Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Forty-Six

Opening the door to the loft as quietly as he could, Derek stepped in before shutting the door behind him. One of the assassins had tried to kill Brett who was a part of a different pack and so he'd been called to the animal clinic to help control him and prevent him from lashing out at anyone (not that he'd been much help).

Kicking his shoes off, he shrugged off his jacket and allowed it to drop onto the sofa before taking a seat himself. He was losing more of his power each day and he was beginning to question when it would end? Would it end? What if it was his life next? No one had prepared him for a situation like this and if he was being completely honest he was scared. Wiping his hand over his face he released a sigh of exhaustion.

Hearing something rattling by the side of him, he poked his eye open to see Margo had taken his jacket and had gone to hang it up. He watched her carefully as she walked back to him, "what happened?"

He picked up her hand focusing on that, "nothing to worry about," he assured, and she sighed not believing him for a second.

"I want you to talk to me, you never talk to me anymore..." she pointed out and he lifted his eyes to meet her own, "I never thought I'd have to tell you that I miss your ego-filled voice," she teased and he scoffed rolling his eyes that were slowly filling with amusement.

"You think I have an ego?" He asked, amused and she hummed.

"Of course you do, I've never met someone so egotistical," she joked and he shook his head, "or bony for that matter," his shoulders shook out of silent laughter before he cleared his throat and pulled back enough so that he could see her clearly.

"I don't want us to fight anymore," her brows furrowed. She wouldn't consider any of this a fight, "I don't want there to be this tension anymore," he added on.

"Then you're going to have to talk to me. I want to know what's going on in your life...and I don't want to know after everyone else already knows," she confessed and he nodded in understanding.

"Alright, you'll be the first to know when something happens," he assured and she smiled with a nod brushing her hand over his head. "Come here," he muttered tugging her onto the sofa and she fell against him, even if he no longer had his werewolf strength he was still unnaturally strong, "you know I love you right?"

"And I love you to," she muttered, "always," she assured, and a smile broke out on his face as he secured his arm around her waist before flipping them around so that she was lying back on the sofa and she rolled her eyes with a light in her eyes already knowing where this was going to go.

"Always?" He asked, and she hummed out of amusement lifting her head with a smile so that she could meet his lips.

"Always," she whispered out of confirmation before pressing her lips to his. Some moments were very precious and sometimes even though so small and menial some memories were and would always remain undefeated. Even if you fell out of love, or grew to hate each other, there were the precious moments that brought nothing but hope.

Wiping the towel over his head, Derek glanced around the loft only to be stopped by momentary shock. For a moment things felt quite normal; suspiciously normal. He even stopped to savour the moment as if the look could not be competed with and yet he knew from memory that it surely could.

Margo was kneeling on one of the kitchen stools with her camera held up and over the food, it was an odd process that he'd questioned the first time he'd witnessed it and yet she assured him it was quite normal. She was wearing one of her favourite red wrap dresses and for a moment he could see the old Margo. The one from before the supernatural.