Derek Hale Imagines

Knowing love

Derek couldn't deal with you moping anymore. A werewolf from a small pack that no one seemed to be able to get information on, even Deaton and Satomi's contacts fell through. At first he had thought that you had started moping around because of the werewolf. But the longer you spent cooped up with Derek the worse it got.

"Do you think people love you Derek?" You asked with a tone of voice that came across as a whined question. Derek glanced up from the book he was looking through. It had mentions of one of the werewolf packs that could have information the pack needed.

"Are you implying that people don't?" He asked and went back to his book.

"I don't think people love me." You said quietly. Derek set the book down and sighed.

"That is ridiculous. People care about you." He watched as you flipped through the book on the table in front of you. You weren't reading it, just flipping through and staring at the table.

"I don't mean... that kind of love." You said with a dramatic tone. Derek raised his eyebrows. Of course there would be some kind of romance drama going during Valentine's week. "How do you know that anyone really loves you for yourself?"

"(Y/N) do you know why we're looking through these books?" Derek asked. You looked up at him. You were tired and pouting a little. He tried not to smile affectionately at you.

"No. Scott just said it was important and that you needed help." You mumbled. Derek nodded.

"(Y/N) that werewolf that attacked you when you were with Lydia..."

"The one that chased us around the mall car park and made me drop my fancy pizza from that posh place Lydia likes?" You asked. Derek had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Of course the fancy restaurant and the loss of your fancy pizza would come to mind before the werewolf. He had once caught you feeding a fully shifted werewolf half of your sandwich.

"Yes. That one. It came back. It's very... fond of you. We had to stop it from breaking into your house and attacking you on your way home from work. The others are finding people to talk to about who the werewolf could be and some of them are trying to hunt it down to see why it's obsessed with you. Peter is outside right now making sure that the werewolf doesn't come in here." Derek watched as you realised the danger you'd been in and the effort everyone had put in to keeping you safe. Curiously you got up from your seat. He watched you walk to his window and peak out at the carpark. Just as he said there was Peter waiting out in the cold. You tapped on the window and waved at Peter who gave you a cheerful wave back. He was clearly under some sort of order to act as if everything was fine.

"You all did that for me?" You asked him.

"Scott didn't want you to know. If the werewolf continues to be... so aggressive in it's obsession with you Argent and Deaton have agreed that Argent may have to handle it. Scott knew you wouldn't like it and none of us wanted you to feel..."

"Like it was my fault?" You finished for him.

"We know it isn't your fault. We'll find out what happened. Why, they're fixated on you. We're exhausting all of our options before Argent steps in." Derek assured you.

"Well if tracking down information on an elusive supernatural stalker doesn't say I love you I don't know what does." You said with a smile. Then your smile fell. "We've been researching for three weeks!"

"Yeah. We came up with the plan to distract you from the werewolf after it spent about a month following you around and you didn't notice. You are alarmingly comfortable around werewolves. Humans are supposed to have some sort of instinct that makes them at least weary of us. You do not have that." Derek said and laughed when you looked appalled.

"Well! Given that I don't have many human friends I would say that not having that instinct works in my favour. Besides, Scott can always tell who a werewolf is." You said with a laugh and a grin.

"Which is how we got into this predicament. You shouldn't be so comfortable around supernatural creatures. What happens if you're not with a Banshee the next time something takes an interest?" Derek was joking but there was a touch of worry on his face.

"You'd come and find me." You said confidently. Derek smiled and nodded, turning at the sound of Stiles calling for him and scrambling up the stairs. He burst into the apartment with a massive stack of paper claiming he finally found something helpful on the mystery werewolf.