spamalot } { of older brothers and aconite spaghetti sauce

[littlebitscary]

Derek: [coming home late, glad for once for the car. He's got his glasses on, laptop case slung over his shoulder and he's really ready to just grab something quick to eat from the fridge and crash in bed before going back to the school. Now that he had his own classes as well as the TA work, he was barely functional during the week. He was just thankful that it was Thursday because Friday was a light day and he could recover. As he walked in, though, and heard the voices from the living room, he had a feeling he wasn't going to get to just crash] Hello? I'm home.

Fiona: Living room! [and sitting on the couch is his girlfriend with a dark haired man who appraised Derek the moment he walks through the door. He's dressed well, as most people in the house are, and is drinking a glass of scotch as he sits with his sister] I got a surprise brother for Columbus Day.

Cormac: Or some shit. [he gives Derek a once over before pushing to his feet and extending a hand] Cormac O'Malley. You must be Derek.

Derek: Guilty. Nice to meet you, Cormac the surprise brother. [he takes Cormac's hand and shakes it] Sorry I wasn't home sooner. Tonight was my Mythology in the American Culture lecture and we got into a good debate about Bigfoot.

Cormac: Sorry I missed it. Color me jealous. [though his tone may indicate that it's not what he's jealous about and Fiona kicks him in the shin. He flashes his sister a grin, before moving to sit back down on the couch again] Think you can join us non-academics for a drink, or are you just stopping by to say hello?

Derek: I have a morning freshman class to help teach... [he looked up towards the bedroom staircase] But I need to at least eat something. I haven't had food since lunch.

Cormac: Dinner! I can do dinner. [he pushes up again, before making his way to the kitchen] You're not allergic to anything, are you?

Fiona: [sighs before getting up and nodding to the kitchen]

Derek: Just wolfsbane. [smirks]

Cormac: Well, damn. Guess that means I'm not making my pasta with aconite spaghetti sauce. [he's kidding. probably]

Derek: Sorry if I ruined your dinner plans. Let me just... run upstairs and get out of these clothes.

Cormac: [nods as he goes to look in the fridge and Fiona kicks him in the shin] I swear to God, if you do that one more fucking time ...

Fiona: Well, don't be such a little shit and I won't have to.

Derek: Must be the little brother. [because this was him and Laura] I'll be back. [and he's off upstairs to change into his sweats and a t-shirt]

Fiona: [nope, actually, Fiona's the baby, but Cormac has the maturity of a twelve year-old. All the same, when he comes back down there's a pan simmering on the stove and Cormac is chopping vegetables while he and Fiona chat]

Derek: [is barefoot and slides into the room quietly, taking a seat at the table and not disturbing them. He crosses his arms and rests his head on them, and his eyes drift closed]

Cormac: [notices him about ten minutes later when he glances over her shoulder and nods her head in that direction]

Fiona: [turns around and sighs slightly, before making her way closer and resting her hand on top of his head] Hey, honey. If you want to go sleep you can.

Derek: [groans and turns his head to look up at her] If I don't eat, I'm not going to sleep well.

Fiona: [gives a bit of a sympathetic pout, before pressing a kiss to his forehead]

Cormac: Grub's almost up. Don't worry, I won't keep you.

Derek: [smiles, then sits back up, yawning] Sorry I'm not better company. Thursdays are my bad day.

Cormac: Preaching to the choir. The only reason I'm half as good company as I am is because I was on a plane for most of today.

Derek: Well legend has it that you have personality in spades that you'll probably be entertaining when you're dead.

Cormac: [laughs] Is that what they say about me? I think I should be fucking touched.

Derek: Just some of what I've heard. The rest tends to be colorful.

Cormac: So what lies has my sister been telling you about me?

Derek: Only the good kind.

Cormac: Then you shouldn't believe jack shit.

Derek: [looks up at Fiona] Looks like your brother is calling you a dirty liar.

Fiona: [she rolls her eyes] Well, it's not my fault I have to make up crap to not make my family seem like a total psycho.

Derek: You know, it's nice coming from the normal family...

Fiona: Why do you think I appreciate them so much?

Derek: Make sure you tell Mom that next week when we fly home for her birthday.

Fiona: Done.

Cormac: [and he's serving up plates in front of each of them] Bon Appetit.

Derek: [sniffs] What is it?

Cormac: Balsamic-glazed filet mignon. Thank God for Nik being a total carnivore.

Derek: [well, it smelt divine to the hungry wolf, that was for sure] Thanks. [which was about the last he was going to say as he all but devoured his meal]

Fiona: [smirks a bit as she digs into her own, taking a bite and chewing] Seriously, his cooking is the only thing he's good for.

Derek: It's a good thing you didn't decide to stay with me for my cooking.

Cormac: [and there's that once over again] Oh, I'm sure you have other things you're good for.

Fiona: [kicks him in the shin under the table.]

Cormac: Goddamnit why do you keep doing that.

Fiona: Stop almost hitting on my boyfriend. I know how you operate.

Derek: Don't worry, Fi. You got nothing to worry about. [grins at Cormac, more awake now] He may cook a good meal to try and tempt me, but I don't really play that kind of ball.

Fiona: Oh, I know. But it won't stop him from trying.

Cormac: [his hands fall to the side as he grins] I can't help it if I see something I like.

Derek: Sadly, everything I like your sister got in the gene pool.

Cormac: That actually is not the first time I've heard that.

Fiona: [epic eye roll] God, do you ever stop.

Cormac: [grins] Nope.

Derek: Probably will be the last though, if I have anything to say on the matter. [possessive wolf boyfriend]

Cormac: [eyebrow raise as he takes another bite of his steak] Is that so?

Derek: I don't plan on losing her anytime soon. I may work late hours, but I'm pretty sure I make her happy enough for her to forgive me for that.

Fiona: [smiles a bit as she nods] More than enough.

Cormac: Well, you better keep that up. Because if you hurt her, I don't care how pretty you are. I'll fucking kill you. [not literally but he says it without even flinching.]

Derek: Seriously? I'm pretty sure if I hurt her - she's going to fuckin’ kill me. You won't even get the chance.

Cormac: I'm her older brother. It's an obligatory older brother threat. Trust me, it's the last bit of normalcy you'll get from this family in that respect.

Derek: Understood. I've made the same threat to both my older and younger sister's boyfriends. Mostly because I'm the only brother they have.

Cormac: [smirks a bit, though it's not totally amused] Wait till you meet Kieran.

Derek: [blinks] I thought Cormac was the one I was supposed to be worried about... [to Fiona]

Fiona: Cormac is ... more in your face. Kieran is ... special.

Cormac: Kieran is unconventional.

Derek: You know, I’m kinda glad I started meeting your siblings with Leah first...

Fiona: [she laughs] Well, it could be worse. You could have had all four of them at once.

Derek: Considering the how and why I met Leah... yeah, you're right. Could have been much worse.

Cormac: [shakes his head] Yeah, that was a giant fucking mess. But hey. At least she was alive.

Derek: [looks at Fiona] She's the one who got off easy.

Cormac: Yes, well, we didn't know that at the time. Leah's imagination goes places - she was jumping from ignoring her phone to eviscerated in the middle of nowhere.

Derek: [chuckles] Well, I can't blame her for that. I'd have been worried too.

Fiona: [she sighs] It's what I get for being the baby of the family.

Derek: [reaches under the table and rubs her leg] Try being the only boy.

Cormac: How many sisters?

Derek: Two, plus a cousin who may as well be my little sister's twin for how close our family is.

Cormac: [considers and gives a bit of a shrug] They anything like this one? [jerks his thumb towards Fiona]

Derek: You do realize I look at my sisters completely differently than how I look at Fiona, right?

Cormac: [there's a bit of a look] In terms of personality. But, alright, fine, are they all giant pains in the ass who can't keep themselves out of trouble?

Derek: [thinks for a moment because, no he's probably that member of the family.... um....] No, not really.

Cormac: [gives a bit of a shrug] I could have handled that.

Fiona: I really think Kieran would be the better person to ask this question to. You're practically a girl anyway.

Cormac: I think I had a nightmare like that once. I was a lesbian. It was ... weird.

Fiona: [just ... shakes her head]

Derek: You'd make a pretty girl. [smirks, finishing his meal]

Cormac: Obviously. [smirks back, before finishing his own and gathering up the plates] It's the being attracted to breasts part that's throwing me.

Derek: Well, I happen to be very attracted to breasts. One day over beer we can discuss it. [grins]

Cormac: [laughs as he heads to the sink] I'm going to let you go sleep before this conversation goes places we may regret later.

Derek: [shrugs, looking at Fiona with a "him I can handle" look] Shall we?

Fiona: [nods as she gets to her feet] We shall.

Derek: [standing up] Nice meeting you, Cormac. Tomorrow night I'll be more lucid company, I promise.

Cormac: [waves a hand as he starts to run the water to get it hot] Don't even worry about it. Sleep well.

Fiona: [takes his hand and tugs him gently towards the stairs to go upstairs]

Derek: [and no, pretty much changing and faceplanting into his pillow]

Fiona: [yep she figured. She'll just change as well, before climbing into bed and snuggling in next to him]