laography | i've drowned and dreamt this moment

[It wasn't the easiest thing for an agent to just disappear off the map, but the phrase "agent compromised" tended to work brilliantly for that. The simple fact of the matter was that the majority of M16 was to believe that Agent Alpha, Derek Hale, had passed away on a mission where he was severely injured and the complications from said injuries were dire.

Only half of that was true, really, and only two people in the world currently knew about it--one by protocol, and one by sheer force of will. Head of the Q branch had disappeared along with Agent Alpha, although his disappearance was far quieter; one day, he was in the office, looking through files, and suddenly, something seemed to hit him like lightning and he was gone.

The little house was in the middle of nowhere in Northern California, a couple hours' drive from Beacon Hills and another hour's walk through the woods for that. Sheer determination had led Stiles to the spot, and when he slipped into the front door, it was by no means quietly. Agen--hell. Derek was alive.

He'd known it all along.

Still, he didn't say anything as he shut the door to the house. He let the sounds--the loud door suddenly shutting, kicking off his shoes in the front hallway, his computer bag clunking to the floor--announce his presence instead.]

[ Several months into their assignment, Stiles had started to make friends. As he and Derek began to assimilate into life at Beacon Hills, together, he'd settled nicely into his routine at work in his dad's office and his double life, even if the lines were starting to blur between the two agents, enough so that married life was starting to get dangerously close to dating life, to actual affection life, and Stiles was choosing to ignore that for as long as physically possible in hopes that maybe his decently massive crush on Derek Hale might actually go away.

Today, they'd been invited to one of Lydia Martin's famous parties, this time for Halloween. And by some grace of god, Stiles had managed to get Derek to dress up as Batman.

So yeah, standing at Lydia's door, dressed like Nightwing, holding his fake spouse's hand? It's shaping up to be a good day. ]

Ready for this, Dark Knight? [ And in more ways than one--these parties were always a test on their fake--"fake"--relationship. ]

[ It's midway through the evening when Stiles finally gets through his coding for the day--a program designed to read biosignatures on weaponry, so it conforms to fit the user's hand and no one else's--and he sits up and cracks his back in his computer chair, looking around. Derek's probably doing work downstairs, and so he waits for a few minutes, tapping his pen on the desk and rereading the code until it starts to get blurry in front of his face. By the time he's managed to distract himself for about five minutes, Stiles gives up on leaving him alone and tiptoes through the apartment as quietly as possible, peeking into the living room. Derek's laying on the couch for the moment, and it looks like he's reading, so Stiles stares at him for a second from around the corner, then makes his way over to the couch.

Once he's gotten there, he pretty much inserts himself in Derek's space, out of nowhere, weaseling up his figure and under his arms until he can perch on his chest and pretty much interrupt anything he's doing. ] Are you busy?

[ Well you aren't now! 8D ]


	Let the sky fall When it crumbles We will stand tall Face it all together

WELP AND THEN THIS HAPPENED

halloween!

pre-death? pre death.