A Twist of Fate -Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Season Four: Time of Death

"Are we really doing this?" I hear Little Liam ask.

"Doing what?" I question as I walk into my kitchen to put my coffee oreo ice cream away.

There, in my kitchen, is Scott, Stiles, Kira, and Liam. They seem to be plotting... without me. Those plotters.

"Starting a study group." Stiles says, not smoothly.

"Really?" I ask.

"Ya." Stiles says, everyone nodding along with him.

"What are you guys going to be studying?"

"Stuff..."

"Like?"

"Potatoes." Scott exclaims, making the other three look at him.

"You're going to be studying potatoes."

"Ya, you know, the circumference. The- the-" Kira tries.

"Roundness." Liam says.

"Let's start over. What are you guys doing?" I re-ask.

Sighing, Scottlooks to Liam and Kira. "Can you guys give us a moment?" He asks.

They nod and leave the room.

"We're making a plan to catch the Benefactor." Scott tells me.

"And I'm not involved."

"You're not gonna like the plan."

"Because..."

"Cause you're not."

"How would you know?"

"Cause the plan is for me to die."

"It's what?" I exclaim.

"And that's why we didn't tell you." Stiles mutters.

I give him a Hale glare.

"Scott, you're not doing that." I object.

"We are. Than I'll come back to life. It's the plan we have to catch him." Scott says.

"But what if you don't come ba-"

"I will."

"But-"

"Tess-"

Sighing, I say, "What do you want me to do?"

"Spend the night at Derek's."

"So I'm not even going to help?"

"Tess, you almost died at the school." Stiles reminds. "We don't want you to-"

"You don't think I can protect myself?"

"No, we want to protect you. I don't want you to see me how I saw you. So lifeless. Just, spend time with Derek." Scott tells me.

"Promise you'll be alright."

"Promise... Come here." Scott says, opening his arms.

I go over to him and he oulls me into a hug which I return.

"Feels like something's missing." I say.

"What?"

"A bestfriend."

I open one of my arms and Stiles smiles, joining in our hug.

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Apprehensive. Apprehensive would describe how I felt all day.

Confued is how I feel when I wake up in Derek's bed... alone. I sit up and see Derek sleeping on the couch. Why?

I quietly get out of bed and make my way over to him, my feet not making a noise on the floor. I lean down so I'm crouching on my legs. Derek's arms are folded on top of his chest and I watch as his chest evenly falls and rises.