Allison hated her Aunt for what she did, hated her perhaps more than the Hale family did.

'Penny for them,' Derek said. 'I was remembering darker days,' Allison said. She moved, pushing forward so she was on her knees between Derek's thighs. 'Dark day's long gone love,' Derek cupped her face with his hands. The kiss was gentle, and the water sluiced as she made herself comfortable against him. 'Yeah, I know, but dark days shouldn't be forgotten.'

So he went to a counsellor. Or they sent him to a counsellor. A man, with a purple beard who laughed when Jackson told him there was nothing wrong with his temper, it was a beautiful temper. So blah blah feelings, issues, things that upset him blah blah try out yoga.

When Jordan woke this morning Stiles was sitting on the bottom corner of the bed with his legs crossed reading while Derek showered. They shared a kiss when Derek came out, and Jordan had blatantly watched them.

'You know he's very clean shaven. Never liked em much with a clean face,' Gertie said. 'Huh' Derek asked. 'A man that shaves everyday can't be trusted, too much time on his hands,' Gertie shrugged a shoulder. 'You're a better catch any day.' 'Thanks I think,' Derek said.

There were no condoms, and it was Derek who was reluctant but Braeden had told him to go for it. Actually she begged him to, if her memories of that night, or morning, were anything to go by. 'I'm not calling you Camaro,' Braeden said to- well to her feet actually.

'Don't move out, not when we're angry,' Derek said softly. Jennifer reached for his hand and realised Allison was already holding it. 'It looks like you'll need a carer for a few weeks,' Jennifer said. Derek snorted softly, looking down his body. 'Just a few weeks,' he said with a curl of his lips.

She was busy examining the paint chips on her toenails so it took a while for her to notice that she had company. Self-consciousness caught up with her, she was just in her underwear and when she risked a look so was he, but he looked glorious.

'I don't know how Derek sleeps through it,' Allison said. 'It's his eyebrows. They're like natural blinds; they descend over their masters eyes to help him sleep for as long as possible. Natural light is no contest to them,' Stiles said. Allison was giggling by the time he finished speaking, her hand covering her mouth.

Allison pressed her hands to Derek's chest, running them lightly up to his shoulders. 'You should kiss me,' Derek responded.