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triskehale) wrote2021-04-26 11:34 pm
triskehale) wrote2021-04-26 11:34 pm
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It's been so long since Derek has been to his building in the warehouse district that it's a surprise when his phone alerts him that the alarm is going off. Thankfully he's close by and takes off at a run, only to get inside and realize that the alarm was tripped by a raccoon in the hall. It shrieks when it sees Derek and then scurries off, and he rolls his eyes before heading upstairs just to check on things.
The loft is just as he left it so long ago, if perhaps a little dusty. Purple sheets still tucked into the bed near the windows, exercise equipment tucked into one corner, and computers sitting silent on the desk Barry built in about five seconds or less. Most notable, of course, is the Flash suit, and the Alpha suit next to it. They're hung along a wall like they're just waiting to be pulled back on, and Derek's mouth quirks in a small smile.
Seeing the Flash suit doesn't feel like a gut punch anymore. Yes, it makes him wistful and sad, but it's been long enough that the good memories outweigh the grief. The suit doesn't even smell like Barry anymore, not really, and Derek runs his fingertips along the sleeve before heaving a sigh and looking around. He has no use for this place anymore, not really, and now it just sits here as a shrine to all he's lost. Barry, Beacon Hills, and his brief career as a superhero's sidekick.
Maybe he should pack the suits up and take them home, and sell the whole place, even if it is from home. It's something to think about, anyway, and Derek picks up his domino mask with a wry smile, looking down at it in his palm before putting in the pocket of his leather coat.
After making sure all the alarms are set, Derek leaves the loft and slides the door shut before locking it and heading back downstairs. The same fat raccoon is still cowering in a corner, and Derek doesn't even bother trying to make it leave. He's pretty sure that it's pregnant and if it can make a safe place somewhere on this shitty ground floor, he's fine with that.
He slips back into the afternoon sunshine and turns to lock the door behind him, jiggling the key and yanking it out when it sticks. Walking back a few steps, he puts his hands on his hips and looks up at the building with a sigh. "Who would even want this piece of crap?"
The loft is just as he left it so long ago, if perhaps a little dusty. Purple sheets still tucked into the bed near the windows, exercise equipment tucked into one corner, and computers sitting silent on the desk Barry built in about five seconds or less. Most notable, of course, is the Flash suit, and the Alpha suit next to it. They're hung along a wall like they're just waiting to be pulled back on, and Derek's mouth quirks in a small smile.
Seeing the Flash suit doesn't feel like a gut punch anymore. Yes, it makes him wistful and sad, but it's been long enough that the good memories outweigh the grief. The suit doesn't even smell like Barry anymore, not really, and Derek runs his fingertips along the sleeve before heaving a sigh and looking around. He has no use for this place anymore, not really, and now it just sits here as a shrine to all he's lost. Barry, Beacon Hills, and his brief career as a superhero's sidekick.
Maybe he should pack the suits up and take them home, and sell the whole place, even if it is from home. It's something to think about, anyway, and Derek picks up his domino mask with a wry smile, looking down at it in his palm before putting in the pocket of his leather coat.
After making sure all the alarms are set, Derek leaves the loft and slides the door shut before locking it and heading back downstairs. The same fat raccoon is still cowering in a corner, and Derek doesn't even bother trying to make it leave. He's pretty sure that it's pregnant and if it can make a safe place somewhere on this shitty ground floor, he's fine with that.
He slips back into the afternoon sunshine and turns to lock the door behind him, jiggling the key and yanking it out when it sticks. Walking back a few steps, he puts his hands on his hips and looks up at the building with a sigh. "Who would even want this piece of crap?"
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"But the Beacon Hills that I miss doesn't exist anymore." He turns and looks at Neil, shrugging helplessly. The Beacon Hills that he misses is the one where his family is still alive, and their secret was hidden and he could pretend that he might have a normal life. The fairytale. "And I don't have any real desire to go back to what it became, so I guess this place is stuck with me."
As if he has a choice in the matter, anyway.