Derek Hale imagines

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He turns around in disbelief, his heart pounding hard against his chest. Who else would have murdered his sister? The ...

But he turns his back to his old house, running into the woods. He must disappear somewhere, where the hunters cannot find him. While he runs, he keeps all thoughts about the murderer of his sister quiet. He wouldn't think about this, not yet.

While he passes a giant rock, she came into his thoughts. How could he ever forget her? He turns toward north, away from the hunters, to you.

-------------------------------Some time later--------------------------------------

He knocked nervously at your door. As no one answered, he knocked again. He rubbed his neck, and checked again if there was light in the windows. Yes, it was still on, someone had to be home. 'What if she moved out?' he asks himself, trying not to panic. It had been a long time since he visited you; you must turned nineteen already. Finally, the door opened.

You looked up from your bread, that you were supposed to be eating. Someone knocked at the door. You could only think of one person who would knock instead of using the doorbell and it make you jump up. Luckily your parents weren't at home. They were out at some kind of cinema, on their 14th wedding anniversary, and your little sister had a sleep-over at a friend. Your heart jumped a bit, as you ran towards the door. You ripped it open and....

There he was. Derek. The one-and-only. He looks terrible, bare-chested, little scratches all over, with just his tight black pants and shoes on, his hair messy. But it fits him. His eyes were red, with dark lilac bags under them, he probably hadn't slept for days. You stared at him, your eyes big and a questioning look in them, and suddenly he pulled you into a hug. His skin was cold, and he clenched his hands into your clothes and breathed heavily in your scent. It calmed him down, and his shoulders stopped shaking. But this could be because he was out of the cold, too.

"Derek," you whispered, patting his back. "Shh, Derek, it's going to be ok." You gasped for air, as he pulled you even closer. It didn't look like him to be so clingy. The Derek you know was cool, totally controlled. He knows what he can do (what was a lot!) and what not. You pushed him back and went into the living room to pick up a blanket from the couch. You took his hand and lead him to the sofa to sit down. You wrapped it around him, and sat down beside him. "What's happened? Derek, why are you here?" You can't hide that you sound a bit hurt. He didn't show up for a long time, and when he left... "Derek." You shook him lightly. His face looks like stone.

"My sister," he pressed out. "She... wasn't murdered from. The hunters." A tear rolled out of his eye. You don't know how this should help you; what he was up to?

"Instead of...?"

He moved his head, but stares through your face at some point far, far away. "The alpha killed her." He swallowed hard. "All the times I though it...the hunters...I...and now..." He rubbed his neck.

"Derek, how long have you been outside?" His grey-green eyes focused the first time on yours. He shrugged. "Where have you lived all the time? The past few months?" He picks up a half of your bread, covered with marmalade and took a huge bite.

"Here and there." You took a closer look to him. His face was unshaved, his features sharp. You could point his bones through his skin. He looked years older. He wasn't the guy who laughed much, but now he seems like he would rather murder than show a simple smile. But you weren't afraid of him. He had been always your friend.

After he took a shower, and got fresh clothes (you 'borrowed' some of your dad's for him), he came back downstairs. You've made him a plate with fresh-cooked noodles, which he inhaled in no time. After a bottle of water, he was able to speak again. "I must hide some time. The hunters now every inch of Beacon Hills and..."

"And now you want to stay here," you completed the sentence. He looked at you, a hopeful view in his eyes.

"Yes," he murmured. You sighed. "Well, this isn't my house. You should be glad you caught me here, I'm about to move out. I've found a flat, but... well, it isn't just around the corner. I came here to pick up my last things, but I guess, you could stay here a night. But if my dad throws you out, you could sleep in my car. You know, the Jeep." A little smile flashed over your face, remembering the time Derek took you out in the Jeep, sleeping on the back seats... You were surprised to see him standing right in front of you.

"Yeah...that would be...nice." Could it be? There? Yes. Definitely. He was smiling.

Something broke in you, and you pulled your arms around his neck, and whispered, "I've missed you."

His hands at your hips, his words in your ear. "I know." You felt the wall behind you. "I know."