Teen Wolf Imagines

Into You- Young Derek Hale

Rushing into the animal clinic, you suddenly came to a halt as your eyes focused on the unconscious figure which laid in front of you. With furrowed brows, you turned towards your brother almost asking for an explanation. "Why is there a boy lying on-" You paused, as you suppressed a long sigh, "Please don't tell me you knocked him out Scott. The poor boy-"
"The poor boy is Derek Hale, Y/n." Stiles interrupted.
You blinked, turning towards him in confusion before making your way towards a newly regressed Derek. As Deaton began to answer Lydia's questions on the situation, you couldn't help but fleetingly scan Derek's features which almost contrasted against his dark demeanour.
But before you could step away, a frighteningly cold hand grasped yours tightly and you couldn't help but gasp at the sudden contact. With your eyes quickly darting towards his face to only see him sleeping soundlessly.
In a swift movement, Scott found his way beside you as he stared at Derek's hand wrapped around yours in bewilderment, "How is he doing that?"
Deaton shrugged as his mouth opened and closed as he tried to think of an explanation. "This is well beyond my experience."
As Stiles then let out a loud yawn, Deaton said, "You guys should probably go home," And just as Scott opened his mouth to protest, he gave your brother a reassuring look, "He doesn't look to be in any danger and it's a school night. You all need to start looking after your own lives again."
"Someone should stay with you," Scott suggested.
You then felt your breath hitch as the grip on your hand grew tighter, squeezing tightly like a python around its prey, but you couldn't help but let your thumb slide across his ice-cold skin.
"I'll stay," You offered with a light shrug causing both Scott and Stiles to gaze at you with furrowed brows which only made Lydia chuckle at their expressions. "- You both don't need to worry, my grades are fine."
With a curt nod, your brother brought his lips to the side of your head, "Text us if anything happens Y/n."
"I'm so not okay-" Stiles protested but was interrupted as Scott and Lydia seized him before dragging him out.
Whilst Deaton turned his back towards you, you couldn't help but let your palms slide up Derek's cheek before threading your fingers through his dark, mahogany coloured hair. But the feeling of your hand in his only made your pulse quicken.

The next day...
After freshening up, you handed Deaton a cup of coffee before standing next to Derek, who still was unconscious. "How's he doing?" You asked, as your gaze fixed upon him before glancing up at Deaton who placed his cup down.
He then pressed a finger towards the side of Derek's neck as he kept his eyes on his watch. "His heart rate is alarmingly high."
Your brows furrowed as you grasped his hand, "He's a lot warmer now, than he was yesterday. Does that mean-"
But before you could finish, Deaton turned towards you, "Y/n, I want to try something. I want you to keep holding his hand." He instructed but your eyes suddenly grew wide as he held out a small knife before scraping it across Derek's skin.
"That healed really fast," You muttered, at the cut which disappeared within seconds.
"Unusually fast." Deaton uttered as you noticed his eyes gaze upon the equipment he had on the other side of the room. "Let's try something else, look over him while I get the equipment."
You couldn't help but notice that the sudden hold on your hand grew firm as Derek clenched it tightly, but what made your pulse come to a halt was the sight of long claws. And as you tried to wrench away, it only dug deeper into your skin which caused you to scream to escape your mouth.
In a swift movement, Derek sat up whilst he released his grasp on your hand before swinging his legs off the metal table causing Deaton to stare at him wide eyed. "Derek," He began firmly, as the young werewolf stood up, his shoulders hunched as his breathing shallowed.
"Derek, are you alright?" You asked hesitantly, as you took a step towards him, you noticed how he stared at the floor but once his name left your mouth, he looked up with his gaze meeting yours squarely which only revealed piercing blue orbs. And as you both made your way towards him, Derek slashed his claws, catching Deaton on the forearm before fleeing the clinic.

You winced as you stared down at your freshly bandaged hand. Never have you felt this kind of pain before but it was tolerable. "Dad, I'll set the table-" You came to a halt once you gazed upon Stiles and Derek. "What's going on?"
Your father placed the takeaway on the dining table, "Since your brother isn't here yet, I offered Stiles and his friend to join us- what's your name?"
But before Derek could answer, Stiles cut him off, "Miguel." Which only made Derek turn to your friend with a slight glare. "My uh- Cousin Miguel, from um-Mexico."
"Es usted natural de Mexico, Miguel?" You father asked Derek, causing Stiles eyes to widen at the foreign language.
"Oh my God." He groaned, flailing his arms about in frustration.
Lifting your hand to your mouth, you couldn't help but let a soft chuckle escape past your lips as you watched the scene in front of you, but you soon noticed how Derek's gaze fell on you before turning back to your dad.
"No soy navito uh- sino que pase un monton de tiempo alli." He replied, smugly.
"Fantastic." Your dad smiled, clearly impressed before gesturing both boys to dining table.
And as you made your way towards your seat, a familiar hand grasped your wrist, which only made you turn around to be face to face with Derek. You watched as the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, "I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm-"
"Derick, I know." You said quietly, cutting him off before leaning in closer towards him that you felt his hot breath fan the apples of your cheeks slightly. With his breath hitched slightly and the slight blush hat rose to his cheeks at the close proximity, you whispered, "Unless you want to be called Miguel- that's totally up to you, Hermoso."
As he stared down at you with wide eyes, you let out a chuckle before tapping his cheeks playfully, "Only messing with you Derek. Eggroll?"
You noticed how his grip on you loosened before he ran his fingers through his hair, "Hell yeah."

"Hey! Derek, Stop!" You ordered as you tried to pry the young werewolf off of Stiles, who was flat against the wall. Placing your hand against his bicep, you then felt his muscles tighten, "Derek, please." And with that, he instantly shoved off Stiles before sauntering into Scott's room.
"Thanks Y/n, I owe you one." Stiles started, chuckling before unrolling his shoulders, "-big time."
Turning towards Derek, you watched as he paced around the room as he placed his head his hands. You knew he was upset by your brother and Stiles lying through their teeth about his family, but you knew it was probably for the best.
"Okay, I didn't lie. I omitted certain truths. Vital truths now that I think about it." Stiles said, flailing his arms about which only caused Derek to face him with a sudden glare.
"I don't want to talk to you," His voice grew a notch higher and firmer which reminded you of the Derek you knew, but your eyes quickly darted to his hands which were curled into tight fists, almost as if he was ready to knock the living daylight off stiles. "I want to talk the alpha. I want to talk to Scott."
You quickly turned to Stiles, "Go get my brother."
"But what about this little runt?" He replied, nodding his head towards Derek, which only made the young werewolf march his way towards him.
Immediately holding your arm out, ceasing Derek, "I'll stay with him," you said, offering a small smile towards your brother's best friend. "Now go! Quick."
And once Stiles was out of the room, you pivoted on your heel till you were face to face with Derek. Your eyes scanned his face and you noticed the furrow between his eyebrows as his light orbs glared at the spot where Stiles last stood.
"Derek calm down, please-" You began which only made him grasp your injured hand as his eyes glowered at you, but the second he noticed the way you winced at his sudden touch, he flinched his hand away.
He exhaled, reaching out for your injured hand again and almost examining it through the bandage, "I did this to you, didn't I?" And as much as you wanted to lie about it, you couldn't help but nod slowly almost anticipating his reaction. Derek let out an inaudible curse, before unwrapping the bandage.
You immediately tried to wrench yourself away from him, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going to heal it."
"What?"
"I said, I'm going to heal it Y/n."
You gazed up at him, your brows slowly knitting into confusion. Letting out a sigh, you placed your hand on top of his as a small smile played on your lips. "Don't worry, its tolerable Derek and besides I'd prefer if it healed naturally."
"But I hurt you Y/n," He replied, his voice almost whisper and averted his eyes from you before ducking his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Hey," You whispered, placing your hand on the curve of his neck as your thumb trailed along his jawline causing Derek's gaze to meet yours squarely. "I'm okay, I've had much worse than claws."
Your ears suddenly perked at the sound of the door creaking, causing both yours and Derek's heads to turn, but you instantly gasped at the sound of the voice you dreaded to hear.
"Well, Well- What do we have here?"
You felt Derek stiffen at the sight of the person who you thought was dead.
"Kate?"
But before you could muster a word, you felt a sudden force collide with your head before everything went black.