justlurkinghere | Kinda Sweaty And Gross Mansion, Thursday Evening

With yesterday having been the real full moon and tonight being the last one for Jack to go through, Derek was getting the coffee maker prepared to just be turned on in the morning. Because it was going to be a long night.

And coffee was coffee.

So. There was that.

He glanced over at the clock, waiting for Jack.

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bitten_notshy

"You take such good care of me," Jack said lightly as he let himself in. He gestured to the coffee maker to indicate what the hell he was talking about. "Hi."

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justlurkinghere

"Hey," Derek replied dryly. "It could be for me."

It was not. But it could be.

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bitten_notshy

"Is it?" Jack asked, sliding into a seat at the kitchen table. He had planned his arrival to give himself some time to visit before moonrise.

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justlurkinghere

Derek shrugged. Because direct lies just did not work.

"There might be enough."

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bitten_notshy

"I won't take too much," Jack promised, eying Derek but deciding to give him a break since he hadn't directly lied. "How are you, anyhow? We didn't have much time to talk last night."

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justlurkinghere

Derek cleared his throat at that. "Things have been good. Mostly."

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bitten_notshy

"Only mostly?" Jack asked with mock innocence.

The fact Derek and Stiles had both been rather absent since graduation had not gone unnoticed, though he couldn't have guessed at all the reasons for that beyond the obvious.

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justlurkinghere

Derek rolled his eyes, but the slight red he turned meant Jack wasn't too far off on some of it.

"More things happening in Stiles' Beacon Hills," he admitted, so not about to discuss his sex life with anyone.

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bitten_notshy

Jack sighed heavily. "Of course. It couldn't possibly stay quiet for long. Is he all right?" He considered the question. "Or -- will he be?"

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justlurkinghere

Derek shrugged again. "He was at the hospital for a little before he wanted to go home. Not sleeping much."

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bitten_notshy

Jack didn't know you could go to the hospital for that, but he supposed it made sense.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "Anything I can do, let me know."

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justlurkinghere

"I'm not dragging you into that again," Derek said. "But... thanks."

Jack did not deserve to deal with the bullshit of Beacon Hills.

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bitten_notshy

"It's not dragging me into it if I offer," Jack said. "Besides, you let me sprout fur and tear around your basement three nights a month. I owe you something."

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justlurkinghere

Derek just huffed in a manly fashion, kicking lightly at Jack's chair. "They think it might be something human wrong with him. A disease. His mother had it."

And, you know, died from it.

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bitten_notshy

Jack's stomach twisted, though he kept his face unperturbed.

"Shit. Can they treat it?"

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justlurkinghere

"I think they want to make sure what it is."

He only knew about adrenaline and werewolves, okay?

"I'm keeping in touch with his dad about it."

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bitten_notshy

"Right, they can't do anything if they don't understand it," Jack said in a long sigh. "Damn it, though. That's so -- unfair."

He knew nothing was fair. It still bothered him.

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justlurkinghere

"I'll let you know if we find out anything," Derek promised, maybe a little glad to have someone to talk to about this. That he wasn't paying.

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bitten_notshy

"Thanks," Jack told him, hunching a bit forward over the table. "How's he doing with it? I can't imagine hearing something like that."

That, he thought blackly, was the one good thing about not remembering much about his parents; he'd never have to worry he'd die the way they did. (Though the fact consumption didn't kill people anymore also helped on that score.)