Derek Hale (iamthealpha) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-01-02 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, derek hale |
Who: Derek Hale versus and Allison Argent
What: Hashing out a difference in opinion. cough.
When: After the news of Allison helping Kate broke
Where: The prison, then out and about
Warnings: LMFAO
It had been a good morning. Prior to Boyd informing them of Allison's and Scott's little field trip, things had been good. Happy, even. The previous night Derek had spent some time with his family before he and Lydia had snuck away to be alone in the house that they had salvaged and made their own, and the year had begun perfectly. His sisters and his mother were alive and well. He had his pack. Lydia was smiling in his arms, and the anxiety that Derek had been feeling burning through his veins for far longer than he would ever admit had gone away long enough for him to savor the fact that he was one lucky bastard. It had been a good morning.
Reality came crashing through, though, and after checking their phones the ride back to the prison had been quiet as he tried to suppress his anger. Because, despite the difficult past that he and his family had with Allison and her family, Derek always tried to be mindful of the fact that she was Lydia's best friend and he refused to put her in the middle of that shitstorm. He could feel his blood boiling in his veins, but in Lydia's presence he had been composed. Eerily quiet, but there had been no outbursts. No growls. No words, or threats towards her best friend, or anything that could give away the clusterfuck of emotions that the news had set off in his head. Once back in the prison he stalked through the halls to make sure everyone was accounted for while trying to push away the rage that he felt fueling him and making his eyes glow a dangerous shade of red, but he still didn't talk. He didn't say anything, until he barreled his way into solitary once everyone was accounted for, and he let out a growl as he paced that was loud enough to rattle the doors of the cells in the room. He could feel the wolf right under his skin, ready to go tear the world apart from how livid he was, and it was a wonder he could find the focus to type on the network. Hell, it was a wonder the phone wasn't smashed to pieces, but after busting the screen and coordinating to meet with Allison, his focus shifted and he stormed out towards the yard.
Ever since arriving to the prison, Derek had been clear on one thing: He wasn't interested in waging a war against Allison, he just wanted to keep his pack safe. Chris had been lumped into that agreement as well and, while Derek was still not interested in hurting either one of them, knowing that Allison had helped Kate felt an awful lot like drawing lines. Was he paranoid in thinking the worst of what Kate could do? Maybe, but to him it wasn't unreasonable. He had already lived through losing his family once, and he wasn't ready to relive the experience. He would never be ready, because he already knew that he would never be able to survive that loss again. Just knowing that Kate was somewhere out there was enough to make that fear of losing them take a hold of him and tug away at his sanity on a regular basis, but this? Knowing that Allison had not only given her supplies, but weapons... No, Derek couldn't understand it. If he was being unreasonable, he didn't fucking care. Chris had said that he wasn't a monster, but what he didn't understand was that Derek had no problem turning into one if it meant keeping his pack safe.
A voice in his head reminded him about Lydia, and that maybe leaving to talk with Allison was a horrible idea because who the fuck knew what was going to happen, but it was for Lydia that he refused to have the conversation in the prison. Scott had made it clear that he didn't want him to talk to Allison, but Derek didn't give a damn about what Scott wanted. Not right now. Not anymore. He remembered what Boyd had said, how his eyes had been glowing red like an alpha's, but that was something else that Derek didn't care about. He could be an alpha all he wanted, but Derek wasn't backing down. They had both done an overly idiotic decision, and as much as Derek hated himself for it, underneath all that anger that was pumping through his veins he felt a sense of betrayal that he couldn't shake away. Because he had been trusting Scott for months now, and despite everything somehow he had managed to start trusting Allison as well, and he hated them for doing this. He hated that they even had to discuss this. And he fucking hated that, despite all his attempts to never put Lydia in the middle of any problems the Hales and the Argents may have, that was exactly what was also happening.
Watching Allison emerge from the prison, Derek felt his walls slam back up as he signed them both out, but he didn't say anything. A part of him wondered if this was a trap, if Allison was going to serve him on a silver platter for Kate, but even if it was it didn't stop him from leaving with her anyway. The walk was silent and tense at first, his anger making his steps louder in his own ears, but he didn't care. He just didn't fucking care; he was too furious to even think.
Once they had put enough distance between themselves and the prison, Derek finally turned to her. He wasn't here to hurt her, but the predator side of the wolf in him was out in full force in a way that only the Argents could ignite. "So what was it that you couldn't say at the prison?"