It had been less than a week since Cora and Boyd’s little rampage across town and Derek was sure that the youngest Hale was beginning to grow sick of him. His constant presence and watchful gaze wasn’t really helping with the tension that seemed to be mounting in the loft, so on a whim - and the realization that there was little to no food in the pantry for the teens to eat - Derek forced himself to leave Isaac and Cora to their own devices so that he could pick up some dinner. As pathetic as it may sound, leaving his sister alone after so many years of being without her just wasn’t something the alpha was keen on doing. Still, they were teenagers and they needed to eat, so a food run was a necessity.
It didn’t take long at all for him to pick up some take out. There was a particularly good chinese place that he and Isaac frequented just a short drive away so before long, Derek found himself back at the loft and sliding the gate to the old elevator closed as best as he could, given his arms were overtaken by two bags of chinese food. Isaac was easy to buy for, he was fairly predictable in his dining decisions, but Cora… he had no idea what she liked. What kind of brother didn’t know what his little sister liked? Probably the sort that hadn’t seen said sister for the better part of a decade, but it still bothered the alpha that he couldn’t do something as simple as buy her dinner because he knew so little about her.
As the elevator roared to life and began its ascent up to the loft, Derek leaned against the back wall and took in a deep breath, the smell of spice and meat taking over. It was enough to make his mouth water and his stomach grow, and very belatedly, he realized it had been awhile since he had eaten as well. It just didn’t seem all that important lately and he barely had time since the alphas arrived to sit down and have a decent meal. Truth be told, he couldn’t remember the last time he ate something that wasn’t handed to him through a drive thru window. It wasn’t exactly healthy, he knew that, but neither was losing sleep because he was so worried about his pack. There were a lot of things Derek could be doing better for himself, but at the moment, he was far too focused on keeping the remainder of his pack alive to really care about what he was doing to himself.
By the time the elevator came to a stop at his floor, another smell had taken over the small elevator space. It took Derek no time at all to recognize it and as soon as it clicked in his mind, he dropped the bags in his hands and ripped the elevator door open, uncaring of the damage he might do in the process. Not again, he pleaded in his head, unadulterated fear shaking him to his very core. He had only just gotten her back. This couldn’t be happening again. He couldn’t lose another pack, not this way.
Barging into the loft, Derek’s wide eyes darted around the large room before locking onto the spiral staircase leading up to the second level. He wasted little time heading towards it, taking the stairs two at a time before he came upon the small kitchenette that Isaac had convinced him would be a good idea upon moving in. As his eyes found Cora and Isaac standing there, burning pan between them, Derek’s entire body seemed to relax with the realization that he wasn’t going to happen upon a second fire.
His calmness was short lived though and a second later, he marched towards the pair of them and ripped the pan from his beta’s grasp. “Are you two trying to burn the entire building down?" he asked, trying to force his voice to sound angry and gruff, but he was just too shaken from the panic to sound anything like that at the moment. Instead of saying anything else for the time being, he just turned from the pair and headed for the trash can, scraping the remnants of food from the pan. The amount of smoke in the air was making his eyes water and he knew that before long, the stink would just settle in the loft, which was the last thing he wanted.
"Go open a window. Now." Derek demanded, shooting Isaac a stern look before he tossed the pan into the sink none too gently. “Have you two lost your minds? Or do you just enjoy testing my patience?" he growled, voice taking on the tone he had hoped for only moments prior. “You could’ve started a fire. And what then? You’re stuck in here and I have another…" he trailed off, eyes locked onto his sisters, not wanting to go on. It was obvious where his train of thought was headed. And I have another family to bury. It hung in the air, made him uncomfortable enough that he had to tear his eyes away from Cora and turn back to the sink, busying himself with cleaning the pan.
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