No Matter What

Part 7

I'm only one call away

Looking down at your phone in your lap with knit eyebrows, you took a moment before finally pressing the accept button, slowly raising the phone to your ear, and staring straight ahead with the confused expression firmly on your face. Waiting several seconds before finally addressing the person on the other line, you sighed before muttering a defeated, "Hello?"

"Y/N."

You kept your expression bland, your gaze never moving from the vacant space across the room. "Derek, why are you calling me, I am literally across from you in your own damn living room."

In your peripherals you could see him turn and look your way from his kitchen on your left, smirking at you as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder, both hands busy with cooking food for the two of you.

"You're no fun," he mumbled, trying to hide a smile growing on his face.

"No. I'm not. I'm hungry. Chop chop, Hale! Before I die of starvation over here!"

I'll be there to save the day

You had to stop meeting like this. Normal people bumped into each other with their shopping carts at the grocery store. You, on the other hand, kept bumping into Derek Hale while staring in the face of danger, backing into his back as he did the same.

Doing normal things seemed to be the most unlikely thing in your life these days, unable to even go to a movie or out to eat, because of the constant threat being hurled at your home town.

Circling to scan the area, keeping your backs to one another for protection, you shook your head gently in annoyance as you surveyed the area, hearing growls and various sounds of fighting somewhere nearby as members of the pack took out the threats one by one.

"Did ya miss me?" Derek's tone was heavy with a smile, his amusement at the situation contagious.

Throwing away your vision of a normal life, you embraced your new reality as you sunk into a fighting posture, bracing yourself against the charging bad guy heading your way, and smirking as you said, "Took you long enough."

Superman got nothing on me

Walking into his loft unannounced, you ignored his glowing eyes and ready to strike posture without a second glance, studying the floor as you walked through to the table by the large windows, hoping you were walking a straight line as you clutched your left arm tightly to your side with your right, ignoring the likely trial of blood you were leaving behind you.

"What happened?" Derek said to your back, but you ignored him, making it to the table, grimacing as you climbed the two steps up to the new level as pain shot through your body. Sliding the first aid kit so it sat directly in front of you on the large table, you messily tried to open it with one hand, finally succeeding, rifling through the contents until you found a gauze patch, lifting it to your teeth and ripping the package open before fumbling to get it out and open enough to cover the wound.

"Are you bleeding?" You snorted at his question, arching your eyebrows when you realized you didn't have a blood trail behind you. "Y/N! Speak to me!" You jumped at his outburst, closing your eyes as you let out a sigh, your hand holding the gauze resting on the table.

Opening your eyes, you looked straight through the large windows in front of you. "Yes, okay? But not because of hunters." You paused, looking down at the gauze and feeling a sense of embarrassment crawling up your spine. "Or a bad guy. Or a trap."

"Then what?"

Still looking down, you studied the grain of the wood before looking back up through the windows. "Because I'm stupid and decided to play baseball with Stiles, and thought I could epically slide into home plate, but I'm me, so you know how that went."