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sweet little sixteen (closed; luke)

When Derek Hale wakes up, he's 16 years old and very much not in the bedroom he remembers falling asleep in. Also, there's a cat sitting on his chest.

"What the--" The cat is staring down at him with big yellow eyes and a judgmental expression. Derek flashes his golden eyes in return, but the cat looks thoroughly unimpressed. Derek pushes the cat off of his chest and sits up, looking around the room in confusion. His eyes catch on a cage across the room, and widen slightly when all he sees in it is what appears to be a giant purple cotton ball with eyes staring back at him. "Okay..."

He's in a cabin, and it's weird. It's weird mainly because this cabin smells like him. And not just because he's in it. Everything smells like him, like he's been here for months, but that's impossible. Last night he was at home in Beacon Hills, chasing his siblings through the preserve. He went to bed early because he had a big basketball game today. Laura smacked him upside the head and then his mother rolled her eyes and kissed his forehead. You know, normal bedtime stuff.

But now he's in a cabin that smells like him in a place that doesn't smell anything like home, and the damn cat is still staring at him. He turns to get out of bed and his hand catches on something. It's a red sweatshirt, and he brings it up to his nose to smell it. It's not Derek's, but it smells nice, like lavender and honey. It's a comforting enough scent, but it means nothing to him. He tosses the hoodie back onto the bed and gets up, grabbing his underwear when they fall down his hips.

The clothes in the dresser all smell like him, but they're too big. He finds a black v-neck shirt that hangs a little loose, and a pair of jeans that he can belt up. The cat is following him and meowing, so he follows his nose to its food and pours it into the little bowl near the kitchenette, and then turns around to survey the cabin again. There's a phone on the nightstand, but when he calls the house number, he gets a message that the number isn't in service. Same with his mom's cell, his dad's, and Laura's. None of the names in his contacts are anyone he recognizes, and he's beyond confused. His scent is the most confusing. All over the cabin it's him, but darker. It's muskier and tinged with sadness and anger. Which makes sense, if he's been trapped here, but that's impossible.

There's another scent, that lavender honey, but it's fading. Whoever it belongs to hasn't been here in a long time. Stronger is the scent of another wolf, and Derek's eyes flash gold as he inhales it. It's an alpha, but not a threat. It's a warm, friendly smell, and Derek knows that's who he needs to find. If this other wolf is the alpha here, wherever the hell here is, then that's who he needs to talk to. Especially if they know each other and he can explain what the hell is going on.

The boots by the door fit him, if a little loosely, and he goes about tracking that scent out of the woods and into the city. It's nowhere he recognizes, and it doesn't smell like home at all. Signs keep telling him that he's in Darrow, and he doesn't recognize that either. It takes him awhile, but soon he finds himself in front of a bookstore. It hasn't opened for the day yet, and Derek follows the scent up to the apartment above it. The scent is strongest here, and Derek bites his lip a little nervously as he knocks on the door.

He hears movement inside and he lifts his chin, doing his best to appear capable and calm. He is the son of Alpha Talia Hale, and a beta of the Hale pack. That means something, and he has to make a good impression.

Plus, he just really needs this guy's help if he wants to get home.

Which he really, really does.

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"Clothes first," Derek says with a nod. "Then real food, then a quick tour. And then the cabin?"

He knows that he's asking a lot, and he looks over at Luke with a big cheesy grin and puppy eyes. It's the look that gets his dad, sometimes. His mother is tougher to crack, but he's been known to wear her down from time to time.

Derek does his seat belt and leans forward eagerly, staring out of the windshield with a sharp, curious gaze. It looks like any other big city, and Derek doesn't really know what he was expecting. Something not so... normal. "So, is there like a mall or something?"

As Luke heads toward the mall, he has to wonder if this is a teenager thing. If they're all just possessed of such an energy where they want to do everything at once. Clary and Simon had certainly had their fair share of lazy days, but he remembers well just how actively pushy they could be when they really wanted to do something. And that one thing was usually followed by three or four other things they absolutely had to do.

He's grinning as he thinks about it and he nods at Derek's question. "Yeah, there's a mall. A couple areas where there are some smaller stores, too, but our best bet right now is likely the mall. I have no idea what stores you might want to try, though," he admits. His own wardrobe consists of what's practically a uniform: jeans, henleys, flannel and work boots. It's comfortable and it makes him feel comfortable, too. "I haven't the slightest idea what's popular."

"Oh, well. What I have now but smaller, I guess." Derek looks down and picks at the over sized black shirt. "And maybe some colors thrown into the mix. There's a whole color wheel that I apparently completely forget about at some point."

The mall appears up ahead and Derek sits up a little. Malls are always an exciting clash of the senses, all full of scents and sounds. And hot dogs on sticks. And pretzel bits.

Holy shit, he's hungry.

Luke parks the truck and Derek hops out, bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet as he waits for Luke to join him. It's a weekday, and it's kind of awesome that he isn't in school. There's always the thrill of being elsewhere on a weekday morning, but he supposes that doesn't really apply here. Here, he's long done with school.

They walk through the automatic doors and Derek beelines for the first clothing store he sees that doesn't remind him of Abercrombie and Fitch. Luke follows along dutifully, and Derek looks over at him as he grabs a plum colored henley from a pile near the door. "You seem pretty at home being dragged through a mall."

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"It isn't the first time it's happened," Luke answers with a soft huff of laughter, although Simon and Clary had been more prone to dragging him into comic book stores than malls. It amounts to the same thing in the end and he's long since grown used to it. Given the number of times he had stood watch in a toy store while Clary begged for something and Jocelyn had said no over and over again, this is actually infinitely easier. Derek isn't going to have to beg him for money, for one, though Luke is already finding it difficult not to just fold some bills into his hand. He's done that all his life, passing money to Clary without thought, not because she ever asked for it but because he wanted to make sure she was taken care of.

Money is really the last thing in the world he ever worries about. His bills are paid, he feeds himself, but he has no need for superfluous purchases. He prefers to spend his excess money on others.

"A friend of mine has a daughter. She's fifteen... sixteen now, I guess," he says, correcting himself. "I spent a lot of time being dragged through comic book stores by her and her best friend."

Derek pauses in going through a stack of jeans to turn and look at Luke while he speaks of his friend's daughter. There's obvious fondness in his tone, but he smells a little like pain. He must miss them terribly, and that's something Derek is definitely coming to understand.

"Hey, I like comic books too," Derek says brightly, grinning as he hugs a stack of clothes to his chest. "I can drag you to one of those too."

He isn't trying to trivialize Luke's pain, but maybe rather distract him from it. Or maybe he's trying to help them both, in some way. Luke may not be a dad, but he's very dad-like, and he's missing his kid. Derek's a kid missing his dad, and they're both wolves. It just makes sense to him that they should stick together, but maybe he's forcing something that isn't even there. He has no idea how Luke feels about him, not really.

Derek has always been so sure of his place, and he's suddenly realizing that he has no clue where he belongs anymore. His heart rate spikes with anxiety and he forces a smile at Luke before ducking into one o the dressing rooms. He quickly pulls on the new jeans and purple henley, pulling the sleeves up a little and looking himself over. He already looks a little more like himself and he nods, blowing out a breath as he calms down. The boots will work. He just has to wear thick socks. He doesn't need a lot, and he comes out of the dressing room wearing the new clothes.

All he needs is a few pairs of jeans and a small assortment of shirts. He stacks the clothes and carries them over to the counter, looking at Luke when he follows. "I feel kinda bad spending so much of older me's money, especially if it's only temporary."

Well, hopefully, anyway. He looks back up at Luke thoughtfully. "Maybe he can give them to a homeless shelter, or someone who needs them. I'm sure it'll occur to me anyway, but remind me, okay? Him. Whatever."

"If you like comic books, you'll love this place," Luke says with another soft laugh. Every now and then he'll encounter someone unexpected, a name he never would have imagined actually meeting and he finds himself thinking of how Clary and Simon would both react to it. Clary had always been more interested in the art of the books more than anything, but Simon would likely lose his mind if he knew he could be neighbours with Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. It isn't that he really wishes for any of them to join him here, only because he hates the thought of taking them away from everything that's familiar, but there are certainly times he likes to imagine their reactions to this city and everything in it.

"The boundaries between fiction and reality don't quite exist here in the same way they do where we come from," he explains as they head for the register. "You'll figure that out soon enough, I imagine." And if he likes comic books even half as much as Simon, it's likely to blow his mind.

When Derek asks to be reminded to donate the clothes he's bought, Luke nods. He suspects Derek will remember that just fine on his own, but if he shows up at the cabin and sees the clothes still stacked up and sitting around, he'll take care of it. Because Luke has already realized something awful about this, that when Derek goes back to being himself, he's going to remember everything that's happened lately and Luke can't imagine that will be at all easy to take.

"Do you want to change before we go?" he asks, nodding to the dressing rooms once Derek has paid. "They can cut the tags off, I'm sure they won't mind." Especially if the pink colour in the girl behind the register's cheeks is anything to go by. She flushes a little deeper when Luke looks at her and shakes her head. "We can do that," she offers, ducking behind the counter, presumably to look for scissors.

"Well, then we should totally make that part of exploring. After food, obviously," Derek says with a solemn nod. Food is the most important. The girl who rang him up is cute, and she's staring at him in a way that she obviously thinks is subtle. Derek nods and takes the bag before ducking into the fitting room again. He finds an outfit he likes, one that makes him look good, and heads back out.

The girl is checking him out, and this at least, is familiar. He knows how to handle this, and he likes it. Maybe if he focuses on this he can forget just how lost he is, if even for a moment.

"Gonna take care of me?" Derek asks smoothly, slipping behind the counter and offering his back, rolling his shoulders to draw attention to the tag sticking out of his shirt. He looks over his shoulder at her as she raises the scissors and smiles, oozing charm. "Be gentle."

He winks and turns his head around, smiling a bit as she grips his shoulder. The cold edge of the scissors brushes his neck and he shivers, hearing the snick as she cuts the tags free. He tugs the tag out of the back of his jeans for her to do the same and she blushes again, unable to hide her smile before Derek turns back around. "Thanks."

Derek loves flirting, and he rests his elbows on the counter as he looks at her. He sort of forgets everything else that's going on, including how Luke is waiting for him, and just focuses on the cute girl.

In this, at least, he knows what he's doing.

Luke watches the exchange with growing amusement, the flush of the girl's cheeks and the way Derek take advantage of her obvious interest. It would remind him a little of Jace, but there's a distinct lack of ego in the entire exchange. Jace carries with him the inevitable arrogance of the Shadowhunters and there's not even the slightest flicker of that in Derek.

"Either get her number, Romeo, or let's move on," he says finally, when it's become clear Derek has all but forgotten he's there at all. He doesn't mind moving on alone if he has to, but he thinks Derek's cat might be less annoyed if they're both there to take it back to Luke's place.

Luke's voice cuts through Derek's smooth talking and his eyes widen marginally, shoulders raising as a soft blush rises to his cheeks. "Busted."

The girl laughs, her own cheeks red as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "Well, you heard the man. But it's Derek, not Romeo."

He slides his receipt across the counter to her and picks up a pen, twirling it expertly around his fingers before clicking it and handing it over. She looks a little surprised but pleased, and scribbles his number down before handing Derek the receipt with a smile. "Call me later, okay?"

"Oh, I will," Derek says with a wink, and she ducks her head as she flushes anew. Derek grins and tucks the receipt carefully into his wallet before grabbing his back and stepping up to Luke with a cheeky smile. "Onward!"

They walk out of the store and Derek flips the wallet open, frowning thoughtfully down at the ID. The face staring back at him is familiar, but not. It's sort of hard to believe that that this is the person he grows into. "I guess that beard finally comes in, huh?" He holds out the wallet, practically shoving it in Luke's face. "I wonder how they got this picture without my eyes flashing. We have to wear these special contacts for photos and stuff back home. They burn like hell."

He pulls the wallet back and looks over at Luke. "Do your eyes do that? Reflect the light, I mean. I'm super curious about our differences. Remind me to pick your brain later."

The scent of the food court calls to him and his eyes widen as he perks up, jerking his chin in the direction of the food and reaching out to grab Luke's elbow, dragging him along. "But first, food."

"Not unless I'm in the midst of changing," Luke answers and although it isn't entirely a secret in Darrow, he still keeps his voice low as they walk. Everyone they pass on the street doesn't need to know what he is -- what Derek is -- because while he's sure most of the people they know don't mind or don't care, he doesn't know that the same sort of attitude extends to everyone in Darrow. He's sure there's bound to be one or two people who don't look quite so kindly on werewolves, just like there is everywhere in the world, and Luke doesn't want any of them to ever have to meet them.

"But first, food," Luke agrees with a laugh as he lets Derek tug him in the direction of the food court. It does smell good, though, and his stomach rumbles slightly as they get closer. It's been a bit of a strange day and he hasn't so much as paused to have a meal while trying to work all this out.

Derek notices the way Luke lowers his voice and he winces a little, nodding a bit and resolving to be quieter himself. It's probably because he's so excited to meet a wolf from a different pack, from a different world. He wants to find out all he can.

He follows his nose to a place promising tri-tip sandwiches and gets in line, smacking Luke's hand lightly when he reaches for his wallet. "I got it. Least I can do. Plus, I want to eat like six of these and I can't make you pay for that."

The line is long and Derek turns, looking at Luke with a curious gaze, glancing around before leaning in closer. "Seriously, prepare yourself for questions. Like, a lot of them."

"What if I want to eat six of them as well?" Luke asks in return with a grin, though he hadn't planned on it. He can still pack away more food than the average man his size and he needs more protein than a human does, but he doesn't need six sandwiches at the moment. Giving Derek a hard time, though, proves to be a little more fun now than he's only sixteen.

"And you can ask any questions you like," he says, his voice growing a little more serious. "Things are generally the same for us, as far as I can remember, but there are also some interesting differences." And if Derek wants to learn them again, he's more than happy to teach him.

"Then get six sandwiches, old man," Derek says with a teasing laugh. "You're letting me crash with you, after. Me and my cat."

They order their food and Derek insists on paying, and then he eagerly takes his tray and leads them to a table that's off in the corner sort of by itself. He plops down into it and gets three bites into a sandwich before he even acknowledges Luke's presence. "What are the differences?"

He cocks his head and watches Luke curiously, licking mustard from the corner of his mouth. "You're wearing glasses, for one."

"I have to. My eyesight has never been great. It improves as the full moon approaches, but then it gets worse again after its passed," he explains after taking a bite of his own sandwich. "My sense of smell and hearing are generally enhanced and my eyes have always been bad. They got better after I was bitten, my prescription changed, but it isn't until the days leading up to the full moon that I have perfect vision."

He pauses, then says, "And there's that, too. The moon controls me. I can't be around anyone else on the night the moon is full." He has to be alone, he has to be safe. Molly has offered to help him, but he can't take her up on it. It's not worth the risk as far as he's concerned.

Derek listens interestedly as Luke speaks, not looking away from him even as he eats. He's hungry enough that his canines sharpen just enough to tear through the tri-tip easily. When Luke gets to the part about the moon, Derek's face falls and he sets his sandwich down, wiping his hands on his napkin and leaning in.

"Really? There's no controlling it?" He pouts a little, thinking about how terrible that must be. He remembers what it was like when he first started shifting, and how the moon forced the change until he learned to control it. It wasn't very fun at all, not having control over himself. "Where do you go?"

"I have a room in the basement of my store," Luke tells him. He's trusted Derek with this information in the past, he'll trust him with it now. There are very few people who know about the room -- just Derek, Reid, he'd mentioned it to Mindy, too -- and he prefers it that way. Not because he doesn't trust people, but it's easier to maintain the integrity of the room itself when fewer people know about it.

"But it's alright," he says. "I've long since adjusted to it. It's kind of a nice break most months."

"Oh," Derek says thoughtfully, frowning down at his fries for a moment. Luke doesn't seem too broken up about it, so Derek tries not to worry. He thinks about the moon, and then his eyes widen as he looks up at Luke. "Uh, you don't by any chance have a spare of those, do you?"

Derek turns a bit pink as his bottom lip juts out. "I-- I've never spent a full moon away from my family. They're my anchor, and I'm not sure I'll handle the mood away from them, to be honest. I think I'll be okay, but I'm not sure."

"I don't, but the basement locks as well," Luke says, his voice gentle. If Derek doesn't want to be alone during the full moon, Luke certainly isn't going to send him away and while he doesn't trust himself out in the open, he knows the two of them will likely be safe enough in the basement.

"I can stay down there with you," he offers, then smiles again, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "As long as you promise not to let me carve up any boxes of books if I start to get restless. I'm really not myself and while I'm okay with other wolves, I still tend to get a little... well, restless is as good a word as any, I suppose. We'll stick with that."

"Really? You'd do that?" Derek asks, brightening up a little. It won't be spending the night out on the preserve with his family, but he'll be with someone familiar enough. That should help. "Wow. Thanks, man. And I'll do my best with the book thing."

He eats a few more bites of his sandwich and then takes a sip of his soda, looking over at Luke with a pleased smile. "We must be pretty good friends, huh? That's awesome."

"Yes," Luke says. "We are."

It's funny, but it's been a long time since he's had a good friend who's also a wolf. Most of the time, when he's around other wolves, he's been there as their pack leader. That isn't to say he's been unable to make friends, but it's been different, not the same as this at all. This is much more relaxed, much easier, and Luke finds he prefers it significantly. Derek might be needing his guidance right now, but for the most part he doesn't feel like he's responsible for him above all else, and that makes it easier for them to just be friends.

"We'll look out for each other," he says, smiling.

"Awesome," Derek replies, brightening considerably and picking his sandwich back up. Now that that's settled, it's one less thing he has to worry about. He polishes off the first sandwich and washes it down with his soda, making a sound as he remembers something. "Does looking out for me include letting me go through all those old books in your apartment? Some of them looked seriously ancient, dude."

Luke huffs out a laugh at that and then waves his hand. "If you want to. Some of them, anyway. There are others that shouldn't be handled by anyone." He's managed to find a fair number of first edition and hard to find books, those are the ones he keeps in a case, locked away from people and the oils on their fingers.

No one really cares for those ones except collectors anyway, but eventually someone is going to want them and he'll be able to make a fair amount of money for himself.

"Do you have books made of human skin?" Derek asks with a laugh. "Like Hocus Pocus?"

He finishes off his food and then pushes his tray away before sitting back in his chair, rocking it back onto two legs and patting his flat belly. Derek looks around the mall with vaguely curious look on his face, nose tipped up slightly to take in all the smells. It's all sort of an assault to the senses, and Derek squints blearily before turning his gaze back on Luke. "Do you want to get out of the mall? There's like thirty-two different types of cologne in the food court alone."

"I sell books, I'm not a witch," Luke says with a laugh. "I don't have anything made out of human skin. I hope." He's has admittedly collected some pretty strange things over the years, but he doesn't think any of them have been made of human parts.

"Yeah, let's go," he agrees, getting up from his chair. "You'll get used to that hopefully. I've found over the years it's gotten easier to tune out smells, as it were."

"No, I'm fine back home, it's just-- everything is different here," Derek says quietly. "I've only ever known one place."

He gets up and grabs Luke's tray once they're both finished, looking around with a slight pout as he dumps their contents into the trash and sets them down. He smells the ocean here, but it's different than the Pacific. Absolutely nothing is familiar, not really, and Derek swallows hard as he turns to look at Luke with slightly slumped shoulders.

Luke thinks about his first few days out of Idris, how jarring they had been. How difficult it was to adjust to an entirely new world, how it had smelled, the sensation of being so visible when he had spent years using concealing runes to make it so mundanes couldn't catch the slightest glimpse of him. It had been his first time out in the world without them, out in the world as a werewolf, and it had been awful.

"You'll be alright," he says again, reaching to lay a hand against the back of Derek's neck. "You'll see. Come on."

Luke's hand on Derek's neck is warm and comforting, calming, and it reminds him that he isn't alone. Luke may not be his alpha, the one he swore his undying loyalty too as soon as he was old enough to know what it meant, but he's still helping Derek through this more than he even knows how to put into words.

"Thank you," he says quietly, nodding and giving Luke a small smile before grabbing his shopping bag and heading for the entrance of the mall, doing his best to tune out the scents and sounds around him. "Time to go get the cat?"

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