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triskehale) wrote2015-11-24 01:14 am
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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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It was just so many levels of crazy that somehow trying to work our the memories had seemed like the least of her problems.
"By the time everything settled and we ended up back here again, it was like they were already a part of me," she admits. "I wish I knew how I dealt with it, like I had some kind of advice or something, but the thing you'll probably figure out about me soon enough if you haven't already is that I don't know what I'm doing like, almost all the time."
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He knew, if anyone knew the answer, they would have shared but he couldn't stop thinking about it. The magic he'd seen from some of the different people that called Darrow home was nothing compared to the magic that the place itself did.
"And it was home?" he asked quietly. "You weren't dreaming or anything?"
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And she remembers it all with perfect clarity. Even now, more than a year later, she remembers it all. That had been home and Newt had been there with her. He'd met her mother, he'd met Marshall, Max had appraised him and had actually been nicer than Tara in the end. It was like Tara had been making up for lost time and she'd gone full third degree on him.
"But time was different. We were there for ages and here it was only a day or two," she says. "I missed a shift at work, so I know it was at least one day."
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He quickly realized that something like that would be too easy. Darrow or whatever controlled Darrow was powerful. It'd had the ability to find him in the Scorch and take him right out of that world and into this one. He knew that he couldn't hide if this place wanted him back.
"Every time I think I've managed to get my footing here, someone tells me something new and I end up on my shucking ass again," he said, laughing at the absurdity of it all. What Kate was telling him should not be possible and yet he absolutely believed her. He couldn't not, not after everything he'd witnessed.
"This place is just...bloody insane," he said, taking a word out of Newt's (his Newt) vocabulary because it just seemed to fit.
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And so, insane or not, this place is home. It's where she found freedom and autonomy and her new family. Her friends, her dog, her husband, her potential career path. It's given her everything. And yeah, it's insane, but Kate's lived with insane since the moment she was born.
"I guess having a crazy mom probably prepared me for this shit better than some," she admits with a grin. "I mean, when your mom sometimes turns onto a poncho goblin, it's sort of hard to be surprised by new memories or turning into a dude for a week."
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"You turned into a guy before?" he asked, eyes wide yet again. He knew that questioning Darrow was ridiculous and did no good but he'd never thought that changing someone's gender would be something he'd have to deal with. "Really?"
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Then she pauses and grins. "But Newt and I had fun anyway." Which is probably way too much information, but she's never really been known for her filter and it's not like someone wouldn't wonder about it anyway. She figures it's probably just easier to say it out loud and then no one has to awkwardly ask about it.
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"You're an awesome woman," Thomas agreed with a quiet laugh. "I don't know if I want to experience the wonders of being a woman because I would not be awesome. I'm barely managing to get by like I am now. Changing my gender...yeah, let's avoid that."
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He should probably prepare himself for it eventually anyway. Not that she can promise it'll happen to him, but it seems to happen a lot more than people might expect and the chances are probably pretty high that some day he's going to wake up in a totally different body. One with boobs.
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Before they'd been dumped in the Scorch, he'd slept a lot to escape his problems. Maybe he'd give that method a try here too.
"I don't think I'd be a great girl," he decided. "I'd freak out and scream until my neighbors complained."
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"And I'm sure you'd get over the screaming eventually," she adds. "You can't just scream non-stop for a week. Trust me, you would totally adjust and then you'd figure out exactly what I mean when I say it's not the same thing just to hear what it's like."
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"I bet I could get close to screaming nonstop for a week," he retorted with another laugh. "If I got tired of screaming, there's always hiding in my apartment with the door locked and the shades drawn. "I don't think girls want me joining their gender even for a week. Even for a day. I'd be terrible and...exploration would not be my top priority."
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And since she's spent a week as a dude now -- twice -- she's pretty sure she's qualified to say being a woman is better.
"Now that you've said out loud you don't want it to happen, I bet it will," she points out. "That's just how this place works."
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"Don't tell me that," he moaned dramatically, tossing an arm over his eyes. "Don't tell me that because now I will wake up in fear every single morning, checking for parts that shouldn't be there and doubting myself for like an hour until I know I'm me and not a girl."
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They'd all probably be a little bit happier if they did.
"Besides, you can't doubt yourself, you'll feel the difference like, right away. Your boobs are nearly as big as mine and it would totally throw off your centre of gravity to get this shit."
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"And that's why I would stay in bed all day and hide," Thomas said, circling back to that plan. "If I turn into a girl and I don't know how to control my unwieldy girl body, I'll just stay there and lock the doors and hide. See, problem solved."
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No one really cares about shit like that. Not like Eric had been thinking anyway. Not anyone who's not a total asshole and Kate would never try to hook either of them up with assholes. She's done with that on all fronts.
"And I may not be a superhero, but I have excellent lock picking skills, so I'd get in," she adds cheerfully.
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"I'd bar my door," he said, not at all serious. She seemed resourceful and determined and hiding for long periods of time was difficult. Eventually, someone found you whether it be Crank, Glader or someone like Kate. "You wouldn't be able to make it in unless I wanted you to."