"We're never forever, I know that
Still, I'm coming back. "
In which the man who's lost almost everyone he's loved falls for the girl on borrowed time.
Derek Hale x OC
Teen Wolf Seasons 1 through 4
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"WHAT'S HE DOING here?" Scott questioned Derek as the two McCall's led Derek and Isaac into the animal clinic. They were supposed to go over a plan to save Jackson, or at least try to. Whether or not they could save the boy was still a big puzzle, but they needed to figure it out before more people died.
"I need him," Derek answered.
"I don't trust him," Scott mumbled grumpily.
"Really? You'll trust Derek and join his pack, but you don't trust his pack?" Lilith sassed, Derek tilting his head towards her in agreement.
"Yeah, well he doesn't trust you either," Isaac chimed in, ignoring Lilith and Derek.
"You know what? Derek really doesn't care," Derek snapped, quickly losing his patience with the teen wolves.
"And Lilith is already tired of you testosterone-filled wolf anger, so if we could all put aside our differences to catch a killer, that would be great," Lilith smirked, all of the boys raising their eyebrows at her.
"You have a lot of confidence for a human girl in a room full of werewolves," Isaac commented, Lilith rolling her eyes. She was getting really tired of people underestimating her.
"I'm not human and I'm getting pretty good with knives, so I suggest we all try and get along so I'm not forced to use them." It was true, Lilith had been working at night with Allison when she wasn't sneaking out to see Scott. She had gotten used to using Chinese Ring Daggers and guns, preferring the first. Sure, guns had an advantage, but something about the knives was more comfortable with her.
"I don't think that's necessary, Lilith. Now, where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek asked Scott, Deaton peering over them from the doorway that led to the back.
"That depends," he called, revealing his position to the rest of the pack. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"
"Save him," Scott answered, Derek saying, "Kill him," at the same time. Lilith looked between the two, eyebrows raised. She would've assumed they'd figured all of that out by then, but they weren't exactly the best pair.
"Save him," Scott reiterated for Derek, the man simply responding in agreeable silence. "Save him." Deaton motioned his head for them to follow him to the back room, grabbing a wooden case of different herbs and poisons. Isaac moved to touch one, Derek grabbing his wrist before he could reach them.
"Watch what you touch," he warned, knowing most of the objects before them were poisonous or hurtful to werewolves.
"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asked the Deaton as the man looked through his glass jars.
"No, I'm a veterinarian, she's the witch," he answered, seeming fed up with the wolves and the actual witch. Lilith raised her eyebrows, unaware that Deaton knew about her powers. "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin.
