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Truthfully, Derek doesn't how good of an idea it is to spend so much time with Thomas. It seems like sort of a dangerous, painful road to go down, but then again, Derek isn't known for his fantastic decision making skills.

Thomas is so different that Stiles in so many ways, and Derek likes him for the person that he is dependent of what he looks like, but sometimes Derek looks at him and forgets that he can't reach out and touch him, pull him in. It's confusing, and painful, but Derek pushes past it. Thomas deserves better than to be brushed aside because he looks like the person that Derek was in love with, and he can handle it.

Derek gets up early on Friday morning and puts on running pants and a white tank, and then feeds his cat before pulling on his sneakers. He grabs two protein bars and two bottles of water, throwing them in a plastic bag before heading out the door. He makes it to the Bramford building in no time flat, not even working up a sweat. Once inside, he takes the stairs and then lets out a breath before stepping up to Thomas' door and knocking on it.

This will be fine. Totally, completely fine.

Probably.

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"Yes," Derek says, but only after he thinks about it for a long moment. This isn't a subject that he talks about too much, and every word feels heavy on his tongue. "But being werewolves is what got my family killed."

It's not their fault that they're dead, but it's why they were targeted. Derek swallows hard and looks out at the surf rather than Thomas' face. "There were those back home that thought we deserved to be hunted down like animals, and it didn't matter that we lived in peace. We were werewolves, and so we needed to die. Most of us did."

After a long moment, he looks back over at Thomas. His expression is one full of sorrow, but it's resolute as well. "But just because someone doesn't understand it doesn't mean that it isn't a gift."

"Have you ever offered it to anyone here?"

The question is out before he can stop it and Thomas instantly looked abashed. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Derek but he can't take back words that he's already stupidly said aloud.

The expression on Derek's face made his stomach clench and he winced, rubbing his suddenly chilly arms. "You don't have to answer that. I was just curious. Sorry."

"No, it's okay," Derek assures him, letting one corner of his mouth quirk up into something like a smile. "You can ask whatever you want. If I don't want to answer, I'll just tell you so."

He looks down at his hands for a moment and then shakes his head before looking back up at Thomas. "But no, I haven't offered it to anyone here. Back home, right after I became alpha, I was a little-- hasty. I offered it to some people that I thought would benefit from it, but I didn't really think it through."

That's sort of an understatement, but he doesn't really want to get into the mistakes he's made right now. "Back home, I needed a pack. Here, I don't need one. It would be nice to have one, but I'm not in danger like I was there. If someone wanted the bite, or if someone was sick and wasn't going to get any better, that's different. But it isn't something to be taken lightly."

Thomas's gaze sharpened very obviously when Derek mentioned someone being sick. It was almost like he could feel the Flare eating away at his brain in that single moment. Thomas's throat suddenly felt like sandpaper and his eyes burned.

"Turning someone into a wolf can cure sicknesses?" he asked, unable to help himself. After being told the Safe Haven was the only possible way of curing the Flare, hearing that maybe there was another way nearly knocked the wind out of him. "How?"

Derek notices the change in Thomas' expression, and the way he speaks with obvious interest. Thomas doesn't smell sick, at least not to Derek's nose, but he looks at him curiously.

"Yes," Derek tells him, watching his face. "Werewolves heal from just about anything, exceptionally fast. And we're immune to any human disease. If a human becomes a werewolf, any sickness they may have is then healed."

He thinks of Erica and her epilepsy, and how confidently she moved after she got the bite. She was in control of her own body, finally. That was the main reason that Derek chose her.

Thomas took a deep, steadying breath. Derek's words, more than anything else, were nearly enough to convince Thomas this wasn't a Trial. There's no way WICKED would drop him somewhere that a cure could be found without some interference from them. No way.

"What if the sickness is incurable?" he wondered, trying not to sound overly interested or nervous. Derek had basically just answered his question but he had to hear it again. "Even then?"

"Yes," Derek tells him, standing up and looking at him urgently. "Thomas, what is it?"

He can hear Thomas' heart racing and he swallows hard, looking him over. He inhales deeply, just in case he missed something, but nothing about Thomas' scent indicates that he's sick.

"Nothing, nothing," Thomas lied, crossing his arms before dropping them to his sides. His fingers twitched and he stilled them by curling his hands into fists. "Just surprised is all."

It was a pitiful excuse for a lie and he knew it. And Thomas knew that Derek would know it too. A blind person would have been able to sniff out his lie. "Never heard of anything like that before. That's amazing."

"You know what else werewolves can do? They can tell when someone's lying." Derek reaches out and taps two fingers against Thomas' chest, just over his heart. "Your pulse quickens, and we can hear it."

Derek feels his worry growing but if Thomas doesn't want to tell him, that's his choice to make. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want to you can."

"I think a tree could have figured out I was lying," Thomas muttered, shaking his head at himself. He rubbed the spot where Derek had tapped him and looked up, trying to get the words to come out.

Someone needed to know about this. It wasn't going to get better. Slowly, he was going to turn into an aggressive, violent, insane cannibalistic killer. There were a lot of people in this city and if he turned into a Crank, everyone was at risk.

"I don't know," he said, rubbing his face and shaking his head. "Maybe -- maybe another time? A better time. I didn't win, remember. Don't have to tell a secret."

"Okay," Derek agrees, even though part of him wants to push. Thomas meets his eyes and he looks so scared that Derek lets his hand slide up to curl around the back of his neck. He starts to draw him forward to-- who knows what, hug him maybe, but then he stops and pulls his hand away, swallowing hard. Sometimes those big amber eyes of Thomas' draw him in, and make him feel things that he shouldn't, not anymore.

"I want to help if I can," he says after a moment, holding his hands down at his sides. "And I'm trusting you with my secret, so I hope you know that you could trust me with yours."

Derek's hand was warm against the back of his neck, making his already hot skin feel hotter. When he felt Derek drawing him forward, he didn't know exactly what was happening but he didn't resist. Touching as a means to comfort was a foreign concept for him. Comfort back in the Maze was mostly an arm pressed against his and mostly given by Teresa.

Teresa was long gone, though. The only thing left of her were the memories Thomas had locked away behind a dark door in his mind.

When Derek dropped his arm, Thomas looked up at him, a question in his eyes. But, it slipped away and Thomas looked down at the ground. He dug his shoe into the sand, watched it disappear. "I'll keep your secret," he promised, bringing his eyes back up to Derek's. He watched Derek's face intently. "And I'll tell you mine. Just -- just not now."

Talking about the Flare would make the whole thing even more real than it already was. It'd label Thomas a patient, a victim, and he needed time to deal with and accept that.

Edited 2015-08-06 00:48 (UTC)

When Thomas looks up at him with this slight confusion in his eyes, Derek sort of feels like an ass. He reaches out and throws an arm around Thomas' shoulders, pulling him in and nodding. "Alright. Whenever you're ready, I'm here."

He gives Thomas another comforting squeeze and then lets him go, looking around before squinting out at the ocean. The moment hangs tense and heavy in the air, and Derek lets out a breath before jerking his chin towards the waves. "Water's calm. Do you want to take a quick dip before we head back?"

Thomas didn't resist when Derek pulled him in. He'd been surprised, caught off guard by the first actual hug he could really remember. It's different than he'd imagined, firmer yet gentle all at once. Derek's all hard edges and strong lines but there's a softness underneath all that and Thomas leaned against him gratefully. He looped his own arms around Derek, hanging onto him during their brief embrace.

When Derek let him go, he stepped back and carded his hands through his hair. The sweat had long since dried and the adrenaline that had been coursing this his veins was gone, leaving him boneless and weary.

"Yeah," he answered, looking from Derek to the ocean. "Yeah, let's go for a swim. I think I could use it."

His secret loomed large above the both of them, hanging their like a guillotine that was going to come down at any moment. Swimming wouldn't make it go away but maybe they could both forget it for awhile.

Derek loses himself in the hug, just a little, holding onto Thomas while taking in his scent. He smells earthy and warm, and Derek finds comfort in it as he wraps his arm more securely around Thomas' shoulders for a moment.

They're both touch starved, eager for any genuine affection, and part of Derek is sure that they could lose some time in this, so he manages to pull away. He claps his hand on Thomas' shoulder and then turns to kick off his running pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs as he heads for the surf. "Come on, then."

Thomas had more clothing to slide off so he, once again, fell behind. He peeled off his shirt, dropping it down into the sand beside him. Shoes and socks came next, joining his shirt in the sand. After a moment's hesitation (born out of nerves more than anything else), he pushed his pants down his hips and kicked them aside.

His boxers were a pale blue, bought cheap at a local store down the street from his apartment. He'd gone for comfort and simplicity over anything else. Plus, some of the designs (why were bleeding hearts on underwear?) were just too much for him.

Thomas jogged towards the water line, stopping as the cool water sloshed over his feet. Goosebumps rose on his arms and legs and he clicked his teeth together. He waded in deeper, splashing some water on his arms and shoulders despite the initial chill.

"I like this," he murmured, quiet but loud enough for Derek to hear. "Could have used this back where I came from. Would have made traveling a lot easier if there was a convenient water source nearby. Something to cool off because it was incredibly hot all the time."

Derek wades out into the water and feels the chill overtake him, and then turns around to watch Thomas approach. He tries very hard not to look at him too closely, but he can't help it. He looks even less like Stiles like this. He's tanner and leaner, muscles a little more defined.

He swallows hard and looks away for a moment, the tips of his ears pink, and then looks over again when Thomas speaks to him. "Dunk your head under. It'll help with the cold."

Derek sinks under the water and at first the cold shocks him, but then it evens out and he resurfaces with a smile, lifting his arms to push his hair back away from his face.

Derek's appraisal was as obvious as Thomas's earlier lie. He wasn't an oblivious guy but even if he had been, the look he was getting from Derek would have been hard to miss. Without really meaning to, Thomas found himself watching Derek look him over. He felt himself flush and started to say something when Derek looked away.

Derek's words help to push his thoughts down for the moment because he really was chilly despite the flush that had spread across his neck and cheeks. After Derek went down and surfaced, Thomas followed suit. He lowered himself underneath the water, eyes closed, and stayed there for several long seconds.

The feeling of being completely surrounded by water amazed him. It nearly took his breath away and he had to push up and out before he started panicking because he couldn't breathe. Shaking his hair out of his eyes, Thomas blinked water away and sputtered a bit.

"Better," he said once the chill had settled and he didn't have water streaming into his eyes. "Is swimming always like this? It's very...it's kinda overwhelming. In a good way, though. Good way."

It was all encompassing and all around him, making him feel weightless and light. Unburdened.

Derek knows that he's been caught out, but the interesting part is that Thomas doesn't look away. He doesn't seem uncomfortable with the attention and part of that is intriguing, but that doesn't necessarily mean that Derek should be giving it to him. This is all so confusing.

He waits for Thomas to resurface and then laughs, moving a bit so Thomas is between him and the shore. "I just realized that you probably don't have any idea how to actually swim. And yeah, it's nice."

Derek's toes scrape along the sandy bottom and he puts his arms out for balance as the water laps at his collar bones. "Next time we can go to the swimming hole I told you about. The water there is calmer and warmer. And it isn't salty."

"I don't know how to swim," Thomas confirmed, watching in fascination as his arm moved back and forth across the surface of the water. "As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've ever been swimming. Unless a shower counts as swimming."

Thomas was pretty sure it didn't. And if it did, it was a pretty sad version of swimming. "I don't even know if oceans still exist where I come from. I didn't see any while I was there. Wouldn't be surprised if they all dried up."

The solar flares had destroyed so much that Thomas wouldn't be surprised if the oceans had been completely depleted by the scorching heat and the masses of Cranks that now roamed the world.

Edited 2015-08-06 23:57 (UTC)

"A shower counts as getting wet, not as swimming," Derek says with a laugh, watching as Thomas moves around in the water. "I'll teach you how at the swimming hole. It'll be easier there. I do a mean doggy paddle."

He winks teasingly, but his expression grows more concerned as Thomas speaks. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he can't help but to ask. "What happened to the world where you're from?"

Thomas waded around for a few moments, letting the only sound be that of his arms hitting the water and the waves crashing down around them. He splashed some water on his face before looking over at Derek again.

"Solar flares," he shared, sneaking a glance up the sky as he said it. "Destroyed most of the world. Killed a lot of people and made the sun unstable. You can barely go outside uncovered without getting seriously burned."

Derek winces and looks up at the sun, squinting against the glare before looking at Thomas again. He's a little out of focus for half a second, but then his vision readjusts. Derek can't help but to drift closer to him, reaching out to press a fingertip to the top of Thomas' shoulder where it's barely peeking out of the water.

"You may get a little pink here, but you're not going to burn up," Derek tells him, and then gives him a knowing, almost shy smile. "I've always been more of a fan of the moon anyway."

"I wonder why," Thomas said, kind of amazed at his own ability to tease Derek about that. If there was one thing he could thank WICKED for, it was giving him the ability to adapt and adjust quickly. Back in the Scorch, you couldn't stand around and cry at each new horrible thing you saw. There was just no time.

"I got burned a few times back there," he sighed, dipping lower into the ocean and letting the water cool his warm shoulders. He stood back up after a moment. "We had to travel at night and sleep during the day. Safest way to do it."

Safe being a very relative term there.

"Haven't the faintest," Derek replies, feeling pleased that Thomas has taken this so well, and doesn't seem to be afraid of him. Thomas says that he was burned and Derek instinctively looks him over for evidence, but he can't see much because of the water. He drifts closer and their shoulders brush, knees knocking under the water. "Are you still feeling a little nocturnal?"

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