Angel Flares

Ch 6: Racy Arguments

Stiles awoke with a start, blinking his eyes open he turned to see Derek slip out of bed, "Where you going?" he asked around a mouthful of dead animals dying on his tongue.

Derek leaned down and kissed his forehead, it was turning out to be one of his favorite places to be kissed, "Just going for a run, be back soon", he promised, "Go back to sleep", he murmured as Stiles had all but already drifted half way off.

As Derek reached his bedroom door, he called out, "Be Safe, don't get kidnapped again, Der", he whispered and promptly conked out completely missing Derek's tender expression.

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Laughing amused he couldn't help going back and tucking Stiles back into bed and kissing his cheek, "I love you", he whispered to the sleeping, dead-to-the-world, human in his bed.

Running had never been about exercise for Derek. Waking up at the crack of dawn and being dragged out of their New York apartment by Laura, had been what started this daily excursion into helluva torture.

Derek slept late, due to his studies and Laura fell asleep like a clockwork mouse. Where Laura was precise and calculated, he was lazy and a procrastinator. Laura woke up at four every damn day, and dragged his ass out to jog around Central Park. Which was about as awkward as annoying as ironic since The Park opened at five in the effing morning. After the fire though, he'd let her pull him along, on bad days he'd jog beside her slowly, on good days, he'd whine and grump, and snipe verbally till she laughed and dragged him to a diner in the corner of 54 th which served the most amazing burgers, the memory practically made him salivate.

Before that though, she'd drag him to the tallest building in New York, and climb it like King-Kong and they'd watch the sunrise over the city. 

They were never normal, and they weren't going to act normal ever, it had been the most freeing part of his day, except when he'd end up late for School and Laura would cackle as he cursed and ran like a crazy person, to get ready.

Now in Beacon Hills; Derek ran to remember his sister, collect his thoughts and breathe the morning air.

His sister was a special kind of crazy. 

Pausing at the end of the street he cringed as he realized something, a lot of Stiles' nuances were dead similar to Laura...

"Oh God!"

"They say talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity".

Derek looked up and blinked at Parrish, who dressed similarly to him was also out on a morning jog.

"I was-I just realized something", he shuddered and then huffed almost amused at the similarity, but he turned to face Parrish then. The deputy looked like he wanted to ask something.

"We never got a chance to ask yesterday because you'd left to go find Stiles, but that painting will you let it out, I mean—would you—you know I'm sorry this is none of my business", Parrish looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly.

Derek straightened up and with a head tilt began jogging, Parrish followed him a beat later, they ran in tandem, not following a particular circuit, just running.

Sixty minutes and then some of the feeling in his muscles protested despite only running, Derek had hated running, he was never going to tell anyone that. Weight Sets, yoga and floor exercises he had no problem doing, put him on a treadmill or ask him to go for a jog and he'd cringe and dodge you like the plague. Eventually he stopped and noted amused as Parrish over took him and then jog back, Derek slid down and stared at the morning sky, they'd reached the edge of Beacon Hills' lookout point.