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Derek chewed on his bottom lip and studied Xavia. They had a lot in common, the two of them. Both had powers that focused on the natural world, more specially nature. They both longed to be loved by a man and they both carried a lot of baggage.

...And they both liked the same guy.

Now, Derek knew that he should probably keep things professional between him and Artair, but after their first mini mission together, it was hard. No pun intended. In all seriousness, Xavia deserved Artair way more than Derek did. She needed arms around her more than Derek will ever understand.

Derek was so lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't hear Xavia when she offered him the sandwich.

"Oh, thank you," Derek quickly snapped out of it and picked up the sandwich, [color="you aren't tryin' to turn me vegan are you?" He asked in a raised eyebrow. Derek looked at the sandwich before taking a healthy bite of it. After a bit of chewing, he swallowed. "Hm, it is pretty good." He smiled at Xavia before putting it down.

He readjusted himself on the barstool and sighed contently. "Maybe this is your sign to go for it." Derek suggested. "There's nothin' really holdin' you back except yourself."

Yep, I need to move on. Plus, there's always Devon. Gods, the supermodel could charm the pants off of anyone... Derek thought to himself.

Derek's smile fell a bit when he received the look from Jorge. He knew that look and decided that he would only refer to Jorge as...Jorge. Well, at least verbally and to his face. "Sorry." He whispered in response and looked at the vault door.

He watched as Jorge "signed" into the Danger Room. Welcome Typhoon Goon? Derek smirked and averted his gaze away from Jorge. His balled his lips to try and stop the laughter that wanted to bubble up from his chest and spew out. Thankfully, he mad more self control than that.

"Ah, that explains it," Derek smiled. He assumed by former that he meant that she found a new partner rather than she being dead. If the latter was the case, the smile he gave would be inappropriate.

Walking into the room, Derek found himself in awe. The place was very spacious and very open. Derek almost felt exposed. He took a small step toward Jorge to try and "cover" himself. However, it was no use. Derek's brown eyes looked up at what looked to be the nest of the room. Probably where people could observe and take notes. Is that where Jorge will be going to watch him? Derek had no idea, but trusted Jorge to explain everything to him.

Derek watched as Jorge started talking to the room. His eyes stared up at the room and listened. "Trainin' wheels? Damn." Derek smirked, "It could be worse. You could've said...bouncy seat."

Right before his eyes the Danger Room started to shift. Derek looked around him as the white walls soon became colored with earth tones. Trees, blushes, and flowers started to form leaving Derek's mouth ajar. It was unlike anything he's ever seen before. The mutant placed a hand over his heart in shock.

"Wow," he whispered, "...can you make me a boyfriend this way too because that would certainly come in handy."

Derek looked over at Jude. He didn't know that he weren't supposed to ask if people were mutants or not. Plus, being in the Honeycomb Co-Op, Derek thought that it would be okay. Apparently it was wrong. He was going to apologize until Jude called him a "piegonmancer". Was that some sort of joke?

"Well, I didn't know. Sorry," Derek carried the pot of water from the sink once it was at least three fourths full to the stove. He placed it on the right back eye and turned the heat up. Derek then grabbed the salt from one of the cabinets and the stick of butter from fridge. After opening the salt, he poured a bit into his hand and then into the pot. Derek sat that aside and grabbed a knife so that he could cut off at least a half a tablespoon of butter, "and I'm not a piegonmancer.

Once that was taken care of, Derek put everything back and walked back to the place he was at and took out his phone to read the instructions. "I think we can pan sear it first, then put it in the oven for it to bake."

Derek was sure that he would land a hit on Ranger, but apparently he was wrong. Before he could counter, he found himself paralyzed. His eyes widened as he fell to the ground. God, what did Derek get himself into.

Even with him down on the ground, he was surprising still conscious so he heard everything that Ranger said. Derek would've nodded his head, but couldn't. All he could he could was look up at Ranger with eyes of a wounded animal. God, this man was going to be hard to impress.

Slowly, his body started to work again and he was finally able to speak, "...Sounds good, Mars."

Derek's eyes turned down to the half eaten brownie square in his hand, then back at Xavia's face. He slowly began chewing again. "It's good, just a lil' shockin'." He chuckled a bit and finished it off with a smile on his face. "You're better than me. I should care more about my health, but I don't." He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed another brownie.

"It is, but pregnant woman around here like that kind of thing," he paused, "or at least that's what I've been told. Don't take my word for it."

Did...Did Artair just call in Snow White lowkey? Derek was so shocked by this that he couldn't stop laughing. No one had ever made that connection before. "Well, anythin' that catches Devon's attention..." Derek decided to trail off on that statement. He'll keep his crush on the supermodel as much as a secret as he could.

"Ah, well that sounds cool," Derek bit his lip and scratched the side of his neck. "So, do you ever may bow and arrows out of your mind energy," he cleared his throat and looked out the window, "Mierda." Derek snickered at his own joke. It was good that both of them were now at least more relaxed with each other than what they had been originally. Though, Derek still had a lot to prove.

Longsword, huh? Derek's guttered mind wrestled with his tongue to keep it from saying anything. "Well, at least you're a force, Artair. If I saw a guy coming at me with a...mace and shield lookin' like a berserker I would turn the other way and run."

He turned his head to look at Artair. "Raleigh, North Carolina. Nothin' special really," he answered with a shrug, "What about you? Are you from Scotland?"