EPILOGUE!

Sequel anyone?

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SSC

Meg wasn't the type to be jittery. Hyperactive tendencies and being a bundle of nerves were two totally different things. But ever since Derek and Meg had been going out –two weeks and a half to be exact— she was anxious about meeting her friends later on. She felt guilty about not telling Erica, Boyd or Isaac about her new relationship with their Alpha. She never liked keeping secrets they always tore people apart.

Megra was proud of herself for being one of those people who bottled up feelings and thoughts. She preferred to be open about her life but it wasn't just her life anymore. Even though Derek didn't exactly tell her he did hint that he preferred no one knew about them being a couple.

Meg practically swooned on the spot at the thought of a very attractive werewolf she was living with. It's been a while since she admitted it but Meg was happy. That worried her even more. She knew happiness was fleeting but at the same time she knew how to enjoy herself while she had the chance.

Derek and Meg weren't the steamiest couple in Beacon Hills. In fact they haven't had a proper kiss since that night of the storm.

Meg knew she should be slightly worried but she was fine with it. She felt faint just holding his hand. The thought of kissing him again made her heart race frantically threatening to go into cardiac arrest. In his small ways he did show affection. The way he would tuck back a strand of her hair from her face, or intertwined their fingers together, like he did last night after they watched that movie in the cinema. Sure they had to sneak in through the back but hey what's romance without a little adventure?

She was no currently in the cafeteria with her pack. Isaac, Boyd and Erica were having a heavy discussion about a topic that Meg should be a part of but she kept zoning in and out of the conversation. She was never the multitasking type, especially when her thoughts were occupied by Derek's handsome face.

She took a deep breath.

Play it cool. They haven't suspected anything so let's keep it that way. She reminded herself.

"I don't know, what do you think Meg?" Isaac asked and all eyes fell on her, awaiting her opinion.

"It's not my fault, okay!"She exclaimed startling herself and everyone on the table. They watched as she jumped to her feet, abandoning her tray of food and rushed out of the canteen. There was a surprised silence in the air around them before they began to exchange looks.

"What is wrong with her?" Isaac inquired nudging his thumb in the direction Meg zoomed off to.

"What is right with her?" Erica scoffed going back to picking at her nails. Boyd began to chuckle from beside her.

"What is left of her?" He blurted out. Realising he was the only one laughing at the table he sighed and began to play with the straw of his juice box.

"Yeah I should stop hanging out with Meg."He mumbled regretfully under his breath. Erica and Isaac nodded in agreement.

Derek glanced at Megra from the corner of his eyes while driving his Camaro. Her fingers were drumming against her knees, one of her nervous tendencies, and also she was a lot less chatty which irked him. He coolly turned his forward, on to the stretch of road. He was contemplating on whether not to ask her.

"So you were weirdly quiet, Erica didn't promise to give you a Snickers bar if you kept quiet for a day again did she?" Derek still smiled remembering that day. Megra was animatedly pointing at herself and using her arms to help him realise what Erica had dared her to do and that was such a peaceful day.

"What, no I didn't take your pudding cup." She exclaimed alarmed.

"What?" He gave her an incredulous look.

"What?"

Derek rolled his eyes at her sheepish nature and parked the car. Megra's first reaction was to ask him why he was stopping in the middle of the road but then looking out her side of the window. She was already at the station.

"Alright what's wrong?" He demanded turning his attention to her. She sank into her seat.

"Nothing is wrong, why do think something is wrong? Everything is great—what's for dinner?"

"What makes you think I bought dinner?"

"But it's your duty to feed me!"She pouted. Derek shook his head in disbelief.

"You are avoiding the topic," He stated in a gentle chiding tone. She sighed and glanced out the window before looking to him. Contemplating on whether to tell him or not.

"You really want to know?" She asked.

"Yes..?" Derek began to wonder just what happened today to make her act all nervous.

"Ha you are not sure!" She retorted pointing an accusatory finger at him. Derek gave her a flat stare.

"Just tell me, Meg."

"I am a terrible liar," She admitted. Derek resisted the urge to smile. She looked adorable all puffy cheeked and disappointed with herself discovery.

"Yes I am aware," He replied. She stared at him confused.

"You are aware that I am a terrible liar?"

"Yes,"

"And yet you think I can keep this secret?"

"What secret?"

"You know…us…on the down low?" She whispered all shifty eyed, Derek scoffed.

"The down low?" He echoed, a smirk pinching his lips forming dimples.

"KEEP UP WITH ME HALE!" Meg exclaimed aggravated. Practically threatening to rip off the arm rests.

"So you don't want to keep us a secret?" He asked once she cooled down. Meg shrugged lowering her gaze.

"Well it's not that, I mean I feel like they are going to find out eventually and I just don't want them to find out and then get mad at me for not telling them before hand." She mumbled under her breath.

"Especially Erica, you know how dramatic she can be," She added before looking up at Derek who seemed to be contemplating her words.

"Yeah I know," He muttered. Meg heaved a heavy breath.

"So…what should I do?" she asked looking for guidance. Derek rubbed his chin in though.

"Well I didn't really want you to keep it a secret because I didn't want the rest of the pack finding out. I wanted you to keep it a secret to protect you,"

"From the hunters?" She inquired. He nodded.

"Yes, if they find out about us…well let's just say you are going to be a bigger target than before."

"Because you care about me."

"Exac—" Derek immediately bit his tongue but the large grin that crept on to her lips. He knew she heard.

"HA!" She taunted with a proud lift of her chin and glittering eyes.

"You need to decide and then be aware of the consequences too." He stated after a moment. Trying to ignore the creeping sensation of a blush rising to his cheeks, the alpha does no blush.

"So basically you are being reasonable so I don't go tell them because if I do then you will have to deal with the awkwardness, the knowing stares and blah—"

"That too," He added. She smiled and shook her head amused.

"Fine I won't say anything, but if they do find out and decide to confront me I am totally blaming it all on you." She noted before opening the door on her side and getting out of the car.

"How is this, my fault?" He asked after he stepped out of his car and shut the door before looking to her over the roof of his car. Meg was adjusting hr bag strap over her shoulder.

"Because I am the innocent seventeen year old you seduced with take out and—"

"A gorgeous smile?"

"Ye—"Meg silenced herself and glared at Derek who was grinning in triumph.

"Damn you," She muttered and he chuckled low and dark, sending shudders through her body. Meg pushed away the sensation and walked around the car to him.

"And to answer your previous question, we have fish and chips for dinner." Derek said as he walked up to her side, Meg was smiling. Not that she loved fish and chips with a passion but because Derek had laced his fingers through hers for a brief moment when he spoke before walking ahead of her.

"Honestly the movie wasn't that bad," Meg argued with a shrug of her shoulders. They were currently standing by the make shift table talking about the movie.

"It was terrible!"

"That's an exaggeration, the jokes were hilarious the action was awesome and Rihanna's acting wasn't bad." Meg stated. Derek scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It was so unrealistic," He grumbled and a disbelieving smile stretched across her lips.

"Oh yes and you turning into a wolf man is sooo realistic," She retorted sarcastically. Derek narrowed his gaze down at her as she continued to grin in triumph.

"You believe in aliens?" He asked, curiously.

"Of course, there must be intelligent out there in the universe." She replied enthusiastically.

"Well I know there isn't any here." He muttered with a sly smirk pinching his lips.

"Aw, you don't have to so harsh on yourself, I think you are smart." She said in a teasing soon that made his smirk waver.

"Why don't you believe in aliens?" she asked this time. Derek shrugged.

"I just think it's a delusion that people came up with because they are afraid of the possibility, that we might be the only planet with life."

"You are such a Negatron."

"Why do you believe in them?" He countered. She grinned and he knew she was just waiting for him to ask that question.

"The universe is so vast. It's hard to believe that we are all alone. They might not even be super advanced like Hollywood exaggerates, maybe they are just like us… except with four arms and two heads, oh my gosh that would be so cool! Think of all the multitasking I could do." Meg said all starry eyed and awing at the possibilities. Derek watched her space out for a moment before scoffing and adding.

"You are deluded, "

"I prefer the term, hopeful." She said with a firm nod and a smile. He smirked shaking his head in disbelief, she always had something to say. There was a short silence between them. Meg got all shifty eyed and started swinging back and forth on her feet.

"So, I guess I better head off to bed." She mumbled, Derek glanced down at his watch. It was already nine in the night, and time always flies when she's around.

"Same here," He said. Meg glanced up at him and smiled.

"I have to get up early tomorrow for class anyway, I am planning on gluing all of Mr. Harris's stuff to the table." Derek resisted the urge to chuckle at the mental image.

"Why?" He asked more than curious for her reasons to want to do something as risky as gluing a teacher's stuff to a table.

"He is mean to Stiles and I need to brush up on my pranks before April." Was her answer, Derek wasn't surprised. He just hoped he was spared with April came around.

"Well, good night." She said about to leave. Derek nodded in response.

"Good night." He said. Meg seemed to hesitate for a moment and Derek knew that he should give her a good night kiss. Maybe she was expecting one, he was tempted to kiss her all day but he couldn't bring himself to. Maybe it was because Meg hadn't thrown any hints at him to and he was comfortable with it too.

Suddenly Meg leaned up on her tip toes and pressed a warm chaste kiss to the side of his face. It was for a second because the next moment she was running away in the direction of the bathroom, yelling.

"I regret nothing!" Derek stared after her, speechless.

Lightning flashed illuminating the room. Meg curled up under her blanket but the fear would not fade. The storm came so suddenly and she hated it, more than that she hated the fact that lightning still had that effect on her.

When will it go away? She thought gloomily, she knew she wouldn't get any sleep as long as she was alone and near the window. She thought about moving the bed further away but that might disturb Derek.

Hmm, I wonder if he is asleep.

Slowly and silently she crept out of her bed in her loose, foot length pajamas and tank top. She got the threshold of the train door and hesitated. Derek was known for his alertness so she didn't want to be the one to wake him up, but then lightning struck again threateningly…or was it encouragement?

Against her better judgment. Megra gently slide open the door and stepped inside. The room was dark but once she adjusted to the darkness, Megra could see Derek sleeping within the hammock, facing up. She stood beside him. Staring down at him and the inevitable thoughts crossed her mind.

Now what?

"Meg?" she tensed when Derek stirred awake. Staring up at her with confused silver eyes that gleamed in the dark.

"Hey…" she greeted with a queasy smile.

Derek's dark brows furrowed in question. He was about to ask her what was wrong when he heard the rumbling of thunder, it dawned to him.

"I am sorry I'll just uh—"

"No wait," He protested and she halted, Meg watched startled as Derek shifted to his left on the hammock so there was room on the right side. Enough for one person to fit in. Meg watched him unsurely and with a heavy blush colouring her cheeks. She was grateful it was dark but the pounding of her heart could only be hidden for so long.

"Well hurry up before I change my mind." Derek snapped impatiently. She jolted out of her thoughts and nodded with a sheepish smile and awkwardly sat down before laying back. Derek had pulled back his blanket so she wouldn't get tangled up in it. He watched amused as she tried to make herself comfortable by squirming, but then she found a comfort in lying on her side facing him. He threw the warm blanket over them before settling down as well. He tried to drift off to sleep, but her prickling stare was unavoidable.

"Why are you still awake?" Derek murmured after a moment feeling her staring.

"Why are you so comfortable with this?" She pondered while admiring the length of his inky lashes.

"You are the one who came in here," He muttered.

"Yeah well I was going to sleep on one of those chairs. I didn't expect you to invite me on to your hammock," His eyelids swept open at her words, watching her with gleaming pale eyes.

"Do you not appreciate my kindness because you can always go back to your—"

"No no, I like it here." She cut in hastily.

"Good." He said before attempting to sleep again. Meg smiled before closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep too, but it was easier said than done.

"I can't sleep." She mumbled.

"Count sheep," He murmured dazedly.

"I can't, I usually end up getting distracted and start counting pigs and then chickens. I end up with an entire farm and before I know it I am quoting Babe."

"Not my problem."

"Of course it is, because if I don't fall asleep neither do you." Derek groaned exasperated by her words. His eyes shot open once more to glare at her.

"You are unbelievable," He growled.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She replied, grinning cheekily.

"Hey Derek,"

"hmm?"

"Who was your first kiss with?" He was surprised by her question.

"Someone I don't like to remember." He said. Meg immediately caught when his tone turned irritated.

"Oh her…was it good?"

"What do you mean?" He asked. His anger dialing down when he met Meg's wide eyed amber stare.

"You know, what did it feel like?" Derek began to wonder if her questions had to do something with a woman's competitive nature. But he could sense no such thing in her gaze, she was genuinely curious.

"Back then it felt great, now I just get disgusted." He admitted. She nodded in understanding, giving him a sympathetic look.

"Oh, that bad huh."

"What about you?" He asked.

"My first kiss?" He nodded. In the back of his mind he already played a little scenario in his head where Meg would shyly admit that he was her first kiss.

"Remember Bobby?"

"The guy who compared his head to Mount Everest?" He asked the fantasy completely leaving his mind as he tried not to show his disappointment.

"Aw you do pay attention," She mused happily, resisting the urge to pinch his cheek.

"He was the only one I hung out with in Colorado, since I never got along with the other girls, anyway so we were leaving the video game store together and just when we were about to part ways he grabs me, kisses me and then runs off."

"He ran away, that bad huh." He replied mimicking the jab she made not a minute ago. She caught on to his jest and narrowed her eyes and he grinned proudly.

"You are so funny," She grumbled only causing his smile to widen.

"What happened next?"

"I went over to his house the next day to ask him about it, but then turns out he had moved and that with me at the video game store was his last day in Colorado." Derek could tell she was trying to hide it but his abrupt departure had shocked her.

"And you haven't seen him since?" He inquired. She shook her head.

"Nope, but he did call me, it was actually just the day before I decided to move here, he was the one who convinced me to go, he told me I needed to be in a place where I belonged."

"You took his advice?"

"Aren't you glad I did?" He was very glad, but it wasn't like he was going to admit it.

"In a way I was glad he left, I mean he was a great friend and all but I was never good at rejecting people and if he told me he had feelings for me and asked me out, I could never bring myself to break his heart." She said with a hapless shrug as Derek listened intently.

"So in short my first kiss was completely unexpected, awkward and left me feeling violated." She added quietly.

"What about the ones after?" she looked up at him from underneath her raven lashes with a meaningful stare. He was entranced.

"Major improvement." She whispered, even though it was for a second he saw the way her gaze fell to his lips before looking to him again. There was a moment of magnetic charged air before she averted her gaze, blushing furiously.

"So…weird weather we are having huh?" She spoke trying to sooth away the awkwardness.

"It's been like this for the past week," Derek said.

"Well tonight it's worse than usual," She muttered.

"How did you manage to sleep before?" He asked curiously, it made no sense to why she decided to come into his room tonight. At his question Megra wanted to look away but he seemed to almost demand his attention from the way his eyes were fixated on her.

"I…I listened to the sound of your heart beat." Derek was taken aback by her words. He was not expecting her honest confession.

"You have a very strong heart." She added meekly. He stared, his control for the past two weeks instantly dissolving. She held his gaze her cheeks flushed and not turning away.

In the next moment Derek had raked his fingers through her loose curls, pulling her to him. Meg didn't resist though her eyes widened in each movement he made. He brought her close till their noses were touching. He searched her eyes for a second before pressing his lips against hers.

Megra's lashes fluttered over her high cheek bones and this time she knew to react faster. Her palms fell on to his chest on instinct and felt warm skin, she hadn't even realise he was shirtless. He shuddered under her touch and she never knew she could cause such a reaction from someone like Derek, she liked it.

His other arm snaked under her side and behind her back, pushing her so she was flush against his broad chiselled body. His fingers gripped her hair almost possessively but not to hurt as they kissed. His kiss was hungry and demanding and ignited strange warmth in her that she had never experienced before. Meg's hands moved up to his face cupping his jaw feeling the stubble under her finger tips.

The feel of her hands on his face, so small and attentive made him realise how passionately he was kissing her, it was way too fast for a second kiss and he didn't want to rush, not with her. Even though every bone in his body was begging him not to stop. He fought back his own rising lust and slowed down, his grip on her hair lessening. He slowly trailed his hands down her face and to her, sliding his hand under her hair on to the nape of her neck.

They pulled away, both breathing equally hard. Meg opened her eyes slowly and stared up at Derek dazedly. He watched her with eyes heavy lidded in passion and an even stronger possessive emotion that sent shiver down her spine. Meg braved a smile and Derek returned it with one his signature half-grins. No more words were uttered after that, the kiss had left Megra in such a daze her mind was practically begging for sleep. She cuddled in to his warm chest and Derek brought the blanket further up, over her bare shoulders.

"Sweet dreams Grumpy Growls."

"Don't call me that," He muttered. She beamed suppressing a laugh.