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"Haven't you ever thought about it, Derek? What it's like outside these walls when we're not dealing with the others?" asked Ali as she brushed her light blonde hair over her shoulders and rolled over on her mattress to face him.
"I've thought about it, more than once. I've thought of just walking outside to get a breath of real air, but the cage is what I'd get. What do you miss the most?" asked the wolf as he rolled over to face the older girl, his eyebrows raised high in question.
"The warmth of the sun when you walk out of a cold house, or when a ray hits you outside on a breezy day. I just wish we could go out and run around, I know there's got to be a park around here somewhere. If we wouldn't keep moving." she ground out irritably, hitting her fist off of the mattress, sending up a tiny smoke of dust.
"They're moving us again tomorrow morning, before the sun gets up. We can try and look for a park once they move us." bargained Derek as he sat up a bit, trying not to wake up any of the other kids.
"The newest boy and the favorite girl trying to make a break for it? Not likely to happen without getting us both killed. There's beginning to be too many of us to keep track of, they're starting to get clumsy when moving us. You may be smaller and more quiet, even sneakier than I am, but I'm faster and stronger. I can get out and get help, come back for you and the others." she explained in a hushes voice as she sat up completely.
"You can't leave us all back here with them. You can't leave us. You can't leave me. You promised!" he hissed out in panic and in fear, bolting upright into a sitting position, his eyes narrowing in a clear warning.
"I will be back, Derek. Trust me on this. I gave you my word and I will keep it to the best of my ability. I will be back. You have to cover for me, make up any lie that you can think of that will stick and make sense. Tell them I'm contagious, that anybody who is in this room could possibly be sick as well. I promise you, I will be back. I will find you. We'll find each other." explained Ali as she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, her words drifting in the air around them.
Derek's eyes darted open, blazing a bright blue instead of their natural green, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his labored breathing. His eyes moved around the room quickly, wall to wall before landing on each member in his bed: Stiles, Scott, and Isaac. He rested his head back down momentarily, before he started to silently and gently untangle himself from the three teens. The wolf slid off the bed and rose to his feet, keeping most of his weight on his good leg, not wanting to feel the bones in his broken leg shifting as they continued to heal. Derek knelt down on the floor by the open door of his closet and slid things around until his hand landed on one of his own drawing tablets, rising back up onto his feet with the tablet in hand. I plan on keeping one promise, we will find each other. One way or another.
With one final look back at the trio sleeping peacefully in his bed, the wolf made his way down the hall to the stairs. His cast making soft thumping noises as he made his way down them, his free hand gripping the railing to keep himself up and to keep himself from falling. When he reached the bottom of the stairs his green eyes quickly scanned the living room as his ears tuned in to pick up on any sounds in the house. I'm surprised everybody is still asleep, then again, the sun hasn't rose yet. Derek walked into the kitchen and tossed the tablet onto the table, before he walked back into the living room and knelt down in front of the couch, reaching up to gently rub Melissa's arm to wake her.
"Derek? What're you doing down here? You're supposed to be in bed with the others." asked Melissa as she rubbed at her eyes and slowly pulled herself up into a sitting position, moving off of John's side, being careful not to wake him.
"You and John take the only unoccupied guest room, third door on the left down the hall. You and John will never survive a night on this old couch. Go on upstairs, Melissa. Come on. On your feet." urged Derek as he rose to his feet and held out his hand for the woman. Melissa rubbed at her eyes before she took his hand and rose to her feet, giving John's shoulder a shake to wake him up.
"Come on, old man, we get the guest bedroom." teased Melissa as she held out her hand for John, who rose to his feet with a tired smile and glazed eyes.
"You're supposed to be in bed, Derek. Are you in pain? Flashbacks?" asked the Sheriff quickly when he noticed that the wolf's eyes were continuously flickering from green to icy blue, his worry growing by the second.
"Don't worry about me, John. You need your rest, go on upstairs with Melissa. I'll be fine. I'll have another drawing for you in the morning. Go on up." explained Derek as he guided both of the adults towards the stairs with gentle hands on their backs. He watched from the bottom of the stairs as the pair made their way up the stairs and turned to go down the hall, before he walked over to the couch and got himself comfortable, resting the drawing tablet on his thighs and knees. He reached down and moved things around on the small coffee table before his hand closed down around the abandoned pencil, quickly flipping to a clean page while Ali's image was still fresh and unfaded in his mind. He closed his eyes for a brief minute before he started to draw her jagged cheekbones and the subtle curves of her jaw, the wisps of her hair and the sparkle in her eyes, the slight uptick of her lips and the one dimple she had when she smiled. He started shading in the shadows of her neck and the dips of her collarbones, the slight shadows under her eyes and the darker streaks in her hair. The small dip in her chin and the small pout that she always held in her lips. A smile formed on Derek's lips as he started to smudge out the small mistakes and blend the shadows together to fully fit the picture.
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It was Allison who woke first, making her way downstairs in a pair of shorts and a loosely fitting tank top, obvious that she had slept in them last night. Her hair was mused and falling in loose strands everywhere around her shoulders and neck, she carelessly brushed it away as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Her dark brown eyes scanned the living room before they locked onto Derek, who was curled up asleep on the couch with the tablet abandoned on the coffee table. She walked over and knelt down in front of him, giving his shoulder a soft rub to start to wake him up.
"Rise and shine, Der. You really shouldn't have slept on the couch last night, your back is going to be in knots from it. What time did you end up finally falling asleep?" asked Allison once she realized that the wolf had started to wake up, his green eyes fluttering a bit as he woke up.
"I'm not really sure what time, I woke up real early this morning after a flashback and I just started to draw. I knew John would need the picture if they wanted to get anywhere with the case, so I figured I would just draw out Ali. You actually remind me of her. A lot." explained Derek as he sat up on the couch and crossed his legs in front of himself, tapping the spot beside him for the girl to sit down.
"She looks a bit like me, too. We have almost the same features. Is this how you remember her?" asked the Hunter as she picked up the tablet and carefully traced the features of the girl's face with her fingertips. A soft smile formed on the wolf's lips as he nodded at her, watching her fingers as they traced.
"That's how I remember her, that's the way she looked when I last saw her. Dimples and all." replied Derek as he covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a yawn, earning him a giggle from the girl beside him.
"Come on, sleepy-wolf. Let's make breakfast before everybody starts to wake up. Well, I'll make breakfast, you get to cut up the fruit while staying off of your cast. No, no glaring, either. That cast will come off eventually, just give it time." coaxed Allison as he rose to her feet, taking the wolf with her. They made their way to the kitchen, wordlessly grabbing what items they needed and placing everything down onto the counters, before Derek nudged the girl towards the radio that was plugged into the wall.
"The chef gets to pick the music, and today the chef is you." explained Derek as he watched her stroll through the stations, stopping when the song "Sway" by Michael Buble started to play from the speakers, both sets of eyes lighting up as they said "I love this song!", "No way!", "Me, too!".
"Go choose the fruit and get to work, assistant." teased Allison as she nudged him towards the fridge, watching with a soft laugh as his hips swayed with the music, despite the cast weighing him down a bit. Derek slid out some strawberries and bananas, followed by raspberries and blueberries, setting everything down onto the island, before he slid up a bar stool and chose a small knife to start slicing the fruit.
"What do you plan on making, Chef Allison?" joked Derek as he started to slice the strawberries down, placing them in one of the bowls that the girl slid over to him.
"You will just have to wait and find out, now won't you? That's totally not fair, this is a distraction!" exclaimed Allison with wide eyes as she felt the wolf gently turn her around to face him, swaying her to the rhythm of the music in the background. Her hair spun around with her when he gave her a gentle twirl, before their hips swayed with the music, laughs spilling from their lips. Both of them glad that the other could finally be so relaxed in the presence of the other.
"A distraction that is worth it, I haven't heard this song in years. Haven't danced since I was in New York, nobody has had much rhythm yet." explained the wolf as he drew Allison close before lowering her down into a dip, bring her back up on a curve.
"When you're healed, completely, you're teaching Scott. Understood?" asked Allison as she brushed hair over her shoulder again and out of her face, twirling once more before she turned to face the stove again, leaving the chuckling wolf behind her.
"Yes, Ma'am." chuckled out Derek as he sat back down at the island and continued to slice the fruit down, a full smile present on his lips, a glint in his eyes.
