Bloodlines

Part 10

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Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed

(It's blasphemy)

Jogging up to the scene, you saw the ground quite disturbed from the scuffle, the only evidence on your friends were a few smudges of dirt on their skin, and an errant leaf or two in their hair.

A hand wrapping around your bicep drew your attention away, looking up to see Derek glaring down at you, huffing and puffing in anger. You were tempted to make a joke, but thought better before the big bad wolf could bite your head off, most likely not metaphorically.

"I told you to wait in the car." He hissed, voice quiet just in case anything felt like lurking in the area, despite the pack's recent win.

"Then who would have saved your ass?" You kept your voice low, deadpanning despite the smile of amusement as you continued to poke the wolf.

He huffed in aggravation, his voice slightly rising. "Car. I told you to stay."

"Did not." He wouldn't win this.

"Y/N-" He sighed.

"Lies." You cut him off, ignoring the daggers he sent your way.

Abruptly he turned you with a death grip on your arm, dragging you back to where Stiles' Jeep was parked. You were halfway there, grumbling nonsensical things when both of you pulled up short, heads clocking to listen when you heard the dogs, followed shortly by police speaking over radios, and heavy footsteps coming from somewhere on your right. Soon you could see the beams of flashlights in the distance as well.

Hands against both of your backs, you lurched forward as one unit with the sudden push, Derek not letting go of your arm this entire time. Looking behind you, Scott and Stiles were glancing to the right apprehensively, pushing you and Derek along hurriedly.

"Why didn't you stay in the car?"

You let out an annoyed growl, making Derek and Scott chuckle. "Don't start with me, Stilinski."

I tried to warn you just to stay away

(Away)

Derek tried to push you away. Ever since all the memories had finally come back, and your shifts were steadily getting more and more hairy, as Stiles always said about them with an impish smile, it's like he was building a wall between you two, whether to keep something out, or keep something in, you didn't know, but hell if you weren't going to find out.

"Derek, talk to me," you tried for the fifteenth time that week, walking into the eerily empty loft, save your brooding friend. To your surprise, he finally answered after a moment.

"I'm bad news to anyone I talk to, Y/N."

You let out a sarcastic bark of a laugh. "Welcome to my world."

"Oh, hell, I give up." It took him two quick strides before he was in front of you, your cheeks cupped in his hands as he lowered his face down to yours right as you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway.

Only, instead of a kiss, you ended up basically head butting him, and you both stood there silently, blinking rapidly for a moment until the tension melted into laughter.

"Sorry," you blushed, looking to the floor.

"Someone's eager," he mused with a mischievous grin, making your eyes snap back up to his with a glare.

"Shut up and kiss me, Hale."

And now they're outside ready to bust

(To bust)