Teen Wolf Fic: Run (1/1, Gen (Derek & Isaac), PG-13)
Run - Teen Wolf - Gen (Derek & Isaac) - Words: 1,017
Written for Beacon Hills LandComm; Derek Centric Fanworks Challenge
Summary: With no pack, no hope, and no reason to stay, Derek takes the only reasonable option left.
Content Notes: PG-13
Author Notes: Spoilers through all of seasons one and two.
He'd been turning the idea over in his head for a few days now. At first it had been a passing thought, something that he'd dismissed before it had been fully formed. A late night half-wish when he wasn't quite awake but couldn't sleep because he knew the Alpha Pack was out there. The Alpha Pack knew where Derek's den was, he didn't kid himself about that, and really it was just a matter of time before they came and made their point. He had no illusions that the Alpha Pack would find him lacking as an Alpha - Derek's pack currently consisted of himself and Isaac and there wasn't anything impressive or threatening about two broken young men who couldn't quite walk in civilized company. The Alpha Pack would kill him, leave Isaac as an Omega, and then Isaac would be killed not long after that. If the Hunters didn't get him, another pack would, or Isaac would lose himself to his wolf and be as good as dead. Feral.
When the thought had come to him again, this time in the middle of the day when he was properly awake, it had stunned him with its simplicity. For the first time he thought he understood why Laura had been so eager to leave Beacon Hills after the fire. She had arranged for care for Peter, attended the funerals and made sure all the legal aspects were finalized, and two weeks later they were on the road heading as far across the country as they could possibly get. At the time Derek had seen it as running, as fleeing, but now Derek could only think that it had been a good idea. That it might even have kept them alive. The two of them had been in no shape to defend the Hale territory or to keep themselves safe from any Hunters who lingered to finish the job. Maybe it had been running away, but Derek was starting to realize that he would always be running from what he'd wrought. He'd been foolish to think he could settle, to have a pack of his own, and to stay where everywhere he looked he was reminded of what he'd done.
The idea grew, taking root and blossoming from the bare branches of a wish to tentative possibilities. The Alpha Pack wouldn't like that he was running, but maybe there was enough left in Beacon Hills to occupy them. Erica and Boyd were long gone, but there was still Scott and Jackson in the area. Derek had approached Scott twice more, trying to tell him about the Alpha Pack, but Scott had avowed that it was Derek's problem. Derek thought that if it really came down to the wire, Scott would help, but Derek wasn't going to sit and wait for Scott to come and save the day. He was done waiting. As for Jackson - well, Jackson hadn't been the slightest bit interested in becoming a member of Derek's pack, and Isaac had reacted rather poorly both to Derek's offer and to Jackson's rejection of them. So, if Derek was going to leave Scott, Jackson, and the Argents to deal with the Alpha Pack, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe they were only getting what they asked for; to be left out of the pack.
When Derek found himself looking over the den and realizing that all of their belongings would fit easily into the Camero, he stood abruptly and walked the length of the train depot before returning to the central area in front of the subway car that acted as their living room.
Isaac, who had been sprawled on his back with his headphones in, sat up at Derek's sudden movement and was watching Derek with a wary expression like he wanted to bolt
"How do you feel about Chicago?" Derek asked, his mind reaching out along the highways he'd taken back to California from New York.
"I've never been," Isaac said, his eyes flickering down to his lap before he cautiously looked back up at Derek. "Never been outside of California."
Derek felt his mouth move into a humorless smirk. "Want to go?"
"What? Now?" Isaac asked. There was an odd look to him, like he thought Derek was just messing around, but at the same time a desperate hope that he was trying to quash before it gained any ground.
"Yeah. There's a few weeks left in summer. We could find an apartment. You could start your junior year somewhere fresh. There are plenty of places outside the city where we wouldn't run into any other packs. No other werewolves. No Hunters. Just two guys," Derek said, and he found the same words that he remembered Laura saying so long ago. "You don't even have to go back to school if you don't want to. You could pass as eighteen."
The hope was starting to take hold, Derek could see it - he could smell it. "Really?" Isaac asked.
"Fifteen minutes to pack up, we'll stop at the grocery store on our way out of town. We could be halfway across the country in two days," Derek offered, knowing that Isaac could hear his heart pounding. "You in?"
Isaac stood. "Let's get the hell out of here."
In reality it only took them five minutes to pack up. Each of them had a duffle bag and a handful of other basic belongings. They loaded up on foods that they could easily eat in the car and when they crossed the border from California into Nevada, Derek felt like he'd been given wings. It was an odd sort of deja vu, a mirror of a memory; driving when it had been Laura driving, a teenager stretched out in the passenger seat and staring at the wide expanse of sky like he'd never seen it before - both of them leaving behind dead families, a broken pack, and the last of what the world had promised them. Derek braced himself to run for a long time to come; in a way, he'd never stopped.
Written for Beacon Hills LandComm; Derek Centric Fanworks Challenge
Summary: With no pack, no hope, and no reason to stay, Derek takes the only reasonable option left.
Content Notes: PG-13
Author Notes: Spoilers through all of seasons one and two.
He'd been turning the idea over in his head for a few days now. At first it had been a passing thought, something that he'd dismissed before it had been fully formed. A late night half-wish when he wasn't quite awake but couldn't sleep because he knew the Alpha Pack was out there. The Alpha Pack knew where Derek's den was, he didn't kid himself about that, and really it was just a matter of time before they came and made their point. He had no illusions that the Alpha Pack would find him lacking as an Alpha - Derek's pack currently consisted of himself and Isaac and there wasn't anything impressive or threatening about two broken young men who couldn't quite walk in civilized company. The Alpha Pack would kill him, leave Isaac as an Omega, and then Isaac would be killed not long after that. If the Hunters didn't get him, another pack would, or Isaac would lose himself to his wolf and be as good as dead. Feral.
When the thought had come to him again, this time in the middle of the day when he was properly awake, it had stunned him with its simplicity. For the first time he thought he understood why Laura had been so eager to leave Beacon Hills after the fire. She had arranged for care for Peter, attended the funerals and made sure all the legal aspects were finalized, and two weeks later they were on the road heading as far across the country as they could possibly get. At the time Derek had seen it as running, as fleeing, but now Derek could only think that it had been a good idea. That it might even have kept them alive. The two of them had been in no shape to defend the Hale territory or to keep themselves safe from any Hunters who lingered to finish the job. Maybe it had been running away, but Derek was starting to realize that he would always be running from what he'd wrought. He'd been foolish to think he could settle, to have a pack of his own, and to stay where everywhere he looked he was reminded of what he'd done.
The idea grew, taking root and blossoming from the bare branches of a wish to tentative possibilities. The Alpha Pack wouldn't like that he was running, but maybe there was enough left in Beacon Hills to occupy them. Erica and Boyd were long gone, but there was still Scott and Jackson in the area. Derek had approached Scott twice more, trying to tell him about the Alpha Pack, but Scott had avowed that it was Derek's problem. Derek thought that if it really came down to the wire, Scott would help, but Derek wasn't going to sit and wait for Scott to come and save the day. He was done waiting. As for Jackson - well, Jackson hadn't been the slightest bit interested in becoming a member of Derek's pack, and Isaac had reacted rather poorly both to Derek's offer and to Jackson's rejection of them. So, if Derek was going to leave Scott, Jackson, and the Argents to deal with the Alpha Pack, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe they were only getting what they asked for; to be left out of the pack.
When Derek found himself looking over the den and realizing that all of their belongings would fit easily into the Camero, he stood abruptly and walked the length of the train depot before returning to the central area in front of the subway car that acted as their living room.
Isaac, who had been sprawled on his back with his headphones in, sat up at Derek's sudden movement and was watching Derek with a wary expression like he wanted to bolt
"How do you feel about Chicago?" Derek asked, his mind reaching out along the highways he'd taken back to California from New York.
"I've never been," Isaac said, his eyes flickering down to his lap before he cautiously looked back up at Derek. "Never been outside of California."
Derek felt his mouth move into a humorless smirk. "Want to go?"
"What? Now?" Isaac asked. There was an odd look to him, like he thought Derek was just messing around, but at the same time a desperate hope that he was trying to quash before it gained any ground.
"Yeah. There's a few weeks left in summer. We could find an apartment. You could start your junior year somewhere fresh. There are plenty of places outside the city where we wouldn't run into any other packs. No other werewolves. No Hunters. Just two guys," Derek said, and he found the same words that he remembered Laura saying so long ago. "You don't even have to go back to school if you don't want to. You could pass as eighteen."
The hope was starting to take hold, Derek could see it - he could smell it. "Really?" Isaac asked.
"Fifteen minutes to pack up, we'll stop at the grocery store on our way out of town. We could be halfway across the country in two days," Derek offered, knowing that Isaac could hear his heart pounding. "You in?"
Isaac stood. "Let's get the hell out of here."
In reality it only took them five minutes to pack up. Each of them had a duffle bag and a handful of other basic belongings. They loaded up on foods that they could easily eat in the car and when they crossed the border from California into Nevada, Derek felt like he'd been given wings. It was an odd sort of deja vu, a mirror of a memory; driving when it had been Laura driving, a teenager stretched out in the passenger seat and staring at the wide expanse of sky like he'd never seen it before - both of them leaving behind dead families, a broken pack, and the last of what the world had promised them. Derek braced himself to run for a long time to come; in a way, he'd never stopped.