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Cora knows there are a lot of parts of this that aren't right.
Derek knows it to. It's part of the reason why they left after the alphas and Jennifer were gone and Scott became an alpha. Thy both know that what they did was unfair on a lot of levels, both to the pack and to Boyd's family, but it's the only way they could think of to keep him safe. The alpha pack had already tried to kill him once. She doesn't want to even think about what would happen if they hadn't succeeded.
Even the Hales thought they had succeeded at first. It isn't until they were moving the body that they started to notice that the scent for a dead body wasn't quite right. The gashes aren't as big as they remembered. There's a heartbeat, faint and foreign, barely flickering in Boyd's chest, but it's there, and the siblings know that they needed to do something and fast. It doesn't take long for them to load Boyd into Derek's truck, placing him gently in the back seat and Derek climbing behind the wheel, giving her instructions to keep it quiet, not tell anyone, just keep them from asking too many questions. At least with no body, Boyd's parents never got to find out that he died. They just think he ran away again, and that's probably for the best.
She does her part, keeping Stiles and Peter busy while Derek makes the arrangements, even though she wants to be there for Boyd to help him more than anything. Not long after that, she's the one that's sick which delays the moment even further, but once all of it is said and done, Derek and Cora hit the road and Derek follows through on his promise, bringing her right to Boyd.
She doesn't know how bad off he is or how he's handling any of this, but she's there now. And she comes bearing burgers.
Derek lets her into the safehouse and she slips forward, darting around him and scanning the front room for any sign of her friend. "Boyd?" she pauses and waits for an answer. "We brought food."
Derek knows it to. It's part of the reason why they left after the alphas and Jennifer were gone and Scott became an alpha. Thy both know that what they did was unfair on a lot of levels, both to the pack and to Boyd's family, but it's the only way they could think of to keep him safe. The alpha pack had already tried to kill him once. She doesn't want to even think about what would happen if they hadn't succeeded.
Even the Hales thought they had succeeded at first. It isn't until they were moving the body that they started to notice that the scent for a dead body wasn't quite right. The gashes aren't as big as they remembered. There's a heartbeat, faint and foreign, barely flickering in Boyd's chest, but it's there, and the siblings know that they needed to do something and fast. It doesn't take long for them to load Boyd into Derek's truck, placing him gently in the back seat and Derek climbing behind the wheel, giving her instructions to keep it quiet, not tell anyone, just keep them from asking too many questions. At least with no body, Boyd's parents never got to find out that he died. They just think he ran away again, and that's probably for the best.
She does her part, keeping Stiles and Peter busy while Derek makes the arrangements, even though she wants to be there for Boyd to help him more than anything. Not long after that, she's the one that's sick which delays the moment even further, but once all of it is said and done, Derek and Cora hit the road and Derek follows through on his promise, bringing her right to Boyd.
She doesn't know how bad off he is or how he's handling any of this, but she's there now. And she comes bearing burgers.
Derek lets her into the safehouse and she slips forward, darting around him and scanning the front room for any sign of her friend. "Boyd?" she pauses and waits for an answer. "We brought food."
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She glances up at him with a small smile, because it's a good thing to see him up on his feet again, even if he's still moving slowly. Movement means he's still alive and that is the thing that matters to her, more than anything else.
She also hopes that sooner or later, he'll be able to go home again - but one thing at a time.