Derek Hale Imagines

Stranger

"Mom we have no milk...or anything edible it would seem." You called through the house. You sighed when you walked to the living room and your eyes fell on your exhausted mother, she worked hard for the small house on the outskirts of town and you'd even started working at the local dinner to help out with the bills.

"Sorry sweetie?" She hummed, lifting her head of her arms. You smiled and grabbed a blanket telling her you were going to the gas station; the nearest shop you could walk to.

You grabbed your purse happy that you'd worked an extra shift, you could help cover some of the cost for the food this week and pulled on your coat, you grabbed your running shoes and headphones before heading to the door.

Fifteen minutes later you arrived at the gas station, a little out of breath from the jog to the store, and noted the only car outside was a black Camaro that had just pulled up. You pushed open the door, grateful for the wave of heat hit your cold body.

On your way out you spotted Derek, watching you as he picked out the pump for gas. You still felt awful for breaking into his house, you stopped for a moment, watching him turn to his car. You almost went to talk to him and apologise but three large cars pulled up surrounding Derek's, he glanced at you before turning his attention to the men that had surrounded him.

Your heart began to pound when you realised at least two of the men had guns, you didn't move for fear you'd draw attention to yourself. Or rather more attention than standing half hidden by the shadows that currently held you out of the men's eye line.

You flinched when one of the men moved around the car and smashed the driver's window before driving away. After a few heavy breaths Derek looked over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you going to stand there and freeze or did you want something?" He called over to you. Your legs moved of their own accord, bringing you to stand next to the man, who loomed over you due to your small stature.

"Do you want me to call the cops... my friends dads a lawyer he could help you get that payed for." You mumbled quickly, blushing when he did nothing but gaze at you grumpily.

"Its fine I'll fix it in the morning... you're the girl that broke into my house aren't you?" He asked you quickly. A deep blush filled your cheeks and you shifted the shopping bags to your other hand in an attempt to pull attention away from your face.

"I was dared to go into an abandoned house, no one knew you were living there." You corrected him as if it made it any better. He turned his back on you so he could pay at the gas pumps check point. You took that as your que to leave but were surprised when he got in the car and pulled out of the gas station, pulling up next to you.

"I'm sorry for breaking into your house... can I help you?" You asked nervously. He glanced down the road and it was clear that there were no houses on the long road for a long while.

"You want a lift back?" He offered. You were taken aback by the offer. The girls who'd been at school with Derek told you that he was closed off and humourless, that he'd only talk to his family. As the story was passed from person to person it became more exaggerated but that was how it was in Beacon Hills.

"I'll be ok it's not that far." You muttered and began walking away from him.

"You know I've lived here for twenty years and I know the nearest house is almost half an hour away" He mumbled, he almost looked amused at your response and you blushed a little.

"It's just over fifteen minutes if you run actually." You said quickly before turning away from the car. You sighed when he continued to drive slowly next to you.

"It's freezing and you have about a weeks' worth of shopping there plus its dark now, also armed men are on the loose." Derek said in a tone that told you he wouldn't give up unless you said yes. You stopped, he had a point, you lived in one of the houses that were on the edge of town and your fingers were so cold they were beginning to burn and tingle.

"Fine but you need to stop the car before we get to my house, my Mom's a light sleeper and that engine of yours is stupidly loud." You snapped. He popped the boot and let you put your bags I the trunk and watched you round the car carefully in the mirror.

"Stop here please." You mumbled. You were surprised when he turned off the engine and got out of the car, helping you carry your bags to your porch.

"Thanks for the lift... I am really sorry about breaking into your house, I feel even worse now I know you actually nice." You mumbled as you fumbled with the key in the lock.

"So if I wasn't nice you wouldn't feel bad about it?" He questioned as he took a step down from the porch. You scrunched your nose and shook your head making him chuckle.

"No I'd still feel bad." You tried to explain. He handed you the last bag and waved goodbye to you with a simple raising of an open palm.

"Well good I guess." He said as he began to walk to his car. You nodded to yourself as you shut the door before dragging the bags to the kitchen.