Almost made it to the door, music notes twirling in a ballet dance, joyous around his Derrick-self.
Two hands on his shoulders paused him.
'You returned so soon? I didn't expect you back already, not the way you get, chasing after someone who doesn't even want you.'
Heath-as-Derrick was unsure what to say to this blinking, yawning, drowsy ref Armstrong, his very own stalker with a crush.
Then he realised he COULDN'T say anything, not now because...
Because his body was changing back.
The stuff was wearing off, his hands were back, and one arm.
His buddies gave a warning chime and he knew somehow, without peeking, his hair was sprouting in original, Derrick's vanishing.
'What the fu-' Armstrong began to say, surprise mixed with anger. 'What the hell is happening?!'
'I'm leaving and never returning.' The notes charged the confused referee and the Ging joined in the tackle, knocking him back into the empty makeshift cell.
They shut the door on him, locking it.
'Hey, what?! Let me out!'
'You're dreaming, stay asleep and enjoy it.'
'Let me out!'
'Maybe later.'
He didn't bother with the door, locked as it was. Far easier to climb through a slightly open, though high up window.
He squirmed through the almost a skylight, hopped, slipped and tumble-dived down the fire escape.
Free and back out to run, to escape, to get his own body back.
Derrick's, even only half of it showing now, didn't do him justice.
'Look there!' Wade slammed on the brakes in a skid making screech, dimming the headlights from fierce blinding beam to softer glow.
He hadn't trusted Bateman to drive especially now.
The fool disguised as another fool was looking more himself again, stupid bothersome caveman appearance, not the inbred mud and raccoon eaters from the middle of backwoods nowhere face he preferred.
body as well. Wade cringed at the thought, sickened shudder. That foul filthy referee had used his beloved sexually, and was going to one day suffer for it, no matter which wresting tag team legend he was related to.
But now, no fury, but happy to bursting point because there was his smile, his laugh, his sense of humor in a half Derrick form in front of him.
Raced from the vehicle and was jumped on, same as every time before, smothered in kisses.
'WOOBSY!'
'Imbecile, how I've missed you.' Wade partly dumped Heath back to ground level, idiot as sack of potatoes. 'Now give him back his full form.'
Derrick grinned.
'No need, stuff's wearing off.'
Derrick moved swift as a prey animal running for its life.
A flash of sharp blade and Wade found himself far back.
TOO far back, he hit Derrick from behind, wasn't about to allow his darling to be stabbed.
To death or any other way.
Even the music notes were flung aside in their attempt at rescue.
The first splash of rain, rumble faint in the distance, firefly flashes of danger in the sky.
'Get OFF of him, you worthless-!'
'I'm going to kill him!' Derrick shouted, a devilish delightful evil sound. 'I'll replace him, you liked it before.'
'Not with you!' Wade yelled back, had to. The storm was deafening.
arm raised and knife in the air, ready to plunge down, to feast on blood and skin.
A huge flash shook the three, Wade dove into Derrick, a decent Spear, pushing him out of the way.
The bigger flash and Derrick fell and remained still.
'Did I get him?'
kane appeared from his own vehicle, a hearse no less, tossing each man a black umbrella.
'YOU did that?!' Wade stammered.
'Yeah, I'm good with element control.'
'See, I TOLD you he's alright.' Heath stood up, shaky as a pile of gelatin, smiled now that he was himself again.
'I'll apologize later.' Wade spoke, giving Derrick a glance. 'Is he...did you kill him?'
'Nah, thought I'd leave that for you.' Kane smiled. 'He'll live on and track you down when he's strong enough.'
'yay.' Wade grumbled, usual lemon sucked scowl appearing.
'But for NOW, let's get out of this rain.'
Being locked in the building didn't improve Seth's temper.
More nasty rough sex had. He was beginning to think of Dean as a good punching bag, even as fetish.
GREAT replacement for that brat Justin. He'd told Dean this and watched him beam.
They'd dozed off on ring canvas, partly nude.
No lovey dovey names, no I love yous, no romance, no kindness.
Seth liked it this way.
They slept peacefully.
Awoke to three faces, Leo with his hyena grin, Romes with his around the clock cool and calm expression and hunter looking stern and thoughtful.
Great, you're awake. We have important matters to discuss.'
'We're fired?'
'No, that's my dad in law.'
Roman entered the conversation.
'He wants us to work for him, all of them.'
Seth grinned at Romes smirk.
'The entire family?' Ah this was GOOD.
Dean chuckled, hunting for his shirt. He was thrilled as the rest.
'The entire family.'
