Teenager - Derek imagine

The ringing of your phone pulled you out of your sleep. You sighed and reached over, grabbing your phone off your bedside table. 


Stiles' contact flashed on the screen and you swiped your finger over the screen to answer it before holding it up to your ear. 


"This better be important, Stiles. I was having a good dream!"  You sighed, wiping at the corners of your eyes. 


"Uh," Stiles hesitated for a moment. "Its Derek." 


You sat up, immediately awake. "What happened?" 


"You remember Kate, right?" He asked and you mumble a 'Mhm'. "Well it turns out that she isn't well... dead." 


"What?" You gape. "I thought Peter like, slashed her throat?" 


"Oh, he did. But it turns out that you can be turned by a scratch, if the claws go deep enough, so..." 


"Shes a werewolf." You finish his sentence. 


"Werejaguar." He corrects. You laugh slightly, a werejaguar... that's a new one. 


"So what does Derek have to do with all of this?" You question and you hear someone in the background shout a 'Just tell her!'. 


"I think it would be easier to just show you." Stiles says and you hear a car door close. "Can you meet us at Scott's?" 


You glance at your clock on your bedside table, 1am. "Okay, I'll be there in 5." You sigh before hanging up. You pull on some decent clothes before grabbing your keys and phone, heading out the front door. 


Approaching Scott's house you see Stiles' jeep parked out front, signalling they're already there. You parked your car on the street outside Scott's and hop out. A part of you was scared to find out what happened to Derek, but nonetheless you walked up to Scott's front door, knocking. 


Stiles answered and ushered you inside quickly. He lead you into the lounge room where Scott was sitting with another boy who only look to be around 15. He looked up to you and his eyes seemed to light up, like he was relieved to see you. 


"Derek, do you remember (Y/N)?" Stiles questions, furrowing his eyebrows at Derek's reaction upon seeing you. 


You turn to look at Stiles, shocked at his words. "Derek? As in my boyfriend who is usually really buff and terrifying and not fifteen years old Derek?" 


You turn back to the boy-Derek- just as he nods at Stiles' question. 


"Well that's a good thing, right?" Scott pipes in. "That he remembers you? It shows that he hasn't lost all of his newer memories." 


"You don't remember Scott or Stiles?" You ask Derek and he shakes his head, no. You close your eyes and shake your head, all this information being quite overwhelming. 


You take a seat next to Derek and sigh. Derek places his hand in one of your own, "We'll get through this." He reassures. 


"I hope so." You sigh, giving his hand a slight squeeze. 

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