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Derek Hale is not that kind of guy. He’s not the kind of guy who brings people (snotty interns who don’t return his texts) coffee before their rounds. He’s certainly not the guy that makes sure certain snotty interns don’t pass out and die when they have slight concussions. He’s not the guy who keeps having supposedly meaningless sex with someone who it seems might not think it’s meaningless at all. Okay. So Derek doesn't have concrete proof of this, except for the fact that Stiles has totally been avoiding Derek.
Derek is not the guy that people avoid.
Except that he his. He is that guy.
He’s not the knight in shining whatever. He’s just a dude who saves children’s lives.
Well, when you say it like that, it is hard to not call him a knight or a hero.
But yeah, Derek wouldn’t consider himself anything special.
Proof of this fact resides in the pages of one Doctor Stilinski’s notebook (which is supposed to be for taking down notes that will aid in patient care, and not doodles of any of the attendings in sexy nurse uniforms. Because besides pornographic doodles, and notes clearly between Stiles and his TCFCBFF (too close for comfort best friend forever) is a list entitled “Things That Are Wrong With Dr. Hale(Also Known as Dr. Sexy M.D.)”
And it’s not a short list either. It’s clearly the product of multiple brainstorming sessions, if the number of different pens used is any indicator.
It reads as follows:
#1: Wears his scrub shirt tucked into his pants like a freak.
#2: What grown man knows all the words to Frozen?
#3: Doesn't own a TV. Whenever I do see him watching TV, he's watching sitcoms from the 70's. I don't think he even knows what Game of Thrones is.
#4: I think he was raised by wolves. Never speaks about his family.
#5: Likes to dip his jammy toast into his eggs.
#6: My nipples were never this sensitive before. Derek Hale is obviously a nipple charmer. Like. In a bad way.
#7: You can't like a person whose first words to you were "Get the fuck out of my way before I run you over."
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#1: Wears his scrub shirt tucked into his pants like a freak
Derek stood up from the bed in the on call room, picking up his henley. Meanwhile Stiles seemed to be having an existential crisis on the bed, staring at the bottom of the upper bunk.
"You okay?" Derek asked, standing. That was what you did when you just had sex with an intern who kissed you in an elevator like a teenager on their first date, right? You made sure they were okay and not freaking out, like they obviously were.
Stiles shook his head, seeming to come back to himself. "Yeah, once my legs start working again."
Derek huffed a laugh, pulling his shirt over his head and tucking it into his pants. Stiles openly stared at him.
"You need your eyes checked?" Derek asked. Stiles shook his head, remaining quiet.
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#2: What grown man knows all the words to Frozen?
A six year old girl should not have been nearly as intimidating as Ella was. During his emergency rotation, Derek once wrestled a meth-head to the ground. He used to be able to calmly face down a drunk dude twice his size who would get handsy with the nurses.
And yet. There Derek was, kneeling face to face with a tiny blonde girl outside the MRI.
"I'll be here the whole time." Derek told her, trying not to let the frustration show on his face. He could see through the glass partition that the tech on duty was losing all patience with them. And he couldn't sedate a little kid, he just couldn't.
Ella narrowed huge, blue eyes on him and the thin arms crossed over her chest only tightened. She shook her head firmly. "No."
"Ella, how are we gonna get your better if you won't let us see all your boo boos?" Derek said. If anyone had told him that the words 'boo boo' and 'ouchie' would be a part of his every day vocabulary, he probably would have told them they were crazy. Still, there's a certain way you have to get on a kid's level to get them to let you take care of him.
And Ella, she was not getting into that MRI without some serious encouragement. Food was out, she was headed to surgery soon. The MRI was just to confirm that nothing had progressed.
"I'm not going," Ella said, stamping her foot. "Mama's not here to sing it."
There it was. Derek sighed and closed his eyes. Ella's mother worked double shifts at the diner in town. She would be there for her daughter's surgery, but couldn't make it until later.
"What does mama sing to you?" Derek asked. Ella pointed very clearly at the nightgown she wore under a pink robe. A nightgown with a sassy looking blonde woman on it and a misshapen snowman. "No. I'm not gonna do that."
Growing up with Cora as a sister, Derek's seen his fair share of shade thrown at him. Ella's face puts Cora to shame. She purses her lips and her eyes roll so hard that he's worried she might do permanent damage to herself.
"Hale. Move it along." The tech said over the intercom. "I've got three more people in line."
Derek sighed.
Some times you do things you instantly regret. Uttering the words "Do you wanna build a snowman?" were probably in his top 5 regrets in life.
Ella's eyes went huge and she let him pick her up and set her down on the part of the machine that would roll her inside the MRI when it started up.
And that's how Derek Hale ended up having to sing along to a series of increasingly embarrassing songs from Frozen until Ella's MRI was over.
Only it didn't end there because news in a hospital travels fast, even faster when kids are in the mix. The next day, every single patient he had refused to cooperate until he sang to them.
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#3: Doesn't own a TV. Whenever I do see him watching TV, he's watching sitcoms from the 70's. I don't think he even knows what Game of Thrones is.
Derek has no anecdotal evidence to argue against this one. But why would a man who is only home three nights a week pay for cable?
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#4: I think he was raised by wolves. Never speaks about his family.
Derek walked into the bar across from the hospital where most of the interns and residents gathered after a long shift, Cora pointed at Stiles passed out asleep on the barstool he sat on.
"Get him out of here before I draw a penis on his face."
Derek rolled his eyes and planted both of his hands under Stiles' armpits, pulling him up and standing as the younger man woke up with a start. "Lemme alone!" Stiles grumbled.
Derek sighed and half carried the tired intern out of the bar and onto the street. Judging by the untouched rum and Coke that had melted in front of the younger man, he hadn't even had anything to drink. He was just exhausted after a grueling shift.
"Why don't you just use the key I gave you and crash on my couch?" Derek asked.
Stiles growled something unintelligible about being a strong independent woman. "You know that mean lady at the bar?" He asked a moment later.
Derek sighed, "You could say that."
Stiles grumbled again and let Derek guild him up to his apartment where he fell asleep on Derek's couch and was gone in the morning.
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#5: Likes to dip his jammy toast into his eggs.
Stiles hasn't tried it. He has no right to knock it.
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#6: My nipples were never this sensitive before. Derek Hale is obviously a nipple charmer. Like. In a bad way.
Derek's not going to refute that.
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#7: You can't like a person whose first words to you were "Get the fuck out of my way before I run you over."
Derek pushed his way through a group crowding the ambulance entryway. Interns all of them. He could tell by the way that they were all smiling and crowding up to pull on their emergency gowns. None of them realized the most medicine they would practice on their first day would be bandaids on bug bites.
Derek used his shoulders to pry through the eager group all talking wildly to each other.
Lydia and Danny stood at the curb, shaking their heads.
"Interns already?" Derek asked, rubbing his hands together.
Lydia rolled her eyes, "Like Labradors, all of them. They keep following me and breathing heavily."
"You were just like them." Danny says, cracking a grin. "I remember a fresh-faced young woman who screamed when she got blood in her shoe.
Lydia pinned Danny with a glare. "At least I didn't misdiagnose someone with scurvy."
The argument went on much like that until the ambulance rolled up, sirens blaring at the curb.
Their patient, a kid who knocked himself unconscious in a fall from a skateboard was unloaded from the ambulance onto a gurney and quickly pushed towards the doors. Only there was someone copying down something furiously in the notebook in his hands.
Derek pulled the gurney to a halt, barking out the words "Get the fuck out of my way before I run you over."
The kid looked up, amber eyes going wide as he quickly scampered out of the way.
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The list ends there. There's probably a lot more, only Derek's a little too freaked out to venture to know why exactly there's a list of his faults or what Stiles perceives as Derek's faults.
It's a long night, and Derek's patient is faring really well. So with a steadily beeping heart monitor as his only soundtrack, he sets pen to paper, feeling the letters beat out as steady as that heartbeat going like a metronome.