Chapter Eight
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"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
― Albert Einstein
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Derek didn't go to dinner that night. In all honesty he wasn't hungry, and he really didn't want to talk to anyone.
Peter came up carrying a box like Laura said. He dropped it off in Derek's new room then left for dinner. Peter probably guessed Derek didn't want to socialize because his usual sass wasn't there; he left without a word.
Derek took his time unloading his box. There was a toiletry kit in there, just the basics: shampoo, a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant (God forbid anyone smell bad) and a grooming kit. Clothes were next in the box; Laura must have given them his sizes. There wasn't much: jeans, a pair of cargo shorts, a few shirts (some long sleeved, some short) and a canvas jacket. Bedding was at the bottom.
The room he was staying in wasn't much, either. There was a full-size mattress, a dresser, a small closet, and a desk. The view was pretty good though; some people would say a view of the wood was a very calming thing.
It made Derek want to run in the good kind of way.
Peter told him he was expected to meet with the 'big hot-shots' tomorrow morning, probably to talk about the files he stole from Kate, the files he skimmed and then left in his shitty apartment in San Francisco. Judging from what Stiles said when he saw Kate was that she already had ransacked it.
The files weren't much use to him now, unless he could manage to get to the copies he made which were also in San Francisco. And if they'd not already been found and taken.
Looking back on it, Derek could have done a better job of hiding them. Not like it mattered now. He wasn't sure what people expected to find on the fifty or so pages he took from Kate, but they weren't a miracle fixer.
He sighed then headed for the roof and some fresh air.
Derek found the stairs up without too much trouble; they were hidden around the corner outside the apartment.
They were rusty and old, much like everything else in the building. His footsteps echoed down the stairs and down the hall, the metal complaining under his weight.
There was a tarnished hatch with a ladder at the top, and Derek popped it open with the palm of his hand. Cold air rushed to meet him, tossing his dirty clothes around in the breeze.
The roof was flat with raised platforms for the sunroofs. Someone could totally come up here and peep into about everyone's living room, thought Derek. He wondered if the rest of the buildings were like this.
Derek walked to the edge and looked down. He wasn't afraid of heights, never really was. Below looked like a party. Huge round picnic tables were scattered between this warehouse and the one next to it. He could hear the faint sound of music, probably the radio or someone's IPod. Colorful fairy lights were spread from building to building.
Gas-style lamps lit the ground and Derek was almost jealous of the care-free attitude that the people seemed to exude.
"We miss you below."
Derek whipped around to see Erica standing at the door. "How did you know I was up here?" he grumbled.
"Woman's intuition." She sat down next to him, feet hanging over the edge. She swallowed, a telltail sign she was nervous. "What exactly was in those files?"
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