Derek sat in his Camaro, parked outside Megra's grandmother's house. He made sure to park in the back to avoid any hunters that might be roaming in that area. His car was after all more than conspicuous. It was a small house with eggshell white outer walls and framed windows of the same colour. It was a two story house and relatively small with a porch outside and a reasonably sized yard.

The vintage look of the house reminded Derek of his own home, before it was burnt down and reduced to a mark of hate in the middle of the forest. He began to wonder why Megra hadn't even insisted on living with her grandmother. His eyes took in the sight of a lone tree in the backyard that held a lonely Tyre swing, a child's toy. Derek could only assume Megra used to visit her grandmother often before she was lost. He could only imagine the hurt of not being recognised by your own family, he felt that way once…when he used to visit his uncle at the hospital.

Derek was brought of his thoughts when he heard the back door of the house creak open. Meg walked out with a cardboard box that was heavy in size but she was carrying it easily. Derek leaned over and opened the door for her as Meg got in and rested the box in her lap before shutting the door of his car.

"The nurse Julie kept a bunch of my stuff in the attic, in case I came back, she is so nice." She explained before he even asked. He nodded in acknowledgement before starting the engine and steering the car out into the road.

"I have something for you in here." Megra chimed with a mirthful grin playing at her lips. Derek raised a sardonic brow.

"If you are planning to give me a soft toy to keep me warm at night—"

"No way am I giving anyone Mr. Patch." Derek smirked amused by the name she had blessed her toy with. She pulled out a dusty old bunny rabbit that had buttons for eyes and ears that didn't match his greying fur coat. He understood why she named him Patch –judging from the square shaped patch of pink cloth stitched to his smooth velvet stomach.

"No, I have something much better for you." Meg murmured secretively while balancing the box on her lap. Derek had half the mind to peer into the box and find out, but decided it would be against his nature to care about something so petty. So instead, he averted his gaze to the open road. Contemplating on what to buy for dinner since they completely missed lunch.

"Oh and I snagged some biscuits for you, I hope you like jam—"Meg blurted out fishing out a parcel from her jacket pocket, that fit her palm that she had wrapped in a thin white tissue paper. His gaze gleamed in amusement "I love jam, in fact I am going to take just one since I grabbed like five, oh and there is a chocolate biscuit in there somewhere too…"

Derek drowned out her rambling. Glancing at her with his heart experiencing that same warmth he felt when ever Meg acted her usual generous considerate way. Even though she did somewhat steal, no one had ever stolen for him before, it was admirable.

They sat on the floors of the basement with cartons of Chinese food and individual sodas cans between them. Megra was happily munching on her bucket of noodles with the chopsticks balanced between her slender fingers. Derek glanced at her slyly while chewing on a dumpling. He couldn't help but think she was always happy no matter what she did. Her merry nature was contagious and she made just the simple act of eating seem enjoyable.

"This is good noodles." Meg mused taking another mouthful and grinning in Derek's direction, he nodded wordlessly and she didn't seem to be put off by his silence. He liked that about her, most women would have been irked by his lack of words and expression but Megra wasn't. She seemed to accept him the way he is without judgement.

"I bet you are dying to know what I have for you in the box." She said eagerly, beaming at him.

"Not really." Derek muttered rummaging through his food with his chopsticks with his usual jaded look. Meg snickered.

"Lies, the curiosity are killing you."

"Curiosity killed the cat, not the wolf." He muttered factually while picking through the contents of his paper basket-box, she bit her lip in thought.

"So you really don't want to know?" Derek looked up to find her staring at him that puppy dog look he couldn't disappoint. He rolled his silver eyes before fixating on her.

"Fine, what is it?" He muttered, she grinned.

"HA! I knew you wanted to know—"she exclaimed pointing an accusing finger in his direction, her enthusiasm died down as she hummed merrily under her breath.

"Sorry old boy, you are just going to have to wait till I am done with my food." She dictated deviously. Derek shook his head silently at her antics, but the moment of peace among them instantly broke when Megra suddenly yelled out "Okay I am done!" before abandoning her empty box of noodles and then clambering to her feet and rushing towards her cardboard box.

She rushed to his side while clumsily carrying the box before dumping it in front of him and joining him on the floor, her entire body full of jitters as she sat waiting for him to open it.

"Open it!" she ordered full of enthusiasm which made Derek wonder just what was so fascinating in the box. Calmly he placed his container on the floor before turning to face her and the box in between them. Casually he lifted the lid and peered in side, confused by what he saw. It was a bundle up white net of some sort, with really thick rope of some kind. Meg was keenly watching his expressions. She was expecting glee but all she got was a raised eyebrow and a dubious look.

"You want me to catch fish?"He inquired uncertain. Meg smile fell at his words.

"Urgh no!" She cried out in frustration before yanking out the net and spreading out on the floor beside them. That's when Derek understood what it was. It was a Spreader-bar hammock with two wooden poles stretching out the body of the hammock and its loose ropes at both ends to tie it up to a tree.

"Look it's a hammock, a much better bed than that thing you have in there." She said splaying her small hands over the crotchet rope with a reminiscing daze in her eye "My grandpa bought it for me and we fixed it together, I used to take my afternoon naps in this when I stayed over at their place." She glanced at Derek from the corner of his eye, mistaking his look of surprise to displeasure.

"It may not look comfortable, but trust me it is the best sleeping experience you will ever have." She assured with her tender smile. He raised his gaze to meet hers still in awe at the fact that she brought her hammock for him to use, because she wanted him to have a more comfortable sleeping arrangement. Some part of him wanted to lash out to point out that he didn't need her pity or her help but this was just her way. If Meg wasn't helping him she would probably be helping some homeless guy on the street by buying them a meal.

"Thank you." He said still in a daze. The artless smile she gave him was nearly his undoing, and it dimpled both her radiant cheeks and lit her amber eyes.

"You are welcome." she said brightly holding his gaze. There was a magnetic charged silence between them, both equally entranced by each other. Derek could hear her heart beat slowly rising and her cheeks beginning to turn pink from his unwavering stare. She shifted her gaze to the hammock bashfully, clearing her throat softly.

"Hey we should set it up now, this is the fun part!" She insisted actively getting to her feet, grabbing the hammock in the process and dragging it behind her and towards the train. Derek stared after her, aware of the heavy thumping of his own heart. He knew he couldn't deny it any longer…what he felt for Megra Day was beyond platonic.

"I dare you to test it out." Megra challenged as they both stood admiring their work. They had tightened the ropes to the bars of the bag carriers above the seats on opposites sides. The hammock swung slightly, suspended in the air awaiting its guest. Derek glanced at Meg who grinned mirthfully, he glared at her.

"If I fall I am going to wrap you up in this thing and hang you outside." He threatened before approaching the hammock as Meg rolled her eyes behind his back at his feeble threat. Derek hesitantly sat down, relieved that the rope didn't give out under him. Meg was happy he didn't have to wrap her up and hang her outside like some fly caught in a spider's web.

"Ha see, if it can hold you it can hold anything." She commented pleased with herself, Derek looked at her inquiringly, unsure of her words and whether she was insinuating that he was heavier than an average person.

"And, it swings!" She exclaimed taking a seat beside him and gleefully swinging her legs back and forth causing the hammock to swing too.

"You are going to sleep like a baby tonight." She mused rocking back and forth with a soft smile on her lips. Derek looked to her from the corner of his eyes.

"Hey can we trade—"

"No." His blunt statement made her frown.

Megra brought her chin up a notch and crossed her arms over her chest, defensively "Humph, fine I don't need it anyway I have my awesome mattress which is stable and pleasantly lumpy." She boasted before getting to her feet and about to exit.

"We could always come to some sleeping arrangement." Derek suddenly said from his seat on the hammock. She turned to look at him with an inquiring gaze.

"Sleeping arrangement?" She echoed, Derek nodded and slowly got to his feet and began to approach her in leisurely tantalizing steps. Meg was taken back when Derek approached her, towering over her in his white wife beater that showed off his bulging biceps and broad shoulders. She tried her best to hold his gaze without letting her eyes wander. She tried to form some space between them but Meg found her retreat blocked by the edge of the steel door behind her

"Yea, we could…" He loomed over her, cornering her against the wall and Meg gulped from the closeness

"Share," He whispered low and huskily and she resisted the urge to shudder.

"Sh-sh-share?" She stammered out at his words that were etched in silken innuendo. Her heart was racing in her chest like a rabbit caught stealing carrots. Derek nodded with a wide wolfish grin that showed his pearly white teeth. He stared at her with his pale jade eyes gleaming in dangerous intelligence.

Derek loved the effect he had on her, the way she stared up at him all wide eyed and blanched. Her pink plump lips were trembling to forms words as she attempted to read his expression to whether he was serious or not, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander. What if they did share a bed? He wondered how things would turn out.

She watched him with those ample eyes for a moment before nervously asking "Y-you are joking right?"

Derek wanted to keep his playful teasing going but listening to her heart beat, the way it thudded so loudly he was afraid she might go into cardiac arrest. So instead he showed a cynical smile full of mockery that jutted her out of her initial shock. She sighed in relief before giving him an eye roll.

"You are a cruel, vicious human being." She hissed glaring up at him, Derek chuckled under his breath.

"That's the thing; I am not a human being." He murmured.

"Fine… cruel and vicious werewolf then."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked and took a step back allowing her room to breathe, Meg scoffed.

"Take it however you wish, I am going to sleep—in my own bed!" She stated with an almost business like air before stomping out of his train and heading towards her bunk bed. Derek stared after her with a smile of faint amusement before turning away and heading to his new hammock.

Once she was out of his sight. Meg began to furiously pat at her face to rid of the smile that refused to disappear and her cheeks that were growing red. She couldn't believe what just happened, it was almost like he was making a move on her. Meg knew he was only doing that to tease her but why did it leave her feeling like this. She could still feel her heart pounding and her thoughts racing.

That look in his eyes, she couldn't forget it, it was undoing. She practically skipped towards the bathroom.