Derek Hale Imagines

Teeth ache and Polite ducks

"Why doesn't she just walk?" Derek grumbled. Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes. He'd spent two hours explaining to Derek why they had to detour to pick you up before going to meet Scott, Derek cleary was unaware of the effects the painkillers you were going to be on had on humans.

"Because in the state she's in she'd go home with a polite duck." Stiles jokes, frowning when that answer concerned Derek more than the thought of a manic doctor yanking out your teeth, Stiles let his imagination a fear of the dentist runaway with him. He didn't hear Derek mutter something about dedicated ducks and a werewolf hunter who lived in New York.

He snapped out of it when Derek started getting out. "What're you doing?" Derek asked when Stiles grabbed his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Stiles answered.

"To get (Y/N) before the duck does." Derek answered seriously and Stiles gawked at him for a moment.

"You understand it was a hypothetical duck?" He asked, letting Derek go when he growled and climbed out. "How is a werewolf that big afraid of ducks? I mean Liam I get. He gets his lunch stolen by Theo everyday... or... is he feeding Theo?" Stiles continued his out loud train of thought as he followed Derek to collect you.

When he caught up he found Derek frowning at you as you lay on the floor and stared at one of the lights. "I Told you the werewolves were here." You suddenly slurred at the nurse who was looking at you with concern. "They came for me!" You yelled.

Derek glanced between you and Stiles before picking you up and carrying you to the car while Stiles got your things.

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"Scott. Werewolves are everywhere!" You said as he and Stiles brought your homework.

"See what I mean. She's gone kinda crazy. Oh and she keeps telling me there's a werewolf in her closet whenever I check in on her." Stiles said as he waved a hand at you, slowly stopping when you did the same at him.

"I mean... It does smell like Derek in here. But his jackets over there." Scott offered as an answer.

"Scott she had her teeth pulled, she's not turned so how's she going to know it smells like a werewolf in here?" Stiles asked, frowning at you when you began to stroke a blanket and coo at it.

"I dunno but... here." Scott vanished for a moment before returning with one of his clean gym socks, filled with ice. He wrapped it around your head and smiled. "Feel better?"

You nodded and rubbed your face a little. They spent most of the afternoon helping you with your homework and keeping up with class work that they didn't notice someone lurking outside.

By the time they left they were too tired to spot him climbing in through the window. Derek smiled when he saw you curled up asleep. He'd been taking your pain since you'd had your teeth out. He couldn't bare the scent you gave off, now it was lessened, but you were in so much pain he could taste it.

At first he simply took your pain until you could sleep and left. One night he fell asleep and it became a habit, making sure you were ok. He was pleased you didn't remember, he didn't want to have to admit to the pack that he was fond of you.

"Hi Derek." You mumbled as he sat on the edge of your bed. He chuckled and lay down, taking your hand as he took your pain again.

"You normally forget I've come." He admitted quietly. You sleepily gestured to his jacket and he laughed, releasing in his rush to hide from Stiles during the week he'd forgotten the jacket.