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[useofcuriosity]

 

 

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[useofcuriosity]

"Not as smart as you. No one is as smart as you." He gives her a look. "I didn't say that at all."

[lefthandedgenius]

"You're better with patients than I am." she counters. "And you think outside the box. You might be erratic, but when you decide you want to focus, you're on point, without fail. So what's your deal, then? What's the agenda aside from pissing off Dr. Hale? Because the only thing you're doing is building a reputation from being unreliable. If you were actually a slacker who skated into the program I wouldn't care at all. But you're not."

Her arms are crossed over her chest now and her foot is practically tapping with a well, I'm waiting! air.

[useofcuriosity]

"If people thought I was that unreliable, no one would ask me to help me with their research." Or just plain do it for them. He thinks about this for a moment, watching her. And her tap-tap-tapping foot. "You know what frontotemporal dementia is."

It's not really a question.

[lefthandedgenius]

Her foot stops tapping immediately.

"I do." she confirms, and then adds in surprise, "You want to go into neuro?"

Because shhh, that's where she wants to go, actually.

[useofcuriosity]

"Not exactly?" Though he doesn't doubt that's where he'll end up, one way or another. "My mother had it."

[lefthandedgenius]

That catches her attention even further, and she steps a bit closer, peering up at him. No Lydia, you are not a walking MRI and no matter how much you peer at him you won't be able to see if there are problems in his brain.

"Weren't you tested?" she demands of him. "The marker has a twenty to fifty percent chance of being passed on to a first generation relation." This isn't good. "You should have been tested when your mother was diagnosed."

Her gaze softens a little. "Is that why you went to med school?"

[useofcuriosity]

He hasn't been tested, because he honestly didn't want to know. And yet, the closer he gets to how old his mother was, the more he thinks maybe he should want to know.

And again: yet, he does not get tested.

"Because of my mother? Wouldn't you?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"Assumption is dangerous, that's why I asked." she points out, letting her arms drop out of the defensive criss-cross across her chest. "And while I see why it would inspire you to get through med school I don't see how it leads to you doing bottom of the heap work, unless someone's doing a project that you find directly relevant." She can't help but add, "And you should get tested. If you think you have the marker you should know and be prepared."

Now she's actually a little worried.

[useofcuriosity]

"It gives me time to do my own work." Since he's pretty sure he's never going to get that far into his career to make a name for it. "And if I do that, then I know. And if I know, my father knows. And I'm not putting him through that before I have to."

He knows it's not smart, but it's what he has.

[lefthandedgenius]

She stares at him. She actually stares at him, gaping a little. "Why are you doing this on your own?" she asks, her tone quietly stunned. "You're acting like you think you're on borrowed time but you don't know for certain, and even if you are, we've got one of the top neurosurgeons in the world right down the hall, Stiles!"

Wow. She's actually really upset. Way more upset than even she might have expected.

[useofcuriosity]

"Scott has his own problems. Everyone has their own problems, Lydia." Especially here. Beacon Hills has it's deathy nicknames for a reason. "I didn't mean to upset you."

[lefthandedgenius]

"You didn't mean to upset me." She begins pacing back and forth. "You're an idiot, did you know that? The smartest nitwit I've ever met. This isn't something you avoid. Not using the resources at your disposal is a mistake. Thinking like you're on borrowed time is a mistake." She levels a look at him. "What do you care if I'm upset, anyway?"

She's actually, well. She realizes she's actually a little angry at him.

[useofcuriosity]

He watches her pace, almost fascinated by it. He's heard her yell at the others, even heard her given dress-down lectures. He's never really been on the receiving end of one before. It's fascinating. And a little frightening.

Then she asks that question, and he gives her a look. "You're joking, right?"

[lefthandedgenius]

She stares at him like what? and upon realizing he's not psychic, "No? Why would I joke about that?"

She appears genuinely clueless.

[useofcuriosity]

"Now who's brilliant and not really that bright at the same time?" Staring at her. "You really don't get that I've basically had a crush on your since the day we met?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"I've been busy," she protests, like she's not certain how to deal with this news. "With surgeries. The program." Nevermind that everyone else seems to regard the on call room as the booty call room.

"Does that mean if I asked you to, you'd get tested and actually get neuro on board?" she challenges him.

[useofcuriosity]

"Everyone is busy with surgeries and the program."

He stares at her, for a long moment. Would he? For her? For Scott? Either of them, if they asked. Would he? "Yes." It's part of the reason he hasn't even really discussed this with Scott.

[lefthandedgenius]

She purses her lips. Studies him for a long moment.

"Please get tested. If you're positive, please get Scott and the rest of the neuro team on board. Take me out to dinner."

Well, none of that was actually her asking him anything.

[useofcuriosity]

So he noticed. And he sort of wonders why. He looks at her, watches her a little warily. "Dinner?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"Dinner. That thing you eat in the evening. Or don't. If you'd rather not. You weren't going to get tested or ask for help, so it makes sense that you weren't going to ask me out, either." She shrugs one shouldered. "Or don't. If you'd rather not."

[useofcuriosity]

"That's not why I didn't ask you out. I...of course I'd want to have dinner with you."

[lefthandedgenius]

"That's not the same as saying you will." she points out, possibly a bit ruthlessly. "Are you going to? And why didn't you? Ask me out, I mean. The first question is about dinner, though." Just to clarify.

She has her suspicions. She wants to see if she's right.

[useofcuriosity]

"Jackson. Aiden. I'm not exactly your type, Lydia."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Jackson left and Aiden was a distraction." she replies in the same clinical tone. She peers at him. "You don't actually know what my type is. And for someone who was allegedly attracted to me, your inaction is pretty confusing."

She heads for her locker, tugging it open and reaching for her stethescope. "You also didn't answer the question. About dinner. If you're passing, I'd like to know."

[useofcuriosity]

He finishes the candy bar, thinking about this. Crumbling the wrapper and tossing it in the trashbin. "I'm not passing."