True Crime (Teen wolf Derek Hale X Male OC)

Chapter 10 - The cheese

Hi there. Sorry for updating late, I procrastinated a little bit. Anyway, Enjoy!

Stiles slammed his door a little too hard as the friends exited the jeep, discussing Scott's alarming dream.

"And then what? You killed her?" Stiles asked, with his usual unfiltered attitude towards things."I don't know. I woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that." Scott was panicked about his dream, who wouldn't be?

"I have. But it usually ends a little differently." Stiles was gross, but wasn't wrong. Every night I was plagued by dreams of that green-eyed devil, and as his hands set me on fire all I wanted was to burn. But I woke up every time, sweating and knowing I was so, so screwed up for it.

"A: I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real. And B: never give me that much detail about you in bed ever again." I wish I knew more about this whole werewolf deal, so I could help Scott. He'd always been there for me, and now it was like he was drowning and I was just watching.

"Noted. But I'm going to take a guess here--"

"I know. 'You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm afraid I'm going to lose control and rip her throat out." I really hoped it was even possible for Scott to control those urges.

"No, of course not." Stiles turned to look at Scott "Yeah, that's totally it." Scott just hung his head solemnly, poor guy.

"It's going to be okay. Personally, I think you're handling this pretty fricking amazingly. It's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners Class you can take." I could at the very least, try to cheer him up.

"Not a class. But maybe a teacher."

I still wasn't sure what our stance was on Derek. Would he actually kill his sister? Or was there another werewolf in town?

"Who? Derek? You forget the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles wasn't a big fan of Derek, though I couldn't really blame him.

"I know, but all of it--chasing her, dragging her back onto the bus--it felt so real." Was therapy for werewolves a thing? Maybe a support group?"Looks like it was real.."

Across the parking lot, Police tape boxes off one of the school buses, as stiles father is with a lab tech examining the rear door of the bus.

It was covered in blood.

This time, School had been quite eventful. Scott was popular now, Allison was thankfully alive and Scott had only murdered a random man on the bus instead of her. Well, half murdered, he was still alive.

I wanted to care, but I had been feeling terrible all day. Ever since I definitely made the police dig up Derek's dead sister, I couldn't help but feel he wasn't the murderer, and burying her there was just a werewolf thing.

Never being one to sit and stew, I decided to act. Even if the action was delivering a gift basket to the person I got arrested. Water under the bridge? More like my corpse.

A short knock on the door made me regret my decision. A gift basket? Seriously? Though before I could turn heel and run the door creaked open.

"Tric- Um, hi" Well that was the worst thing I've ever done. The man behind the door simply stared, not caring about my awkward greeting. I took his prolonged silence as a sign to keep going."I, um, brought you this?" I said, pushing the basket out in front of me.

Derek scrutinised the gift basket so hard I thought it might pop, though he eventually looked back at me. "Why?" He was a man of few words.

"Well, I felt terrible" I spoke, avoiding eye contact. No, I had to be sincere. "And I wanted to apologise, with this"

"You came to apologise for having me arrested with a gift basket?" At first thought, it sounded like he was being mean, but his tone almost sounded like he was genuinely confused.

"It has really nice cheese? And Pickles!" Should I have chucked in a twenty? He seemed to almost deliberate for a second, before taking the basket. I can honestly say I wasn't expecting him to take it. I definitely wasn't expecting him to invite me in.

I didn't visit Derek to actually visit Derek, but he seemed relatively pacified for the moment. The cheese, perhaps?

The inside of the house was as destroyed as you'd expect, though still seemed somewhat functional. For a werewolf to live here, that was.

My eyes trailed over the charred, beat-up walls of the house, now forgetting about Derek. I could almost feel the tragedy that happened here, and it almost felt like the fire was still blazing in the house, burning through everything inside. Derek might have been just glaring at me though.

"I didn't kill my sister, in case you were wondering" That was almost as scary as when I had confronted him. "It was... something else" A look of what was almost fear came across him.

"Something like what?" What could be out there that even Derek was afraid of? It couldn't be good that was for sure."If I tell you, you'll tell Scott, and Scott will panic" I mean, he wasn't wrong.

"And Scott needs to learn control before he can know about it." Derek's large frame loomed over me, and a different emotion that I'd never seen him have clouded his eyes "Just.. be careful." He looked like he was still thinking about what he was going to say "And.. if worst comes to worst, you're human. The Argents can protect you."

The Argents? no way I was going to them. They wanted both Scott and Derek dead. "I think I'll take my chances with this thing over the Argents." Derek looked almost amused at that.

"You should go now" Well that sort of ruined the moment. And to think Derek was beginning to be nice to me.

"Right, I'll uh, head out" I spoke as I walked through the doorway I had breached by only a few steps. "Enjoy the cheese, and if you ever need a place to stay that's a bit more... Weatherproof" Looking at the state of the house, it probably didn't keep out much rain "I'm usually home alone"

Did that sound like a flirt? Maybe it kind of was. Whatever it was, Derek looked surprised I had said it as I walked down the dirt driveway, having just invited a werewolf to my house.