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[ssa_emilyprentiss]

WHO|  Emily and Derek
WHAT|  Arena stuff
WHEN|  Second or third day...whatever it's supposed to be (confusing timeline is confusing)
WHERE|  S20
WARNINGS|  Probably not?  No promises.

"Did you ever see that move, Never Cry Wolf?" Emily asked, sighing, turning her head against the brick wall from where she had been watching the death toll on the horizon to look at Morgan.  The wolf calls that permeated the night silence had increased in frequency and volume the farther from the Cornucopia they'd traveled.  They'd traveled along a chain link fence since they'd left the amusement park - she wasn't sure if it was the actual border of the Arena or not, but she didn't want to chance it since it was probably electrified or set you on fire or something.

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[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"God, you talk a lot," she muttered. "Maybe if you keep talking the sky will rain coffee."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"I heard you," he said, punching her arm playfully. He laid down on his back, his arm as a pillow and closed his eyes, sighing softly. "You're mean in the morning. You're lucky I like you so much," he whispered.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"You were supposed to hear it, genius."

Bending her knee upwards, she kicked her heel into his ribs, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough that it disrupted his attempt to fall asleep.

"You're lucky I saved your sorry ass."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

He kept his eyes closed and swatted at her leg. "You like my ass. I caught you staring several times."

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"You wish." She rolled her eyes and let her hair out of her ponytail, combing it through with her fingers.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"I know that's your wish," he retorted softly, almost falling asleep. "What's mine?"

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"What the hell are you talking about?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Yeah, sure..." he murmured in his sleep. Then nothing but the quiet snores of Derek filled their little make-shift shelter.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

Emily slowly got to her feet to see if the dog was still there.

"Damn you, Derek Morgan," she huffed, then started digging in their pack for their food store, breaking off the tiniest of pieces, then moved to place it out in the open in the hopes that the dog might appreciate the gesture.

Returning to the shelter, she started some rudimentary yoga, as best she could manage, to keep herself awake.

"Why couldn't there be a cat instead?"

[ssa_derekmorgan]

Derek continued to sleep as she started on her yoga while cursing softly. Then she slipped, landing on top of him on her side, her elbow digging into his chest. He woke up in coughing fit and in shock.

"What the hell?" he asked, clearly confused. "What were you doing? Now is not the time to practice your wrestling moves!"

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

She couldn't help but roll off him laughing heartily. "Go back to sleep, princess," she teased him, "And don't you forget that I'll kick your ass while you sleep."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Oh, that's it!" he narrowed his eyes and grabbed her. Pinning her down on the ground with his weight, his hands went up to her side and began tickling her. "Say you're sorry."

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"You're tickling me? Are we five?" she snorted, attempting to wrestle him off of her.

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"I'm pretty sure you are," he retorted, having no problem keeping her down.

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"Whatever." She looked at him with a little mock condescension. "As long as you're up, I'm going back to sleep."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"That's cheating. It's still my turn. Maybe you should while I sleep, you could give me a foot massage."

[ssa_emilyprentiss]

"Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen."

[ssa_derekmorgan]

"Come on," he whined a little as he laid back down. "It's not like you have anything to do. Unless you want to practice your awful wrestling skills again."