Derek Hale Imagines

Together

Derek didn't turn to face you as you approached. He assumed that you would walk straight past him. You hadn't wanted to talk to him since you'd seen. He wondered if you'd ever get past it. Scott had assured him it would work itself out. But Derek played cool, acting as if he didn't care if you knew. But he hated the way you looked at him. Eyes raking over the face of a monster. He hadn't known that you were there. He had. Just he thought you'd been taken somewhere safe.

"Derek?" You said as your footsteps stopped. Derek blinked a few times, pulled from his thoughts. He'd been shopping, standing in the bread aisle holding a loaf of bread that was now crushed in his hands. "Are you. Are you ok?" You asked him.

"Fine, thank you." Derek said shortly.

"What did the bread do to deserve that?" You asked. It was awkward. Derek thought as he stared down at the bread. Your voice had a desperate touch to it, because you wanted things to go back to normal or you didn't want to be talking to him he wasn't sure.

"I was distracted." Derek muttered he dumped the loaf in his basket and grabbed another, feeling too guilty for squishing it and ripping the wrapper to just put it back on the shelf. He was walking away before you could say anything else. But you followed him. He glanced at you as you went through self checkout. He chose the long line hoping you'd be gone by the time he went to his car. But you were waiting for him.

"I don't want to talk about it." Derek said quickly as he shoved the bags of food in the boot of the car, slamming it and frowning at you.

"But we have to, we can't just ignore it." You said quickly, following him round the car and putting a hand on his arm as he tried to open the drivers door.

"Or we could. We could go our separate ways and not talk about what you saw." Derek said a little more curtly that he had meant to.

"You want to go separate ways?" You said quietly. Derek had managed to open at the door and stopped, one foot in the car as he turned to look at you. Your hand fell away from his arm and you stood staring at the floor looking hurt.

"You don't want to?" He asked.

"Derek, you're my friend, why would I want to do that?" You mumbled. The word friend hurt more than it would have if you had simply walked away and decided that werewolves weren't for you to be meddling with.

"It'll be difficult. Dangerous..." Derek said. Was he trying to deter you from staying? He wasn't sure.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Every day." You offered. He smiled.

"I thought we were friends?" He joked.

"I can handle the werewolf thing. It is werewolf right because I asked Scott and he freaked out and gave me so much information." You asked.

"Werewolf." Derek said in a tone that told you that you were right.

"OK. Well. I'm dealing with the werewolf thing right now. Our little dating, not dating, flirting not flirting thing will have to wait a while." You said with certainty that convinced Derek you'd been rehearsing what you wanted to say.

"I can deal with that. But you're sure? It's pretty dangerous. No one would blame you if you just cut loose." Derek said as he leaned against the car door.

"You can't literally prove that werewolves are real and then make me leave. What if I get a roommate in the city and they turn out to be a vampire!" You complained. Derek grinned.

"Most vampires don't drink from live people anymore. Too easy to get caught." Derek said. He was smiling so you couldn't tell if he was joking or being serious. "Hop in. I can make you lunch. I'm sure you have questions."

"My first question is are vampires also real because if so... what do I need garlic or something?" You asked as you hurried to get into his car. There was a moment that the two of you realised everything would be fine again. It was a comfortable silence that fit perfectly between the two of you, letting you both relax into each other's company.