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triskehale) wrote2015-11-20 12:49 am
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[for thomas]
It's been nearly two weeks since they returned from that other Darrow, and Derek is beginning to settle back down. The things he saw there still haunt him, and keep him up at night, but he's almost to a point where he can ignore the memories. Derek has seen many, many terrible things, and he knows that he just has to keep on going.
He knows that everyone has been struggling, and it's his friends that have been helping to get him through it. Derek is trying to help however he can, and that's why he laces up his running shoes one morning and heads to Thomas' with a hoodie over his track pants and fitted t-shirt. Winter is drawing near, and Derek can see his breath while he walks. There's a calm sort of stillness to the city, one that only seems to come with cold, crisp mornings.
After stopping to get two coffees and breakfast sandwiches, he heads to Thomas' building and knocks on the door, listening hard as he waits for it to open. Thomas saw some horrible things, and Derek wants to make sure that he's doing okay. Feeding him and dragging him out for a long run should hopefully be a good start.
He knows that everyone has been struggling, and it's his friends that have been helping to get him through it. Derek is trying to help however he can, and that's why he laces up his running shoes one morning and heads to Thomas' with a hoodie over his track pants and fitted t-shirt. Winter is drawing near, and Derek can see his breath while he walks. There's a calm sort of stillness to the city, one that only seems to come with cold, crisp mornings.
After stopping to get two coffees and breakfast sandwiches, he heads to Thomas' building and knocks on the door, listening hard as he waits for it to open. Thomas saw some horrible things, and Derek wants to make sure that he's doing okay. Feeding him and dragging him out for a long run should hopefully be a good start.
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He laughs again and reaches over to poke the underside of Thomas' arm before scoffing and moving into a lunge to stretch out his hamstrings. "Funny question to ask when you're waving your pits around in my face."
It's all just teasing, because Thomas smells fine to him. Good, even. It's all clean sweat and this musky earthiness that's inherent to him, like vanilla and cloves. And Thomas never seems to wear any cloying, chemical colognes that always make the inside of his nose itch.
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He rubbed the back of his neck and pushed his hair back, making it stick up with the movements of his fingers before exhaling.
"Stop smelling me, you weirdo," he joked, making a face. "I don't know if I could deal with a super sense of smell even after getting used to it. There are some things I hate smelling and I've just got the normal ability."
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"How thoughtful," Derek jokes back, raising an eyebrow when Thomas tells him to stop sniffing him. He's in pretty good spirits so, just to be an ass, he leans forward and buries his face in Thomas' neck to take a big sniff before pulling away with a chuckle.
"Fresh as a daisy," he says, switching to stretch out his other leg. He doesn't really need it, but he likes the way it feels. "Though you don't smell much like a daisy at all."
Derek snorts and looks over at him as he lunges all the way down until he can press his fingers into the soft earth. "Yeah, some things are just terrible. But the good outweighs the bad, for sure."
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"You're really lucky I did shower or you'd be hating yourself for what you just did," Thomas joked, shaking his head. Soap was one of those things that he used a lot of and he'd done so even before the other city. The Scorch had been full of nastiness that clung to you, the smell of death and dying people, of pus and blood, and decaying corpses. After awhile, you got used to it but Thomas remembered his first shower after the Scorch and how much lighter he'd felt afterward.
"You start us off," Thomas requested, bouncing up on his toes. "Let's go before I leave you in the dust."
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He watches Thomas bounce and then scoffs, stretching his arms up over his head and cracking his neck. Then he grins and gives Thomas a mock salute before turning on his heel and taking off into the trees. He isn't going full speed, of course, but definitely pretty fast. The cool air whips past him and he's light on his feet, hopping over a fallen log before looking over his shoulder at Thomas. "What was that about dust?"
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"Never took you for a cheater!" Thomas called back, ducking under a branch and stepping around a few rocks and fallen logs while keeping pace as best he could.
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"You told me to start us off!" Derek called back, laughing into the wind. "Is this not what you meant?"
He can hear Thomas closing the distance between them, heart beating fast as breath leaves his lungs in quick little punches. Derek has never encountered a human that can run like Thomas can, so fast and steady all at once. It's sort of amazing to witness.
Derek slows his pace enough for Thomas to catch up to him, but they're still running fast, and they move together easily through the trees. It's fun, and the trash talk isn't too bad either.
"Oh, glad to see you could make it," Derek teases once he can spot Thomas out of the corner of his eye. "Enjoy the view back there?"
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"Saw some nice trees, some good rocks, a few spots of dirt," he joked, rubbing a forearm across his hair and loosening his stance and posture to be more comfortable as they ran.
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They settle into something steady, and Derek lets his breathing fall into sync with Thomas' as their shoes hit the dirt, kicking dust up behind him as they run. The sun shines down through the trees, dappling the trail with bright patches of warmth. It's peaceful out here, nearly silent except for the birds and the critters, their breathing, and the steady beating of their hearts, loud and healthy.
"I like it out here," Derek says, but he's sure that Thomas already knows.
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"You'd live outside if you could, I bet," he remarked with a laugh. "Since you probably like your bed, you do the second best thing and live in the woods in a cool house. Probably keeps the noise down."
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That was a dark time for him, but he had found a sort of peace in it. Things like that are easier to handle as a wolf. But it couldn't have lasted forever. Derek didn't want it to. He just needed the time.
"I love my bed," Derek corrects with a laugh. "But yeah, apartment life isn't for me. Too much noise, too many smells. So when I found that old hunting cabin, I decided to fix it up."
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"Do you keep anything there?" he wondered. "Like is it some secret workshop or a place where you keep all your extra leather jackets?"
He shot Derek a smirk at that because it wasn't something he really believed. But, Derek did have all that room and Thomas wondered if it was just empty space or if it was used for anything.
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"It does," Derek tells him, and then laughs delightedly and shakes his head. "Sounds like someone has leather jacket envy. You can borrow one, if you want."
He shoots Thomas a teasing look, and then darts forward to lift a low hanging branch out of the way so that Thomas can run underneath it. "Actually, I'm moving back into Dimera for the winter. It'll just be easier. Better for the animals, and if I want people to keep visiting me, I better make it so that they don't have to trek through the woods in a foot of snow."
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He could just picture himself standing in one of Derek's jackets, sleeves hanging over his arms while the coat made him look like he was about five years old.
"I didn't even think of that," Thomas said with a snicker. "I'm sure some people would have still gone out there because they just can't resist you."
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Derek already knows exactly what Thomas would look like in one of his leather jackets because he's effectively seen it already, but he doesn't mention that. He barely even makes the connection between Thomas and Stiles anymore, except when it's glaringly obvious. They may share the same face, the same body, but that's not what's important. They're entirely different people.
It took some time, but now when Derek looks at Thomas he just sees Thomas, his friend, and it doesn't even ache at all. Derek is glad for that. Thomas doesn't deserve for anyone to look at him and see a ghost.
"Is that right?" Derek asks with a pleased chuckle of his own, reaching out to lightly elbow Thomas' arm. "You on that list?"
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"Depends on how much snow was on the ground," he continued with a smirk at both his words and Derek's elbow. "And how much I wanted to see Jinx. I'm not gonna go out in anything that's taller than me. I don't wanna freeze or something."
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They're deep in the woods now, where the sounds of the city are muffled by the depth of the trees. It's silent except for the occasional chirp of a bird and the sounds that they're making; their heartbeats, and their harsh breathing. The sound of their footsteps hitting the hard-packed earth. Derek likes it more than he probably should.
"I told you that I'd show you the snow when it comes," Derek says, pulling ahead a little bit. He realizes that Thomas doesn't need Derek to show him the snow. One day he'll wake up and it'll just be there, and Derek isn't sure why he wants to see the look on Thomas' face the first time that he sees it so badly. He just does. "If you want."
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"In pictures," he finally added, rubbing his arm across his brow again. "Too hot for snow back home. The sun's not gonna cool down for awhile, I think. If it ever does. I guess we're lucky enough that the radiation's died off a bit so people can manage to live longer than a week there, if they're prepared."
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"Oh," Derek says quietly, frowning at Thomas' words. His world sounds like such a terrible place, and Derek can't help to be selfishly glad that Thomas is here. At least here, Thomas can enjoy the sunshine.
"Then I suppose you don't need me to show you," Derek replies, feeling a little stupid about it. He picks up speed and rounds the bend, skidding to a halt when he sees a doe and a fawn in their path. They freeze and stare at him for a long moment, as deers are wont to do, before they finally tear off into the brush.
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It took him a second to realize why and then he watched, wide eyed, as the deer bolt away.
"Guess we scared them," Thomas remarked, glancing over at Derek before he started jogging again.
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"You scared them with all your yelling," Derek remarks, trying to move past the awkward moment. He darts forward and tugs on the back of Thomas' shirt, pressing his knuckles lightly to the small of Thomas' back before sidling up next to him. "I'll show up with hot chocolate when it snows, okay?"
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"I think you'd die if you ever showed up at my apartment without food or a drink," he teased. "You're just lucky that I appreciate it and I do eat and drink everything you bring even if I don't do it right in front of you."
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Derek stops as well, letting out an amused chuckle and smiling wryly as he smooths Thomas' shirt back down. The look on Thomas' face makes him raise an amused eyebrow right back at him, just on reflex.
"So I like making sure that you're okay," Derek says, squeezing Thomas' hip and shrugging one shoulder as he lets go. He lifts his gaze to meet Thomas' eyes and laughs a little. "Sue me."
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"I appreciate it though, I do," he promised quietly. "Even if I don't eat it right there, I do appreciate it and thanks for thinking of me and trying to make sure I'm okay. You're doing a good job. I'm good. I'm doing okay."
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"All you'd get is a bar and a cat," Derek jokes back, smiling and flashing his red eyes playfully when Thomas shoves at him. But then Thomas keeps speaking and Derek's expression sobers, cheeks flushing a light pink at the praise. It means a lot for Derek to know that he's appreciated, and those words, you're doing a good job, make him feel sort of warm all over.
"Good," Derek says after a moment, swaying in a bit closer. He laughs softly, mostly at himself, and gives Thomas a little shrug. "I probably won't stop, but I'm glad you're doing okay."
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