PLAYER | DEREK HALE

Time Of Death

I wake up slowly as I look around the room and realise I'm in Derek's loft laying on his bed. I roll over to see if he's next to me but he's not. I get up and see him sleeping on the couch. I start to walk over to him silently and I sit on the table. I look at him and watch his slow breathing, my eyes travel down to his shirt and I'm hesitating but I want to see his wound. I place my hands on his shirt then roll it up and his wound is still there, not healing as fast but mine healed even though it took like fourteen hours, why didn't his? Derek moves and grabs my hands while I try to handle the fact he almost scared me to death "What are you doing?" He asks with a smug look

"Being a worried girlfriend" I say and he nods

"Mmm"

"Derek why aren't you healing?" I ask

"Some wounds take longer" He says

"And some leave scars, but not for people like us" I say "You can't lie to me about this, so what's going on?"

"Maybe I'm just tired" He says and rolls back over while letting go of my hands

"Derek show me your eyes" I demand

"You just saw them"

"You know what I mean" I say and I'm getting frustrated with his sarcastic ness "show me your real eyes"

He rolls back over and sighs. He looks directly into my eyes, blinks but there's nothing, absolutely nothing. They didn't change colour at all.

"Show me your eyes" Derek asked and I rolled my eyes then showed him them

"Still dark blue?" I asked cause I haven't seen them in a while

"Yep" He said while sighing at the end

"Now can you tell me what's going on?" I ask and he says nothing

I get up and extend my arm out. He raises an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes.

"Let's get it cleaned silly" I say while he smiles and grabs my hand

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"It's just a graze" I say and stick down the last of the bandage "but make sure that it doesn't get infected" He puts his shirt back on and I walk around to the other side of the table and put the rest of the band aids in the little box.

"Getting hurt is one of the things you never hand to worry about, isn't it?" I ask and he shakes his head  "Well, if you would like to know... I actually broke my right arm four times in the same place when I was eleven to thirteen years old" I tell him and he laughs "I was a tomboy back then, Stiles and Scott used to dare me to do all these crazy things" I tell him and he chuckles. There is a silence in the air, until I ask "So is it everything? No glowing eyes, no healing?"

"Smell, hearing, speed. Everything" Derek says

"Strength?" I ask

"I can still win a fight" He says and I smirk while I put my elbow on the table and extend my hand cause I'm about to whoop his ass in arm wrestling

He laughs a little bit and I'm still smirking. "What? Are you scared that your girlfriend will beat you in a little game of arm wrestling?" I ask and he puts his elbow on the table and grabs my hand "You ready?" I ask

"Mhm" He nods

"One... Two-" I don't finish because I punch him in his wound and slam his hand on the table

"You cheated" he groans while holding his side "that's cheating"

"I won and you lost fair and square" I say "you need to know that not everyone can have the strength and power like us. Even if I'm not fully Human anymore, I still had to use tactics to survive when I was little and being Scott's sister and Stiles' friend, it will come in handy"