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Derek isn't sure what to make of this place. The idea of multiple dimensions seems far-fetched, despite the fact that he's a werewolf, his girlfriend is a banshee, and they live in a town that has a supernatural beacon calling any number of creatures from myth and legend to it. Whatever is going on, his number one priority is ensuring Lydia's safety and he's on his way to find her now. It doesn't take him long to pick up her scent and he tries to understand how it's possible that she's been here for several days when he saw her an hour ago.

The town itself is idyllic, or would be, if he chose to visit instead of randomly finding himself here. He supposes he should be grateful that Lydia is here. She's a grounding force and her presence will keep him from attempting to find whoever is responsible and torturing them for information.

When he spots Lydia, he smiles in spite of the circumstances. She is beautiful as always and it still amazes him that they are together. Their relationship had such an inauspicious beginning and the rest of the pack clearly doesn't understand it, but it just works and that's all that matters to Derek. He jogs the last few feet to her and greets her by wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. He doesn't see or smell any injuries, so it seems she is okay, at least physically.

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Giving him a self-satisfied grin, Lydia lets go of his hand and reaches back to playfully swat him on the backside. "I'm hilarious," she corrects him with a smirk. She takes his hand again, lacing her fingers through his and it's kind of pleasantly strange to think about the fact that she can do that here...and no one will look at her funny for it.

At the squeeze, she looks up at him briefly. "You want to live with me?" she asks, a little surprised, as she leads him into the apartment building.

Derek shrugs. Saying that they are 'living together' sounds far more serious than he's ready to admit being, but given the unusual circumstances of their arrival here, he feels that it's safer if they stick together. Plus he figures that without her mother around to care where she is, they'll end up spending most of their time together anyway.

"I think it makes sense to stick together," he says. "Just in case there are hidden dangers lurking that we haven't encountered yet."

Lydia smirks a little at his answer. "You wanna live with me," she sang playfully, bumping her shoulder against his. Sometimes Derek opened doors to being teased without realizing it and Lydia is not the type of person to let an opportunity like that slide, especially when the recipient is Derek Hale, a person who most others wouldn't be able to get away with teasing the way she can.

It's true that Lydia is one of the only people in the world who can get away with teasing him that way and Derek smiles in spite of himself, catching her in a kiss. "Well, what else am I supposed to do with all that furniture if I don't have you to ravish on it?" he asks.

"Oh, now he speaks the truth," Lydia jokes, leading him down the hall to her apartment and pulling out a pair of keys. She takes one of them off the key chain and holds it out to him as she opens the door. "For you, roomie."

"Thanks," Derek says, pulling out his own key ring and adding the key to it, making a mental note of the apartment number before he enters the place. "I guess this isn't too bad."

It's a pretty standard apartment with decent furniture. He supposes that if he's going to be magically whisked away to a strange place, there are worse places he could end up.

"It's actually really nice," Lydia counters, closing the door behind him and then approaching him again to envelope him in her arms. She tilts her head back to look up at him and smiles. "It's nicer now..." she says, her eyebrows lifting briefly, and her tone lilted with soft suggestion.

Derek doesn't really need the suggestion once he finds himself in Lydia's arms. He wraps his own around her and bends his head forward so he can kiss her properly. Even though it hasn't been more than a few hours since he last saw her from his perspective, he knows it's been a few days for her and he really doesn't like that idea.

"I missed you," she whispers against his lips when they part briefly. She misses all of her friends, and her mom, but it feels suddenly exponentially less daunting and upsetting now that she's not alone.

Lydia's head tilts slightly so that she can actually look up at him. "So...about that ravishing..."

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