Title: Why Were You Not Built For Wonder
Genre: Television
Series: Teen Wolf
Characters: Lydia Martin, Derek Hale, Scott McCall
Spoilers: Season 3
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Prompt: Scott makes Lydia and Derek to a trust exercise... since all they do to fight and snark at one another.

"Look, I get it, there's history there. I need you guys to work together, though. You're the best of my pack, the brains and the brawn. I can't win this fight without you both."

Lydia sometimes hated just how damn earnest Scott could be. He'd look at her with his dark eyes and the sheer goodness of him shined out at her. He made it impossible for her to be selfish.

"Fine," she decided, crossing her arms and pursing her lips, glaring at Derek just over Scott's shoulder. "What do you need me to do?"

"Derek?"

"You're my alpha, Scott." It was the only answer Derek could give.

"I know you two don't trust each other. I know you both don't trust anyone, and I don't blame you. I was thinking, some trust exercises? Just to start the ball rolling."

"A trust fall? Really, Scott?" Derek asked, unable to keep the grin off his face.

"How many Judd Apatow movies have you been watching lately? This will not end well."

"Look, I have to go. Please, try it for me? For the pack?"

They wait until he leaves before speaking again.

"How are we doing this?"

"It's not like I can catch you, so I guess you're catching me," Lydia decided. "Table?"

Derek shrugged and gestured for her to climb up. "After you, princess."

Of course once she was up there, he was eye level with the end of her skirt and he couldn't help but notice the flirty way her skirt hem caressed her thighs. He slid his gaze upward and met her glare, though her painted lips were curved with amusement. "Don't scuff my shoes, they're Ferragamo."

"Just fall already so we can honestly say that we've done this."

"How about I climb back down and we just say we did it?"

"I cannot lie to my Alpha," Derek answered, uncrossing his arms and gesturing for her to get on with it.

"You can't, I can."

"Just do it, Lydia."

"I don't want to."

Derek cocked his head to the side, he didn't need werewolf hearing to note the small note of uncertainty in her statement. "You're afraid I won't catch you."

"I'm not afraid you won't catch me."

"Prove it."

She turned her back to him, the move so snappy that her skirt flared and actually sliced across his cheekbone. He ignored the small flash of lacey pink underneath and braced himself, though she barely made a dent in his strength when she gracefully slid backwards into his arms. He cradled her instinctively, around her back and knees, and looked down at her with a small smile and a quirked eyebrow. "That wasn't so hard, was it, princess?"

"Put me down," she demanded, ignoring that her arms were wrapped around his very broad shoulders.

"Uncomfortable?"

"I spend enough of my leisure time in the arms of a werewolf. I have other hobbies to indulge," Lydia replied, forcing herself to unclench her nails from his shoulders and press herself away from him.

"It's been a while since I held an attractive woman in my arms. Maybe I need to start a new hobby," Derek mused aloud, refusing to acknowledge that he'd somehow gone from snarling at her to flirting.

"Well, I don't want to participate. Tell your Alpha we did what he wanted. I have research to do," Lydia announced as her feet finally found the floor again. She snagged her bag and headed for the door, pausing only when Derek spoke again.

"I'll volunteer for your hobby if you volunteer for mine."

She left without replying.