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justlurkinghereDerek hadn't even bothered to take off his jacket before falling backwards onto his bed. Puppy Joe wasted absolutely no time in joining him there, attempting to make a small nest in his armpit. Stay classy, dog. Stay classy.
Just as he closed his eyes, his phone rang. Only one person really called him, so answering without looking was only to be expected. "I just left there."
"And you forgot those lovely gifts your little friend Stiles gave you," Laura shot back.
"Hilarious." Sibling love.
She snorted at that, only going silent once the appropriate amount of mockery had been reached. The silence stretched out longer though, causing an uneasy feeling to settle in Derek's stomach. "Why are you calling?"
"I didn't want to bring it up with--people around." She meant non-pack members, he knew.
"Laura--"
"I got a letter from home. From Beacon Hills," she continued. "Someone carved a spiral into a deer carcass."
That unease only increased as he tried to remember ever half truth Stiles had told him. And whatever the hell was wrong with that Jackson kid. "You're going back."
She sighed, the sound the phone shifting hands followed. "I'm going back."
"I'm coming with you." So they could make bad decisions as a family.
"Don't be stupid. I'll attract less attention on my own," she replied. "Look. I'll see if its worth our time and call you if I need help."
Derek pushed himself upright, ignoring the disgruntled noises from the dog. "If it's another pack, you'll need me."
"Derek." She wasn't Laura the annoying older sister right now, she was Laura the alpha. "You're staying where you are until I call."
"Laura--"
"I'm mailing you your gifts before I go."
Everything in his life was terrible. Teeeeerrible. "Keep the hat," he muttered, scooping up the dog with one arm for a hug that he would deny until the day he died.
"Love you, D-bag."
"Love you too."
Just as he closed his eyes, his phone rang. Only one person really called him, so answering without looking was only to be expected. "I just left there."
"And you forgot those lovely gifts your little friend Stiles gave you," Laura shot back.
"Hilarious." Sibling love.
She snorted at that, only going silent once the appropriate amount of mockery had been reached. The silence stretched out longer though, causing an uneasy feeling to settle in Derek's stomach. "Why are you calling?"
"I didn't want to bring it up with--people around." She meant non-pack members, he knew.
"Laura--"
"I got a letter from home. From Beacon Hills," she continued. "Someone carved a spiral into a deer carcass."
That unease only increased as he tried to remember ever half truth Stiles had told him. And whatever the hell was wrong with that Jackson kid. "You're going back."
She sighed, the sound the phone shifting hands followed. "I'm going back."
"I'm coming with you." So they could make bad decisions as a family.
"Don't be stupid. I'll attract less attention on my own," she replied. "Look. I'll see if its worth our time and call you if I need help."
Derek pushed himself upright, ignoring the disgruntled noises from the dog. "If it's another pack, you'll need me."
"Derek." She wasn't Laura the annoying older sister right now, she was Laura the alpha. "You're staying where you are until I call."
"Laura--"
"I'm mailing you your gifts before I go."
Everything in his life was terrible. Teeeeerrible. "Keep the hat," he muttered, scooping up the dog with one arm for a hug that he would deny until the day he died.
"Love you, D-bag."
"Love you too."
