the other Argent (Teen Wolf x oc)

Human

Evelyn woke up looking around, startled and confused at first. Then she remembered she was in the loft where she had been relegated while the pack carried out their latest idiotic and dangerous plan. They were worried since her wounds had just finished healing. She turned her head to see Derek asleep on the couch across the room. Evelyn got up, wanting to check something she had noticed earlier in the day. She knew Lexie was upstairs sleeping. Derek had insisted that the two of them stay with him after he'd found out the third part of the Deadpool had her name on it. Being injured and a target, just about everyone had insisted that she stay behind while they tried to trap the benefactor. Evelyn walked over to Derek sitting on the table in front of the couch. Leaning forward, she carefully lifted up his shirt to see that, just as she had thought, the bullet wound he had received earlier hadn't healed. Derek reached out, grabbing her hands. "What are you doing?" He asked lightly. 

"Protecting my idiot pack mate," Evelyn said. 

"Hmm," Derek hummed, raising an eyebrow, slightly annoyed that she only thought of him as a packmate and nothing more. 

"Why aren't you healing?" Evelyn asked. 

"Some wounds take longer," Derek said. 

"Yeah, and some leave scars, but not for you, Derek, so you going to tell me what's going on," Evelyn asked. 

"Maybe I'm just tired," Derek said, turning onto his side. Evelyn sighed. She had a bad feeling that she knew what was wrong. An offhand comment her father had made about Derek not being as much of a werewolf as he used to had given it away. 

"Derek," she said, "show me your eyes." 

"You just saw them," he said. 

"Your real eyes, Derek," Evelyn said. Derek rolled back onto his back with a sigh. "OK," Evelyn said when he looked at her. "Now, why don't you tell me the truth?" Derek sat up with a groan. 

"Is this what being shot feels like for you?" He asked. 

Evelyn chuckled. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Evelyn leaned forward, applying gauze and medical tape to Derek's bullet wound. "It's just a graze," she said, "but make sure it doesn't get infected." Derek grabbed his shirt, putting it back on. "That's not something you've ever had to worry about before, is it?" Evelyn asked. Derek shook his head, chuckling slightly. "So it's everything. Then?" Evelyn asked, "No healing, no glowing eyes." 

"Smell, hearing speed, everything," Derek said. 

"Strength?" Evelyn asked, picking up the small bits of trash that littered the table between them. She was nervous. She knew the rest of the pack was in danger, but without any of his werewolf abilities against supernatural creatures, Derek was in severe danger. 

"I can still win a fight," he said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, taking the trash from her, and tossing it into a wastebasket a few feet away. Evelyn nodded, not sure if he fully understood what it was like to fight human. He raised an eyebrow, surprised at her doubt. She put an arm down on the table, gesturing for him to arm wrestle her. He laughed. 

"Come on, if you win, I won't ask any more questions," Evelyn said. 

"And if I lose?" Derek asked, 

"Then I get to teach you how to fight." He shook his head but put his hand in hers, placing his elbow on the table. "You ready?" Evelyn asked. 

"Mmm-hmm," Derek hummed. Evelyn could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

"One two," she lunged forward, jabbing him right where his wound was. Derek gasped in pain, and Evelyn easily slammed his hand down on the table. 

"That's cheating. You cheated," he groaned, holding his wound. 

"I won." Evelyn said, "When you're a human facing the supernatural, you need to bend the rules a little bit. Which is what I'm going to teach you." Evelyn turned, reaching into her bag for several weapons. 

"Is that what you did to Deucalion? Jab him in the stomach?" Derek asked. 

"No," Evelyn said, setting a gun on the table. "Deucalion was a little harder to trick than you." 

"Are you calling me dumb?" Derek asked. Evelyn just smiled. 

"This is a Sig Sauer p226 9mm," she said, setting a gun down on the book Derek had been reading. 

"I don't like guns," Derek said. 

"You don't like being shot at. You've never been taught how to use a gun." 

"Maybe it's because I've been shot repeatedly," Derek said. Evelyn rolled her eyes. She picked up the gun. 

"The legal clip size in California is ten. You always want to remember how many shots you've fired. Running out of bullets can get you killed and make you look stupid." Evelyn handed the gun to Derek, placing it gently in his hand. She could tell that he was just humoring her, but she was also waiting for his snarky comments. "Using a gun isn't just about learning to point and shoot." 

"Why's that?" Derek asked. 

"Because an average person can move 21 feet in 1.5 seconds if they have a knife, they can gut you before you can pull and fire." 

"So that's why you like knives so much," Derek said. 

Evelyn shrugged. "I can both throw them and stab with them; besides, I don't like guns." Derek snorted out a laugh at her comment that echoed his earlier sentiment. "But it took me years to get proficient with knives, and you only have days, so you're getting a gun. With a gun," she continued, "you need distance." She stepped back a little bit. "Go for it." She said, "Pull the gun on me." Derek lifted the gun, but before he even had it all the way up, Evelyn had crossed over to him, one hand on his wrist, twisting it slightly as the other twisted the weapon out of his grip. 

"So yeah," he said, starting to get the concept. 

"Wanna try again?" Evelyn asked. 

"Mmm-hmm," Derek hummed. Evelyn handed the gun back. She quickly disarmed him a second time. Evelyn smirked down at the floor. "One more time," Derek said, stepping forward. 

"I can do this all day," Evelyn said, smiling. 

"Mmm-hmm," Derek hummed, nodding. He stood there for a moment, just looking at her as she stood just inches away, smiling up at him. Then Derek leaned forward, grabbing her face in his hands and gently tilting it towards him. He pressed his lips to hers. Evelyn tilted the gun up, pressing it against his stomach. 

"You cheated," she whispered. 

"I'm learning to bend," he told her. In that second, Evelyn, through caution and every reason why she should stay emotionally as far away from Derek Hale, out the window, including the fact that without his supernatural abilities, it was easier to kill him, she leaned forward, grabbing the collar of his shirt. She pulled him back to her, pressing her lips back against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly against him. Evelyn's arms made their way up around his neck, holding on tight as he reached down, grabbing her legs. She jumped up, wrapping them around his waist. Derek turned, walking toward the table. There was a clattering sound as he swept everything out of the way before setting her down. Evelyn trailed her hands down Derek's chest, stopping at the hem of his shirt. She slipped her hands underneath, pulling upwards. Derek lifted his arms up, breaking the kiss for only seconds to help her get the shirt over his head before his lips met hers again.

Argent looked down at the necklace in his hand. It had broken, falling off of Kate's neck while they were fighting in the hospital. It was just a small gold chain with a simple ring on it. The ring was simple, the kind that kids make in art classes. It was blue with two little rhinestone hearts stuck on it. Argent knew exactly where it had come from. It surprised him that Kate still had it and cherished it enough to keep it with her even after death. She would have had to break into the storage area that held most of her stuff to find the ring unless Argent thought unless she had been wearing it that night, and the Calaveras thought letting her keep it might convince her to follow the code no. He thought nothing from her would have convinced Kate to follow the code. She had never followed the code herself. A code they had both thrown away for very different reasons.