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[useofcuriosity]

 

 

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[useofcuriosity]

He stares at them, looking back and forth at the two scans and crossing his arms. "It can't be a glitch or anything. What the hell. What would cause something like that?"

[lefthandedgenius]

She shakes her head. "I was in the lab with the tech and the doctor, I'd know if they were messing around." She stares at it. "This is uncanny. It has to be a joke. We need to figure out where your real results are. And why someone would try to hide them. Someone must be playing a trick on you."

And that pisses her off.

[useofcuriosity]

"Who would do that? Who would even know to do that?" He doesn't even think Peter Hale would do something like that. The guy might be a weirdo and a crazy, but this is actually something Stiles doesn't think he'd do. "I didn't even tell Scott I was getting this done."

And that? Had been a challenge, honestly.

[lefthandedgenius]

She's honestly surprised by that, and it shows on her face. He tells Scott everything. Or so she thought.

Her expression shuts down, as it always does, at the mention of Peter Hale. She's never been able to talk about it.

Pushing that aside, she squeezes his hand. "Can you think of anything, anything at all, that would cause something like this to happen?"

[useofcuriosity]

He wanted to tell him, yet...something kept him from doing it. It was weird, honestly. And thinking back on it now? A little bit creepy, because he can't remember why he didn't.

"Anything else would've shown up on the MRI. A tumor or an aneurism. And those wouldn't explain this." The matching MRIs. "Does everything match? The rest of her chart?"

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia opens the two folders side by side, and gestures toward them. "You tell me." she says quietly.

[useofcuriosity]

He looks at one, then the other. Studies them like he would any other patient file. Frowns to himself. Hers: impulsive behavior, hallucinations, insomnia, night terrors, dissociative, confusion. His: impulsive behavior, hallucinations, insomnia, night terrors, dissociative, confusion.

"It's the same."

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia has no context for the supernatural...yet. That there might be something supernatural at play here isn't something that would occur to her. She looks up at him intently, taking his cheeks in her hands.

"Think really hard. Is there anyone who might be trying to mess with you? Anybody who has some kind of issue with your mom...or your dad, maybe? I mean, he is in law enforcement."

But it doesn't feel like the right answer, even as she says it.

[useofcuriosity]

"He's the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. The biggest thing in town is wild animal attacks." He shakes his head. "Even if someone was messing with the paperwork, that doesn't explain the symptoms themselves."

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia rubs her face in frustration. "I don't want to say you should do another MRI - I know how hard it was for you, but I can't think of anything else. Maybe you should talk to Scott about it? Would he have any ideas?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe I could, yeah. It's...not really his specialty, but." What else can he do?

[lefthandedgenius]

"You're not the type to develop psychosomatic symptoms just because." she insists, starting to pace. It makes her angry that she - they - can't figure this out, and it also makes her scared, which is not a feeling she's accustomed to experiencing, much less on behalf of another person.

"You could try presenting to the other interns? Tell them it's an anonymous patient?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Have them run blood tests, things like that. Yeah, I could do that." He snorts, a little to himself. "Maybe I'm cursed."

[lefthandedgenius]

She immediately snorts. "You think we need to go witch-hunting then? Break out the torches and pitchforks and the dunking chair?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe we should bake a strawberry pie." Stiles, your references are dated and bizarre.

[lefthandedgenius]

She gives him a strange look, because yeah, that one was right over her head.

"We'll figure this out." she promises, though she has no idea how. Stepping forward, she draws him into a hug, her breath against his neck. "Is your shift over? If it is, we can go home."

[useofcuriosity]

"It's over, yeah." He hugs her back, "I know we'll figure it out." Well. He believes in her, anyway.

[lefthandedgenius]

Home, once they get there, is a quiet affair. It's either Stiles cooking or them getting take-out because Lydia only barely cooks, but she fair trades for it by stacking and emptying the dishwasher along with her usual mutterings about needing a maid.

It's not that they're pretending everything's normal, it's just that they both want to avoid talking about the thing hanging over their heads because they need some relief from it. And when they go to bed, Lydia curls up against him, as much for his comfort as her own.

If he falls asleep he might miss it though; sometime in the night, Lydia gets up and leaves the room. She does not return a few minutes later. Or hours later. Nor is she there if he doesn't wake up until the alarm goes off.

[useofcuriosity]

It's an awful set of dreams he has. Dreams of weird tree stumps in the middle of the woods. Or the old high school. The middle of the surgical theatre. The sounds of mountain lions, wolves and foxes. The feeling of ice cold water.

It's awful, and eventually he wakes up with a...possibly louder than he'd like start. And disoriented, notices that Lydia isn't in bed with him. "Lydia?" It takes him a moment to be able to speak without hoarseness in his voice, and to get up and make his way out of the bedroom.

[lefthandedgenius]

She isn't anywhere in the house. She doesn't answer her cell.

She's not at the hospital either.

[useofcuriosity]

That's...more than a little panic inducing. He checks at Allison's place. He checks with her mother. He even checks at the old lacrosse fields.

[lefthandedgenius]

She's not at Allison's house, and when he gets to the lacrosse fields, he doesn't find her either.


But...the high school isn't too far from where the tree line of the forest starts.

[useofcuriosity]

The idea of going into the forest? A little daunting, but really when did that ever stop him from doing something amazingly dangerous?

Never. So that's exactly what he does. Heads into the forest, looking for Lydia.

[lefthandedgenius]

He has to hike a bit. But surprisingly, he'll find himself eventually not too far from where their plane went down. And not too far from that...is an enormous tree strump. Big enough to lay down flat on and not even touch the edges with the tips of one's fingers.

Lydia is curled up on it in a fetal position, leaves in her hair, scrapes on her feet, and naked as the day she was born. She's shivering, and her gaze seems unfocused.

[useofcuriosity]

The tree stump, given that he's been dreaming about it gets more than a cursory stare at. But Lydia is foremost in his mind, considering her condition. It's a flaily sort of run that happens towards her, peeling off his jacket and getting it around her. "Lydia. Lydia?"