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As they arrive in Texas, Murdoc gets his apartment together. He had put down money to reserve a two bedroom, but now with Macgyver, he wasn’t sure if he should look at more room. It’s easy enough in the front office to ask about a larger apartment, and by chance, there is a larger one available as well. Murdoc swaps apartments in case he wants a home office later. Fittingly his apartment is 2118, and Murdoc chuckles as he unlocks the door.

“Alright boys, the furniture’s set to arrive later, but we’ll need to order a guest bed for Angus.” Murdoc says, leading the way into the apartment.

“Guest bed?” Angus asks.

Murdoc sighs, and bites back a cutting remark. “I thought we covered this at the hotel, boy scout. This ‘relationship’ is still waaaay far away from move in territory, way far away from cozying up. Even if you did remember me, we wouldn’t be sharing a bed.” Macgyver’s eyes search for something on Murdoc’s face. His face heats under the extended gaze. “I thought you’d appreciate the space.” Cassian seems to have melted away, heading to check out his room no doubt. It’s just Murdoc and Macgyver in the empty living area, and Macgyver’s still staring intensely.

“Would you like a tour? I’ll have to guess, but this is a living room. Where you do not dieing.” Murdoc thinks he hears Macgyver exhale and stifle a laugh. He picks a direction and walks. “Ah, yes, here is the kitchen where the knives live.” The oven burners look a little dingy, but it’s to be expected. “If you follow me this way you’ll find...” Murdoc trails off as he throws open a door. “The Master Bedroom!” It’s large enough that Murdoc guesses it to be the Master on initial look. "Where you Master.... yourself." Murdoc says, and he sees a glimmer of heat in Macgyver's cheeks. "Now we'll have to go see which room Cassian's decided is his and which one is yours. Then I might go on an Ikea run to get your set up ready while we wait for the movers."

They moved back into the hallway and found Cassian unpacking his backpack into the closet of one of the bedrooms. "This one's mine dad, okay?" Cassian asked ducking hid head cautiously.

"Of course kiddo!" It looks like it's probably the larger of the two smaller bedrooms but that's fine. Macgyver's just a temporary guest. "Can you and Macgyver wait here for the movers and I'll go get a bed for Macgyver ordered?" Cassian nods and cracks a smile.

"But only if you get pizza too!"

"Deal bud. Alright Cassian you're mostly in charge. Since Macgyver has a brain injury maybe." Macgyver smiles. "But if the movers beat me here Macgyver's in charge because they'll need an adult." Cassian rolls his eyes.

"Okay, you got ro your new life, but then what?"

"What so you mean?" Murdoc asked.

"Well obviously something happened to make you change your mind. Something to make you call us."

"Yesterday... I... we...." he trailed off again and Murdoc struggled to keep his face as masked as he typically had. "You can ask Angus when you get here."

It had been a long day at work, but it had gone well. He'd made sure that Macgyver had plenty to keep him occupied. He had free reign of Murdoc’s library, and the television was set up with anything the boy scout would need. Cassian had arrived home before Murdoc. There was laughter ringing through the apartment when Murdoc arrived. He followed the sounds, and the smells after opening the front door, to the kitchen. Macgyver had some sort of sauce going with chicken in it. Cassian was draining some pasta and both are laughing even as Murdoc entered. 

"Dad!" Cassian's face was full of joy. Murdoc's never seen his son this happy. "Macgyver is telling me about this game where you're a Goose!" 

“Oh?” Murdoc asks the pair of them. “Why would you want to be a goose?” Macgyver placed a hand on the small of Murdocs back as he crossed in front of him to get the pasta out of the sink in front of Murdoc. Murdoc tried not to stiffen but he’s not used to casual touches like this. Not anymore.

“So you can cause problems for the people in this town. And so you can Honk!” Macgyver had already returned to dinner preparations, putting the pasta into the sauce from the colander, but Murdoc felt where his hand had been moments before.

“I’m going to go get washed up for dinner. I’ll be right back.” Murdoc told them. He walked to his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He flexed his hands reflexively trying to release some of the tensions of the day. He removed his leather gloves, and placed them on his night stand. As he began lifting his shirt over his head the door opened with a brief knock.

“Hey it’s about done so-” Macgyver paused after he saw Murdoc pulling off his shirt.

“Yeah, I know, I’m just getting cleaned up first.” Macgyver’s face is bewildered. “Sometimes I like taking my work clothes off before dinner.”

“You have a lot of scars.”

“Yeah, I get in a lot of fights.” Macgyver walked into the room cautiously. “What’re you doing?” His hand was raised and he reached out to touch one of the scars. His fingers were strangely soft and warm on Murdoc’s skin.

“A lot of fights?” Macgyver asked as he took in all of Murdoc. His hand is still tracing the scar from an arms smuggler’s blade as his mouth comes crashing into Murdoc’s. Murdoc freezes. While Murdoc’s done plenty of bad things in his life he’d never kidnapped and brainwashed a civilian like this. His hands went to Macgyver’s waist, but before he decided  to pull him in or push him away Macgyver pulled away himself. “Sorry I’ll let you get ready for dinner.” He left, and shut the door behind himself.

Before he got dressed Murdoc screamed into a pillow. "You can't keep him, you know that." He said quietly to himself. "Let's just rip the bandaid off and send him home."

The Overboard AU I’ve been struggling to write!

I’m putting out the first bit for now. Unfinished as of now.

I’m a terrible writer so… but this is mostly based on the classic episode “Strictly Business” but instead of all that silly, Oh I’m Macgyver~ business… why not just say hey, that dude’s my boyfriend? Let me take him home? But also, Modern Macgyver means Murdoc has a child. So… Overboard it is.

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#macgyver 2016 #angus macgyver #dennis murdoc #macdoc

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I’ll finish that while I’m on maternity leave

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The Overboard AU I’ve been struggling to write!

I’m putting out the first bit for now. Unfinished as of now.

I’m a terrible writer so... but this is mostly based on the classic episode “Strictly Business” but instead of all that silly, Oh I’m Macgyver~ business... why not just say hey, that dude’s my boyfriend? Let me take him home? But also, Modern Macgyver means Murdoc has a child. So... Overboard it is.

Macgyver’s disappearance has been weighing heavily on his friends. It had been a long week of investigating what happened after his car crashed, but the leads have dried up. While Matty checks in with the overnight agents in charge, a phone call comes in on the line normally reserved for Macgyver or other field agents. Matty connects, hoping to see Macgyver’s face, but feels disappointment at the actual respondent. “You.”

“Me.” Murdoc says. “Before you go any further, I am sending you my location. Please, please come get Macgyver. He’s completely fine... just amnesiac.”

“What’s the catch, Murdoc?”

“I’d like to not be arrested? Cassian and I will be relocating while you come pick up the boy scout.”

“So why give him back now?” As Matty asks this, Murdoc looks flustered, and he turns away from the camera for a moment.

“This might come as a bit of a shock, but Cassian might have told Macgyver that he’s my special friend.”

 “Alright Kiddo, we need to get out of here.” He tells Cassian in the back seat. Accelerating he heads towards his intended destination wondering about how long it will take to get there when he hears his son pipe up.

“What about your friend?” Murdoc’s clench up on the steering wheel, and the gloves slide a little as his fingers dig in. Of course his son would remember Macgyver from saving him from their little trip to South America.

“There’ll be an ambulance soon, Cassian. He should be fine.” Murdoc knows that’s not going to stop his son’s line of questioning.

“Dad, he could be hurt.” Murdoc groans at how his son’s words play at his heart strings. This was after all, someone who considers Murdoc a nuisance, or maybe even a nemesis. “We should go back and check on him dad.” Murdoc knew this would not be the end of it, and he should at least make sure the accident hadn’t started a fire. Slowing his car down, Murdoc pulls a u-turn to position himself closer to the accident. As they approach the accident, Macgyver has already freed himself and is standing at the side of the road.

“See, he’s fine.” Murdoc says before feeling unsettled as Macgyver begins to wave his arms at them. He rolls down his window, and he gets the surprise of a lifetime as Macgyver starts talking.

“Hey, you’ve got to help me. My car is wrecked and I think I hit my head.”

“Oh Angus, have you forgotten me? I’m hurt.” Angus gives Murdoc a long and thorough look through the open window. After looking for oncoming traffic, he crosses to Murdoc’s window, and Murdoc spots a bright cut over his eyebrow and cheekbone. “You have, haven’t you?”

“Who are you?” asks Macgyver. As Murdoc considers his options, Cassian pipes up.

“This is my dad, Murdoc, and I think he’s your boyfriend.” Murdoc chokes on his saliva for a moment, as Murdoc tries to figure out how his son drew this conclusion. It’s not accurate to his relationship, but he lets his son continue. “He says you’re his special friend, and that you go on adventures together.” Well, that is accurate, Murdoc thinks.

“Special friend?” Matty asks.

“Boyfrienddddd....” Murdoc whispers while turning flush. Matty laughs.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I thought he’d remember sooner, or want to talk to you lot, much earlier. But here we are, and he’s...” Murdoc trails off in the video call, and Matty sees him gaze off camera. “Anyway, he decided he wanted to come with us.”

“Were we going somewhere together?” Angus asks.

“You were following us.” Murdoc states. Technically true. “I’m headed to a new job out of state. I think you were upset that I was leaving.” Escaping a prison.

“Why don’t you come with us?” Cassian asks. “At least into the next city. I’ll let you ride up front with my dad.”

Angus joins them in the car. “You call me Murdoc, but my first name is Dennis. Your name is Angus Macgyver.” Murdoc sees some recognition in Macgyver’s eyes. “Let's get you to a doctor, boy scout.” Angus looks disapproving of this nickname. “Oh good, you seem to have some sense of yourself.” Murdoc once again pulls a u-turn to head in their intended route.

“Hey dad?”

“Yeah kiddo?”

“I’d be really happy if Macgyver came to live with us. He was so nice in Columbia. You know, with Mommy.” Murdoc feels his hands clench the steering wheel tightly as he navigates the mountainous hills.

“Well, that’s up to Mr. Macgyver.” Murdoc clenches his teeth, just knowing what’s coming next.

“I mean, as long as the doctors say I can, sure.”

“I was hoping the doctors would want to run a CT scan or I could leave him for observation, but no luck. We were on our way. Then I stopped for the night, but... you didn’t come for us.” Murdoc explains over the video call. 

The next city’s doctors rubber stamp Macgyver as good to go. They note that spending time with close friends and loved ones can help jar memories loose, but warned not to overdo memory lane.

With nothing but open road ahead of them, Murdoc rents a hotel room for the three of them. “Let’s get you to bed before our long drive.”

“Sounds good Dennis.” The hotel room is very dated, thanks to the small town nature. Murdoc sets up his side of the room, realizing shortly that Macgyver needs toiletries as well as additional clothes.

“Alright, you two put on a movie or something. I’m going to get some supplies and dinner.” Murdoc noted concern in Cassian’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Macgyver will keep you safe. But he needs pajamas.” Cassian smiles, turns on the television and thinks nothing of it. “Call me if you need anything.”

Murdoc returns with clothing relatively close to Macgyver’s size. He also brings burgers and milkshakes. It’s an easy way to make his son happy, and Murdoc’s glad that it works. Macgyver seems happy with his new assortment of flannel shirts, nerd shirts, pajamas, and toothbrush. As they eat, Murdoc tries to piece together the movie on the small television set. It’s utterly terrible but Cassian and Macgyver seem to be enjoying it. Murdoc pulls the chair in the room over between the two beds to watch the television. The music swells as the heroes triumph, and the lead characters turn to each other and kiss. Unexpectedly, Cassian does not seem to mind. “Hey bud, when did you move past the girls and kissing are icky phase?”

“After I got to see you, Mommy, and Macgyver on that trip. Macgyver worked so hard to get me. Mom just left.” Cassian said. 

“Mommy had to go on a business trip kiddo.”

“Dad, I’m not a little kid. I know what you and mom do. I know what Macgyver does. I know Mom’s going to be gone forever.” Cassian didn’t seem to be as sad as Murdoc thinks he should be.

“Cassian, I’d still keep an eye out for Mom. She’s always a surprise if nothing else.” Murdoc spared a slight glance to see Macgyver’s expression, but he was not looking towards Murdoc and his son, but towards the window. Outside appears to have police lights. “Shi---, Macgyver you’re fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine. The cops probably aren’t here for us.”

“Why would they be here for us?” Macgyver asks.

“We forgot to tell his friends he’s okay!” Cassian says with sudden clarity.

“Oh. Right. We’ll call in the morning. Time for bed sport.” Cassian frowns, but heads off to get ready for bed. Macgyver is at the window peeking through the curtains. “What are they up to out there?”

“Busting some dude and a pretty lady.” The wheels turn in Murdoc’s head a little faster than Macgyver’s bruised one. He’s clicked on the sketchy hotel and pretty lady as Macgyver closes the blinds and says “Oh.” Murdoc stands up and puts the chair back in the corner of the room. Macgyver moves away from the window and towards the things Murdoc bought for him. He pulls out the pajamas and turns to Murdoc. “Am I a night showerer, or a morning showerer?” Murdoc’s at a bit of a loss.

“Nighttime I think. We’re not cohabitating so your guess is as good as mine.” Macgyver frowns, and gets his things ready for a shower. Cassian returns, ready for bed, and Macgyver goes to use the bathroom. “Do you need a bedtime story?” Cassian laughs.

“Not really dad.” Cassian climbs into one of the beds. “What are you going to do when we get there?”

“That will depend on Macgyver and if he starts to remember. I don’t think we can keep him forever.” The water for the shower comes on, so Murdoc flips to the news stations for a quick check to see if he’s been blown. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be a manhunt in progress for any of the three of them, likely because Phoenix didn’t want anyone trying to stop Murdoc thmself. As Macgyver returns, Murdoc turns off the tv and presses a quick kiss to Cassian’s forehead as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Night Cassian.”

“Hey dad, instead of a bedtime story, can I have a you and Macgyver story?”

“Cassian’s going to be pissed when he figures out what I’ve done.”

“Why?” Matty asks.

“He really does think Macgyver’s my boyfriend, and I’m not entirely sure why. Also he likes this school. And my non murder job.”

“Your what?”

“My job that’s completely murder free. It’d be legal, except I’m using a false identity. While I’m really good at the murder, I wanted something more stable for my son.” Murdoc shugs, and Matty’s mildly impressed. “It just felt like a good move for now, after removing myself from that prison.”

“Sure, we’ll fight over that later. Why do you think Macgyver stayed?”

“Anything specific?” Murdoc asks.

“How did you first meet?” Cassian asks.

“Well, I was working at a museum. Angus was also at the museum working, and sparks flew.” He looks to see Macgyver blush slightly.

“Sparks flew? For real?” Cassian asks.

“Oh, he definitely made sure of that. Then he couldn’t stop following me.” Cassian frowns. “He made me rockets from wine bottles later. He’s quite fun at parties. But as things go, Macgyver definitely came out ahead that time. Only one of us got his job done, but I definitely found something I hadn’t before.”

“What?” Asks Macgyver this time.

“Love. Just kidding,” Murdoc sees Macgyver roll his eyes. “ I found someone interesting, and new. People tend to bore me. Not you kiddo, and definitely not Handsome.”

“We had some early roadbumps. Things that had you known we were together, probably would have signalled our location.”

“Like what, what’d we miss?” asks Matty.

“Did the gas station attendant not report the attempted robbery?”

At the first sign of needing gas, Murdoc feels a little worry in the back of his mind that this will be when Phoenix storms in and takes him back. He puts the thought away, and gives Macgyver and Cassian a twenty to spend on snacks. Murdoc stands pumping gas by himself, looking for operatives, and wary of everything going on. After his tank is full, he moves his car to the station parking and heads in to see what’s taking them so long.

As he opens the front door, Murdoc sees the issue. As the cashier moves at a leisurely pace, a man in front of the cashier holds a firearm in such a way that implies a robbery, but also that he’s not skilled at using firearms. Macgyver and Cassian appear aware of the situation but standing far enough away that Murdoc feels comfortable stepping into the store. “Greetings, it seems like this is your first rodeo.” The gunman immediately swings his gaze and weapon towards Murdoc. “Well that’s just unkind, I was going to give you some professional tips, man to man.” Murdoc gestures, and lets his weight rest from foot to foot. “But you’re holding up my roadtrip, and I’ve got places to be, people to see.” Murdoc winks at Macgyver in the back of the store. The gunman starts to swivel, and Murdoc quickly disarms him. “So, if you could call the authorities and turn in this weapon for me, that’d be great.” He tells the clerk placing the gun on the counter. “Safety’s on, so you should be okay placing that somewhere out of reach. And you mister, shame on you for being so bad at this.” Murdoc still has one hand on the man, who tries to swing a punch. Blocking the punch, Murdoc returns the favor and lands a good one against his head. He settles down and Murdoc releases him. “Boy scout, come pay for your snacks, and lets get going.”

There’s a look of disbelief on Macgyver’s face, and then he and Cassian come forward with their snacks. Cassian even grabbed Murdoc’s favorite roadtrip beverage. “Do you call me boy scout a lot?” Macgyver asks, placing everything on the counter. Murdoc thinks for a moment.

“Somewhat I’d say. Did that kick something loose?” Murdoc asks as the cashier rings in everything. Macgyver shakes his head.

“Not really a memory, but a feeling.” Murdoc feels something warm bloom low in his gut. “I’m not sure what kind of a feeling, but it felt familiar.” Macgyver pays for everything, and they’re on their way again. 

“I’m glad your body remembers me at least, if not your brain.” Murdoc says as they’re on the highway. “Your guts didn’t forget what we have.”

“I guess not, Dennis.” Macgyver says, and he leans a bit and pats Murdoc’s knee warmly. Murdoc tries not to focus on the hand on his leg, but it feels so right, but also so impossibly warm. After a moment Macgyver returns his hand back to resting on his own leg, and Murdoc definitely feels a loss that he will ignore for the rest of his life.

“The one foiled by some creepy dude in leather gloves was you?” Murdoc notes a hint of incredulity in her voice.

“Yes. He was holding the line up, and I sent the boys in to get snacks. Very rude.”

#fanfiction #macgyver 2016 #macdoc #dennis murdoc #angus macgyver #unfinished #unbetad as I'm the woooorst

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Ladies Man coda

You’re sitting in the driver’s seat of a car that’s larger than life. It’s almost a representation of the American dream. It usually makes you feel strong behind the wheel. But you feel small after what happened in the house. Tiny and broken, you begin to sob in the car.

You’ve let down the dream of new roots in this country, by your inactions and actions. That note.

You let the tears flow, letting yourself be loud in the car with your partner. His arm is behind you on the bench seat, sending reassurance, but feeling it there makes you lose it. What you want to do now is swing down and lay across the bench seat. You want him to hold your head in his lap as you sob.

And that’s not buddies.

Buddies is what you are, and what you must stay.

You can still feel the cheek she pressed a kiss to, and it reminds you of the stories in Sunday School. You wonder if she has marked you for the Romans. Her words were of forgiveness, and you wonder how she could forgive such a man, one who nearly led to her death.

This is the first time you’ve tried to talk to her before an execution. You wonder what's changed, but the hand behind you is all the answer you need. Fraser. He’s new, he’s changed you, and you’re glad. Mostly glad anyway, those not quite buddies feelings will dissipate. You’re sure they’ll fade away soon, as long as you’re not trapped in a sinking ship again.

#due south #fanfiction #one sided ray k x fraser #second person #sorry if that's inconvenient #everyone is ray k and ray k is everyone #262 words

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#due south for bl #art to make me want to write my au #which no one wants #because major character death #mmm #character death

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...I don't.. what am I doing, HAPPY CANADA DAY

He’s wearing another man’s name. Ray can feel it etched upon his skin, every inch of it covered in Vecchio’s name. It matters to him, hearing the name roll off his partner’s tongue. It starts off well. “This is my partner Ray,” but then it ends up reminding him that Fraser’s thoughts are with another man. It’s the most painful when he sees the way his sister looks at him sometimes. Like she’s hungry, and doesn’t care that he’s supposed to be her brother. All she can see is flesh, a maleness that might be more easily swayed than the stalwart, upstanding Mountie. The Mountie who fell for one of his assignments, buried in snow, awaiting death. A man so moved by the experiences that he nearly let her go. He nearly followed her again after she framed him for robbery. But in a split second, the man whose name Ray bears shot the Mountie.

  It’s strange to think, that he has that on his record now. Discharge of a weapon and injuring a fellow officer. His partner. The man who had saved him on occasions, and who he risked his life for. Ray knows that man, every part of that man is honest, and yet he would rather leave with a woman who would ruin him than stay with the man Ray is supposed to be.

  He knows it’s wrong to think of those two. That it makes him feel an itch, one he doesn’t scratch. It was difficult for Fraser to adjust to this new partnership. He’d been so close to Vecchio. Ray wonders how close, and the thought of Fraser’s lips pressed to his, pressed to Vecchio’s flashed in his mind. Something stirs, low in his stomach, he’s not sure if it’s jealousy or desire. It burns in his gut for a few moments and he feels it soar, definitely desire, tinged with shame.

  A hand comes to his face, it traces his lips, where Fraser’s forced his open. Where he could almost feel the tip of Fraser’s tongue. A finger dips into his mouth, and he dabs his tongue against it, trying to think of all the times he saw Fraser lick something, pink tongue swirling. His other hand is suddenly on his belt, struggling to get it open, to get it free from his pants.

  He feels his breath come in halting gasps, as  he slips one hand under his pants and past his boxers, feeling the heat there. His damp finger slides across his length and he leans his head back against his chair. The other hand struggles with his button, the fly, and is pushing all of it down as he tries to access himself better. A groan passes his lips as his hand is freed from his boxers, and another as the phone rings behind him. He gives a lazy parting stroke, before pressing the phone to his ear. “Vecchio.” It feels wrong on his tongue, weighed down by lies.

  “Ray.” Damn, it had to be him of all people. “Ray, you seemed tense when we parted, and I wanted to make sure that we were okay... Ray are you there?”

  “I’m here Benny. We’re... okay.” There’s a long pause on the other end of the line.

  “You don’t call me that. Are you sure we’re in good standing?” Ray chuckles to himself, looking down to the growing evidence of their good standing.

  “I guess I was trying to live up to my namesake... Fraser, don’t read into it too much.” He can almost hear him frowning over the phone line. It’s obscene, how much part of him likes imagining those lips turned downwards. “Is that all Fraser?” A pressing need to feel, to touch, even as he still speaks to him is nearly overwhelming, but that is crossing a line he doesn’t want to brush past. His hand sits on his upper thigh, just close enough.

  “Ray. You are your own man. You can do what you want to do, be what you want to be. Love how you want to love.” Benton’s voice breaks off from speaking and Ray can feel his breathing becoming difficult.

  “I, I can’t Fraser. I wish you would understand that.” He doesn’t know, he can’t know how Ray feels. “I’m Vecchio.”

  “I understand.” His voice sounds far away, and disappointed. “Kowa---”

  “No. You can’t.” They can’t say his name, not now, not over something as easy to overhear as a phone line. He scrubs at his eyes with his free hand before setting it on his lap, forgetting momentarily what he had been doing before. His thumb brushes against the base of his shaft, and he makes a noise of contentment into the phoneline.

  “Ray?” He feels heady, hearing Fraser’s voice like that. “Ray are you alright?”

  “Fine. Are we done?” His need is growing stronger, and he knows he will succumb to it soon.

  “I guess we are. Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” Ray sets the phone back behind him, letting his hand grasp the base of his erection before giving a few pumps.

  “Gods Fraser.” He mutters to himself, head back, legs apart, as he tries to make himself feel whole again. Ray wants to wash the traces of Vecchio’s name off of himself, rid himself of a name that doesn’t fit. Rid himself of a family that isn’t his. To be reborn in his own body with the right name.

  Later he comes with a gentle sigh, taking in the the feeling of being himself again, he hears something behind him. A dialtone comes from the phone, not properly cradled, and he truly hopes that Fraser hung up a long time ago.

#fanfiction #due south for bl #fraser x kowalski for bl

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Drive (Who's gonna drive you home tonight?)

Post 3x23

You can't go on, thinkin, nothin's wrong Who's gonna drive you home tonight Who's gonna pick you up, when you fall

He was moments behind Argent, but they were there too late, Derek could smell it on the wind. There was so much blood, too much for the person he feared it came from. As soon as Argent was close enough to the fight to see what was happening, Derek smells the pain radiating off the man.

Allison. She had led them to find Lydia, a girl who didn't want to be found, and now Allison had paid the price with her life. Derek pushes forward, to catch up with Argent, and so he can see the scene for himself. It’s utter chaos, the way the nogitsune likes it, and Derek doesn't know where to turn. Stiles and Lydia are shockingly absent. Scott is clutching Allison to his chest, her body limp and lifeless. There is even more blood than Derek expected, pooling around her. There’s no sign of the nogitsune or whatever caused the damage, so Derek relaxes slightly, going for his cell phone. Sheriff, Allison... Derek doesn't know what to say. He needs to tell the sheriff. She’s dead, and as human as she is, there isn’t any way to change that. There’s a very unexplainable stabwound in her stomach, and Derek’s afraid they’ll all be pulled into this, but there’s no other way to explain this.

Sheriff, Allison is dead. We’re at Oak Creek.

Chris is kneeling next to Scott after Derek sends the message. One of the man’s hands is tangled in her long hair, and there are tears in his eyes. Isaac is still healing, fallen on his knees and his blood drips slowly. Derek can tell he wants to go to Allison, but is still too weak to move there. The air hangs thickly, there’s no sounds to move through them, except the painful sobs, choked back to stay in the mouths of those who make them. He moves to Allison, slowly noticing the Yukimura women in the back, shocked still, and places a hand on Scott and Chris.

After several long moments, Derek sighs. He needs to tell them. “I’ve let the Sheriff know. He’ll think of something to say.” Chris nods, and leans into Derek’s arm, resting his head against it. 

There’s a blur of activity after that. Stiles and Lydia emerge from their place, seemingly fine. While Lydia looks entirely fine, Stiles is shaky on his feet. Sheriff’s men show up, and they blame the stabbing on the swordsman that Agent McCall had reported. Parrish seems surprised by that, but keeps his mouth shut. When the workers have taken her body away, and Chris was still kneeling, Derek pulls him to his feet. “You’ll catch cold on the ground all night. You need to go home.”

“I don’t have a home, I have an empty apartment.” Derek nods, understanding the reluctance. He tugs at the man, trying to lead him away from the chaos, away from the pain. Chris stumbles after him easily, and they head back to where Chris had parked. He fishes for the keys in his pocket, but he gives them to Derek. “I. I’m not sure if I’m okay. Can you drive me home?” His voice is so old in that moment, aching and pained. Derek just nods, he knows the way to get him home. He slides into the driver’s seat, and starts the engine. The car springs to life, and Derek taps the radio off. What Chris doesn’t need at this moment, is one song, emotionally linked forever to the death of his daughter, Derek still can’t listen to half a dozen songs because of the emotions they bring up about the fire.

It’s a quiet drive, but Derek prefers the quiet. At the building, Derek hands the keys back to Chris, and gets out of the car. He turns to leave, but something makes him stay. Chris sits in the car, fiddling with the keys, and Derek moves to the other side of the car. He pulls the door open with a gentle click, and waits for Chris to move. The other main remains, still buckled in the car, looking down at the keys in his hand. “Chris...” His voice is surprisingly raw to his own ears. “You need to go in."

Chris hands him the keys. “I need you... I need you to shut her door? If it’s open. I just can’t tonight.” He fiddles with his seat belt. “Can you do that for me?” Finally freed from the belt, he stands, getting out of the car, and moving into Derek’s space. Derek nods dumbly, not knowing what to say. “I’ll head up with you.”

The elevator is quiet, and Derek can count the heartbeats. 1-2. 1-2. 1-2. He feels his heart trying to synchronize with the heartbeat he hears from the other side of the elevator car. But then the gears are grinding, and they’re there.

Derek does more than shutting her door. He finds her homework neglected on the table, and he puts it on her desk. Two coats, and three pairs of shoes are scattered around the living area, and he moves them to her room. Smelling the room, he finds no more anchored pockets of her in the main area, and shuts her bedroom door. When he gets Chris, the other man has more tears caught up in his eyes. Derek ushers him in, and takes him to Chris’s bedroom as quickly as he can. He turns and starts to leave when he hears a whisper, too quiet for a human to hear.

“Stay.” Derek’s not sure what the other man means by that, and stays where he is by the door. He can hear Chris moving, and the sound of clothing. Eventually it stops, and Derek turns. Chris is in a pair of sleep pants, and a different shirt. “Stay.” It’s louder this time, but not by much. Derek nods, willing to stay and check on him. No one else would tonight. There’s a chair in the corner, so Derek takes it. Blankets shift as Chris slides into bed, and when Derek looks back up, Chris has one side of the blankets folded down, welcoming him.

Oh. Oh. Derek stares at the man in front of him. “Stay.” Chris repeats again, before turning onto his side, facing towards the side he left ready. Weighing everything in his mind, Derek toes off his shoes. He’d been hurt by Argents before, but he knew this one wasn’t going to, and just needed someone beside him. Sliding out of his jeans is a little tougher without being ridiculous about his movements, but he folds them before padding over to the bed.

"Is this okay?” Derek asks, still concerned. Chris nods slowly.

“As okay as I can be right now.” He finds his courage at those words, and slides in next to the man, facing him. It’s weird for a few moments, and Chris turns away, but takes one of Derek’s arms, and slides it around his waist, holding Derek’s hand to his stomach. It feels oddly natural, they’re far enough away not to touch otherwise, but there’s contact there, like what he might do if he could take away this pain. This is a pain he cannot take, and if he could, it wouldn’t do much good. Grieving must go on, or you turn into Peter. His thumb twitches at the thought of Peter, and it smooths over the warm cotton under it. No more thinking of his uncle, not now.

In the morning light, Derek props himself up on one hand so he can look at Chris better. The other man is still asleep, but he knows he’s close to the surface. He still looks troubled, even in his sleep. His other arm is still draped over Chris, his hand settled somewhere on his chest. If it’s the only time Derek’s going to be able to wake up next to him, Derek figures it’s not that bad of a morning.

Not compared to the night that led to it.

Chris moves now, stretching himself out, and turning himself onto his back. “Hi.” Derek says. Blinking slowly, Chris turns his head towards Derek.

“Hey.” He’s silent in thought for a moment. “Thank you for last night.” He flashes the smallest of smiles. “Even if we’re not friends, I’m glad you would do this for me.”

Derek frowns. “If we’re not friends, and we’re not enemies, what are we?” Chris doesn’t answer with words, his eyes flit away from Derek’s. Slowly, he leans up into Derek’s space, stopping his lips a few breaths away from Derek.

"Is this okay?” Chris asks.

Derek closes the distance for quick kiss. “As okay as it can be right now.”

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