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Stiles Stilinski
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She makes a sound like a laugh that's been twisted out of a sob, and promptly reaches out to affectionately, gently scratch his nose. "You're aware of how incredibly surreal this all is, right? Even for us?"

He scrunches his face for a moment. "Our lives are always surreal." Of course Peter probably didn't sound like he'd had some sort of serious brain injury when he came back from the dead.

Edited 2014-07-01 15:11 (UTC)

"I'm pretty sure laying in a medical facility on an alien planet while I scratch your nose tops anything that can happen in Beacon Hills any day." she tells him. The smile on her face weakens a bit. "I thought you were dead. I could feel you die, and I knew exactly where to go to find you."

It was like Allison all over again.

"I was. Dead. They said. The lichen." Watching her, with this information.

She nods, turning her face away from his briefly. "I know. I could feel it."

Suddenly she turns, expression scowly. "You're not allowed to do that again, okay?"

"Poison the nogitsune?"

"Die." she tells him firmly. "My heart can't take it."

She curls her fingers around his once more. "You're all I've got in this crazy, stupid town."

He's really the only thing keeping her here.

"Think twice should be good for me." Lightly squeezing her fingers in return. "I think I dreamed up a wolf."

"I'm pretty sure you didn't." Lydia replies wryly. "Apparently not all werewolves are like Beacon Hills werewolves. Some of them from other realities actually turn into wolves."

"Did you see it?"

"Everybody's talking about a wolf that ran through town, headed for the clinic." Lydia explains. "So you definitely didn't dream it."

[ooc since I don't know what she saw or didn't see yet I'm being vague.]

"For a minute I thought it was Scott."

[ooc: ok!]

She gives him a sidelong glance, accompanied by a faint smile. "You really have lost your marbles. Scott can't turn into a wolf."

Besides which, he's not here. Though she wishes that he was.

"Derek's sister could. Laura." That much, he remembers. From finding her body buried. "Maybe he can too."

"Derek's mother too, from what I've heard." Lydia says. "But I haven't seen him do it yet." Maybe she will never will.

"Why do we stay here, Stiles? Why don't we just go back to Beacon Hills and take Charlie with us? If the nogitsune is still there, we know how to get rid of it."

"It hasn't been six months. How would we even get home? None of us came here willingly."

"And what happens when the six months are up? Yours will come before mine will." She doesn't want to ask, to seem like she's hanging onto him, but he could go home before her, and she doesn't want to be stuck here by herself.

"I don't know. What if I want to stay?"

"Why would you want to? We can get you cured if we take you back home to Scott. And don't you miss your dad?"

"And what comes after this? More human sacrifices? Another Alpha Pack? Jaguars?" All those words? Wearing him out. "I want Scott here. My dad, here. Even Issac."

She can see it's stressing him, making him tired. "Okay." she says, "We'll - we'll talk about it later. You need to rest. Do you want me to go get Charlie?"

Allison, he thinks, could come here. And then everything would be okay. Even if the nogitsune were still here. He hoped. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

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