Mates ~REWRITE~

Prelude

Scott McCall was running through the woods, completely and utterly alone. 

At least that's how he felt. Completely and utterly alone. He tripped on a root that seemed to pop out of nowhere, causing him to tumble to the ground with a thud.

Scott groaned, not really planning to get up. He heard footsteps come his way and smelled the familiar scent of Derek Hale. It was a spicy scent with a sweet tinge of something distinctly Derek.

It was nice.

 Scott felt something nudge him in the shoulder. Most likely Derek's foot.

"Yes?"

"Why are you on the floor? Did you fall?"

"No," Scott snorted, ignoring the blush on his cheeks. "The floor needed a hug."

"Backwards?"

"I'm skilled."

Scott heard Derek chuckle a little and felt the nudge again. 

Scott looked up at Derek and saw his hand waiting to pull him up. Scott smiled and put his in Derek's. A shock spread through both of them, Scott and Derek's eyes connecting. It was like an exhilaration rush zooming through his body. 

He never felt this before touching Derek. 

Never.

Derek pulled Scott up and they looked at each other in the eye. 

Scott never really noticed how beautiful Derek's green-blue eyes could be. And with small shields surrounding them, not letting anyone in and not letting anything out.

Derek pulled his hand back as he realized he held Scott's hand longer than necessary. With one last glance, Derek stomped away, heading back to his house.

Scott looked at his hand and at Derek's retreating figure. Why had he felt that way?

And why did he like it?

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