The Archer ➳ Derek Hale {1}

thirty eight; back from the dead

I continue to stare at the man standing silently in front of me for a few seconds. I reach out slowly and put my hand on his, not surprisingly, very hard chest. He looks down at my hand then back up at my face, still not saying anything.

I quickly remove my hand realizing that was probably an extremely unreasonable thing to do, "Just making sure you're real and that you're not here because I hit my head when I fell," He nods and continues to not speak, which is starting to eat away at my nerves.

"So, I don't know, you mind telling me how the hell your alive?!" He blinks and sighs heavily through his nose before pointing over to the couch sat on the other side of the room. I limp over to the couch and take a seat, trying not to show that I'm in any pain.

"What happened to your leg?" I look up to see his eyes trained in the nasty looking cut.

I move my leg so the wound isn't in view anymore and shrug, "Nothing, just a scratch. Listen, buddy, you need to tell me how you are standing in front of me right now."

He sighs again and moves to sit next to me. I can feel the heat coming from his body, but try my best to ignore the feeling. "I wasn't dead. Close, but not actually dead. Once you were in the school I gained enough energy and healed enough to leave. I know that, uh, I probably shouldn't have, but,"

"Derek, if I thought you were hurt enough to be dead, do you really think I'm blaming you for not sticking around to fight an alpha?" I even laugh lightly at the thought. He stares at me silently and I smile lightly at him before looking down and letting my smile fade. "I know you seem to just naturally think that no one cares about you, but that's not true. When I thought you died..I don't know. I was upset. Like actually upset. I just...I want you to know that."

I watch as he thinks about something to himself and he opens his mouth to speak, but before he says anything he turns his head to the front of the house, suddenly alert. I realize something must be happening to cause his reaction, "What? What's wrong?"

"It's Scott. I need to go help him." He stands and starts to starts to walk away, but then he turns back to me.

I nod my head quickly and shoo him away, "Yeah, of course. Go, go!" He looks at me for a few more seconds before taking off.

I quickly pull my phone out of my jacket pocket and notice I had about a million missed calls and voicemails from Stiles. I play the last one and put the phone next to my ear.

"Hey Abby, I know you're probably um, busy, but maybe if you could, I don't know, help me with Scott like you promised. That sounded less rude in my head, but this full moon is a lot worse than I expected. Scott..he made out with Lydia and he got out of his cuffs, crap!" I hear the sound of his Jeep tires squeal on the road slightly, "Yeah, anyways call me when you can or, you know, just find me. Or Scott. Thanks."

I pull the phone away from my ear and slap my hand against my forehead. I'm such a shitty friend. And sister. Wow, I'm just best person of the year. I quickly call Stiles, but sigh when it reaches his voicemail. I don't bother leaving a message, but instead I call Scott.
Again, as I guessed I would, I reach a voicemail and stop to think of who else I could call.

I let my finger hover over Allison's name before clicking it and letting it ring. I hold my breath, but after just two rings it goes to voicemail.

She just curved me.

My own sister just sent me to voicemail. I stand quickly, but fall back onto the couch when pain erupts from my leg. I groan loudly and lean back into the couch. I jump when my phone starts vibrating and I quickly answer it, seeing Stiles's name on the screen.

"Hello? Oh, my god I'm so so so so sorry, please tell me everyone is alive? Are you okay? Is Scott-"

"Abby!" I immediately shut up at the sound of Stiles's tired voice. I hear him take a breath before speaking again. "It's okay. Everyone is okay. Are you alright? What happened to you tonight?"

I let a breathy sigh and think back to the events that just happened in that short span of time, "Yeah I'm um, I'm fine. I'm just glad you guys are okay." I force a smile even though I know he can't see me.

"Alright, I'm with my dad so I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

"Yeah, goodnight Stiles and again, I'm sorry." I hear him laugh lightly on the other end before we both end the call. I look up and jump when I notice Derek, once again, standing in the room.

"What happened with Scott?" I ask him shifting my leg slightly to relieve the little bit of pain I felt. He shrugs his broad shoulders and leans against the wall opposite of me.

"He just needed someone to stop him from letting the full moon and the alpha control him."

I smile lightly at him and he suddenly turns and leaves the room. I watch confused and after a few seconds I think he's just left the house all together, but he soon returns with different items in his hands. "What are you doing?"

He walks over, crouching down in front of me, and that's when I notice he's hold bandages and alcohol. He puts them on the floor before his hand takes a hold of my right ankle pulling it towards him. I hold my breath as his fingers stay in contact with my skin. I hate to admit it, but where his fingers meet my skin, uncontrollable little fireworks erupt.

"You don't have to do this. It doesn't hurt at all," I say, feeling bad that he was taking care of my problems when they aren't his to worry about. He just gives me a stare and pauses what he's doing. He suddenly lightly pushes on the skin near my cut making me a hiss a little in pain before he raises an eyebrow. "Okay fine."

Without saying a word, he rips off the remaining part of my leggings below my right calf so he can clean my cut. I pout slightly sad to see it happen, but there was no salvaging these pants anyways.

"This is gonna hurt." He warns before opening the alcohol bottle and tilting it over my cut.

I shrug and smirk at him, "I think I've handled worse- Holy shit! Ow!" I yell and try to pull my leg away as the cut starts burning. It felt as if he was dumping tiny sharp pieces of glass into it then rubbing them around.

He smirks and try to hide a small laugh as he grips my leg to keep it in place. "That hurt like a bitch, oh my, god."

He smirks even more, "I gave you a fair warning."

I shoot him the stink eye before he starts to wrap the gauze around my calf to keep any dirt out. Once he's done his hand pats my knee and he stands and I can't help, but I feel heat rush to my face.

"Um, thank you. It means a lot." I stand from the couch next to him and notice the pain already started subsiding. I test my weight on the injured leg and the only pain I feel is an annoying little sting.

"I guess I should probably get going. I'll hopefully see you around, you know, now that I know you're alive and all." I smirk at him again and he rolls his eyes dramatically. I move towards the front door, but his hand on my arm stops me.

I turn to him and notice keys in his hand, "Let me drive you. It's still dark out, you shouldn't go alone." I nod my head, sending him a small smile, and walk with him out to his car.

Once I'm inside I smile at sight of the black Camaro, I love this freaking car. He climbs into the drivers seat and it starts with a beautiful purr.

"One of these days I'm going to drive this car, Hale." I laugh lightly while running my fingers across the black leather interior.

He rolls his eyes as he starts driving, "Yeah, I'm sure that'll happen."