Derek Hale Imagines

Keep away

You sighed, letting go of your Dad's hand and went to find Melissa. You walked hard into someone and stumbled a little, only to look up and see Derek holding you in place so you didn't fall on your back.

"Hey... how's your Dad?" He mumbled quickly. His arm suddenly jerked away from you and he shifted awkwardly.

"Ok... I don't think Stiles will deal with this well, what if he doesn't wake up?" You muttered. A gentle finger caressed your cheek and wiped away the tears that were slowly running down your cheeks.

"He'll be fine Melissa's taking good care of him." Derek dropped his hand to your waist and gave you half smile before moving away from you.

Stiles had watched the exchange as he got out of the elevator and really didn't want to have to warn you, yet again, that hanging around with Derek was a bad idea.

"Hey, what the hell Derek I asked you to stay away from her." Stiles yelled as he caught up with Derek. The werewolf span to face Stiles who was now stood in front of him, his anger burning in his eyes as he glared at Derek.

"And I gave her a lift to visit your Dad because you were too busy, no harm in that Stiles." He snapped.

"No harm... it's your goddamn fault Dad's in the hospital and you think I'll just let you get close to my Sister so you can get her hurt to?" Stiles' emotions were ready to burst and Derek had to clench his fists until his claws cut into his palms while he reminded himself that Stiles needed someone to vent to.

"I'm sorry Stiles but like you said it's not safe at the moment and I thought you'd rather her get a lift with me then trek across Beacon Hill's by herself." Derek's voice wavered as he attempted to keep calm.

"You know what Derek, I get that you like my sister and hell she might even like you back but right now she's all I've got so I'm asking you now... please just walk away, forget about her before you get her killed." Stiles didn't give Derek time to respond before turning away and hurrying into his Dad's room.