derek hale through the seasons
episode II → second chance at first line, shape shifted, chaos rising
She comes back on a bitterly cold winter’s night, when a rare ice storm causes power lines to snap and recoil and tree branches to crack and plummet to the ground. Later, he’ll wonder if she’s just announcing her arrival.
The power is out, so there’s no external warning, only a vague prickling in the back of his neck that has him spinning around just in time to see her step out of the shadows of his loft and into the weak half moonlight of the window. He growls and starts to extend his claws and –
He tries again, reaches for the shift of his nails and teeth and eyes. They all stay distressingly human as Jennifer’s mouth curves into a small smile. She’s as beautiful as ever, and he hates that he still notices.
“It takes power, Derek. Real power. And you don’t have any right now.”
“What do you want?” he demands, eyes following her while she walks the parameter of the room, one hand lightly trailing along the wall as she goes. He doesn’t know why he’s not surprised to see her alive, except maybe a part of him has always known there would be a reckoning. His past always catches up to him.
“You betrayed me,” she says. There’s no anger there, just a simple statement of fact. “Just like Kali.”
“You used me.” He spits it back as he circles warily, careful to keep her in sight. There’s no point in calling for help. He’s alone. He’s driven anyone away who might once have lived there.
“I loved you. I protected you. And you let my killer walk away free. Because you couldn’t bring yourself to do what needed to be done. As usual. Deep down, Derek, you’re nothing but a coward, aren’t you?” She hops up to sit on a window sill, just out of arms reach. She’s in jeans, and a soft looking Henley, unbuttoned to show the slightest hint of cleavage. She looks like the girl next door, like the woman one aisle over in the grocery store, like the teacher who smiled and blushed as she tripped over her words.
“You slaughtered people. No one asked you for that.”
“Hmm. Says the werewolf with blue eyes.” She holds up her hand and examines it, then looks over her shoulder at the ice that has crystallized heavy on the window panes. “I fought for you. I fought for us all. I did what none of you could. Deucalion murdered far more than my paltry few. Will murder still more. And yet…you let him live. Did you ever stop to think that my vision was once as broad as his?”
He barely gets his mouth open before she forestalls his reply. “But I’m not here to…how did you phrase it? Talk to you like a politician. I think you’ll agree that ship has sailed.”
“Did you come back to kill him?” He hasn’t seen Deucalion since he returned to Beacon Hills, although he’s caught his scent at Deaton’s, and, oddly enough, the Argent’s.
She shrugs, and her smile turns less coquettish, more calculated and cunning. “Eventually. But not tonight. Tonight I just came to give you a present. You can think of it as Christmas come late.”
There’s a crack, and a pop, and the lights flare on. By the time his eyes adjust, she’s gone.
Five minutes pass, where he stares at his phone and tries to decide if he should call Scott, or Chris Argent, or no one at all. Then his screen lights up as a text notification chimes. It’s from a private number, and the only thing it contains is a phone number with an out of state area code, and a video attachment.
When he presses play, he’s immediately confronted with a grinning Erica, who then spins around and takes off down a sandy beach, her feet leaving wet footprints that disappear with the incoming tide. She tackles Boyd from behind, and they go flailing into the ocean, only to reappear sputtering and laughing mere seconds later. The video ends, loops, and starts again. He watches it ten more times, the ache in his chest intensifying with each loop, before he notices the date.
Three days ago.
She comes back on a bitterly cold winter’s night, when a rare ice storm causes power lines to snap and recoil and tree branches to crack and crash to the ground. Later he’ll wonder if she’s just announcing her arrival.❞
- Sneak Peek of a post-3B Dennifer fic I’m brewing)