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"Just a single room will be fine, it's only for tonight. I'll be gone and out of your hair by morning." explained Derek as he leaned against the front desk of the Motel, knowing it wasn't exactly elegant, but it would do for the night. He wasn't about flashy things, even when it came to where he slept, seeing as though he had slept in an actual den while the house was being refurnished.
"Now, now, don't you start on that, dear. You stay as long as you need to, you look like you're about to drop. You stay here as long as you need to. Go grab yourself a shower and a hot meal, dear. Go on, now. Scoot!" ordered the elderly woman behind the counter as she handed him the key to his room, a smile on her face as she watched him walk back out of the building to grab his bag before walking around the corner of the building to find the matching number on his room door. Looks like this is it for the night. A meal and a shower sound perfect right about now.
Derek hoisted his bag up onto his shoulder as he stuck the key into the lock and twisted it with a soft click, opening the door and holding it open with his foot as he walked inside. His green eyes scanned the room, sliding over the pale white walls and the bed that was almost in the middle of the room, the thin blankets that were draped over it, the bathroom on the other side of the wall and the sink and mirror outside the bathroom around the corner. He tossed his bag onto the bed and closed the door behind himself, turning the small lock that was attached to it. He would have to be on high alert, knowing that the lock on the door wouldn't give any sense of security or protection against any enemy that had an intent to get into the room. Derek sat down and selected a few numbers from his phone, sending a group text out to the Pack, knowing if they didn't see it tonight, they'd see it in the morning.
DH: I know how much you all hate group messages, but this is the easiest thing to do at the moment instead of going for each contact. I took Lydia's advice and checked myself into a Motel for the night, it's enough for the night and that's all I need at the moment. Stay out of trouble and try to keep yourself safe. ~ Sourwolf.
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Stiles' hand slammed down onto his obnoxiously beeping alarm-clock, rolling over onto his side in his bed with a groan, rubbing a hand at his bloodshot eyes. His brown eyes cracked open and they were greeted with blinding sunlight that was streaming in from around the curtains on his windows. He sat up and cradled his head in his hands for a few minutes until he heard the familiar sounding footsteps of his Dad walking up the stairs and down the hall to his room. It was only a few mere seconds before his bedroom door was cracked open, just enough for the man to poke his head inside and lock his gaze on his son.
"I heard your alarm go off, I figured I'd come up and make sure that you were awake. Did you get any sleep last night, Stiles?" asked John as he walked into his son's bedroom, walking over to open the curtains before he sat down beside his son on the bed, brushing the boy's bangs away from his face.
"An hour or two, I guess. I don't really remember falling asleep last night, not for long anyway and then the damn alarm went off." explained Stiles as he collapsed back onto his bed, wanting to close his eyes and sleep the day away. The Sheriff didn't have the heart to correct his son's language, knowing that they were both too exhausted to correct something so small at this time of the morning.
"You can stay home if you'd like to today, get yourself some sleep, you'll benefit from it. I'm pretty sure that's what the rest of the Pack want to do as well. Melissa and Scott are joining us for breakfast, Melissa told me that Scott told her that it might help a bit with the separation if an Alpha and his human second in command were together. He said it should help keep the Pack grounded." explained the man as he rose from the bed and gave his son's shoulder a firm squeeze, waiting until the teen had risen from his bed to leave the room.
"This is going to be a long day." groaned out Stiles as he walked to the bathroom and splashed some cold water onto his face in hopes of it waking him up enough to function. He tore off his sweatpants and tank top as he walked out of the bathroom, walking over to his closet to pull out a clean pair of jeans before riffling through one of his dresser drawers for a shirt, pulling on a faded white t-shirt and his jeans. He ran his fingers through his hair to make it look acceptable enough, before walking out of his bedroom and down the stairs, his lips parting and jaw expanding in a yawn.
"You could see the grand canyon in that yawn." teased Melissa with a tired and soft smile as she walked through the front door of the Stilinski house with Scott following, more like stumbling, after her.
"Hey, Mrs. McCall. Hey, dude, you look like hell." explained Stiles as he greeted each of them as the door shut behind them both, the trio now making their way to the kitchen where John was making cheese omelets for them all.
"Morning to you, too, Stiles. You look exactly the same as I do, I didn't get any sleep. At all." explained Scott as he plopped himself down into a seat at the table, using his foot to push the other seat out so his best friend could sit down beside him. Stiles flopped down into seat and rested his arms on the table before laying his head down onto them, his eyes drifting closed for a few seconds in hopes of getting a few glorious half-seconds of sleep. He about jumped out of his skin when he heard Scott's phone vibrating in the wolf's pocket, watching with a grin as the wolf jumped in his seat as well. Stiles raised his eyebrows in question at his best friend as he opened the text message that had flashed across his screen, quickly leaning over so that Stiles could see the message as well, their eyes lighting up when they saw the name at the top: Derek.