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Imma change your life (Part One)

Summary: You are Stiles’ sister, and Laura Hale’s friend. When she disappears, her brother Derek back to Beacon Hills. Things will never be the same again.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall

Words Count: 3568

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"Scott! Stiles! What the hell are you doing in the woods!? You should be in school!" I scream in the direction of my younger brother Stiles, and his best friend. The night before the police found a dead body in the woods, yet unidentifiable, and since I followed the footsteps of my father and I'm a cop, sheriff Stilinski (my father, in fact), has ordered me to command the team for still sift the woods, and scour the area for any clues. But what do I find? My stupid brother who instead of being in school, playing at being a detective with his friend.

"Hey Y/n! Big sis! How are you?"

I approach striding Stiles, and take him by the ear.

"Now you go back in the car immediately, and drive straight up to school. Scott! Move if you don’t want me to talk to your mother!" I turn and I see Scott look at something in the distance. I follow his gaze, and my attention alights on a guy, dressed all in black, with a blank look on his face.

"Scott" I call once again, as I approach him, and shake to get him back to reality, and when he turns to me with a confused look asks me who is the mysterious boy. I breathe deeply; I would tell him I don’t know him, but unfortunately I know exactly who he is.

"He's Derek Hale."

"Hale? Those of the burned house?" Stiles asks curiously. I look up at the sky, thinking how my brother is stupid and tactless. The burning of the Hale family home was one of the most horrible events happened in the last twenty years in Beacon Hills. People died that night, some of them were children.

"Stiles, in the car!"

Sulking, my brother turns on his heels and go by car. I head next to the Jeep, to be sure Stiles and Scott go away. For real.

When the Jeep is long gone, I still turn to the point where is Derek Hale, but I realize that he's gone.

I decide to go back to my car, to call men and take a break, when I see Derek leaning against the hood of the car.

"Two Hale in a week. Should I be worried?" I say as I approach him.

"Two?" Asks Derek with a confused look. He doesn’t know that is not the only one in his family to be in town?

"Your sister Laura came to me a couple of days ago. I'm looking for her. You know something about this?"

Derek seems deep in thought, and expect him to answer me. After a while he walks away from the car and go into the woods. I raise my arms in the air, and scream at him.

"Hey, thank you for answering! You don’t know good manners?"

"Believe me, the one here who knows nothing is you." says Derek back, while he stops a few meters from me.

I approached the door of the car, and I open. Before entering, I give a last look at Derek.

"Believe me Derek, I know more than you think."

"You did!?" I scream at Derek, after entering furiously into the house of Hale, or at least what's left. Derek is sitting on an old chair, one of the rooms on the ground floor. He gets up bored when he sees me.

"This is private property."

I get a move on to go to him, and our faces are found a few centimeters from each other.

"You did it?"

"I don’t know what you're talking about." Derek said while staring at me. I laugh sarcastically, and crossing my arms over my chest.

"I understand what is becoming Scott, even before he understands it. I ask you once again. Do you bite Scott McCall?”

Derek keeps staring at me, but this time with a confused look. Certainly he didn’t expect that someone like me knew.

"How do you know-"

"I told you Derek. I know much more than you think.”

Derek couldn’t know that her sister Laura had told me, many years ago, the truth about his family. They are werewolves. Laura and I, despite the age difference, we were good friends; from an early age, at school, he defended me from the bullies. And one day, on a summer afternoon, while we were playing to climb a tree, I stumbled and fell, dislocating my ankle. Laura, to get me away the pain, used his 'powers', and told me how his family was special, that they belonged to an important and ancient family of werewolves. I promised her not to tell anyone her secret. And so I did.

Now Laura is dead; the body found in the woods was her. Someone, or something, killed her, and probably kill again. And to make matters worse, Scott, the best friend of my brother, was bitten; it will not take much longer, he will begin to be transformed, and he could lose control.

Carry my attention to Derek, who doesn’t decide to answer. Taken by anger, I try to throw a punch, although I know that I will do more hurt to myself than to him.

As I expected, the Derek’s reflections are perfect; He raises his arm and stopped my fist in his hand, without experiencing even the slightest pain.

He is shaking hand around mine, but not so much to hurt me, and approaching dangerously at me, looking me straight in the eye. The heart begins to beat louder and louder, and swallow loudly; I know that Derek can feel my emotions, although I don’t know exactly what I'm feeling right now.

"I have not bitten anyone."

I walk away violently by Derek, never taking my eyes off him. In part, I was hoping it was not him; his sister always told me that his family was not bad, it didn’t bite people, unless it was not necessary.

But if it was not Derek, it means that there is a werewolf on the loose, who killed Laura, thus becoming the Alpha, and that bit Scott. And very soon it will hurt some other innocent.

"Stiles, why did you come to me in the middle of the night by Deaton?" I say, as I wearily in the 'operating room' of Dr. Deaton, veterinarian of the city, and Scott’s boss.

The scene that I find myself in front of, it is rather bizarre, and macabre at the same time. My brother Stiles, white-faced, with a kind of saw in his hands, and opposite him Derek, even paler, and completely sweaty; barely able to hold himself up.

"What the hell have you done Stiles?" I say, as I approach the table, and check Derek closely.

"Still nothing! Kate Argent shot him with a poisoned bullet. Scott is looking for the cure."

"Y/n..."

I turn to Derek, who is about to faint; I cling to me, to make sure he doesn’t fall.

"You have to cut my arm... so the poison... it will not come to the heart..."

I open wide my eyes, looking first at him, and then my brother, still with that tool in his hand. Stiles looks at me, waiting for me to do anything. I open my mouth to say something, but words fail me. Derek wants to cut an arm; his arm! He must be crazy.

"I won't cut your arm!. Hold on Derek. Scott is coming up with the cure."

As if he had heard me, Scott opens the door through which I entered a few minutes before, and runs towards us. With the few forces that are still left, Derek goes to Scott, who gives him a bullet. Derek quickly opens the bullet, and comes out a strange powder, which the wolf collects with his fingers, then rub it on the small wound on the forearm. The strange smoke begins to spread from Derek's arm into the room; he closes his eyes, and falls to the ground, unconscious.

Stiles and Scott try to wake him, in vain.

I moved away from them the body of Derek, I kneel beside him, and began to shake him.

"Derek?" he doesn’t answer.

"Derek..."

...nothing.

Without thinking twice, and having no other choice, I give him a straight punch in the face. Derek gets up with a start, slamming her head against mine.

"Shit!" I scream as I sit down, close my hand to my chest.

Derek gets up slowly, while I massage the hand with which I hit him. I seem to have punched a rock; The hand continued to pulse in pain, and is starting to become purple. Will remain the bruise for a week.

I look in the direction of Derek, to check he's okay. The poison must have made him very badly. Since the Argent, an ancient family of hunters, arrived in the city, things got worse and worse. They think it was Derek to kill the people who died in the last few days, and then he is hunted, especially from Kate Argent. For now they don’t know that Scott is a werewolf, but they are not stupid. They'll find out soon. And in the meantime, Scott falls in love with Allison; shame that the last name of the girl is Argent.

I open the door of my room, kicked, and I throw myself on the bed; I took the ice from the freezer to the hand, which in the meantime has also inflated.

Never hit a werewolf. Never.

I'm going to turn off the lights and go to bed, when I hear strange noises outside my window. I think they are a figment of my imagination, when I hear another blow. I approached the window, and I open it. Derek is sitting on the edge of the gutter, waiting for me to open.

"What are you doing here, Derek?" I ask him while I invite him to enter. He enters, and after closing the window, we both sit at the foot of the bed.

"I wanted to see how you are." He says to me, making me smile.

"You were going to die, and want to know if I'm okay?"

We look into the eyes, and without saying a word, Derek takes my injured hand, wet because of ice, and cradled in her. Suddenly they form small black veins on his arm; the pain in my hand decreases slowly, and some sort of relief invades my body. I take a deep breath and close my eyes; I feel like new.

I saw this 'trick' of wolves, by Laura, but this time it seems... different. The relief, the pain disappeared, Derek's hand brushes mine. My heart increasingly beats faster.

I open my eyes, and meet those insightful Derek.

"Better?"

"Much better."

"Y/n, I have a problem."

At home Stilinski you can never be at peace. Even now, I'm trying to work on a case assigned to me by my dad. I was so absorbed in my thoughts, that when Stiles enters loudly in my room, as I jump. Thank God that is my brother, because if it were not so..

I turn on myself, and look at him with a grim look, waiting until you start talking.

"Danny is coming."

Danny is one of his classmates; Stiles invited him home because we need your help to track a message sent probably from the Alpha. So maybe we finally manage to find it.

"And I..."

"You... have to hold off Derek."

The beat of my heart accelerates to hear his name. When I'm in the presence of Derek, something happens to me.. And knowing that he perceives this... feeling, it makes me go even more crazy. I swallow loudly, and although not convinced, I tell my brother that I will take 'care' of him, not until Danny is gone.

Stiles jumps on me and thanked me, and then run away, straight to her room. I look up to the sky; People like him don’t exist on Earth, but it's not bad as a brother. Sometimes. I smile to myself, and I sling back on my case, when I hear again the door of my room open.

"Stiles, I told you that I will take care of Der-" the phrase stops in the throat, seeing Derek slowly enter into my room. I get up from my desk, and quickly shut the door of my room behind.

"Stiles hadn’t told me that you were already here."

"How do you take care of me, exactly?" Derek said with a provocative smile on his face... so perfect. I shake my head, trying to eliminate the thought out of my head, and I look down so as not to see my red cheeks to the guy in front of me. My attention moves on his shirt.

"Is that blood?" I ask, pointing to his dirty shirt.

"I had a fight."

I look up to the sky. Men, because they have to beat each, instead of talking like civilized people? Without a word, I go out of my room quickly, leaving Derek alone. I enter the room my father's bed, and I take a couple of shirts from her closet. Then I return to my room, where Derek is snooping through my things. I move away him from my desk, and I pass the shirts of my father.

"They should be fine. Choose a shirt and changed."

He doesn’t say it twice; in seconds, Derek takes off his leather jacket, and dirty jersey of blood, remaining with the naked chest. I remain open-mouthed; this is the second time I see him no shirt on, but the first time he was about to die, so I hadn’t focused much, just like I am doing now. I close my eyes, and pointed to the bathroom door.

"There is the... bathroom." I say, rubbing my hand behind the neck.

Derek turns to me, a smile on his face.

"You look nervous..."

I open my eyes, and look at him, smiling so more sarcastic as possible.

"Nervous? Nah. I only have a werewolf wanted by police hiding in my room... half naked. I'm not nervous." I say with a smile, like an idiot. Come on Y/n, what will never be. It's just... Derek.

Derek approaches threateningly at me, and I try to back away as much as possible, until bumping into my desk.

"To me it doesn’t seem to." Derek says, looking me straight in the eye. I don’t know why, but suddenly my body starts to move by itself, and in a few seconds, my lips collide with those of Derek. He immediately responds to the kiss, and taking me by the hips, he makes me sit on the desk. Derek holds me increasingly closer to him, making me moan between his lips. God, this is so exciting.

We continue to kiss, when the bedroom door opens suddenly.

"Y/n, Danny's has don-"

Instinctively I moved away Derek from me, and I bite my lip, looking first at him, and then my brother.

"Am I interrupting something?" asks my brother embarrassed and curious.

"Yes." "No." Derek and I say in unison. I look at him with eyes as 'I beg you put some clothes on'. As if he had read my thoughts, Derek goes to the bed, and takes one of the my father’s T-shirt to wear it while I go down from the desk, and I go to Stiles.

"What did you find out?" I ask my brother.

Stiles, she keeps staring at me in silence launching an occasional glance to Derek. I look up to the sky, and pray to him with the eyes to tell me what he discovered. After a few seconds, he moves gaze back on me, and start talking.

"The message, we found out where it came from."

"Where?" he asks Derek, finally dressed.

"From the hospital of Beacon Hills."

The Alpha perhaps hides the hospital; but why there? Maybe it's one of the patients, or one of the doctors. We must hurry to find out who is. Without thinking twice, I take some clothes from the closet, and I head to the bathroom to get ready.

"Great, let's go to the hospital!"

I stop and look at my brother.

"You're not going anywhere Stiles. Derek and I'll go."

"To do the lovebirds alone? Come on, Y/n! I have a baseball bat to defend myself!"

I get red in the face, for what he has just said about me and Derek. I take a deep breath and approached me dangerously Stiles, pointing a finger.

"You stay at home. You'll also get a baseball bat. But I have a gun."

On the way, Derek and I are doing is exchanging glances, without even saying a word. But I think that the heart beats strong, and my anxiety, do all the work. I can’t believe I kissed Derek Hale. And God, how I liked it. Her lips, so perfect, and his body... so sexy.

I try to chase away those thoughts not very chaste from my mind, while I drive to the hospital. I have to be ready and focused; if the Alpha is there, I can’t wait to kick him in the ass.

Arrived at the hospital, I park the Jeep in front of the entrance. Still silent, Derek opens the car door, but I stop him immediately.

"You're wanted; if you saw go in there, soon they would call the police." I say as I check that the gun is charged and ready for use when needed.

Derek looks up to the sky, and tries to protest, but I pretend not to hear. First out of the Jeep, Derek grabs my arm and pulls my body to his. I feel my heart speed up more and more, as my eyes meet his.

"I want you to be careful." Derek said, his eyes moving from my lips, and again my eyes. I lick my lips, eager to meet again her. But is not the time; Now my mission is to find the Alpha. I nod to his request, and go quickly out of the car. I take a deep breath, in the strange situation of a few seconds ago, and my courage, and I go to the hospital.

When I enter the waiting room is completely empty. No patients, no doctor, and no one at the reception. I scanned the first floor from cover to cover, and when I can’t find anyone, I head to the second floor. Here, too, even the shadow of a person. Step in front of a room, the patient's name written on the door.

Peter Hale.

He’s the uncle of Derek. He also was a victim of Hale house fire; He managed to survive, but remained completely burned, and he doesn’t speak since the accident.

I open the door to check that at least he's okay, but inside the room, there is only the wheelchair. Peter, not even a shadow.

Quickly I take the phone out of the pocket of my pants, and I type the Derek’s number.

"Y/n, all right?"

"Derek, the hospital is empty. There is no one, not even your uncle Peter."

"It’s not possible. He..."

Derek's voice becomes ever more feeble in my head, because my attention is posing on the steps behind me. I turn slowly, and I see him. Peter Hale, in the flesh, staring at me with a mischievous look on his face. She looks at me hungrily, as if I were his next victim. I think about what he did to Scott, what he did to those poor people, and probably also killed Laura. Blinded by rage, I fling myself on him. I bring my hand near the gun, but Peter is too fast, and I find myself slamming against the wall, with Peter's hand that tightens more at my neck. His eyes begin to change color; from a simple blue stain a bright red. The eyes of an Alpha.

I try to remove Peter from me, to breathe, but his hands around my neck are too strong, and I can’t stop it.

When I start to see blurry, I feel a roar from a distance, and looking around, I see Derek, his blue eyes, and his face turned, coming dangerously towards us. Peter finally let me go, and I feel again the lungs fill with air. I fall to the ground, while I see Peter and Derek fight; the latter throws his uncle away, and he walks quickly toward me. Derek helps me to get up, and ran away. Hidden in one of the rooms on the second floor, Derek turns to me, his face normal again.

"You need to leave. Run." He says, before walking away. As he had done before me, I grab his arm and approached me.

"I'm not leaving you here."

Derek looks at me and shakes my face between his hands.

"I'll be fine. But stay here for you is dangerous. Run. Now."

Before I could reply, Derek leaves the room where we hid. I hear roars in the distance.

When I leave the room, there is no trace of Peter. And even Derek.

Part Two

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