It's just what you do / Derek Hale

Part 1

Stella climbed up from the couch, the immediate feeling of sickness creeping up again. She huffed as she walked to the door, grabbing the lighter and cigarettes from the counter. 'You just gotta stand up for a little longer,' she whispered to herself as she lit the cigarette. A smoke did a lot, it didn't make you feel better but it was a time for her to think and make things clear. Or just daydream.

She was only halfway through the cigarette when the front door opened, the voice of her brother filling the living room. He quickly made his way to the living room, followed by a tanned man, someone Stella had never seen before.

'I am not even going to ask,' she said as she looked at the man, blood on his shirt. 'Maybe that's the best,' Stiles nervously answered, instantly after asking if she was feeling better. 'Clearly not,' she looked at her shaking hand, her little brother following her eyes, the other guy looked as well. 'Maybe if you didn't smoke so much, you wouldn't be sick so much,' her brother really didn't like the smoking, like really didn't like it.

She repeated what he said with a funny voice, getting a funny look from her brother. 'It is just a common flu,' she mentioned, taking another drag.

'Well, your ashes are flying inside the house, and you know that makes dad mad, he has enough on his mind to be vacuuming the house every other day,' Stiles seemed tired, and concerned with his sister, she had been sick a lot lately. 'They are not!' Stella stated, blowing at the ashes she tapped off.

'They are,' the mans voice was hard and monotone, as he pointed to Stella's feet. At her feet lay a piece of paper. 'To consider you are one of Scott's friends as well, you would expect you had better sight, that, strange man, is a piece of paper,' she tapped on it with her shoe as she gave the man another look. He was quite handsome, his muscles were clear to see with the tight long sleeve he was wearing, and those green eyes had quite the piercing effect.

She knew about Scott and some things that had been going on, but she had told them to not drag her into it what so ever, it was cool and adventurous but she didn't like the whole drama about it.

'I didn't know you had a sister, Stiles,' the man spoke again, looking up and down the girl and than back to Stiles. 'Don't even think about it,' the anger rose in Stiles voice, but was quickly turned into fear as the guy give him a dangerous look. Stella let out a little huf, she wouldn't mind if he did think about it. 'Stella,' she said as she put out the cig, throwing the tip in the bin.

When she turned around, the guy had his hand out towards her, 'Derek,' he responded, giving her a grin. She shook his hand, he shook it rather firmly, but she wasn't surprised, with him being all muscly and stuff. 'See you around,' he spoke again. She smiled softly as she walked passed him, whispering a soft 'I sure hope so,' under her breath.

She put herself back on the couch, letting herself fall back asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her dad would be home in a few hours, and he would have medication with him, hopefully the right ones this time.

'Listen,' Stiles closed the door behind him, Derek turning around, folding his arm over his chest. 'We are here to help Scott, keep your hands of my sister, or I will turn your little werewolf furr into a jacket and wear it proudly to school!' Derek huffed, turning his head around, he was anything but afraid of the teenage boy, but he understood the way he protected his sister.

'Well, lucky for you, I am not interested.' He spoke, luckily Stiles wasn't the one that could hear heartbeats, because even when she looked and smelled of sick, he wouldn't mind getting a piece of her.

But it wasn't just that that made Derek so interested in her, it was the fact that what she had was anything but the common flu. 'You better not,' Stilinski whispered softly, he didn't want Derek to push him against the wall, because even though that was no effort for Derek, it hurt like hell for Stiles' back.

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Only two hours later, Sherrif Stilinski came back to find his daughter still on the couch, passed out. He lightly tapped her shoulder. 'Stella, wake up,' he didn't want to be to loud, but she had to take the medication. 'I'm up!' She quickly was on her feet, but fell back down on the couch soon enough. Her dad snickered, telling her about the medication.

'Stiles! Take away!' Stiles stumbled down the stairs, hurrying down to the table. 'You are obsessed,' his sister joked as she slowly walked over. 'Get away from me! You're sick!' Stiles joked back to his sister, she sat at the end of the table.

'I bought a salad for you, take your pill first,' her dad asked, giving a soft smile. 'I am thinking about going to school tomorrow,' she informed her family. 'I will give you a ride,' her brother responded, 'if you don't puke in my car.' She smiles at him, mumbling a thank you between bites of her stupid salad.

They had casual small talk at the table, but she could see that her dad enjoyed times like these. There hadn't been much talk in the house lately, with Stella being sick and Stiles deciding werewolf business was more important.