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"Derek Hale, I'm gonna kill you."
The man blinked, sitting up from the moth eaten and burnt couch in his family's home. Not exactly the warm welcome he'd expected now that he was out of the slammer. "Hello to you too."
Jenny rolled her eyes, shutting his door with loud thud and making her way into the living room with a scowl on her face as she slapped the side of his head before falling down to sit beside him, tossing the lunch she'd brought carelessly into his lap. "You get arrested and you don't even call me? By the way, you didn't tell me you buried your sister as a wolf, which is super cool, sorry my niece and her dumbass friends desecrated it. Also sorry they got you arrested. Eat, you mangy mutt. I made that with love."
Derek smiled, bemused by her and opened the sack lunch she'd made for him. A BLT by the looks of it, and some homemade fries. While she struggled with new fangled technology, she did great with kitchenware; she had said on multiple occasions that she loved to cook. It gave her hands something to do. "You hardly noticed I was gone."
"On the contrary, burden o' mine." She argued, reaching into the bag to take a fry. "After the first hour of you not responding, I knew something was up."
"You make me food and then you steal it."
"Shut the fuck up."
Derek chuckled and pulled out the ziplocked sandwich, taking half and putting the rest back into the bag. "How'd tryouts go?"
"I made the team, a flier and they're gonna let me try out for captain so we'll find out next week if I get it or not." She answered, leaning her head back against the couch. Jenny closed her eyes, feeling starved. For something more than just fries. She knew something was bound to happen sooner or later, no matter how hard she tried to shove it out of her head.
"Nice job."
"Thanks."
The two sat in silence for a while, Derek happily eating his lunch and Jenny resting beside him. Right now she should be in school, but she convinced Neil she didn't feel good and snuck off to Derek's instead. She'd rather be with him than anywhere in the world.
Derek was her person, in this terrible new world. His advice had been far more helpful than that of her brother's, who she'd been avoiding and she knew she'd have to stop. She knew she couldn't keep running, it never got her anywhere. Just dead.
"What's going on?" He asked her gently, finishing off the sandwich.
"It's nothing." She waved him off, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Was it nothing? Was that feeling of being lost and foreign, nothing? Was she truly nothing? She didn't belong here, it was wrong of her to thrust herself back into this world, disrupting her family's peace; forcing them to relive all the trauma and pain they'd experienced at her death. She'd put too much on them, she shouldn't be here—
