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justlurkinghere) wrote2013-01-22 08:14 pm
justlurkinghere) wrote2013-01-22 08:14 pm
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Beacon Hills Hospital, then Hale House - Beacon Hills - Tuesday Evening
The hospital wasn't exactly Derek's favorite place to go. Chemicals and sick people everywhere played hell with his sense of smell. But this was something he needed to look into with this bus driver. In case McCall couldn't figure out if those were memories of the alpha or if he'd really been there to witness it.
It was late enough that avoiding the nurses and doctors was simple enough to get into the room despite visiting hours being long over. Which also gave him all the privacy he wanted to see the man.
Who was pretending to be asleep as soon as the door had opened and then closed again softly."Open your eyes. Open your eyes," Derek repeated with more force.. "Look at me. What do you remember?"
The man tilted his head slightly, hindered by the bandage on his neck. "Hale."
Wow, that was really not what he'd expected to hear. At all. "How do you know my name?"
"I'm sorry."
Derek stifled the panic that threatened to well up at the apology. What did the man know? "How do you know me?"
"I'm sorry," he said again, the bandage on his neck slowly turning red as the movement opened the wound there.
Well, crap. Derek did what he was prone to do in situations where he was very lost and confused, he backed away into the shadows. And then remembered that there was a door and took that to get far away as the machines around the man set off alarms. In the distance he could hear the nurses talking before they too noticed the alarms.
He had to get out of here and regroup.
----
He was back at the ruin of his old home, trying to work up the nerve to just call Jack for help with this investigation thing when he heard McCall coming up the way. Angry if the way he shoved the door open was anything to go by.
"Derek! I know you're here! I know what you did!"
...okay, that probably wasn't good. "I didn't do anything," he replied, keeping out of sight. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with the kid.
He could hear Scott making his way up the rickety steps. "You killed him!" Oh. That.
"He died," Derek corrected.
"Like your sister died?"
Oh, he did not go there. "My sister was missing," Derek replied, keeping his anger at the entire situation under control. "I came here looking for her."
"You found her--" Scott started to say, already another accusation.
"I found her in pieces," he all but roared. Because that was a healthy response to this discussion. "Being used as bait to catch me."
McCall had already reached the top of the stairs, breathing calmer now. He might even be able to focus enough to hear or smell him soon enough. "I think you killed them both. I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff."
Oh, like he hadn't already tried that. There was a reason why Derek hated this stupid, fucking town. Instead of responding with his words, Derek took to the route of shoving the kid back down the stairs.
What? It wasn't like he'd be seriously hurt by it. For long.
By the time the kid reached the ground floor, he'd shifted. Scott turned, feral yellow eyes glowing in the dank, creepy darkness of the old house. Yeah. This is just how Derek had wanted to spend his evening. Dealing with a pissed off teenage werewolf.
He jumped down from the second floor because stairs were for suckers and people without awesome werewolf powers. And was then shoved through a wall for all his trouble. Scott was strong if nothing else. No wonder the alpha picked him.
Once he picked himself back up, dusting off the decaying wood and drywall, he checked to make sure no damage had been done to the jacket. "That was cute," he muttered, letting the shift happen as he walked back through the hole in the wall to kick McCall's ass.
There might have been a few times in there that he hadn't meant to get hit, of course. But that was what happened in a fight, after all. It was nothing that would put him down for the count, at least. And, it seemed, the kid had some aggression to work off.
Maybe if he went for more walkies, this wouldn't be necessary.
Once the kid was making human noises again, hunched over on his hands and knees as the last of the damage Derek did started to heal, he finally addressed the issue at hand. With his words. Contain your shock, people.
"I didn't kill him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine."
Scott shoved himself up to get back into Derek's face. But there weren't any growls or fangs involved, so it was progress at least. "This?" he demanded. "This is all your fault! You ruined my life!"
No, Derek just ruined his own life. It was a thing. "No, I didn't."
"You're the one who bit me!" For the love of--
"No, I'm not," Derek shot back, finally having enough and getting back into McCall's face about it.
That set the kid back, at least. "What?"
Was he going to need to use smaller words here? "I'm not the one that bit you."
He watched as that sank in, the kid's breathing speeding up as he touched the now healed scratch across his own chest. Whatever dream he had of the alpha being reanalyzed to include these new facts. "There's another," Scott said, half sitting, half collapsing back onto a piece of furniture that had been left behind after the fire.
"It's called an Alpha," Derek explained like someone was pulling teeth from him. "It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're betas." Well. Technically Derek was an omega at this point. But that wasn't something he wanted to think any further on than he strictly had to. "This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him."
And, you know, kill him.
Derek looked down at him, not wanting to admit the next part, "But I don't think I can do it without you."
"Why me?"
Because of some sense of responsibility or misguided loyalty to the vague sort of friendship he'd had with Stiles before all this started maybe. Because he was alone in this save for Jack who was literally cursed by this and wanted to be a werewolf about as much as McCall did.
"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack," Derek replied instead of any of those other reasons. "It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants."
Because the Hale clan was just sooooo messed up.
[[NFI, NFB! Taken from Pack Mentality]]
It was late enough that avoiding the nurses and doctors was simple enough to get into the room despite visiting hours being long over. Which also gave him all the privacy he wanted to see the man.
Who was pretending to be asleep as soon as the door had opened and then closed again softly."Open your eyes. Open your eyes," Derek repeated with more force.. "Look at me. What do you remember?"
The man tilted his head slightly, hindered by the bandage on his neck. "Hale."
Wow, that was really not what he'd expected to hear. At all. "How do you know my name?"
"I'm sorry."
Derek stifled the panic that threatened to well up at the apology. What did the man know? "How do you know me?"
"I'm sorry," he said again, the bandage on his neck slowly turning red as the movement opened the wound there.
Well, crap. Derek did what he was prone to do in situations where he was very lost and confused, he backed away into the shadows. And then remembered that there was a door and took that to get far away as the machines around the man set off alarms. In the distance he could hear the nurses talking before they too noticed the alarms.
He had to get out of here and regroup.
----
He was back at the ruin of his old home, trying to work up the nerve to just call Jack for help with this investigation thing when he heard McCall coming up the way. Angry if the way he shoved the door open was anything to go by.
"Derek! I know you're here! I know what you did!"
...okay, that probably wasn't good. "I didn't do anything," he replied, keeping out of sight. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight with the kid.
He could hear Scott making his way up the rickety steps. "You killed him!" Oh. That.
"He died," Derek corrected.
"Like your sister died?"
Oh, he did not go there. "My sister was missing," Derek replied, keeping his anger at the entire situation under control. "I came here looking for her."
"You found her--" Scott started to say, already another accusation.
"I found her in pieces," he all but roared. Because that was a healthy response to this discussion. "Being used as bait to catch me."
McCall had already reached the top of the stairs, breathing calmer now. He might even be able to focus enough to hear or smell him soon enough. "I think you killed them both. I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff."
Oh, like he hadn't already tried that. There was a reason why Derek hated this stupid, fucking town. Instead of responding with his words, Derek took to the route of shoving the kid back down the stairs.
What? It wasn't like he'd be seriously hurt by it. For long.
By the time the kid reached the ground floor, he'd shifted. Scott turned, feral yellow eyes glowing in the dank, creepy darkness of the old house. Yeah. This is just how Derek had wanted to spend his evening. Dealing with a pissed off teenage werewolf.
He jumped down from the second floor because stairs were for suckers and people without awesome werewolf powers. And was then shoved through a wall for all his trouble. Scott was strong if nothing else. No wonder the alpha picked him.
Once he picked himself back up, dusting off the decaying wood and drywall, he checked to make sure no damage had been done to the jacket. "That was cute," he muttered, letting the shift happen as he walked back through the hole in the wall to kick McCall's ass.
There might have been a few times in there that he hadn't meant to get hit, of course. But that was what happened in a fight, after all. It was nothing that would put him down for the count, at least. And, it seemed, the kid had some aggression to work off.
Maybe if he went for more walkies, this wouldn't be necessary.
Once the kid was making human noises again, hunched over on his hands and knees as the last of the damage Derek did started to heal, he finally addressed the issue at hand. With his words. Contain your shock, people.
"I didn't kill him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine."
Scott shoved himself up to get back into Derek's face. But there weren't any growls or fangs involved, so it was progress at least. "This?" he demanded. "This is all your fault! You ruined my life!"
No, Derek just ruined his own life. It was a thing. "No, I didn't."
"You're the one who bit me!" For the love of--
"No, I'm not," Derek shot back, finally having enough and getting back into McCall's face about it.
That set the kid back, at least. "What?"
Was he going to need to use smaller words here? "I'm not the one that bit you."
He watched as that sank in, the kid's breathing speeding up as he touched the now healed scratch across his own chest. Whatever dream he had of the alpha being reanalyzed to include these new facts. "There's another," Scott said, half sitting, half collapsing back onto a piece of furniture that had been left behind after the fire.
"It's called an Alpha," Derek explained like someone was pulling teeth from him. "It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I, we're betas." Well. Technically Derek was an omega at this point. But that wasn't something he wanted to think any further on than he strictly had to. "This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him."
And, you know, kill him.
Derek looked down at him, not wanting to admit the next part, "But I don't think I can do it without you."
"Why me?"
Because of some sense of responsibility or misguided loyalty to the vague sort of friendship he'd had with Stiles before all this started maybe. Because he was alone in this save for Jack who was literally cursed by this and wanted to be a werewolf about as much as McCall did.
"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack," Derek replied instead of any of those other reasons. "It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants."
Because the Hale clan was just sooooo messed up.
[[NFI, NFB! Taken from Pack Mentality]]