"Uh, well, truth is, I'm here because I put my foster family, all of them, into comas.", he said, shedding a few tears in the process. "Never knew my real parents, though I don't want to know them right now.", he said. "I wish I could figure out a way to sit down without this being any worse.", he said, trying to desperately change the subject before he looked at her. "Can you go get me a glass of water?", he asked her.

"I mean, if you don't want to get it, I can go get it myself, and surely get caught.", he said, reminding her that he was drugged and less aware about the world around him. He started for the door, before he turned around and gave her puppy eyes. He was a natural, in more ways than she would guess. Opening his mouth, he said, "Can you please go get water for me, I really need it.", he said, ignoring the footsteps he heard in the hall, ignoring them as a door closed.

"But I supose you probably want to know why Mrs. Figgs is a--", he stopped himself as he could hear a key going into a door. Drek quickly hide the sweatpants and got a blanket from underneath the bed and hid under it. He faked ever standing up as Mrs. Figgs walked in. She seemed to shake her head when she looked at Haydee, and glared down at the seemingly asleep but sweaty Derek. "He's not trying anything, is he?", she asked her. Soon the cascade of questions would launch. "Did he take some Tylenol? Has he broke his last warning about being in his shorts?", she seemed to parade about the room, making sure everything was fine.

All that could be heard from Derek was wheezy growls and snarls, almost like breathing. He turned his head so Haydee could see. Puppy eyes on, he was begging for her to lie about how he was dressed. Please, he thought.

"Uh," was all she could really get out before she heard the door to her room being unlocked. So much for any sorts of privacy, she told herself, head raising a bit to see Mrs.Figgs from earlier. Her heart jumped a bit into her throat, knowing well they'd both get into trouble for the way Derek was dressed. They would be sure to think something was going on, especially with some of Rift's medical records.

Besides saving her own hide, she really wanted t ask Derek some more questions, and so lying was completely fine. "Mrs. Figgs, I hadn't heard you, you startled me a bit," Rift said to start conversation as the antsy woman walked around her room. It irritated Rift a bit, shooting the woman a snarl when her back was turned which quickly returned to a soft neutral face when she faced her once more.

"No, Derek's been doing nothing wrong. He was still feeling a bit ill, so he took another Tylenol then laid down on the floor. He fell asleep pretty quickly too," Rift lied overly convincingly. "No, he's not in his shorts, just as you told him," Rift said, a little more twisting words than an actual lie that time. Rift watched the woman's every movement and began to hum, tapping her knee. Figgs was going to be a pain around here, she could already tell.

"Okay then.", Figgs said as she took one last look at Derek. "If he tries anything, I'm just down the hall, so wake me up if you need me.", she said as she left.


Derek listened to the clicking of her shoes. when she was gone, he had already locked the door. "Hey, thanks, I can't really afford to get in trouble while dressed like this in this situation, and Figgs never helps any situation.", he said trying to smile. But he couldn't. "I feel bad about what I did, but my foster family just, I was like a bomb that went off, then all of them, comas.", he said. Now he really seemed to sweat more.

"Look, I really need that water, and chances are you won't be yelled at for getting water because your new. Worst situation is that Mrs. Figgs comes here while your gone.", he said, voice raspy from the lack of water. He pulled out the eyes again.

"There's really no need..." Rift said, looking down at Dek's puppy eyes. "I'll go get the water, just tell me how to get to the kitchen," she said, still looking down with a surprising lack of sympathy in her eyes. In fact, at the moment they were rather cold and calculated, as though she were thinking through the entire situation and its possibilities as fully as possible.

Rift shifted to dangle her feet off the edge of the bed, jerking them back up as soon as they reached the air beneath the bed. Instead, she used her arms to propel her forward a bit so that she was standing a foot or two away from the bed. She walked around to her nightstand, picking up the key and walking to stand next to the door. "Directions?"

Her eyes are killer, he thought as he instantly stopped the look. He always felt the look was needed, an added measure he'd get his water. But now, was was to scared to even be in the room with her. "Uh, it's just downstairs, or, even easier.", he said, grabbing a thermos that was under the bed, "You could lend me your thermos and just fill it up at the washroom down the hall.", he suggested.



If Haydee left to get water, something would happen.

She smiled down at him, her entire expression suddenly changing. "I didn't even know I had a thermos in here," she said, reaching down and taking it from him. "Be right back, don't go wandering oh pant-less wonder," she joked, turning back to the door and quickly exiting.

She locked the door behind her, just as an added measure he'd have time to react in case Figg showed up again. She stuck the small piece of leather partially in her mouth, biting down onto it with her front teeth and began to hum and tap lightly on the plastic thermos as she walked down the hall. She saw a trickle of light under one of the doorways, and upon reaching it was reassured. The washroom.

She went in, walking over to the oddly sterile looking sink. She was used to pubic restrooms where it always smelled of urine and the walls wee stained yellow from smoking students. She shrugged off the hospital-like atmosphere, turning the handle to get the water running. She held her index under the tap until it ran ice cold, then began to fill the bottle. She shut off the tap, still humming with her keyring in mouth, recapping the bottle.

She made her way back down the hall, but felt something odd in her bones. Her humming stopped as did her walking. She paused in the hall, eyes darting either way. It was rather dark, and she began to feel panicked. Her heart thumped in her chest as she forced herself to keep moving, silently now and with an increasing pace. She made her way into a full on sprint, removing the key from her mouth as she ran, frantically pushing it into the keyhole and turning. She quickly swept into the room, turning and slamming the door shut, relocking it before she even saw what had happened while she was gone.

Derek had been foolish. He'd opened the door after Haydee left, only to be smashed by what. He didn't know. He was certain his nose, or maybe the back of his head, was bleeding. It sickenned him as the blonde cried, holding Derek's head in his lap. Derek was breathing, but hurt.

The blonde kept his eyes on Derek. "What have I done now? I'm surely gonna be removed.... Why didn't I listen to Gwen and Bernadette? Even Derek told me he wasn't gay.", he said, seemingly to cry of Derek. He then noticed Haydee come in.

He looked at her, realising he had spoke those things out loud. "You can have him.", he said, obviously bi-polar as he stormed out of the room and quietly went downstairs.

"Ha--Haydee...", he moaned out in pain. Derek seemed off. Not just that, because of the blood and brick, but because his shorts lay on Haydee's bed. Derek was shrunk under the blanket in fear.

Rift was thrown back a bit, stepping to the side as the crazy blonde exited the room. She slowly turned to the door, relocking it once more. So...crazy blonde kid has a thing for Derek, she told herself, somewhat grasping the situation. She turned back to Derek and her bed, groaning a bit.

She walked over to Dek, kneeling down to him. She brushed his hair out of his face, an almost human like gesture...until she started tilting his head slowly to one side then the next. Seemed she was actually more interested in where in particular he was bleeding from...She sighed a bit, popping open the lid to the water. "Now I'm gonna have blood stains in the carpet. That shit never comes out," she grumbled, lifting his head and pouring some of the cold water down onto him, washing away a bi of the blood.

"So," she said, grabbing a pillow and setting it under his head before searching for something to chew on. "What exactly happened here, I mean. Did he get you?" she almost giggled at it, but withheld as she went about the room. A popsicle stick, pencil, ANYTHING to chew on, but they'd taken such things away from her. She groaned, walking over and sitting on the bed, crossing her feet at her ankles and bouncing them a bit.

The cold water opened his eyes. His deep breathing seemed to give him afterthoughts of opening the door. The sickingly sweet memory came back. The blonde forced Derek onto his back, then down came something heavy. "Uh, I don't think so.", Derek said, sitting up before feeling the black and carpet rub up against his skin. "Quick, look away.", he said sheepishly as he grabbed his shorts from her bed, and dropped the blanket.

He put the shorts on as fast as he could. "Don't worry about the carpet, your a girl, they'll simply think you spilled nail polish, so if you have any, I suggest you spill more.", he said jokingly. Then he realised she giggled when she asked about him getting well, raped. "Oh god, you'd just love that, wouldn't you!?", he asked is somewhat surprise.

"I'm changing the subject now, and can I have the water?", he said. His eyes puppy looked again. "So, why are you, in here, you dont' seem too crazy.", he stated.

Rift obligingly looked away as he fetched his shorts and made himself 'decent'. She then turned around with the most offended face she could muster up at his rape comment. "I would not!" she huffed out. "I just find the thought that the boy is so into you amusing is all," she stated calmly, unhooking her feet and bringing them up to the frame of the bed.

"Crazy? Well, crazy is a hard to define word. They called me many things along the way. Disturbed was one of their favorites." Rift stood, walking over and holding out the hand with the water bottle in it. "My parents said they couldn't handle me. Between nearly burning down the house, and all the hospital bills. They didn't really care anyway," she said callously as she set the bottle down then stood right in front of him.

"See, I have issues that are often well hidden. Yet...they flare up, and can cause mayhem and a disturbance in the peace. I almost bit a kid's finger off last year," she added to the end as though it were just another interesting fact of life. "So, a coma. How does that happen?" she asked, hopping back onto the bed, bouncing a couple times before the springs came to rest.

He uttered an apoligy. He seemed to back off as if he was offended by her reaction. "Sorry, but I kinda think your cute.", he growled out quietly.

"A coma I guess it's just too much head damage, I was told none of them would recover, and you know what, I got to meet you.", he said in a much nicer tone of voice. "I don't really understand much about it.", he stated, holding his head. "Yeah, I do feel bad about what you've been labeled as, but so you know, I don't see you as crazy, your just....normal.", he said, holding back any anger he had to lash out at the caretakers.

"Since you've been so nice, you can ask anything from me, and I'll do it, except doing you.", he managed to joke out. Well, if she really likes me, this will judge, he thought. "I'll answer any questions honestly, and do any action, except sex, as good as I can, I mean, it's not like either of us plan on sleeping tonight.", he said. He ran a hand through his hair, sticky and greasy from a combination of sweat and blood.

He then took the thermos and opened it. After several seconds of gulping, he was finished with the water.

Rift blushed a bit at his oddly placed comment. It was a bit abrupt, and only further encouraged Rift's err...habits. She nodded slowly listening to him speak. Head damage? Did he mean mental stress, or actual physical trauma? She wasn't overly sure, though the second might send up a bit of a red flag. Nah, the nurses wouldn't have allowed him in her room if he'd been so aggressive, right?

"Th...thanks..." she muttered out, sitting on her hands before rocking back onto her bed. She listened to his offer and thought it through carefully. It was funny he specified that sex was the only thing he wouldn't do, but to each their own she figured.

Eventually, a grin spread across her face, and she rose to her hands and knees once more. She smirked at Dek, wagging her butt back and forth a bit. "Anything huh? Well, too bad I don't have the materials for such a thing," she laughed. It wasn't a laugh where one would just laugh along, more or less make them take a second thought about what they offered.

She watched him finish off the water, then blew some of the hair from her eyes. "So, Derek. What is it that you would want to do in this situation?" she asked, her eyes gleaming a bit. From the angle she was at, many scars could be seen on her forearms and biceps, along with a couple on her chest. She reached back, pulling out the ponytail and letting her long white hair drape down, across her back and over her shoulders.

Maybe I'd be better off not knowing, he thought, eyes running across her body. Even if the room was dark, he'd be able to have seen them. Scars. along her biceps, forearms, and a few dotting her chest. He'd say nothing about it.

"Wait, it's my choice now?!", he asked with slight surprise. He looked at her with lust in his green eyes, and seemed to almost grin. "Well, what I'd want to do in this situation, probably get a kiss.", he annouced sheepishly as he blushed slightly. He still felt the sweat. "Okay, maybe my choice could've been opening a window, but it's your choice because your the first person here that's nice besides Gwen.", he spat out truthfully.

"But it's your choice, almost anything.", he reminded her. "You could, make me take my shorts off.", he muttered out with a bit of fear. Fear that Mrs. Figgs would enter. He sat there, somewhat impatient, half of him wishing he hadn't of struck sex off the list. Because as much as he wanted it, he wouldn't dare. He stood up.

He seemed to feel bad. "Sorry if I'm making it difficult, it's just....I--I--", he cut himself after two pauses of not being able to say it, he stopped trying. Instead, he walked over to the bed, dropping to his knees. He was tall enough, that he could lay his head in front of her. He turned his head. He seemed to be slightly in tears.

"Okay, yes, I'll be honest--I--he did...", Derek admitted about the other boy. "I just didn't want to--admit it.", he said. He seemed torn away from the previous topic. He seemed to slide himself closer to Rift. His eyes wanted a hug, he wanted a hug. He just wouldn't say it.

After a brief moment of crying, he looked up at her. "So..what's your choice?", he asked, willing to move on. He had to. If he cried to much, obviously Gwen or Mrs. Figgs would come, and Derek was in no mood to hide under a blanket. He ignored faint footsteps.

Rift blushed a bit at his fist suggestion, then giggled a bit. "If the windows here open, feel free to open one. After all, if I get cold I do have blankets," she said, nodding to the window at the other side of her room. She blushed again about his shorts, what kind of guy would strike sex off the list, and then lead her on so heavily?

She watched him drop to his knees and scoot toward her lap. He looked like such a pup, with big needy eyes. A slight smile crossed her lips, though not one to make fun of his situation. More or less one that empathized with him. She stroked his hair lightly, pushing it back behind his ears.

She gently ran her fingers along his cheek, setting his head down on her lap as she continued to lightly brush his hair. He needed a shower after all the blood and nonsense, but it didn't bother her too much to really say anything. He then looked up at her and spoke. She leaned down a bit, her slender hands reaching under his chin gently. She stared into his eyes for a moment, rising tension.

Abruptly, she laughed and stood up, carefully pushing him back a bit. She walked over to the window, and began fiddling with it in attempt to crack it. Of course, it was obvious it hadn't been opened in years, and was a bit stuck. She groaned, leaning her weight against it to open it. The faint trickle of blood could be smelled, and Rift pulled away from the window.

"Dang, got a sliver," she said, as a small shard of broken glass had found its way into her thumb. She sat back down on her bed, and began picking at her thumb with heavy focus...

Derek seemed to be amused by her. Her fingers running though his sticky and sweaty hair, almost made him feel relieved about the previous situation. This made him feel a bit more confident. Her hand on his chin, then his eyes met hers. He could feel the tension drop as she laughed and pushed him away. He seemed to pout behind her back, but stood up when she went to the window.

He easily smelled out her blood. "Ah, nevermind, I don't need the window.", he said, looking at his own hand, reminded of Mrs. Figgs' action earlier. He liked controling the situation, it was...fun, but also unkind. He decided to get back on track. "So, what's your wish, oh master?", he asked as he bowed to her.

Rift sat with her knees pulled up, hand close to her face. Her white hair draped all around, making it a bit difficult to see her face at all from any angle besides straight on. She was pressing two fingers on either side of a small slit, trickling with blood every time. Eventually a small glimmer could be seen and she used her long fingernails to grasp the shard. Slowly she pulled it out, and looked at the bloody piece of glass with interest.

"Say..." she said, seeming to ignore him a bit. "How do you think something like that can fit into such a small area?" she asked, holding up her thumb and the glass to him. She then smiled, realizing the statement alone could be taken the wrong way had she not been holding the glass. She silently smirked at her own inner thought, awaiting her answer.

Derek seemed to think of something else. His pulse raced and he blushed, sweating plenty more. "Uh, not sure, glass um, well...", he said holding up his hand, reminding her about earlier. "I guess it's because the glass is sharp, and your skin isn't the hardest thing in the world.", he said, before hiding the next blush. Dammit, he thought, getting under the blanket on the floor. "It's as good as anyone's guess, that glass was just sharper than your soft skin.", he finally answered. "Was that your request, or are you just playing with me?", he asked, impossible to resist blushing.

Rift smiled, shaking her head at the furiously blushing boy. "I meant how a long piece like that could be so well lodged into a place like my thumb without hitting bone," she said, standing up and Showing Derek the cut up close. "Must have gone in at an angle, is my guess," she said with a bit of a laugh.

"Believe me, I know well enough that sharp objects cut soft flesh," she muttered, looking down at her body. In reality she had many small scars all over, just not all as prominent as the ones on her arms and chest. "See, I don't like getting cut by accident," she said, which might be seen as odd considering her record. "I was kind of accident prone when I was little, and didn't learn how to ride a bike without training wheels until I was nine. I even fell on my face once, and I'm missing a piece of bone from my chin," she said, grabbing Dek's hand and moving it to feel her chin, where a chip could be felt out of it beneath the skin.

Derek was silent. His eyes where far too distracted. Distracted by her body. And not just by the scars. The Wolf screamed out for a mate, but Derek could resist it, but still stared. He tried to focus on the scars and her thumb at first, but it was just too much. He just growled. Growled in excitement.

He hoped she hadn't noticed his eyes. He seemed really, glazed over, as his hand moved to her chin. It moved on it's on after she brought him up to feel it. He inched his body closer, so he could run his hand through her hair. It was much nicer than his, and he wanted to bury himself in it. "So.", he said, distracted by her body, "What do your want your faithful servant to do", he said, grinning.

Her hand rested gently on his wrist as she watched his face. He seemed very distracted, and wasn't really looking at what she was showing him. Did he just...growl? Her head cocked only slightly, the boy truly was an odd one. She made a slight sound as he brushed her hair, hard to make out but it sounded similar to one of her humming noises as she turned her face and blushed.

Her heart thudded in her chest as he spoke. Something about his smell was intoxicating. Whatever pheromones he put off were truly shrouding her better judgment. Well, that ad the fact that her 'issues' contributed as well. "I..." she muttered, moving her hand away and sitting down. She tried to control her breathing, chest rising and falling slowly. "There's something about you...and I can't seem to figure it out..." she said, tension still high even though she broke away from it partially.

Derek twitched. "Uh, Gwen is coming.", he said as he put his sweatpants on, along with the sweater. Gwen knocked slightly on the door and Derek, he opened it. Before she could say anything, Derek uttered bye to Rift and left. Gwen looked at him then her, before closing the door.


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Rift's heart jumped to her throat as she heard the knock, watching Derek finish putting his clothes back on as he answered the door. I can understand hearing somebody coming...but how did he know who it was? she wondered wide eyed as the two left, closing the door behind them.

Sighing, she fell back onto her bed. Her heart thumped in her chest, slowly returning to a normal pace. The excitement had actually left her a little tired, and it seemed she would sleep tonight. She turned to her side, curling up into a rather small ball in the center of her bed and falling asleep to her nightmares.