|Everyone Has Demons
Author: Perfectly-Imperfect1996 PM
When Derek finds Ava Bates passed out on the side of the road he doesn't know why but he has to save her. But she's more than just your average damsel in distress, she's something no one but Dr. Deaton has seen before. Ava and her 300 years worth of baggage are stuck living with Derek until someone figures out what's wrong with her. Derek/OC & Isaac/OCRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Derek H. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,492 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 05-13-13 - Published: 07-24-12 - id: 8356589
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I drove to the vet's office as fast as I could, probably breaking a few traffic laws but whatever. When I pulled out front Dr. Deaton met me at the car and got in the passenger seat. "What's going on? Do you know what happened to Derek?"
"I have an idea." He directed me where to go and fifteen minutes later we were pulling up outside a creepy old burned building, must be Derek's old house.
"How do you know this stuff?" I asked. He didn't answer and instead got out of my car and started walking up to the house. I followed him into what had at one time probably been the living room. It wasn't a totally unattractive house; it had probably looked really nice before the fire. I just wasn't a fan of old houses anyways, they reminded me of home, and I'd prefer to live in a modern city apartment. "Where are we going? Where's-" Then I noticed Derek on the ground next to a large hole and I dropped to my knees next to him. I listened to his breathing and sighed in relief when I realized he wasn't dead. "He's breathing, barely. What happened?"
I waited for an answer but once again Dr. Deaton ignored me. I wasn't sure what to do so I just sat there sort of holding Derek's head on my lap. Dr. Deaton pulled out a whistle like the kind you'd use for calling your dog and blew, I guess it worked cause Derek's eyes fluttered open. "Ava?" I jumped and let his head fall back on to the ground with a thud, he groaned.
"Sorry," I squeaked. I stood up and took a step away from him. He tried to stand up as well but fell backwards; I grabbed him before he hit the ground and helped him stand up. "Ugh, even for me with super strength, you're heavy."
"It's all this muscle," he said and flashed a smile.
I rolled my eyes. "He's definitely ok."
"You're going to be tired for a few hours," Dr. Deaton told Derek. Then he looked at me, "Did you kiss him?"
"Um yeah," I said. I looked at Derek but he was looking intently at the floor.
"Good, that extra energy from you is probably why he's recovering so quickly," Dr. Deaton said.
"What?" Derek asked confused.
"I've discovered that werewolves are the reason Ava fainted."
"Did it happen again?" Derek asked. Though he was still looking at Dr. Deaton.
"Yes, I passed out again. Isaac got me some adrenaline before anything bad happened though," I told him. "Not that you care," I mumbled. He looked at me finally.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, genuinely.
"It's whatever, you didn't know."
"Now back to the matter at hand," Dr. Deaton said reminding us that there were bigger problems than me and Derek's-whatever that was. Derek looked down at the hole and the floor.
"It really happened."
"What really happened?" I asked.
"Don't worry, you're still an alpha," Dr. Deaton told Derek.
"Where is he?" Derek asked.
"I wish I could tell you," the vet said shaking his head.
"Where is who?" I asked a little louder.
"How about you tell me why you're here and why you're helping me?" Derek asked.
"Helping your family used to be an important part of my life and helping you was something I promised your mother."
"Oh wow, you got an answer. That's nice, I feel so included. Can someone please tell me what the hell happened here?" I snapped. They both looked at me like they had conveniently forgotten I was there. For second I thought they were going to continue to ignore my questions but finally Dr. Deaton sighed and started to explain.
"Derek's uncle, the alpha before him, was killed a few months ago. Now, somehow he's been resurrected using Derek."
"I'm assuming that's not a good thing," I said. I could tell this was the very abridged version of this story but at least now I knew the who and the what. "And I guess Lydia had something to do with this too?"
"Yes, we know she was bit by Peter and that she didn't transform into a werewolf but we don't know what other effects the bite may have had on her."
"Well from the little bit I saw of her tonight I'd say she might be certifiably insane. Is there such thing as werewolf rabies?"
"Someone will need to keep an eye on Lydia but right now the priority is Peter."
"And the kanima," I said.
"Precisely, Scott is dealing with the situation as we speak. I believe he's found the master; it's only a matter of time before the situation is resolved. Then we need to deal with Peter, he's going to try to get into your head Derek, he'll want you to think that he's the only way to stop Gerard." I wanted to ask who Gerard was but I felt bad for interrupting again. "Don't trust him."
"I don't trust anyone," Derek said. Neither did I, but why then did I feel a little upset that Derek didn't trust me? It's not like I trusted him either. I'd spent 300 years running from the council and only once had I ever been found thanks to my lack of trust. I shook the memory from my head; I didn't want to think about the council, that would only lead to thinking about Brooke and I still hadn't recovered from the incident at the party.
"If you did, you might be the alpha you like to think you are," Dr. Deaton said. Where had I heard something like that before? Oh.
"Brooke, please tell me he doesn't know what you are," I groaned.
"He might know what I am. Don't give me that look, Ava! I trust him!" Brooke assured me.
"How many times have I told you not to trust anyone? You know what mom warned us about."
"Oh yeah the stuffy high council is going to come chastise me for having a boyfriend," Brooke said rolling her eyes.
"No, the council is going to kill you because you aren't staying under the radar."
"I don't see what the big deal is, it's not like we kill people or anything. Ava, lighten up! Maybe if you actually trusted someone you might be able to be the person that you'd like people to think you are."
"You need to find Scott as quickly as possible," Dr. Deaton was telling Derek. I had dropped out of the conversation for a moment but it was obvious neither of them had even noticed.
Derek nodded and started to leave. "I'm coming with you," I said.
"I thought you wanted to get out of this town as quick as possible?" Derek asked.
"Well if you're going to make a habit of almost dying then you might need me around to save you. We're even now by the way."
"Well don't get in the way," Derek said but he looked a tiny bit happier than his words let on.
A few minutes later we were pulling up outside of the police station. "How do you know they're here?" I asked.
"It's an alpha thing," Derek said. "Plus there's Stiles's car."
"Oh." I opened the door and started to get out but he held up a hand to stop me. "What?"
"Something's wrong, stay here. Don't come in yet, we might need you for back up."
"Um ok then," I mumbled but Derek was already gone. I sat in the car for twenty minutes waiting for something to happen. Another car pulled up a few spaces from me. I watched a middle aged woman get out and watched her walk up to the door unsure if I should try to stop her or not. Derek had been acting strange but maybe he was just being paranoid. Before I could make up my mind she had walked inside and closed the door. It was only moments later that a shot rang out and someone started screaming. I jumped out of the car and ran towards the door, last minute I ducked behind a bush though and tried to find a window I could look in but the glass was frosty and I could only make out shadows. From the voices I could hear in the lobby I could tell Scott was the one who had been shot. The woman who had walked in a few moments before was his mother. I didn't recognize the shooter's voice but that wasn't saying much because I barely knew anyone in Beacon Hills. They walked out of the lobby and I couldn't hear them any longer, even with my hearing that was better than a normal human's.
A few minutes later a black SUV pulled up outside the building and several people armed with lots of fancy looking weapons got out. I didn't recognize the men but I assumed they must be the hunters that Derek and Dr. Deaton had been talking about. Then the girl turned around and I realized that she was Scott's girlfriend. They opened fire on the building and I could hear glass breaking. I didn't know what else to do but run in the main doors, I wasn't about to sit outside and let the crazy hunters find me.
I sprinted through the building looking in as many rooms as I could until I finally found Derek and Stiles lying on the floor of one of the offices. "Are you two alright?" I asked. The building was beginning to fill up with smoke and I tried batting it away from my eyes so I could see them.
"Kanima vemon," Stiles grumbled. "Being paralyzed isn't fun."
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see Scott next to me. "I'll grab Stiles," he said. He would leave the heaviest one to me. Luckily Derek was much less paralyzed than Stiles was and he just needed some help standing up.
"You're ok?" I asked. "Do you need some energy or something?"
"If the hunters are here having you possibly blackout is a bad idea," Derek said.
"Right, good point."
"You should have stayed out there."
"You told me you might need backup, sorry if I thought that hunters showing up with guns was a reason for me to back you up."
"Gerard will kill you just because we're friends. Not to mention what will happen if he finds out what you are."
"Friends," I murmured. Derek gave me a look and I shrugged. "But why would Gerard want me dead? I'm not dangerous or anything, I don't kill people. Who cares if I like hanging out with werewolves, honestly they'll probably be the death of me anyways so that'll just save him the trouble."
"Trust me, he won't care." He pulled me through another door. "Now be quiet, we need to catch Jackson by surprise." I followed Derek into the holding cell room; several people were already in here; Scott's mother, who was in the cell, and two guys, one of whom was unconsciousness. Derek went all wolfy just as I realized the kanima was in the doorway of the next room. They launched at each other and Derek managed to push the lizard against a table, but the kanima pushed back and sent Derek flying across the room. I threw myself in between them to give Derek a moment to recover and with my super strength I managed to toss the kanima across the room. He didn't even flinch and came back full force but at least Derek had a second to stand next to me. Derek jumped at the kanima and I grabbed a chair which I hurled at the lizard the moment I got the chance. Derek tried pushing the kanima off him with the chair but was sent flying over a desk. I got the kanima's attention again and, doing an Olympics worthy handspring, launched myself across the room and straight into the kanima knocking him down, we fought for a moment before I was knocked across the room and into a brick wall. I collapsed at the bottom feeling tired all of a sudden. The kanima looked at me and I was pretty sure I was about to, at the very least, be paralyzed when Scott ran in and grabbed the kanima from the bars and pulled him to the ground. I used that moment to get up and make my way to Derek.
"I'm fine," he told me before I could ask. "Come on let's get you out of here before you pass out." We started down the hall but I stopped when we heard voices behind us.
"Is that Scott?" I whispered. Derek nodded. I didn't recognize the other voice but it was obvious from Derek's expression that he did. "Who is that?" I mouthed silently. I tried to lean around the corner and look but Derek pulled me back.
"Gerard," Derek mouthed. My eyes widened in surprise. Scott the werewolf was working with the evil werewolf hunter? In what world did that possibly make sense? Scott walked by without noticing us. Derek grabbed me and pulled me out to my car. I got in and just sat there, still in shock.
"I don't know."
"But we trust Scott right?" I asked.
"I thought we could." He rubbed his face. "I can't trust anyone."
"You can trust me," I said. It was so quiet that I could barely hear what I had said. He looked over at me. "Whatever happens, I can promise you I'm on your side and that you can trust me. I still don't know if I'm staying or going but you saved my life so unless you give me a reason not to trust you, well you have my trust." I took a breath before adding, "Don't screw it up."
He stared at me and for a split second I thought he was going to kiss me, until I realized what would happen if he did and I sat back in my seat ending the moment. "Yeah," he mumbled.