Jack's Room, 33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

After he got back to the island, Jack spent most of the day Saturday parked in front of intentionally bad TV. It was easier not to think about what had happened in Beacon Hills if he was staring at Kardashian Kleavage. He went to bed early, fell into a dreamless sleep.

Sunday had promised more of the same until he checked his school email and realized his midterms were during the coming week. He groaned and turned on his laptop. Werewolf angst could wait: Right now, he had to pull a half-decent paper on the Bayeaux tapestry together if he had any hope of passing the last class for his major.

[OOC: Open to visits, calls, etc.]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek manfully ignoring the sniff, only turning slightly red under all that stubble. "I have to go back to Beacon Hills to cut my uncle in half."

Aw yeah, rip that band-aid right off.

[bitten_notshy]

"I thought he burned up."

Tactful!

[justlurkinghere]

"And I slit his throat." Which was a thing that had happened. "Stiles said he comes back."

Like a bad pair of socks.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack made a face. "How is there even enough of him left?" he asked, then sighed. "...I should know not to ask things like that."

Because of course the man who had been comatose for six years, had his throat slit, and then burned to ashes, would be up and walking around later. Naturally.

[justlurkinghere]

"Peter was always clever," Derek said with a sigh, putting down the coffees to take a seat. "Whatever my mother knew, he knew. Laura wasn't done learning it all when everything happened."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack reached over and took his cup, look of thoughtful concern not leaving his face.

"Are you sure you want to cut him in half?"

Other than the crazy killer werewolf part, Peter sounded like a useful person to have around. And he was, after all, Derek's only living family.

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes." Knowing how some of the things went, he'd rather do this without a psychotic family member lurking around. "I can't trust someone who lured my sister to her death."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack nodded slowly. If Peter had gotten his sister killed, he might have made the exact same choice.

"Do you want me to come along?"

He wasn't sure he wanted to. But he felt he should offer.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek looked like he wanted to say yes to that, but shook his head. "I'll do it."

[bitten_notshy]

"But you don't want to," Jack observed, and then had a brief internal war. This wasn't his job, but --

"You should at least bring someone, if the police still want you."

[justlurkinghere]

"I need to get it worked out anyway," Derek said, shrugging it off as he grabbed his coffee once again.

[bitten_notshy]

"You do," Jack nodded, watching Derek for just a moment. "How are you feeling? I'm all healed up, thank God."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm fine." Ahahahahaha. "Control isn't as good as it was before."

[bitten_notshy]

"You're stronger than you were before," said Jack, who knew Derek wasn't fine but would let him get away with the lie. "Might just be a matter of time."

[justlurkinghere]

"I--offered the bite to Stiles." In a creepy fashion. "He said no."

Obviously.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack eyed him. "You knew he would, right?"

Werewolf abilities were a gift. Of course they were a gift. But Jack still mourned his humanity.

[justlurkinghere]

"I knew he turned down Peter." Which was for good reason. "He said he'd still be my pack as a human."

[bitten_notshy]

"Of course" Jack said. "He's yours. What else is he going to do?"

Yeah, this was vampire courtesan stuff leaking in again.

[justlurkinghere]

Yes he was, but that wasn't right. That wasn't how he should think of it. "He can choose to leave," Derek said, examining the bottom of his coffee cup. "You can choose to leave. I'm not--I wouldn't force anyone."

[bitten_notshy]

"I didn't think he was being forced, and I know I'm not," Jack protested, then dropped his eyes. "I'm sorry. I think this is a bit different for vampires. Sebastien -- you know how you talk about the bite being a gift? That was how we felt, being with him."

Because his canon was creepy issues central.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek frowned at that one. "With him?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Oh." Jack had maybe forgotten that Derek didn't explicitly know this. He went a bit pink. "I gave him blood, up until --"

He gestured vaguely. Until werewolf.

"It's what they do in my world instead of killing. Drinking from the willing."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded slowly at that.

"You mentioned someone like Kate..."

[bitten_notshy]

"Irina," Jack said. "Though Kate was much worse. Irina didn't care if she hurt me, but she wasn't trying to hurt me. She'd lost her vampire and used me to get to mine. Very bad etiquette in those circles, and very stupid of me not to put it together."

He sipped some more coffee, averting his eyes. "The ironic part is, Sebastien kept telling me no until after Irina got to me. So I suppose she did a favor."

[justlurkinghere]

And Derek was going to give him that 'I don't understand' look for this.