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Derek Hale Imagine

Derek Hale Imagine

Note: Happy holly-dayz, everyone, I'm sorry I've been inactive as of late. Busy busy, all that jazz. I've been working on the 50k preference comp., but it is not going well. Stay with me, if you please, but thank you all for all those reads. This is complete shit, I'm sorry, it's filler. I'm working on a few things, and I'll try to have something of quality out soon. 

Warnings: Cursing, mild violence. 

Derek Hale Imagine

Scott McCall and Stiles Silinski were so close, that nothing could get between them--not supernatural atrocities, not high school, not even girls. Well, alright, except the one girl that actually did get between them. Not in a bad way, rather, as they were walking down the hallway side by side, she was prone to shove her way between them.

"It's like having escorts." She'd explain, tossing them each a smile. "When I walk on the sides, everyone bothers me."

Y/n L/n, the girl who made being a freakish reject the newest trend. She hung out in the shadier crowds, made up of asthmatics and losers with ADHD, mostly. While most people who slunk around with the 'unpopular' were ghosts who all died of social suicide, Y/n was vibrant and fun, yet at the same time strange and sort of frightening. She made quick friends with her two boys in junior high, which is probably why she continued to hang around even after Scott was bitten by a werewolf, and continued to help 'her two boys' face unspeakable evil while risking her life day in and day out. She was a year ahead of them, and thus was able to introduce them to high school after having been separated from them for a year. It also made her a senior to their junior. 

As Scott matured as a werewolf, she and Stiles joined his pack as the sole human members, while they were introduced to all sorts of people and creatures. Among those new friends and enemies, Y/n concerned herself mostly with Derek Hale. Derek Hale, the brooding tough-guy with the dark past and issues expressing himself. Stiles made an effort to give him a hard time, but Y/n was...oddly nice to him. Her usual sarcastic disposition melted away whenever she spoke to him and she was soft, like she was trying to calm a wild wolf. She brushed it off as trying to catch him off guard, but it was a weak lie and she knew it.

Presently, though, there were no soft voices or happy shouts. No one was smiling, no one was joking around. Aside from the usual tenseness of imminent death, the entire pack--both actual and extended--was morning. And none so much as our dear Y/n.

Loss is a very painful thing, you know. Some people have a very high tolerance for pain, others cry when they get paper cuts. Y/n could get belted across the face and still find a punchline, but when it came to emotional pain, she was completely and utterly inexperienced. So in addition to the usual fragility associated with great loss, she was practically a paper doll. A roaming pack made up entirely of Alphas took interest in Scott, and tried to weaken his pack through the members. They'd killed her parents, and left her fatally wounded on the floor of her own home.

Scott got there first, followed by Derek and his pack before everyone else. They considered calling Mellissa, but there was nothing to be done. She would die there, or on her way to the hospital.

"Scott." She rasped, holding up a shaky hand. "Scott, you have to kill them. You have to kill them."

"I'm gonna kill them." He assured her, fighting the tears welled up in his eyes. "And you--you're gonna help, that's just--"

"Look at me." She cut him off. Her abdomen and stomach were practically eviscerated, skin cut through and wadded like tissue paper. "There's nothing you can do."

"I can--I can turn you, I'll turn you."
"No. Not you, Scott."
"Well why the hell not?!"