ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She stopped looking out the rest of the way, thinking hard. She wondered if she was doing the wrong thing, dragging someone else into her problem — but he was a wolf! Surely he could take care of himself? And she was so tired of running.

When he turned the car off, she startled a little before shaking her head and climbing out, one hand braced on the side of the car. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around, and she glanced up the facade of the building, confused. Did he live here alone, just him in this huge building? That might explain why he said not to worry about repayment. He just didn’t strike her as a loner type.

Derek walked around the car to offer his arm, going to help her into the complex, seeing her staring at it. “You alright?” he asked, locking the car behind them and getting them inside and to the elevator quickly. 

Summer linked her arm through his, turning her face into his shoulder for a moment before nodding. She managed to scribble, bracing the paper against the wall of the elevator, ‘there’s no one else here?’ Before she could show it to him, the elevator slid open to reveal a huge metal door. 

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She blew out a breath, hanging her head a little. Even if she could use them, there weren’t enough words in the world for how much she hated being this helpless. She inspected the protein bar at close range, then ate it, and another one, and drank most of the water. She wasn’t really paying any attention to the world going by the car, except once, as they were waiting at a stoplight.

Idly letting her mind range out, she brushed against the hunter. She jerked up to look out the window, eyes a little wild, pulling her mind back. But — she was with Derek. She was safe, right? He would protect her? She turned away from the window, locking her hands around the water bottle. And then the light changed, and they moved on.

Derek only glanced at her a couple of times to make sure she was eating, and thankfully she was. When she jerked in her seat, Derek turned to her again, a question on his face. He didn’t see anything, couldn’t smell anything in the car though that didn’t mean there was something outside of it he supposed. No matter, he just kept going when she didn’t turn to him or try to convey anything with the paper and pen he’d stuck in the car. He did speed up however, wanting to get to the loft sooner rather than later. 

She stopped looking out the rest of the way, thinking hard. She wondered if she was doing the wrong thing, dragging someone else into her problem — but he was a wolf! Surely he could take care of himself? And she was /so/ tired of running.

When he turned the car off, she startled a little before shaking her head and climbing out, one hand braced on the side of the car. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around, and she glanced up the facade of the building, confused. Did he live here alone, just him in this huge building? That might explain why he said not to worry about repayment. He just didn’t strike her as a loner type.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

The speed of his reaction surprised her; he’d been so cautious before. She turned the protein bars over in her hands, not confused by them, but just thinking. Thinking about the way she’d turned to fit herself in the car, and the way her hands had automatically reached for the seatbelt. Putting the bars down, she tried to twist the bottle’s cap off, but her hands were shaking too much. She bared her teeth at it, frustrated.

Derek saw her struggling with the bottle and the bared teeth. He was a wolf, bared teeth weren’t a good sign. As gently as he could, he laid one hand over hers on the plastic, the other gently sliding the bottle from her grip. “Don’t get frustrated. It’s alright.” He twisted the cap off and placed it back in her hand. “I’m here to help, I’m going to help.” He slipped one of the bars from her lap and peeled the wrapper open, placing it back on her thigh and then stepping back to close the door without another word. He walked around the front and slid in, buckling and starting the car. 

She blew out a breath, hanging her head a little. Even if she could use them, there weren’t enough words in the world for how much she hated being this helpless. She inspected the protein bar at close range, then ate it, and another one, and drank most of the water. She wasn’t really paying any attention to the world going by the car, except once, as they were waiting at a stoplight.

Idly letting her mind range out, she brushed against the hunter. She jerked up to look out the window, eyes a little wild, pulling her mind back. But — she was with Derek. She was safe, right? He would protect her? She turned away from the window, locking her hands around the water bottle. And then the light changed, and they moved on.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Her stomach growled again, and she ducked her head and huffed. ‘before,’ she wrote, giving him a sheepish look. Another wave of dizziness swept over her, and she held still, waiting for it to pass and hoping she wouldn’t pass out.

Derek nodded and stepped up to her. “I’m going to pick you up again,” he said after seeing her sway. He didn’t give her much time to respond before he gently wrapped an arm around her upper back and then scooped her carefully up behind her knees, cradling her to his chest and carrying her outside and to his car swiftly, careful not to jostle her. Sitting her in the front seat, he left the door open and went to the trunk to rummage for something, bringing back a couple of protein bars and a bottle of water and handing them over. “It isn’t a lot right now, but it will get something healthy in you and help you not feel so dizzy until I can make you proper food at the loft.”

The speed of his reaction surprised her; he’d been so cautious before. She turned the protein bars over in her hands, not confused by them, but just thinking. Thinking about the way she’d turned to fit herself in the car, and the way her hands had automatically reached for the seatbelt. Putting the bars down, she tried to twist the bottle’s cap off, but her hands were shaking too much. She bared her teeth at it, frustrated.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She held the pen over the paper for a long time, wrestling with herself. She’d /asked/ for help. He was offering help. There was nothing wrong with accepting it. It was just so hard to persuade herself of that. Her stomach growled audibly, even as she started to write, and her hand shook a little. ‘if I could borrow some clothes, maybe I could have a shower?’

Derek of course heard her stomach growl and then read the paper. “Of course. Well, this isn’t the best place, but I have a loft in town also, and we can go there. Would you like food before or after you shower?” She seemed to struggle with asking so he took the option away this time, knowing she needed to eat. 

Her stomach growled again, and she ducked her head and huffed. ‘before,’ she wrote, giving him a sheepish look. Another wave of dizziness swept over her, and she held still, waiting for it to pass and hoping she wouldn’t pass out.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She stopped short, standing very still, at the question. Her mouth opened, as if she would say something if she could, and then closed. Then she jerked the hood over her head again. hiding from him. How could she do this? She needed /everything/, and she hated it. Her hands shook a little as she wrote, ‘I can’t repay you for anything. I have nothing.’

Derek was confused at her reaction to the question, wondering what he’d said wrong. When he read the reply though, he shrugged. “That isn’t a question. Don’t concern yourself with that at a time like this. Now, what do we need to do?”

She held the pen over the paper for a long time, wrestling with herself. She’d /asked/ for help. He was offering help. There was nothing wrong with accepting it. It was just so hard to persuade herself of that. Her stomach growled audibly, even as she started to write, and her hand shook a little. ‘if I could borrow some clothes, maybe I could have a shower?’