"You set her up on dates with other guys?"

"Just to convince her parents! That was why we were at the warehouse party, to make sure it was going okay. It was only this one, with Matt, he seemed like a cool guy who could handle rejection. And then we got distracted by Isaac and Erica and Jackson and then I went outside to confront Derek. That's when Mrs. argent hit me with her car."

"Okay, that's, less awful, if she was in on it, it's fine, just - I had a visual of you just randomly setting her up with other guys and - anyway. She hit you with her car."

"Yeah. It can be harder to knock us down."

He probably has not noticed that his eyes have gone yellow.

Maybe she should point it out. 

"... Your eyes are yellow again, does that mean I should stop talking about this?"

Maybe she shouldn't be pointed it out. 

"No, I should probably get some rest. I've had to do a lot of arguing tonight, so we should just skip this one. You can take my bed, I've already put on fresh blankets." 

He wanders to the couch and lies down. 

When the hell did he get time to -

"No, shoo. Couch is mine, we bonded over SciFi. Go to bed, you've had a long day."

"Thanks. Sleep well, Yvette."

He heads upstairs. 

"Good night."

She sits on the couch, and - is distinctly not tired. It was the afternoon, when she was teleported. Trying to sleep seems like it wouldn't get very far. Especially with the book that hides behind her eyelids. So she has - time to kill, before she can attempt sleep. Maybe Scott's mom is still awake? Or something. But she doesn't feel she has the right to just spill all of Scott's secrets for him, and she doesn't really want to play secret dodgeball.

What she wants to do is investigate the book in her head. But that would be unsafe; she doesn't have any supervision, she doesn't have any idea what it is. It could all explode horribly. She should try to find experts, ask what to do with a book that may or may not be in her head. Maybe she needs to be put in the magic circle and kept apart from everyone around her. One thing she doesn't want to be is a danger to those around her. With a magic teleporting book... Who knows what could happen. It could explode, kill Scott and his mom and her, too.

But then again, she is really curious. And really, if the experts on this sort of thing are a couple of teenagers -

Augh. No. She refuses to talk herself into doing something stupid. She'll just have to watch bad science fiction movies until she's so exhausted that she doesn't even care about the book. That is obviously the best solution to this problem.

It takes a while. The book is there, haunting her out of the darkness every time she shuts her eyes for too long. But exhaustion eventually wins out against haunting, and three and a half movies later, she is out like a light.

The next day, Yvette wakes up to the smell of eggs. 

"...and at least that finally explains why it avoided the swimming pool! What kind of weaksauce weakness is that!"

Whyyyyy is the first thing she hears this morning Stiles's voice, what did she do to deserve this.

She sits up groggily and rubs her face. Is there a clock around that she can peer at for the time?

"Good morning! Sorry we didn't wake you up sooner, I thought you should rest. It's almost 10 now."

"Oh, hey. Scott made some breakfast, you'll love it."

"S'fine, I didn't get to sleep until late anyway." Yaaawn. "Breakfast? Thank you, s'very nice of you."

"It is very nice of him to feed the sleeper agent, yeah."

"Stiles!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry for treating you like you're the horrible magical serial killer you're inevitably going to turn out to be!" 

"Stiles."

"Whatever. I'm a dick. Sorry." 

"Yes," she agrees, sagely. "You know you can like, mistrust me and be suspicious of me without being actively antagonistic, right?"

Up she gets, taking her blanket with her. It was summer, when she was teleported away, and now it is not and she is cold and cranky. Her blanket is staying with her.

"...Yes?"

"Stiles will be at Lydia's party until it's over, and then we can take you to meet her. I might just skip it, Allison is going to be there and I think she's mad at me about last night. Plus that way I can drive you."

"All right. Works for me. Want to supervise while I try to peer at the book again in the interim?" Pause. Glance at Stiles. "Or put me alone in a spot where if it explodes horribly no one else will be hurt. I wasn't going to mess with it while I was here, but I really want to try and figure out what the hell."

"Yeah, if you want to look at your brain parasite magic book you can do it outside of Scott's house."