Fanfic: When You're Broken Open, Chapter One
Title: When You're Broken Open
Author: slythrngodss
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Pairing: Derek/Stiles pre-slash
Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Scott McCall
Summary: He dances on the charred earth behind his house when no one can see him, jetés, assemblés, and brisés along with pirouettes, fouettés, and tours en l'air.
Note: Unbeta'd
Derek started dancing after the fire. He had so many emotions that he wasn’t letting out and they were taking their toll, on Derek’s emotions and his control. Laura didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just let him go on as he was; he’d give them away. Letting him hole up away from the world would just kill him slowly. For awhile Laura thought about making him take a sport. It would be good way to release pent up aggression and pain. Then she realized it would be too easy to just let it all out and the wolf with it. Sports weren’t an option. It was a program on WTTW that gave her the idea: ballet. It was a sport, of a kind, it took physical exertion, exhausted the negativity out of you, made you live, but it was about control. She found a nearby studio, cheap but disciplined, and enrolled Derek with out a second thought. She bought him the clothes and dragged him to classes and sat in the hallway to make sure he didn’t sneak out.
She didn’t have to for long. After a few weeks of stubborn rebellion Derek admitted that he liked the classes and went without prodding. She’d find him going over combinations in the living room of their cramped apartment, and his teachers started stopping her to tell her how good he was and that he might actually have a shot at this. When she passed the praise on to Derek he wouldn’t say anything. He would just smile that shy, pleased smile that he wore so rarely. It was funny, because he never talked about it. His friends, the few of them that he had, didn’t know he danced. He never even invited Laura to any of his recitals; she found out from the parents of his classmates while they waited for their students to leave class chatting about costume fittings. Laura always made sure to show up for his recitals and afterwards he’d blush, give her a hug, and thank her for coming. She would just tug at his ear and tell him that was what big sisters are for.
Now that Laura is dead Derek still dances. Only, he’s not enrolled in any classes in Beacon Hills and nobody knows. He charges his ipod at the local cafe and swipes batteries for his speakers from Stiles room (he’s sure Stiles is too scared of him to call him on it). He dances on the charred earth behind his house when no one can see him, jetés, assemblés, and brisés along with pirouettes, fouettés, and tours en l'air.
Author: slythrngodss
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Pairing: Derek/Stiles pre-slash
Characters: Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Scott McCall
Summary: He dances on the charred earth behind his house when no one can see him, jetés, assemblés, and brisés along with pirouettes, fouettés, and tours en l'air.
Note: Unbeta'd
Derek started dancing after the fire. He had so many emotions that he wasn’t letting out and they were taking their toll, on Derek’s emotions and his control. Laura didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just let him go on as he was; he’d give them away. Letting him hole up away from the world would just kill him slowly. For awhile Laura thought about making him take a sport. It would be good way to release pent up aggression and pain. Then she realized it would be too easy to just let it all out and the wolf with it. Sports weren’t an option. It was a program on WTTW that gave her the idea: ballet. It was a sport, of a kind, it took physical exertion, exhausted the negativity out of you, made you live, but it was about control. She found a nearby studio, cheap but disciplined, and enrolled Derek with out a second thought. She bought him the clothes and dragged him to classes and sat in the hallway to make sure he didn’t sneak out.
She didn’t have to for long. After a few weeks of stubborn rebellion Derek admitted that he liked the classes and went without prodding. She’d find him going over combinations in the living room of their cramped apartment, and his teachers started stopping her to tell her how good he was and that he might actually have a shot at this. When she passed the praise on to Derek he wouldn’t say anything. He would just smile that shy, pleased smile that he wore so rarely. It was funny, because he never talked about it. His friends, the few of them that he had, didn’t know he danced. He never even invited Laura to any of his recitals; she found out from the parents of his classmates while they waited for their students to leave class chatting about costume fittings. Laura always made sure to show up for his recitals and afterwards he’d blush, give her a hug, and thank her for coming. She would just tug at his ear and tell him that was what big sisters are for.
Now that Laura is dead Derek still dances. Only, he’s not enrolled in any classes in Beacon Hills and nobody knows. He charges his ipod at the local cafe and swipes batteries for his speakers from Stiles room (he’s sure Stiles is too scared of him to call him on it). He dances on the charred earth behind his house when no one can see him, jetés, assemblés, and brisés along with pirouettes, fouettés, and tours en l'air.