shriek!

was she really there at all?

when derek awoke, it was to the sound of knocking at his window. he wasn't sure where the window was, or what a window was, or who was knocking, or why. he wasn't sure who he was either, and he wasn't sure how to move or make a sound.

when avery broke the window to climb inside derek's room, he was glad he had - derek wasn't moving, but when he threw caution to the wind and pressed two fingers to the other man's neck... there was a pulse there. he'd hoped as much - not that derek would survive the King's deliverance in all aspects but mind, he wasn't thinking that distinctly. he'd just been repeating, over and over again, "d3rlord3 can't be dead. i know he can't. i'm going to find d3rlord3 and help him again." it didn't matter that avery had needed to snoop into derek's internet connection to figure out where he lived. it didn't matter that he'd committed a crime or two. or three, as he crunched on the glass he'd shattered and wheeled derek out into the sun. all that mattered was that he was alive.