Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Nineteen

"-Mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth..." he cut himself off glancing down as he overheard the yawn coming from the girl beside him.

They were in his house in California, but not in Beacon Hills.

He was sat up against his couch with a book in hand whilst his other hand was sprawled across the back of it. Margo had her legs thrown over the back of it and her back was resting on the seats of it with her head hanging off. Her eyes were drooping, but she was fighting against it to prevent herself from falling asleep.

"You falling asleep there?" He asked, his brows rising and she narrowed her eyes through the sleep.

"No. I'm listening to your...." she thought about it for a second, "intellectually stimulating book," she mused a small smug smile forming on her lips as she rolled her legs down and twisted so that she could rest her head on his lap. "Come on then, keep going," she ordered.

He rolled his eyes out of amusement but did regardless, "she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs Reed's lace frills, and crimped her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taken from old fairy tales and other ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) from the pages of..." he stopped as he heard a change in a heartbeat and he glanced down to see that she'd fallen asleep regardless.

A small tug pulled on his lips as he fought the smile but he found it overcoming him regardless. For once in his miserable life, everything felt right and perfect and that little spark of joy managed to ignite within his soul again.

"Well?" Scott asked as he looked over at the sleeping woman through the window of the room. You could see the faint sign of the bandages and the gauze poking out from the hospital gown. Her hair was a tattered mess from being under the hospital cap during surgery and everything else.

It was the next morning.

Noah was sat in the hospital room beside her with his hand on her own whilst Stiles, Scott, Derek and Derek were hovering outside. Melissa often came to check up on them as well. After the surgery, she had yet to wake up and due to that everyone was waiting for any sign. Scott and Derek had only just gotten there after getting away from Deaton.

"The doc said she's going to be okay and that as far as they're aware no permanent damage was done. They said it wouldn't have been as bad if the alcohol hadn't thinned her blood out. She was lucky," Stiles said as he fiddled with the keys to his jeep. There were patches under his eyes from the lack of sleep and he had yet to take his eyes away from his sister. "She should wake up today."

Scott nodded as they turned their focus back onto Margo. It seemed so much more real now that they were witnessing someone who they cared about hurt. Everything felt like a day void of happiness and joy and replaced with a sick sadness. Like a day without birds and sun and nothing but clouds and rain.

"I'm going to kill that hunter," Derek growled his hands clenching tighter against themselves. He had his arms crossed and his shoulders tense from the cocktail of anger and anxiety which filled him. Just once, something was supposed to go well. Just once. Yet he was stood seeing another person he cared about in a position which could have been fatal. Which could have ended up like Paige.

"Well maybe if you stuck to the plan instead of showing off to the hunters as per usual..." Stiles cut in and Derek whipped his head around to look at the boy.