Let The Waters Still
Post 3x12 drabble, 2789 words.
Derek doesn’t do the whole ‘big goodbyes’ thing. There is a moment of not quite awkward silence between him and Scott after the show down with Jennifer. They both appraise each other, and Derek ducks his head slightly, “I’ve never seen that done before,” is all he says.
Scott let’s out a small puff of air, “I just knew somehow, I knew I could.”
"Because you’re a true alpha," Derek murmurs, and Scott shrugs.
Then Scott has his phone out, pressing it to his ear, and Derek can hear Stiles’ voice down the other end, telling him everyone is OK. Everyone is safe. Asking if they’re OK.
When Scott looks to Derek for confirmation, he finds he doesn’t really have any words. Derek doesn’t know if he’s OK. He doesn’t really know what OK is anymore.
Stiles is asking Scott to come collect them, and Derek hears the faint laughter of everyone on the other end, and only then does he really believe they are indeed all OK. That against the odds they’ve made it out.
They deal with Deucalion together. Derek hopes letting him go is the right decision, he feels it’s what they have to do though. After all they’ve seen; the killing and vengeance killing that has been ripping through Beacon Hills for too long, someone has to break the cycle.
"You coming, or?" Scott asks, tilting his head to look at Derek as they walk away from the warehouse side by side.