The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Getting To Me

“Tell me you’re not fricking serious about this!” Stiles hisses, angrily, but quietly–while they’re still in the soundproof basement, she’s still nervous about Talia somehow overhearing...even when she’s not fricking home!

Derek sighs as he rifles through the hamper for a clean shirt. “I know there’s a good chance this could be a trap–I’m not going in blind to meet her.”

“But you are!!” Stiles snips, glares at him when he turns to face her. “You’re going without any backup, for crying out–why are you smiling?!” She snaps, even stomps her foot in her temper.

“You’re worried about me.” Derek chirps, unable to help the dopey smile on his face.

Stiles pauses her anger, blinks, then, lets out a small surprised chuckle. And then, she’s quickly back to her anger. She glares at him as she snaps her reply, “Yes! Obviously!”

Derek bites his bottom lip and ducks his head to try to hide his smile as he tells her, “I’m sorry. I know you’re not trying to be cute right now, but I just–“

“Ugh!!” Stiles huffs loudly and throws her arms up in irritated defeat.

Derek smirks to himself as he watches her turn her back on him before practically throwing herself back onto his bed, face first.

“Stiles.”

He slowly walks over her, but somehow keeps himself from just jumping right back into bed with her and forgetting everything (forever.)

“You know I have to make sure. If there’s even a tiny chance she’s really telling the truth, then, I’m gonna regret not helping her–when I knew I could–for the rest of my life.”

Stiles slowly rolls onto her back and stares up at him when his voice quietens to just above a whisper. But it’s the regret in his tone when he speaks again, that really tugs at her heart strings...

“And after Kate...”

Derek raises his eyes to Stiles perfect face and he feels his lips tug with a hopeful smile–even though his heart is heavy over all that Kate made him do...all that he let her make him do...

“I’m not gonna let Gerard do the same to his own granddaughter.” Derek’s eyes darken as he lets out a small but angry snarl before he looks Stiles right in the eyes and adds, “Or worse; to you.”

At that, Stiles slowly sits up, eyes wide with alarm. “Uh, m-me??”

Derek nods, quick to reassure her as he tells her, “Allison knows as much about you as Gerard does, don’t worry. They don’t know about your mother being an Emissary. My mom always keeps her cards close to her chest. All they know is whatever they’ve read up on you in your records.”

Stiles lets out a shaky chuckle as he moves to sit beside her. She turns herself to face him, legs crossed under his covers. “As freaky as being hunted myself is...I’m actually just worried about you. You said Allison told you Gerard could use me to get to you. If that happened, I would never forgive mys–“

“Then, stay here.” Derek cuts her off, voice softening as he realises how stupid he really is being. “You’re safe here. Even Gerard knows that.” He nods to himself before turning back towards the clean hamper.

“Der–what??” Stiles is out of his bed again so fast that she almost trips right over while trying to detangle herself from his sheets. “Wait a second–you think I’m gonna let you go alone?” She scoffs loudly.

Derek slowly turns to face her with a small amused smirk. “Let me?” His smirk widens a little, his brow arching as he lightly challenges her with, “Oh, you’re gonna stop a werewolf from doing something with that secret super strength of yours?”