triskehale | 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! ♥]

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"Oh, wow."

For a moment, I have absolutely no idea how to respond. I've definitely heard of the disorder before, but I've never known anyone who's had to deal with it any way. It's always been one of those things I've heard about or seen in movies, but just couldn't conceive as real.

Which is terrible, I know. If there's one thing Darrow has taught me it's just how sheltered I've been all my life.

"That sounds... uhm. I don't know. Confusing? I can't even imagine how that would work. Would you have to cook for any one of those who might show up?"

"What? No, fuck those guys. If they didn't want to eat what was already prepared, they could make their own shit," she says, flapping her hand dismissively. The alters had been part of the family and therefore they hadn't gotten any sort of special treatment.

"It really wasn't that big a deal," she says honestly. "I mean, yeah, it sucked sometimes that my mom was crazy, but mostly because other kids are assholes and they like to make fun of shit they don't understand. But when it came to my actual mom and the alters... I don't know, it wasn't so bad. Some of the alters were pretty cool. T was fifteen, so when I was like, twelve to sixteen myself, she was the best. After that she got to be sort of a pain in my ass and I did always sort of hate how she squeezed her mom butt into my skinny jeans and stretched the shit out of them."

It's impossible not to smile at the easy way Kate talks about it and I can only hope she doesn't think it's rude when I start laughing. I do my best to cover it up, my mind whirling with so many questions, most of which are probably pretty invasive.

"Sorry, it's just... this isn't something I could ever even imagine myself, but you make it sound, I don't know. Normal? How many alters does you mom have? Just a few?"

"Oh, shit, at last count..." She pauses, trying to gather them all in her head. "Okay, there was Alice, Buck and T, they were the primary three I lived with for most of my life, but in the past few years there was also Gimme, Chicken, Shoshana and Bryce. So seven besides my mom last I heard."

Bryce is the worst. She never wants to talk about Bryce. The others are harmless, even if some of them are more annoying than others, but Bryce terrified her. The way he'd looked at her, the talk of the abuse, the way he'd physically assaulted Marshall. Her mother's own abuser as one of her alters is definitely the worst things ever got and Kate prefers to gloss right over him entirely.

Goodness, seven. I know it probably doesn't work the way I imagine, but that seems like an awful lot of voices to carry around in one head. But it's obvious Kate still deeply cares for her mother and, not for the first time, I wonder how people like her, the ones that have been stuck here for years and years handle not ever getting to see their families. I've only been here three months and sometimes I miss my parents so much it's suffocating.

"Gimme and Chicken?" I ask, focusing on that instead. "Were they all at least sorta nice? And did your mom... I mean, she knew about them, right? Could she remember anything her alters did? Not that you have to tell me anything!" I rush to add. "I'm sorry if I'm asking anything too personal. I've just. I'm curious. But you don't have to answer anything you don't want to - I totally understand."

"Oh, dude, it's fine," Kate says, waving her hand. She has absolutely no problem answering questions about her mom's disorder, mostly because she'd rather people ask than just make assumptions about the whole thing. "She knew about them, yeah, but she didn't remember what happened when they took over. She would black out mostly. That's how she got diagnosed in the first place, she was losing time in college and she didn't know why."

At the question about the alters being nice, Kate smirks a little and says, "I don't know if they were all nice. I sort of hated Alice, she was a bitch, but I loved T and Buck. Gimme and Chicken were annoying, because they were like... my mom's baser instincts. Gimme was like, this gibbering idiot and Chicken was six. Shoshana was a psychiatrist. Yeah, my mom had a psychiatrist alter and she was always up in everyone's business. She tried to profile me all the time, I sort of hated it, but she helped my mom, so I guess she wasn't all bad."

And she doesn't mention Bryce. The less said about him, the better.

My eyes widen at the realization that Kate's mom had been suffering since college. I can't help but wonder what caused it and how scared she must've been to realize she was blacking out, missing points in her life she couldn't remember. Again, it's nothing I can really imagine considering I've never felt anything like it. How does a person even begin to cope with something like that?

"This is... my gosh, this is fascinating," I tell her and as soon as the words are out, I cringe. "Sorry, that sounds so rude! I'm just. I can't imagine how... how anything. How are brains can be capable of something like that. Does she... I mean, is your mom happy? I bet she's sure happy to have had you around at the very least. Goodness, can you imagine going through something like that all on your own?"

"She's okay sometimes," Kate answers, waving it off again when he apologizes. "Dude, don't. I'd much rather people ask questions than just make stupid assumptions. I don't know all the answers, of course, I don't know all the really personal stuff for her, but most of it..." She shrugs. "I don't know, people suck, you know? They said a lot of stupid shit to me over the years, so I'd rather have someone ask me what it's like to my face."

But was Tara happy? That's a question Kate's struggled with a lot over the years. "For a long time I thought my parents were both miserable," she admits. "They didn't seem to like each other very much, they didn't seem to like us, but I think it was just the stress when things got really bad. Mostly yeah, she's happy. She's just also totally crazy."

It makes perfect sense, of course. Even if I can't imagine how Kate's mom felt herself or how Kate felt to live with her, I understand what stress can do to a family. Of course, with my own family, it was usually stress regarding dad's latest coaching job upending our living situation or my skating competitions getting in the way of other scheduled plans than anything like mental health, I definitely remember more than a few arguments in our house.

Things always got worked out though, at least. Even if it took some time.

"I suppose that's what really matters in the end," I tell her, glad she hasn't found any of my questions horribly rude or invasive. She's definitely been nothing but totally forthcoming and honest. "That she was still happy. And you guys, too. It certainly sounds like you love her a lot. You must miss her terribly."

"Sometimes," Kate says. "I mean, yeah, she's my mom, of course I miss her, but a lot of the time I used to hide behind all her bullshit. Like, there was always a reason not to do something, because my mom was crazy. Best reason ever, right? I'm pretty sure you could get out of being enlisted in war with that sort of excuse."

And not having that excuse hanging over her means she can't use it anymore.

"I've actually done stuff since I left home," she explains. "A lot of stuff. Stuff I never would have done back in Kansas because I spent all my time acting like my mom being crazy meant that I didn't have to do anything or become anything. Being away from her shit has been a good thing."

thanksgiving is, after all, a word of action [set on 11/26]

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