Cleaning Up

April 2, 2015, 9:15pm- Terrasave Headquarters, New York

Despite how late at night it is, the office is buzzing, filled with people running about, talking to other people, handing each other documents, talking about deadlines, and scrambling to get things back on track.

Page sits at her desk, chugging a cup of coffee to keep going. Everyday has been like this since her and Jacob got back and exposed the truth behind Norton and Luther. Jacob's taken most of the work load, practically living in his office, occasionally going home to eat something that isn't fast food or microwaved, and to check up on Derek, who they've been hiding there. The files of Phoenix and it's creation along with Descendant Virus mentioned Derek C. Simmons and his revival. However, Page and Jacob reported taking him down. As far as everyone knows, he died for good on Mazraea.

Work hasn't been made any easier by the fact that the new person in charge, William Davidson, was not trained for this sort of chaos. He was second in command, but knew just as much about leadership and running this agency as much as the other agents. It wasn't his fault however, Norton had spent most of his time doing things in secret with Luther, and thus never actually spent much time helping William. It's not uncommon to see William head into Jacob's office to ask about how to do things. Jacob's medical records were kept a secret and all the files regarding the incident in the marines and his time in the mental asylum were destroyed, aside from the copies he decided to keep.

Exhaustion taking over her, Page decides to call it a day. She gets up from her chair, stretching her aching back, and grabs her coat. Draping it over herself as she leaves her office she looks around at everyone, the chaos reminds her of the flea market. All that's missing is fire and zombies. She glances over at the office door next to her's, and decides to enter it. Jacob is on the phone with someone.

"The files are being emailed to you right now," Jacob says as Page opens the door, "Thanks again, Leon," He hangs up and puts his phone in his pocket and looks up at her. Seeing it's Page he lets his face rest, an expression of irritation coming over his face.

"Need help with something?" He asks as Page closes the door.

"No, I just, wanted to know how you're doing," She responds, "I barely see you at all,"

"I'm perfectly fine," He replies before turning to his computer and working on some files.

"So, what are you sending Leon?"

"Some files Luther had. It seems he might have had connections to the Family,"

"Of course he would…" She mutters before glancing at Jacob, seeing the tiredness in his eyes, "...Don't you think you should get some sleep? Real sleep, on a bed, not your chair," He glances up at Page, seeing her concerned expression.

"...After these files are done," He replies hesitantly.

To make sure he keeps his word, Page stands by the office door and waits. After a couple minutes, he closes all the windows, and logs off the computer, the fan finally getting a break. He gets up from his chair, stretches and heads over to the door. He opens it to find William standing there, his hand in the air about to knock.

"Oh, Jacob, I-I need to ask you something,"

"What is it?" He asks with a much softer expression on his face.

"The U.S. Government's been calling asking about some files regarding Luther and the Family, I don't even know what the Family is,"

"I just sent them, if they call and ask again tell them to check with Leon, alright?"

"Thank you," William replies with a nervous smile before he hurries to the elevator.

"Shouldn't you tell him you're leaving for the night?" Page asks as they head for the elevators.

"No," Jacob replies. Reaching the elevators, he presses the button to call one, and the door on the left opens up.

"...I'll, text him then," Page states as they walk inside. Not even more than a few seconds after she texts him, Jacob gets a phone call. It's William. He rejects the call.

"What was that for?" Page asks.

"I've given him more than enough help, he's gonna have to learn to do things without me soon anyways,"

"What does that mean?"

"After this whole mess is taken care of, I'm leaving,"

"Leaving? Where?" She asks in bafflement.

"Probably somewhere isolated," He responds. It's not hard to see how serious he is.

"Well...then I guess I'm going to leave too," Jacob glances over at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What about Derek?" He asks.

"Well, I could buy a house back home. No one there knows who he is or really anything involving what I do,"

"That's quite a bold move to take with someone you haven't even dated yet,"

"Well, what else am I suppose to do?" The elevator doors open up.

"Fair point,"

"Do you think I could come over to see how he's doing?" Page asks as they walk through the parking garage.

"Sure," The two get into their cars and drive off for his apartment.

Derek sits on the couch in the living room area of the main room, watching a movie and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich he made. Some of the crumbs fall onto his black short sleeve and sweatpants. Adjusting to this life-style hasn't been easy on him. He can't just go wherever he wants and buy whatever he wants. Jacob gave him a card with a small spending budget that he's allowed to use to buy stuff. If it wasn't for the months spent in the Alaskan Laboritory, this would have felt like torture to him, but now it feels rather nice. He got himself some nice long sleeves, short sleeves, and pants, and shorts and two pairs of shoes. That took up practically all his money, which means he's stuck with whatever food Jacob buys.

Hearing the front door unlock alerts him and he quickly gets up. As the door opens he sees Jacob enter.

"How's Page?" Derek asks as he walks up to him, something he's done every time Jacob's come home, "Is she-" He freezes when he sees Page walk in behind Jacob, "Alright…" He stares at her for a few seconds before remembering he's in a shirt and sweatpants that he's been wearing for a few days now and has crumbs all over himself. He quickly brushes off the crumbs and wipes the peanut butter and jelly off the side of his mouth. Page can't help but chuckle a bit. Never would she imagine someone like Derek C. Simmons, someone who was a high ranking member of the government, in such a casual state.

"I'm going to bed," Jacob states as he heads to his room, ""Don't be too loud," And with that he closes the door, leaving Page and Derek alone.

"Excuse me," Derek then says before he heads off to his room, leaving Page alone. Page takes the chance to look around the apartment. It's almost exactly as she remembers it, aside from the messes Derek has left in the living room and kitchen. Some weights sit to the far left of the room along with a rolled up mat.

"Seems like he adjusted rather well…" She mutters to herself.

Derek soon comes barging out of his room in light brown pants and a grey button-up short sleeve.

"Looks like you've been working out," Page comments.

"What?" Derek looks down and realizes he completely forgot to button up his shirt, "Oh!" He quickly starts to button it up, his face turning a bit red "Y-Yeah, it's uh, kinda become a, habit after having to do it for so long," He sees all the plates and stuff he's left lying around and starts picking them up, "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't really expecting to see anyone other than Jacob here,"

"Well, it's nice to see you're doing good," Page responds as he dumps the dishes into the sink.

"Yeah...So, it seems work is affecting you too,"

"Hm?"

"You look pretty tired...I mean, not that you look bad or anything, just…" He can't really think of anyway to recover from what he said.

"Thanks," Page says with a smile, awkwardness filling the room "Well, I, should leave and go get some rest," She heads for the door, "It was nice seeing you,"

"Wait," Derek says as she's just about to leave, "You, haven't forgotten about the date, right? After you're done with everything at Terrasave,"

"I haven't forgotten," Those words bring a smile to his face. With that, she leaves and heads off to her apartment.