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triskehale) wrote2015-11-24 01:14 am
triskehale) wrote2015-11-24 01:14 am
thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]
Thanksgivings in the Hale house used to be quite the big deal. Feeding over a dozen werewolves, many of them teenagers was no easy feat. Derek loved all the chaos, and he helped out in the kitchen since he was old enough to stand on a step stool and reach the counter.
The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.
It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.
So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.
The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.
And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.
[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]
The first year after everyone died, he and Laura each got a rotisserie chicken and some biscuits, trying to hang on to some semblance of tradition, but the food tasted like ash. Laura went to bed early, and Derek pretended not to hear her cry. They stopped trying to do anything for the holiday after that.
It's been almost a decade since that disastrous attempt, and a few months ago Derek decided that he wanted to try again. While Laura and the rest of his family will always be the cause of this gnawing ache in his heart, Derek has a new family here in Darrow. He has so many people that matter to him, and care about him. It's more than Derek deserves, or ever thought that he would get, but he's grateful. He's thankful.
So he decides that he's going to do his best to put on a Thanksgiving of his own, and invite his new ragtag sort of pack. His new family.
The invitations go out and on the big day, Derek arrives at Semele's just after dawn. He puts two giant turkeys in the oven and quickly sets up the long table and chairs in the middle of the bar. With each chair he places, Derek marvels over just how many people he has in his life. It's astounding to him, and it's the perfect day to show his gratitude.
And then, all that's left to do is cook. And cook, and cook some more. If he's lucky, he'll have time to go shower and put on something nice before all his guests arrive.
[Hale pack Thanksgiving! Treat this as a gathering post. Tag in, tag around, give thanks! ♥]
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She glances over when Derek speaks, happily situated with her glass of wine and an elbow on the table, her chin propped in her hand as she just listens to the conversation around her and watches others enjoy themselves. She grins and nods at his question, then pats the table next to her, where there's a free seat.
"I'm having a great time." she assures him. "Park it. I haven't seen near enough of you lately...I want Alpha Time."
And, just in case he has any ideas about telling her no, she gives him her best entitled, adorable little pout.
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"That so?" Derek asks, tempted to make some crack about her alter ego, but he remembers their fight in the alley. Even though he still isn't exactly comfortable with what Allison does at night, and especially not the name that she goes by, today isn't the say to bring it up.
"You know, you're not the only one who calls me alpha anymore," Derek tells her, just a bit smug but mostly pleased. "Our little pack has grown."
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"Yes, that's so, Alpha Jerk!" she teases fondly. When he mentions the pack has grown, her smile brightens with genuine pleasure, deliberately missing the smugness in his expression. She knows there's something between them still, something more about the Alpha that bothers Derek and that she doesn't understand...
But she's not going to look for it today, of all days.
"No kidding?" she beamed. "Okay, tell. Who are these pack mates I don't know about? I need to bake them cookies. And, y'know, maybe save a few for a pretty black-furred werewolf if he's nice to me and gives me a really good hug..."
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Derek sort of considers everyone here pack, in some way or another, but he knows for most it isn't mutual. They all consider Derek a good friend, sure. But not pack.
He laughs and slings an arm around Allison's shoulders, turning her until he spots Bitty chatting with Kate at the bar. "That's Bitty. Well, Eric. Most people call him Bitty. He made all the pies."
Derek rolls his lips into his mouth for a moment before continuing. "We were stuck in that other Darrow together. So was Neil, who is the other one."
He gestures at Neil, who is sitting across from Dean, and smiles a little. "Just those two."