh?" Danny hears Derek say spitefully as he helps Danny get back up on his feet.

"Why do you care?" Danny shoots back as he taps on the call button, relieved when Jackson picks up immediately.

"Dan! Dan, are you okay?" his best friend sounds panicked; Danny can hear him breathing heavily over the phone. Danny climbs back into his bed, still feeling incredibly weak, ignoring Derek's figure hovering above him.

"I'm all right," Danny reassures his best friend, rolling onto in his back, covering his eyes with an arm.

"You're back home, right? When I woke up you were gone and your phone was still on your night stand so you must be home, right? You didn't leave any message and you didn't take your shoes, your car was still in the garage, your hadn't taken your keys and I looked everywhere for you and the police said you couldn't file a missing person report until after 48 hours—"

"Jacks," Danny interrupts his best friend who can't stop talking—that's what fear and stress will do to Jackson—feeling terrible that he had to go through such a painful moment. "Jacks, I'm okay, really. Do you want me to come over?"

"You're not going anywhere," Derek says, taking the phone right out of his hand.

"Hey! That's not your decision to make," Danny protests, sitting up but Derek pushes him back down gently with one hand on his chest and, after letting out a defeated sigh, Derek hands him back his phone.

"Look, you're too weak to move, you're still healing," Derek says with a gentler tone, his God damn blue eyes somehow softening as they peer into Danny's, causing all of the anger Danny just felt drain out of him. Danny curses himself for being so responsive to Derek, he hates being this vulnerable and weak around the man. "Just…"

Derek takes a deep breath, his eyes shut and his marred with a frown. "Just tell him to come over," Derek finishes, as though the words required an incredible effort on his part. And perhaps it did, Danny thinks.

"Dan? Dan what's going on?" Danny hears Jackson's muffled voice from his phone, bringing his attention back to his friend.

"Jacks, could you come over instead? I'll explain everything," Danny says, even though he wouldn't have much to explain, considering he doesn't know much anyhow.

"I'm already on my way, see you in a few," Jackson replies and hangs up, leaving Danny alone again with Derek—speaking of whom, when Danny looks back at him, Derek lies beside him on the bed and takes him in his arms, hugging him tightly to his chest. Danny lets himself be handled by the other man, too tired to do much anyway and the way Derek holds him feels too good to fight it.

"I'm so sorry," Derek whispers, his breath tickling Danny's neck. "I never wanted you to get caught up in my mess."

I'm so sorry. Danny remembers the words, remembers the voice, the despair and the feel of hands on his face. Derek was there. He was in the house, where Danny was held captive and tortured. He remembers more clearly now, his kidnapper's face, his silence before Danny's questions, his phone call to Derek before he violently stabbed him in the shoulders.

Danny shifts on the bed, rolling on his other side to face Derek, whose gaze is so intense Danny feels like Derek can see into his very own soul.

"You owe me some explanations, I'd like to hear them," Danny asks him, thinking now is the perfect time for Derek to explain everything. He doesn't know where Jackson is, but surely it will take his best friend some time to get to his house. "What happened to me?"

"I guess I'd better start by telling you about me," Derek breathes out, his eyes still fixed on Danny, his hand on Danny's cheek, his thumb stroking soothing circles on his skin. It's such an intimate moment, something Danny never dreamt he'd live to experience. He admonishes himself for falling for the distraction. He turns his head away from Derek's hand but in vain, Derek won't quit it, his hand not leaving Danny's face. Danny gives up, meeting Derek's gaze again and tries to ignore the hurt he sees in Derek's eyes.

"I'm a werewolf," Derek whispers, his face dead serious.

Danny remains silent, not sure what to say or even think. There's no such thing, there's no supernatural in this world, there can't be. In Danny's world, everything is ruled by logic, physics, and chemistry, not magic or anything of the likes. Derek must be messing with him, this just can't be true. And still, Danny somewhat knows Derek's telling the truth.

"Danny?" Derek says his name worriedly; thumb having stopped moving but his hand still resting on Danny's face.

"You're a werewolf," Danny mutters, avoiding Derek's gaze, looking down at their tangled legs and wondering when they came to intertwine like this, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes."

"And you're wanted by the entire state because…"

"Scott McCall put the blame on me, for something I didn't do," Derek explains, moving his hand down to Danny's neck. "My sister was killed, I came back into town looking for her murderer."

"Why would he do that? How do you even know him?" Danny asks him,

Derek spends a good ten minutes telling Danny his story and Danny listens—he's a good listener—filling in the blanks in his mind, everything falling into place. Derek tells him about the Hale house accident years ago, the young woman who was found dead in the woods, Scott's being a werewolf, all the recent animal attacks, Jackson's neck wound but most importantly, Derek's uncle, the alpha or whatever. Danny's abductor and assailant, the one responsible for all the deaths in town, the one who wounded Derek so badly the other night. Danny can only imagine what a terrible life Derek's had to live so far. Danny can hardly believe everything he's told, cannot believe how all that happened while he was leading his life as carefree as ever.

"What did he want with me?" Danny asks about Derek's uncle, the reason why he got kidnapped still unclear to him.

"He used you to get to me," Derek replies, his face is guilt-ridden and Danny wishes he could make it go away. Inching closer, Danny presses their foreheads together and presses a kiss on Derek's lips, rediscovering the thrill of the touch, eliciting a soft moan from the other man. This is just Danny's way of telling Derek he forgives him—even if Derek is not to blame for what happened to him—his way of thanking Derek for taking care of him—and Danny blushes as he realizes Derek has seen him naked.

He doesn't want Derek in his life though; Danny's already made up his mind about that. Even if he does know Derek a little bit better now, Danny can't afford to keep Derek as part of his entourage. He wants to live a normal life, not a dangerous one, he doesn't think he can handle living in a supernatural world with werewolves and God knows what else.

"You should go," Danny says softly, pulling away from Derek who seems reluctant to let go of him, Derek's legs clenching Danny's in a firm grip.

"I don't want to leave you," Derek's voice breaks, his eyes look so sad it tears Danny's heart apart. He doesn't really want Derek to leave either, truthfully. Nevertheless, Danny's determined, he doesn't want anything to do with Derek, much less a relationship with him—even if he actually wants it—and he will fight until the end to prevent that. He doesn't want a life ridden with fear and worries about the police or psychotic alpha werewolves. He wants to be a normal teenager; he wants to worry about his SATs, about college, med school and so on.

"Why are you so attached to me?" Danny asks the question he's been keeping in mind the whole time. Derek has been so possessive, his inexplicable jealousy making things really awkward for Danny. It's almost creepy how Derek is attached to him. "I mean, you barely know me, I'm just a kid."

"You're not just any kid," Derek counters. "You're…"

Derek stops himself midsentence, looking hesitant, leaving Danny puzzled.

"I'm what?"

Before Derek can answer him, the door to Danny's bedroom opens and Danny sees Jackson barge in, his face flushed and his chest heaving quickly. Jackson frowns and his jaw clenches as he looks at them, his eyes looking back and forth between Danny and Derek until they settle on glaring solely at the other man in Danny's bed.

"You," Jackson points at Derek, marching menacingly towards him. It all feels déjà vu, Jackson and Derek fighting over him, and Danny is tired of this charade. "I knew you were behind his disappearance, just stay away from Danny!"

"Jacks, calm down," Danny says and tries to sit up again, regretting his action as he feels the head rush coming back. Derek lays him back down gently on the bed and stands up.

"Did he hurt you? Dan, are you okay?" Jackson asks him, his hands curled up in fists.

"Rest," Derek whispers in his ear before leaving a quick peck on his cheek, the affectionate kiss causing Danny's heart to skip a beat.

"Believe what you want, but I would never want to hurt him," Derek tells Jackson and leaves the room after one last longing glance at him, a longing glance that Danny doesn't a give damn about. Nope. It doesn't affect him how much Derek cares about him and he certainly doesn't feel Derek's emotions through every eye contacts.

"What the hell's going on, Dan?" Jackson demands as he approaches his bed, still trying to catch his breath. "Where were you?"

"You better sit down."

tbc...

I have an idea about how to develop the characters' relationships but other than that, plot-wise, I don't know where I'm going. I'm thinking about how to expand this story's world to the rest of the show's characters. I'll have to do that eventually.

Next: more Jackson. And I want to bring in Stiles too, we'll see.

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