You'll always be running

Mike was out of the house, probably working on island or... something else. Either way, Derek was alone in the mansion, eyeing his phone every few minutes like he'd hear from the Sheriff with an update on Stiles any moment now.

Which meant they were still looking and he was still waiting for the slim chance that Stiles came back to Fandom instead of sticking around Beacon Hills. Stiles. Not the nogitsune. That was all he could hope for right now as he waited less and less patiently with each passing day.

Derek sighed, leaning more heavily against the kitchen counter as he tried and failed to not feel how quiet and lonely the house was right now.

[NFB, and for one! Blanket trigger warning for Very Bad Things here. Ye be warned!]

So, Florida was warm and wonderful. And Derek hated it so much.

But it made for a nice trip around the damn near deserted FSU campus earlier that day, at least. And now there was a trip to the beach. Because they were in Florida. And it was a trip to the beach or a trip to Disney.

And Derek looked terrible in mouse ears. So.

He sat in the sand, looking surly and unapproachable to people. Which was his default expression after 'tragic and emotionally traumatized'.

[[NFB, duh. For the person there]]

Upon going to drag Stiles out for his morning violent flail run this morning, it became abundantly clear that something more was needed. Because Beacon Hills was an evil place and damn it, he'd warned the kid about going back there.

Therefore, it was time for a Denny's trip. Where one could repress their trauma via a Grand Slam.

Hey, whatever worked for them. Right?

[For the guy modded. Maybe in a tutu. I use my powers for evil]

Laura was once again gone. And Derek was totally fine about that. Yeah, totally fine. He was just glaring down at his coffee cup like it offended him on every level possible and would set it on fire with the power of his hatred.

And he was apparently talking to Stiles again.

Well, it had really been more of a kidnapping because the kid had his jeep available to drive them to Denny's while the Camaro was still in Beacon Hills. But, you know, whatever got him a Grand Slam of sadness.

[[NFB, and for the kidnappee!]]

Derek had peeled his leather jacket off with some difficulty as only one arm was functioning properly. He was almost certain that this Stiles wouldn't dare try to take the jacket so he let it fall wherever it did. He was most certainly not relaxing slightly because he was in more familiar surroundings with a more familiar person. Not at all. Except for how he was.

( Goddamn Fandom had ruined his instincts. )

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( Derek is starting to smell. It's pretty gross. )

[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Magic Bullet. Oh god, we are spamming you with TW.]]

There were police at the house when he got back that morning. The smell of gun oil and the sound of the radio should have warned him off, but time in Fandom had no doubt dulled the normal instinct to run from the law. So, of course he was promptly questioned about the body in the backyard--Stiles was a dead man again--and handcuffed for more intensive questioning as they looked around the house and yard.

( Stiles needs to learn to not taunt the murderous werewolf )

[[NFB, OCD coming up for one! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]

He'd expected Stiles and his friend Scott to come back at some point or another. Whether it was for the inhaler or because the boy had been bitten by whoever it was that killed Laura, he'd expected them to come. So it wasn't exactly hard to pick up their clumsy footsteps coming through the woods.

( Derek creeps on teenagers. It's kind of a thing. )

[[NFB, duh. Taken from the episode Wolf Moon]]

Despite not being allowed at the dance and crying into his pillow aaaaall night Derek woke up bright and early this morning. Bright, early, and confused.

First of all, he had a puppy with him. (A PUPPY!) And he was in a strange house that smelled like some other werewolf. Which would by why Derek was now sneaking down the stairs to investigate the place.

That didn't explain why the puppy was tucked under his shirt, though. (It was so tiny! It probably got cold easily!)

[[So open for the housemate and anyone who might stop by]]