One Shots

Distance

"So whose stupid idea was this?" Margo whispered as she looked up at the roof above them.

"It was supposed to be romantic," Derek sighed out his voice not quite a whisper but it was clear that he was trying to stay quiet, and she glanced up at him slightly irritated.

"What's romantic about being stuck in a tent when it's freezing cold and raining?!" She whispered back, and she could feel him shrug, "did you not think to check the weather?" She added on.

They were on one of their many adventures after leaving the pack a few months ago although this one really hadn't gone to plan. The rain pelted against the fabric of the tent and there wouldn't be a single possibility any of them went to sleep due to the ferocious wing that angrily tugged at their only shelter.

"Well usually your the one who does that," he pointed out. Except the problem was it had been a last-minute thing and he hadn't even told her that this was what they were doing. So he couldn't shift the blame to her and he simply had to accept that he was the reason they were camping in bad weather.

There was no one else around either, as they'd gone for the sensible decision of not camping in the middle of what felt like a storm.

"Why are we whispering?" Derek finally asked, and she shrugged herself.

"It just feels like the thing you're supposed to do in a tent," she admitted and he hummed in agreement. Reaching out, he wrapped his arm around her and picked up her hands with one of his own.

"You're cold," he observed.

"I could have told you that myself," humming once more, he shifted his weight until their noses were almost pressed together and he was acting as another blanket for her.

"We should probably just sleep through it."

"If I wake up with a spider on my head Hale, I will be poisoning you."