canon au } { post-314: more bad than good

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[So Derek and Peter have gotten themselves kidnapped by hunters, and after which they were rescued by Dawn and her Slayer squad. Once that is done and they retrieved Talia’s claws, they shoo Peter off to get medical attention so that Dawn can give Derek some TLC.]

Peter: But I have a flesh wound!

Dawn: Go see a doctor. Goodbye.

Peter: Maybe I'll go see your sister.

Dawn: I'd get your finger fixed first.

Peter: What, she wouldn't help me reattach it?

Dawn: Goodbye, Peter. [annnnd door closing. And locking. she is done with you.]

Derek: [chuckles] He's more hurt than he's putting on, you know.

Dawn: And Buffy will get him patched up. Right now, I'm not worried about him. [she takes a few steps closer, taking his hand to pull him closer.] I'm worried about you.

Derek: I'm fine. [he totally isn't, but he's Derek and too proud] You know you were pretty badass out there.

Dawn: [she knows that, but she won't push him beyond the contact] See? Told you I could take care of myself.

Derek: I will never doubt that again

Dawn: [she smiles, before leaning in to kiss him] Good.

Derek: [kisses her back] My own pint size personal hero.

Dawn: [she hums softly. She won't even pout at him calling her pint-sized. She'll just brush a hand against his face, before pulling him towards the bedroom.] Come on. You should get some rest.

Derek: I may end up sleeping for a week, you realize.

Dawn: That's okay. You were held hostage and electrocuted for God only knows how long. You can sleep as long as you like.

Derek: And after that, I'm going to eat an entire steakhouse.

Dawn: [she laughs] It'll be my treat.

Derek: You're going to spoil me.

Dawn: Am I? I'm pretty sure this is standard post-rescue procedure.

Derek: [smiles, then tries to stifle a yawn]

Dawn: [she sighs, before nudging him slowly towards the bedroom] C'mon. Sleep.

Derek: [he makes it to the bed. And then literally goes facedown into the bed. And doesn't move. Because he is out like a light so his body can heal properly]

Dawn: [she smiles a bit at that, before grabbing her phone and sliding onto the bed next to him, sitting with her back against the headboard. She will manage her Slayers through text and stay there for a while, just to be close]

Derek: [and he won't move for about a day until instinct slowly makes himself curl up in a little puppy ball near her.]

Dawn: [She shifts when he does, he hand moving over to brush through his hair, just out of idle comfort more than anything else]

Derek: [he sleeps through the next few days, barely even stirring when Dawn moves around and glaring when she tries to wake him for food. But eventually he wakes up and takes the food that Dawn has prepared for him and devours it.]

Dawn: Good boy.

Derek: [learned not to eat and talk at the same time]

Dawn: [probably for the best]

Derek: [finishes] You find anything?

Dawn: Find anything on what? [she was multitasking a couple different things, including Scott asking her to research Bardo stuff which was ... understandably more important]

Derek: The thing we found. [because what does he call it really?]

Dawn: Oh. ... No. But that may be mostly because I was sidetracked. Scott called and he, Stiles and Allison have been having some crazy side effects from their Dance with the Nematon.

Derek: [narrows his eyes, then rolls to reach for his cell phone... and it isn't there]

Dawn: [that's because she wanted him to sleep just as much as she wanted him to eat. She picks it up from her side of the bed and hands it over] He's fine. There was a thing with a werecoyote and something that he was calling "Bardo" which ... from what I've read might not be wrong. [doesn't necessarily mean it's over, either, but for now, Scott and crew is fine.]

Derek: I've heard about the coyote, but what's a Bardo?

Dawn: It's not an "a." In some eastern religions it's the space between life and death. Deaton explained it to them as the nematon opening a door in their minds - kind of like letting the darkness out.

Derek: Okay...

Dawn: I don't know. I'm still researching but the stuff Scott was describing to me was not pretty. Stiles couldn't tell the difference between awake and dreaming ... [she hesitates] ... Allison was hallucinating Kate. [and she carries on] But they seem to have rode out the first wave, at least.

Derek: [licks his lips] I should go back and help them.

Dawn: Not until you're hundred percent.

Derek: If they're in trouble, they need me. I promise I won't do more than what I can, but I'm mostly healed.

Dawn: Mostly is not completely, and you're not an alpha anymore. Until you're better, you can Skype. [she takes a breath] Scott's the alpha now. He's got this, and you don't want to jump into this if you feel like you have to hold back. [an exhale] Besides. Stiles told me that his dad's case closure rate is coming into question and that Scott's dad is going through all of the sheriff's unsolveds which happens to include a certain case where you were the prime suspect for a while.

Derek: But was cleared from.

Dawn: But it still wasn't solved. Apparently Scott's dad is a jackass. Don't give him a reason to move that one to the top of the pile quite yet.

Derek: I will keep to my loft and the shadows, Dawn. I'm good at stalking those kids.

Dawn: [and she's just going to ... stare at him because really? That's the argument you're going to go with.]

Derek: [he's been asleep for 3 days, Dawn. Give him a break?]

Dawn: [she sighs] Call Scott first, see if he actually needs you.

Derek: [looks at his missed text messages, then holds it out to her. There is one 4 days old with scott wanting him to call ASAP]

Dawn: That, I think, was the werecoyote.

Derek: [nods, and just goes to call Scott]

Scott: [answers almost immediately when he sees the caller ID] Dude, are you okay?

Derek: I'm fine now that I've had some rest. Dawn filled me in on what's been going on with you. Are you guys okay?

Scott: Yeah, we're good. Isaac got caught in a coyote trap but he healed from that pretty quickly. [a beat] ... It's a ... long story.

Derek: Aren't they always long stories. I was thinking more about this Bardo issue.

Scott: Oh. That. ... [he huffs a bit of a breath] I was having some ... performance issues. But it's fine now. More of a mind over matter kind of thing.

Derek: I would have called, you know. I was just tied up at the moment.

Scott: I heard. Dawn filled me in.

Derek: I can come down that way if you guys think I can help.

Scott: No, I think we're good for right now. I'll keep you in the loop though. [there's a beat] Do you need help?

Derek: [looks over at Dawn] I think I have all the help I need at the moment, but if I do, I'll call.

Scott: Okay. [a beat] Could you ... not tell Peter? About the Bardo stuff? ["being like Peter" has been a concern that's come up lately, and he doesn't want Peter taking advantage of his crazy]

Derek: ... sure. [doesn't like the sound in Scott's voice] Just, let me know if you find yourself needing me, alright?

Scott: Trust me. If I do, I'll call. [as evidenced by ... all the missed calls and texts he got while he was out cold]

Derek: Keep yourself safe, alright.

Scott: You too.

Derek: [ends call and rubs at his eyes] Those kids are going to be the death of me.

Dawn: [she smirks a bit] He's only been an alpha for what? A month? Give him a little room to grow into it.

Derek: Doesn't mean I can't worry.

Dawn: I know.