Falling for the Sidekick *Stiles Stilinski fan-fiction*

Chapter 3.

Jordan's P.O.V 

The only sound in the car was our breathing and Stiles' constant tapping on his left knee. It had only been Scott, Stiles and I in the car, Allison had decided to go home on her own finding no interest in seeing Derek. From what I've been told Derek is an alpha who lives in an abandoned house in the middle of the woods, frankly I have no idea why we would be visiting someone like that. I'm getting goosebumps just thinking about him, let alone meeting him. 

"So why does he want to meet me?" I asked both Scott and Stiles, breaking the silence finally. Stiles quickly turned around in his seat, his eyes meeting mine. 

"My guess is because you're an Argent," he said so confidently. From where I was sitting, I can see Scott nodding his head while he kept his eyes on the road. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Though the answer was obvious. 

Stiles let out a small sigh, "Derek doesn't have a good past with your family." I nodded my head, telling him that I understood. Turning my head, all I saw was passing trees. Just thinking about how we were almost at the house made me nervous, I was on the verge of rolling down the windows and upchucking out the car. There could be a bunch of reasons why Derek would want to see me, but they all led to the fact that he was a werewolf and my family history including killing his own kind. While quietly thinking and restraining myself, I hadn't noticed that we arrived. Scott had parked the car in front of a house, I could imagine it being beautiful before it had been wrecked by whatever. Reaching for the door handle I jumped when it was flung open, a smiling Stiles holding it. I returned a smile of my own before crawling out of the backseat of the jeep, my feet planted perfectly making the leaves create a crunching sound. Behind me Stiles slammed the car door shut before walking ahead of me, not before turning around and grabbing my hand tightly. This simple act seemed to calm me down because my once forty miles per hour heart rate had decreased. Once at the front door, Stiles leaned in closer to me. His warm breathe on my ear, sending chills down my spine. 

"Stay calm," nodding my head, I went inside before him. I can still feel his body so close to mine, it seemed to make me clam down just a bit more. Stopping in front of a wide staircase, I turned my body slightly to the left to see Scott and a man, who I assumed to be Derek, standing in the middle of a large room. I stood still, scared to even move a little. His icy cold eyes made it seem like he was trying to grab my soul and tear it to pieces. 

"Hi," he gave me a sickly sweet smile that made me want to slap it off his face. "I'm Derek, you must be Jordan." Only nodding my head, I gave him a suspicious look still standing still in the same spot beside the staircase. "Come closer, I don't bite." Yes you do. Stiles came up behind me, placing his hand on my lower back telling me it was okay to move a little closer. Walking slowly towards him, I carefully took my time getting down the steps that were attached to  the room and the main hall. "You look exactly like your mother," he said so quietly. He seemed as though he was sent into a daze as he continued to stare at me with thoughts of my mother running through his mind. 

"How do you know my mother?" I whispered, barely audible. Though that shouldn't be a problem for him, he probably heard my heartbeat before we even got into the woods. From the corner of my eye, I can see Stiles standing beside Scott as the both of them watched Derek cautiously. While my eyes were still on Derek, I could see that he was slowly walking towards me taking in my appearance. 

As he got closer, he casually walked around he in circles. His eyes wandering all over my body, with no emotions in his eyes I couldn't tell what he was thinking at this moment. "She was a good friend of mine," he replied. "Is she back in Beacon Hills?" Derek was now standing in front of me and I had finally realized that there was something in his eyes. Hope. 

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Stiles P.O.V 

Watching Derek make circles around her petit body made me nervous. His eyes wandering all over Jordan and it did not make me comfortable, not one bit. Although, maybe it was the reason why he wanted to see her. To examine her himself, to see if she were a threat but I highly doubt she is at this point. Derek and her mother were good friends and you could obviously see it in Derek's eyes that he once had a thing with her. 

"Is she back in Beacon Hills?" He asked Jordan, the hope in his voice and his eyes were so evident. Jordan just stared back at him, the sorrow so clear in her eyes. For herself and Derek. 

"No," she whispered to him "she's not." At that very moment, I wanted to grab Jordan and hold her in my arms. Though it didn't seem like it, you can see in her eyes that she wanted to break down and cry not caring about those who would see her. 

"What?" Derek was now matching Jordan's expression and all the hope was now gone. "Where is she?" He asked her frantically, waiting for her to answer him. "What happened?" He whispered so quietly, he looked so fragile and hurt. It surprised both Scott and I, Derek is supposed to be in the big bad wolf but within minutes of meeting Jordan that tough persona faded. She shook her head, a sad look on her face. Derek sucked in a breathe, respecting her wishes of being told another time. "You're parents and I went to school together," Derek said walking away from Jordan. His back facing her, as she crossed his arms over his chest. "They are both amazing friends," again there was a hint of sadness in his voice. For the first time since meeting Derek, I felt bad for him. I didn't think that past his bad boy personality there were genuine feelings. "I was the reason your father stopped hunting, they are good people." From where I was standing, I can see Jordan's eyes getting glossy by the second. 

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Jordan's P.O.V 

His words, they hit me like a ton of bricks. All the feelings I've felt weeks ago were being rushed back into me as I listened to Derek talk about my parents in admiration. I didn't have the strength or the willpower to tell Derek that my parents were dead, not only would I not be able to handle it I couldn't imagine the state Derek would be in if I told him. "You're parents were the only family I had left," Derek had finally turned around showing me his glossy eyes. "Clearly something happened to them because you're back here in Beacon Hills." He pointed out. 

"What does being back in Beacon Hills have to do with anything?" I asked Derek, curious as to why that may be a hint to what happened.  

"You're parents promised themselves they would never being you here," he said ever so sadly. "There were times they would visit me, but they were very rare." Well that obviously explains the, out of the blue, business trips they both claimed they had to take together."I promised them if anything happened, I would take care of you with my own life." My eyes that were once on the ground, were now looking back into Derek's brown ones.

"Why would you promise them that?" I asked him, obviously he wasn't aware that I still had my Uncle Chris around and he is capable of taking care of me himself.

"I know about your Uncle Chris, Jordan." He told me, rolling his eyes. 

I let out a sigh, licking my dry lips I said "well then, why did you promise them that?" I asked him,  I couldn't handle anymore of the curiosity that was bubbling up inside of me. 

"Your father asked me to, he knew that if anything would have happened you were to move in with your Uncle Chris." I nodded my head, resisting the sudden urge to roll my eyes. "At the time, your Uncle was still a hunter. Your father didn't think he would stop, but he did." Folding my arms over my chest, I waited for him to continue. "They didn't want you being manipulated into something they didn't believe," I let the information sink. The promise made complete sense now, to me, Scott and Stiles. I wouldn't say I was ever close with my Uncle Chris, but he treated me just the same as Allison I couldn't imagine Uncle Chris manipulating me. 

"They were talking about Gerard, weren't they?" The name made me shiver in disgust, the ideas the plans that were all wrapped up in that evil brain of his were unbelievable. It was unbelievable knowing what he was capable of. Derek just nodded as a response to my question. If it were anyone they were suppose to worry about it would have to be my grandfather, not my Uncle Chris or Aunt Kate, but my grandfather. If anything it would be a shock if they were so worried about my Uncle Chris, considering he got along with my parents very well. "Derek, you don't have to worry about anything." He really didn't have anything to worry about, I had no reason to follow in my grandfather's footsteps and go on a kill spree increasing the number of kills on werewolves than they had on humans. "I don't need a babysitter," once again Derek returned to the emotions phase. Earlier, I saw the glint of hurt and pain in his eyes when he spoke about my parents but they were now all gone. 

"I'm not asking for permission to look after you, Jordan." Derek's low growl  didn't affect me as much as I expected it to. His promise to my parents was to take care of me, the last thing he would do would hurt me let alone kill me. "Just like your parents, you are not my life." I curled my lips in, closing my eyes shut taking in his ever word. Derek had promised them something, something so big as my life. 

"Derek, I mean I could tak-" Scott started, before being interrupted. 

"No, no. I promised her parents that I would take care of her, so I would be taking care of you. Is it clear?" Derek asked in general, not just only to me. Opening my eyes, I let out a small sigh whilst nodding my head to his question. After seeing my response, Derek let out a relieving sigh happy with the outcome. Turning my head, I came eye to eye with a worried Stiles but that look faded and was replaced with a small smile. Hesitantly, I returned one lifting the corners of my mouth before letting it fall again. 

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After bidding Derek a goodbye and agreeing to see him again tomorrow to work things through, we were all now sitting in Stiles' jeep back to square one. Silence. I couldn't help but let mine and Derek's conversation play over and over again in my mind, like it was some broken record and I can't let it stop. 

"That was some conversation, huh?" Scott asked, letting out a nervous laugh as he guided the car out of the woods. I continued to stare out the window, but not without nodding my head telling him I was listening. "Jordan, you shouldn't be worrying about it so much." I can hear Scott let out a small sigh, "he just wants to make sure you don't become a hunter." Without moving my head, I can see Stiles staring at me through the side view mirror. I let out a small laugh as I watched his cheeks glow red. The small act managed to keep me calm. 

It's the simplest things.