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Throw the bookholder at them
Yvette is dropped in Beacon Hills
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Yvette has finished her latest novel a bit earlier than she expected (she ended up skimming it because the author spent far too many words on purple prose for the love interest), and there's nothing good on TV to fill the gap, wasting time arguing with people on the internet doesn't appeal, and she actually still really wants to spend time with a story, okay. Just - a better one. One that does not have a meandering mess of a plot and a romantic plot tumor that's completely devoid of personality in either member, or literally any chemistry between them whatsoever. She needs to wash away the icky book with a better one.

She has a bike route to the nearest library memorized for exactly this reason. She calls to her mom where she's going, and then out she goes, to return this waste of a perfectly good tree and see if she can replace it with something that's actually interesting.

While browsing the shelves, something catches her eye. She turns, and thinks she spots a book that has some kind of strange shimmery cover that changes when the viewer moves. Huh. Okay, bit gimmicky for her taste, but she has to at least look at it to scoff at it properly. Her fingers only brush the spine of the book for half a heartbeat before they pass through the book entirely. It, and everything else, fades to black, and the part of Yvette's mind that is not devoted to wondering whether or not this means she has to be admitted to the emergency room notices that the inky black is lit with stars. Something - twists, like someone has reached into her chest and grabbed hold of her heart and twisted, pulling it in a direction it wasn't meant to go. It doesn't hurt, though maybe it should.

The only sensible reaction to this is to open her mouth to scream. So she starts on that. As she does, the stars fade and the black lightens and gravity twists. She has the comfort of managing to get out a scream before she hits the ground. The same observational part of her mind that noted the stars discerns that the ground feels like concrete instead of cheap, easy-to-clean carpet. What?

She pushes herself up, and tries to figure out where she fell and if anyone is nearby to maybe get her to a hospital, because this is not okay.

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The boy strapped to the table seems to agree that this is not okay.

He is screaming in pain.

He also seems to be making a face.

 

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It's a very disturbing face.

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The woman standing above him lifts her gaze sharply.

"Honestly, you'd think Allison could pick better friends," she says, sighing.

 

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"What," says Yvette. "Are you doing to him?!"

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"Don't worry, dear. I'll get to you in a minute. Lydia, wasn't it?"

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"Don't touch her!"

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She is briefly distracted from going to her phone by 'Lydia.'

"What? No. Who's Lydia?"

But not very distracted. Phone: dial 911...?

"Did I just get kidnapped by a crazy serial killer, I feel very much like I just got kidnapped by a crazy serial killer."

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"I didn't know you were such a good actress. Appearing out of thin air just screams supernatural, which means you are a threat to this town. And that means it falls to me to deal with you."

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C'mon, 911. Be dialed already. She couldn't have dialed it wrong, surely? She tries again.

"... Okay, explain to me what you saw, because what I know is I was at the library and poked a book and had a, a, dizzy spell of some sort, blacked out, and then I am falling out of the air here and I am terrible confused and very alarmed by the guy you have strapped to the table!"

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The guy strapped to the table seems to be feeling quiet.

Now that she's less disoriented, Yvette can see that the metal walls, the lamp behind the crazy serial killer, and the vaporizer, resting on a small table next to the chair that Ms. Serial Killer may have been using. Or she was trying to murder it. Who knows.

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"This guy is a werewolf. He will kill you and me if given the chance. You also look remarkably like one of my daughter's only friends in this godforsaken town, and I don't believe in coincidences."

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"A werewolf," says Yvette blankly.

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A werewolf, apparently.

A very drowsy one.

"Vapor..." he mumbles.

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"Yes, a werewolf. I understand that you are new here, but now is not the time to explain this to you. I am a hunter. I protect people from these monsters. Any more questions?"

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"You seem awfully sure he's a monster, when earlier, when you threatened to hurt me, he said, quote, 'don't touch her.' Doesn't seem super monstrous to me, even if he's a bit fluffy."

Vapor, okay. So the vapor thing is some kind of drug that's hurting the - apparent werewolf? If this were - she doesn't know, some kind of fiction, she is talking to a misguided werewolf hunter that has the good-but-misunderstood werewolf at her mercy. So she needs to get the vapor thing away from the werewolf, and, what? Run away into the sunset? ... She'll figure something out that's better than that, surely.

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"He has been taking advantage of my daughter for months!"

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The boy isn't doing much talking, or moving, now.

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Okay. Noted. Also noted: her cellphone is not able to dial 911. What the hell, cellphone, she trusted you. Clearly she has to do something that is not the sensible thing, because the apparently-werewolf seems to be having some trouble. So far, he has displayed more good character traits in two sentences than this woman has managed in all of her monologuing, and seems to be dying or at least isn't the aggressor. She'll fall on his side.

"Taking advantage in what sort of -"

And then, because no one expects someone to interrupt themselves, she throws her useless cellphone at the woman's face and lunges for the vapor thingy that she would surely be able to name if she did literally any drugs.

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The woman reacts gracefully, but she's not as fast as the werewolf.

By the time the drug paraphernalia hits the floor, he's ripping apart the bindings around his hands and feet. 

His eyes flash yellow, though his face has returned to a more human state.

"Run!"

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"Yep!" she agrees, and she turns and bolts.

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The woman stays behind, clutching her hair.

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"Scott! What's going on? Derek and his pack are circling the building, we have to go!"

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"Oh, hey Lydia! Hi, I'm just here, hanging out. What's up?"

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She shoots him a brief confused look, before the sensible part of her head says that asking the universe why people keep calling her Lydia is Not Helpful.

"Werewolf hunter had your friend strapped to a table with a depowering smoke thingy, I broke it, and now we are running - who is Derek and how scared should I be of him, I am out of cellphones to throw at people -"

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"Okay. You are not Lydia, so I want to know who you are, but that's probably not what's first. Scott, scale of Peter to Deaton?"

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"We can trust her long enough to protect her from the hunters and the pack, Stiles. Derek is the alpha of a werewolf pack that wants to kill Jackson, a classmate of ours. Lydia's ex-boyfriend. Hopefully he doesn't try anything after we rescue him."

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"Awesome. Okay. Uh. I think I am worse than useless in any sort of - fighting thing, so unless you need me to impersonate his ex is there a place I can go hide and maybe freak out a little because what is going on?!"

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"We couldn't ask you to impersonate Lydia! Just, stay with Stiles while I get Jackson. Everything is being taken care of."

He rushes to another section of the warehouse.

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"Yeah, I was totally not thinking of asking you to impersonate Lydia. Uh, I'm Stiles. You're new around here?"

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"Yes. Yes I am. Hi, I'm Yvette. Do people ordinarily get removed from libraries and dropped in the middle of dramatic young-adult fiction-esque moments around here?"

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"If we're in any fiction it's definitely a schlocky horror movie. And this doesn't usually happen to us, it's mostly wolf packs and hunters here."

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"Great. Schlocky horror movie. If I showed up to die in the first half hour I am going to be really pissed."

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"Yeah, someone already killed Laura Palmer. You're probably safe."

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Scott returns at a run, with an unconscious boy over his shoulder.

"Stiles, start the car!"

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"Hop in, we're skipping this fight."

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"Yay, let's hope this isn't about to be a quick time event filled chase sequence," she mutters, because snark is about her only coping mechanism, okay.

Into the car she goes!

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"Press 'X' to not get murdered in a warehouse."

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"The Sheriff. On your scale."

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"What, really? Already? You barely know her!"

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"Thank you?" she says, blinking. "I - think?"

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"He trusts you. Your judgment, your intent. He just doesn't want you to know all our secrets. That is way too much trust, Scott! She could be a sleeper agent sent by the Argents! She could be a mermaid who wants to steal your soul! She could be a god from beyond the veil who plans to destroy reality from the inside!"

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"I was in danger, she saved me. She's in danger, we're saving her."

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"Well, thank you for that. I am very glad I broke the smoke thingy." Pause. "Also, if I were a god from beyond the veil, I would have picked a better entrance than that, I would want to be at least a little bit theatrical. Come on now."

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"Hear that, Scott? She's theatrical. Good plan."

 

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"Stiles, we don't let people die. That's Derek."

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Yvette - giggles a little.

And then it turns slightly hysterical and she carefully tips forward to bury her head in her hands and giggle.

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Stiles drives.

His eyes are staying on the road, and not on the girl who looks like his childhood crush.

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Scott turns from the passenger seat towards Yvette.

"Hey, we're going to figure this out. I know you're far from home, even if I don't know how far, but we can figure it out together. You'll have support here as long as you need it."

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"Thanks," she mumbles. "I'm. I'll be okay, really, I just need a minute. Thank you. You are good at being a friendly neighborhood werewolf, five stars."

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"You and what cash, Scott? Where are you going to put her?"

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"Stiles, not now."

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"No, really, you and what job? I know Deaton doesn't pay you enough, and the hospital isn't going to hire you."

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"I can find a way, just let me think."

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"You realize we still have Jackson in the trunk of our car? Do you realize that, Yvette? We have a body in our trunk."

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"I do, in fact, realize that." She sighs, and sits up. "You could just let me borrow a cellphone and we can all see if 'calling my parents' works."

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"How did you teleport here, anyway? Why is nobody asking that?"

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"Stiles, drop it!"

His eyes flash yellow and his voice drops to a growl.

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"Scott, it's okay. I'm fine. He does deserve to know." Deep breath. "I touched a book in the public library that looked odd," she sighs. "I had a weird - thing. Happen. Like passing out or falling into space for a brief instant. And then, poof, teleportation, welcome to the warehouse, press X to throw cellphone."

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"Why does she get to be the protagonist?"

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"Shut up and drive."

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"You owe me."

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"We can save Star Wars for something bigger."

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Snort.

"Movies you haven't seen?"

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"You try talking sense into this one, I've given up."

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"I might be busy putting food on the table. Since I now have two strays to take in."

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"Listen. Star Wars has Han Solo. I can stand to go without a meal once or twice if it means you get to see Han Solo."

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"Han shot first."

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"Damn straight he did."

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"Wait, wasn't Luke the one you had a crush on?"

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"I did not have a crush!"

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"Yeah, okay. Focusing on the road now, since it actually loves and respects me."

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Yvette snickers a perfectly not-hysterical giggle.

"Seriously though. Can I borrow a cellphone? And see if I can just call my parents?"

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"Here, go ahead."

Scott hands her a flip phone.

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She makes a mild 'what is this' expression at the flip phone, but doesn't comment on it otherwise.

She opens the flip phone, and frowns. That was not the date it was before.

"... Hey, quick question. What year is it?"

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"2009, anno Domini. Are you from a cheesy science-fiction show instead of a schlocky horror thriller?"

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"Nope, ten minutes into the future adventure movie. As in, 2016." She returns the phone to Scott. "In retrospect I shouldn't have thrown my cellphone. Shoe, maybe."

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"Where are you from? Will there be a younger Yvette somewhere?"

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"Lancaster, Pennsylvania. And, I don't know, maybe. But she would be about ten." Pause. "Where are we?"

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"Beacon Hills, California. Try not to die! That's the town slogan."

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Snort.

"How incredibly cheering, I am incredibly cheered."

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"Scott, where am I steering this thing?"

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"Who would take Jackson's body off us no questions asked, and would be willing to let us put mountain ash around his house?"

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"No, we are not telling Danny."

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"Yes, Danny. Now that that's settled, I need to call my mom and ask if Yvette can stay with us until we can book a hotel and find her parents."

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"Thanks. Before we actually book anything anywhere strange I should look them up to see if they, uh, exist. You have Google in 2009, right?"

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"What kind of awful time wouldn't have Google?"

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"Most of human history. Okay, we're here. I'm going to talk to Danny. Be right back."

He gets out of the car.

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"You might have gained werewolves through a dark ritual that sacrificed Google to the fluff god. I don't know, I just got here."

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"I don't know about fluff gods. I've been checking periodically for Minerva and Freyr and Sarasvati. We probably have mermaids and gnomes too. Big world."

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"Is there a line of mythology the - big world tends to follow so far? Or is it just. All of them?"

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"So far we've seen werewolves and not much else, but there's definitely more out there. Lately there's a weird reptile monster. Probably Jackson. I think we should kill him before he turns again. And the werewolves don't fit any specific myths we have. A little French, a little Germanic."

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"... Wait, back up. 'Should kill him'? Is he very dangerous, and are you very sure it's Jackson?"

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"Well, I'm not Derek. We did make sure it wasn't Lydia, and we're working on making sure it's Jackson."

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"I just can't believe Scott is trying this hard to protect him."

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She can. Friendly neighborhood werewolf: definitely the Designated Hero of this story.

"Why?" she wonders.

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"He blackmailed Derek into biting him and now he's ungrateful because thanks to his personality flaws he's turning into something else. And now he's a serial killer. With scales."

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"Does he intend to be a serial killer, or is it. 'Oh no my dark side is too strong and now I murder people'?"

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"Unclear. Ask again later." 

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"Unbelievable! He's flirting with him!"

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"... What?"

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Scott jogs back to the car, knocking on the window.

Stiles roils it down.  

"Okay, he says he'll do it. I'll get Jackson inside, you get started on the mountain ash. Yvette, you can stay in the car, come inside, or watch Stiles make the circle."

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She considers. If this were a horror movie, what option would not get her killed?

She is not liking any of her options.

"Circle, I guess. Is it going to - delizard him?"

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"What, no! It's going to keep him trapped in the house with Danny and keep Derek and his pack trapped outside." 

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Scott opens the trunk and hoists Jackson's limp body over his shoulder. 

It seems to be developing scales.

 

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"Oh," says Yvette. "Right. Okay. Is there a way to delizard him?"

She gets out of the car to follow, assumingly, Stiles.

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Stiles, eyes firmly ahead, is dropping some kind of greyish powder in a circle around the house. 

He seems excited.

 

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"We haven't found a way yet. We'll get there."

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"All right. And he won't kill Danny while in there with him?"

Following: she is not very useful to what Stiles is doing, but she is not going to be in the car when the werewolves show up, thanks.

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"No. Whatever is going on is part of some revenge plot. Jackson has someone telling him who to target, so Danny will be safe."

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There is a howl, coming from a nearby rooftop. 

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"Stiles, move faster."

 

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Stiles: moves faster.

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"No way to split the work...?" she asks, nervously.

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"I am not teaching you how to do this right now!"

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Scott, now fully transformed, stands in front of the door.

Two more howls join in, from across the street. 

Yvette can see a boy and a girl, about the same age as Scott and Stiles. 

They are fully transformed as well.

Everyone who has claws has them out.

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"Fine," she says, and then she shuts up because aaaaaaa.

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Stiles has circled the house.

He seems quite pleased with himself. Scott steps out of the way.

The circle is complete.

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Awesome. Yvette will watch the new werewolves and see if they are going to jump at her to maul her or something. This does not require talking.

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No mauling. They're already gone.

 

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"Yvette, are you alright?"

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"She'll be fine. Want to learn how to keep out werewolves?"

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"I'm fine," she agrees. She turns to Stiles. "Yes."

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"First things first. You need a place to stay tonight. Is my house alright? Stiles, can you lend me your laptop?"

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"Sure. You realize I could just give her my phone? She can use Google on that."

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"Your house is fine. My dad should be Googleable if he exists, it shouldn't take very long."

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Yvette, phone. Phone, Yvette.

There is Google! There is also a 3GS iPhone. 

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Gosh, what will she do with this computing power.

 

After a few minutes of searching, she sighs and hands the phone back.

"Nope. No parents. I checked them both. No me, either, but that's less of a surprise."

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"I'm sorry. You can stay with me until we turn something better."

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"Good. This isn't the best world to exist in."

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She... glances at Stiles but doesn't have a reply to that statement.

"Thanks, Scott. I appreciate it. Um. You mentioned your mom? Is she okay with it, too?"

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"I can talk to her. We can say that you need a place to stay until you can convince your parents to let you come home again."

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"Are you going to tell your mom she's a lesbian?"

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"... I mean. If that seems the best way to get me a place to stay, sure? I can be a lesbian. But - we can't just tell your mom 'Hey this girl dropped out of nowhere'...?"

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"My mom doesn't know about any of this. It would be a long night. If there's another reason you love your parents but they won't let you stay with them, we can use that."

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"I'm concerned about the girl that I look like and how whatever lies we tell will affect her."

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"Oh. Yeah. I kind of forgot about Lydia."

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"Kind of a recurring pattern with you."

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"Thanks for that. Maybe Dr. Deaton has a place for you?" 

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"Scott. We're not storing a girl in the vet clinic."

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"I mean, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if I had a place to sleep and shower. ... Why does your mom not know about all of this, exactly?"

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"I can't tell her that I turned into a monster last fall!"

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"Clinic it is!"

Stiles starts driving.

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"Why not?" wonders Yvette. "Do you not trust her to keep your secret too?"

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"Of course I trust her. I just don't know what she would do."

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"Well, do you know what she would do if you turned up at home with several lizard bites in you...? Or if the person in control of the lizard got them out of the circle, and decided that since you are not breakable your family is filled with better targets?"

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"If she kicks you out you can always come live with us."

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"You think I should explain everything?"

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"If you think she won't freak out and toss you to the government to be experimented on, or throw you out, or fall into a deep suicidal depression? Yes. She has resources you don't have, she has every reason to help you, and I get the impression that she loves you and would want to help keep you as safe as possible while doing dangerous things, which she can't do if she's in the dark."

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"Scott, think this through. Just because an admittedly cute girl tells you to do something-"

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Scott pulls out his phone.

He dials. 

"Mom? I'm bringing someone over, she needs a place to stay tonight. I know, but I'll tell you as soon as we get there. I have something important to tell you. I know, I know. Love you too. Bye."

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"Okay then, I wasn't expecting you to do that right then, uh. For the record, I am definitely up for you thinking things through, that wasn't a 'do it right now because I have good arguments' kind of deal, but. Okay."

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"Scott, you just told Danny and your mom. We are not doing my dad next. If anyone, we should tell Lydia."

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"Yes, probably, but is she trustworthy or do you just think she's hot?"

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"Lydia is a brilliant mathematician, strategic thinker, and knows more mythology, science and history  than you do. We're bringing her in."

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"You think she's cute. She's also something, we don't know what it is, and it could be dangerous. You were the one who brought up sleeper agents. And anyway, Danny already knew."

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"You just think he's cute. And whatever's going on with Lydia, she needs our help."

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Sigh.

"Does she need our help literally right now?" wonders Yvette.

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"No, alright, I get it. I'm just the driver. We'll be at his house soon."

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"Oh, thanks. I forgot to tell you to change course."

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Driving. 

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Yvette would normally try to say that she is not dismissing Stiles's idea, or even Lydia, but actually they should stagger their dramatic moments a bit, break it up for their sanity instead of having everything happen in a cascade after a very stressful night.

But she kind of doesn't want to talk to Stiles right now. She needs to save some social energy for Scott's mom, and he's been unceasingly rude. She'll handle Stiles later.

If no one is going to talk, she's going to lean back in her chair and close her eyes and wonder why her.

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She can wonder in relative peace.

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Scott seems to have fallen silent as well.

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Excellent. She can just. Have a moment to think, then.

What even was that book, it looked - no, it felt important in some way. She needs to figure out what it was so she can see about getting home, or -

She sees a hint of something, behind her eyelids. A flash of shining gold and starry blue, swirling and shifting just like a book she saw. It solidifies in front of her as if she were sitting in darkness and it was the only light in the room.

Her eyes snap open and she inhales in a gasp.

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Stiles glances in the mirror but doesn't say anything.

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"Everything okay back there?"

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"I," she begins, and then she stops. "Nothing is currently going wrong, but I think the book is in my head. Or at the very least hiding behind my eyelids, augh."

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"You really one know how to pick 'em, Scott. 'The Sheriff', sure."

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"What book?"

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"The, teleporty book that I touched. That dropped me in front of you."

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"What's your universe like? Mostly like this one?"

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"It's in your head?"

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"Or something! I closed my eyes and it just - appeared. Like I was looking at it in front of me and could reach out and touch it." Pause. "And - yes, mostly like this one so far, though if there were werewolves I didn't know of them."

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"We're here. You guys can talk inside. Good night, Yvette." 

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"Uh, yeah. Yvette, knock on the door and I'll be there in a minute. I need to talk to Stiles."

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"Right. Okay. Good night, Stiles, thank you for the ride." But not the commentary.

Out she gets, and to the door she walks.

She hesitates (What will she say?) and then knocks.

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"Hi! You must be Scott's friend. Come on, sit down. Do you want something, water, coffee, anything?"

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"Hi," she says, smiling gratefully. Look! An adult! Not an angsty teenager! She is so relieved. "Thank you so much. I, um, just water please?"

In she goes, to sit down. Excellent. Parenting. She needs to be parented at right now.

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"Would you tell me about yourself? All I know is that you're looking for somewhere to stay."

She hands Yvette a glass of water. 

"Scott didn't explain much over the phone. I swear, that boy- I don't know where his kindness comes from, but he's as tight-lipped his dad."

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Little smile.

"I'm Yvette, I'm, uh. From Pennsylvania. It's nice to meet you." She sounds so incredibly inane, why does she sound so inane. "I nagged Scott into deciding to explain more things to you, actually."

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"I think I probably appreciate that very much."

She glances at the door. 

"What's keeping him?"

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"He's talking with Stiles about... something. I'm not sure what." Maybe Stiles is getting yelled at for being excessively rude, that would be wonderful.

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Scott comes in, slamming the door. 

He startles slightly, glancing at it.

"Hey mom, Yvette. Sorry about the delay."

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"It's okay," says Yvette. Do not say 'Did you yell at Stiles,' that is not helpful. "Your mom's really nice, I like her."

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"Hear that? She thinks I'm cool."

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"Yeah, I heard her."

He sits down.

"Yvette, did you want anything to eat?"

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"No, I'm all right. Thank you though." Pause. "... Should I go, I don't know. Watch TV while you talk with your mom?"

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"If you'll be more comfortable, yeah."

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"Mom, there's something I've been keeping from you. Since late fall."

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Yvette thinks she needs to hear this too, but uh. She will give them some privacy, it's kind of a family thing. Up she gets, with a reassuring smile to Scott's mom.

She finds a television and turns it on and is briefly delighted at how the SciFi channel does not have the stupid name! Aaaaaaa she is so excited, this was the best idea ever. In honor of this, she will watch the SciFi channel. Not Syfy yaaaaay!

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The conversation in the kitchen is hushed.

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"Scott, how many lies have you told me the past few months? Where did this girl even come from?" 

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Nnnnngh she is so sorry, Scott's cool mom.

Focus on the bad science fiction, it will be okay. Probably. She turns up the volume a tad, but doesn't expect it to help.

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She can't hear whatever Scott says in response.

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"Of course not, you're still my son. Who else would take care of you, your father?"

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"I just need some time to think." 

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See, look. Moms: if they're good ones, they get it.

Also lalalala SciFi channel lalalala.

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Melissa walks in.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to know if you want Scott's bed or mine."

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Television can go off now. She was not invested.

"I'll be fine with the couch," she assures. "Really, it's fine, I don't want to turn either of you out of your beds."

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"If you're sure. I'm guessing you don't have any clothes with you?"

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"Only what I'm wearing. I have my wallet and my keys, too, but nothing else. "

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"Okay. Tomorrow we can buy something for you. How old are you?"

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"Seventeen."

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"Oh, good. I suppose I'm technically obligated to enroll you in high school. How do you feel about that?"

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"Me and what identity?" she wonders. "I mean, I'm not against it, I went to high school before, but. I am not sure how to actually explain myself to anyone, let alone an unfeeling bureaucracy."

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"That part shouldn't be hard, if you want to go that way. We apparently have magic on our side."

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Scott peeks in tentatively.

"Hey, how are you settling in?"

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"Hi. I'm all right." She hums thoughtfully. "I think if I go to high school I need to have a, a - cover identity that makes sense, and for that I think I'd need to talk to Lydia. Or get some kind of magic thing that'll make me not look a lot like her."

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"She has a birthday party tomorrow. You probably shouldn't come there, since people might see you, but we can bring you to her after it's over."

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Nod.

"... Is there likely to be a problem with the - hunter? She thought I was Lydia. She might cause her some problems."

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"...The hunter is just worried about her daughter. Mom, let's do this upstairs."

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"'Let's do this upstairs?' You didn't mention any hunters, Scott, we'll do this wherever I want to do this!"

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... Oh. Um. Oops.

Yvette winces.

"Uh," she says. "Scott, do you want me to help - explain things?"

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"That might be nice."

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The phone rings.

Melissa glares at Scott and goes to pick it up.

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"So what have you told her so far?"

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"I told her what I am, showed her what we look like, tilde about the kanima and about Lydia's immunity and about Derek and his pack."

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"Hello? Yeah, I'm his mom, what's this about? Oh, you're Allison's mom! I've heard a lot about your daughter!"

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"... Is the kanima the lizard thing, and what is Lydia immune to?"

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"Put me on the phone."

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Yvette gives him a confused look. Especially with that expression of his.

"... The lady I hit with the cellphone?" she guesses, because damn she is confused.

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"I'm sure. He says he wants to talk to you too."

Melissa gives her son the phone. 

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"Yeah, this would be her. Jackson is the kanima, Lydia is immune to werewolf bites. Give us a few minutes alone, mom?"

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"Yvette, stay or go. If you stay, I put it on speakerphone and you stay quiet."

He takes the phone. 

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Melissa scowls, clearly not happy with this, but heads upstairs.

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She resists asking the question How did you find out Lydia was immune to werewolf bites because that is not relevant right now. She shuts her mouth and she nods.

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"Hello, Mrs. Argent. I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly, I know you would have liked to have some more time with me."

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Now, of course, everyone can hear each other quite clearly. 

"How does your mother feel about your eavesdropping habit, Mr. McCall? You must have heard everything I said to her."

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"My mother has been very supportive through the recent changes in my life. I hope Allison feels the same way about you." 

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Well, style points to Scott, Yvette approves.

She stays shushed, but she listens.

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"Just because you are a slavering beast does not mean you have to bring my child down to your depths! You know my family cannot abide by your kind in our town. We will kill every werewolf in Beacon Hills."

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"Are you a hunter or a mother first? You might have to choose, someday soon."

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"Is that a threat?"

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"I don't take life when I can avoid it. There are other werewolves in town who want an excuse to fight, and you killing the local omega gives them the pretext to strike." 

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Eyebrow raise. Of course he's the local omega, Stiles was wrong, this isn't a schlocky horror movie, it's a teen drama.

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"What did you do with the girl? How long until the police turn up her body?"

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"She's alive, and safe. Far away from you and yours. What are you going to do next?"

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"I am going to talk to my daughter, and after tomorrow's party, any truce in this town is over. Sleep well, Scott."

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She waits until after Mrs. Argent has definitely hung up, then:

"Charming woman. It wouldn't help if I were to wave at her and say 'hello, I'm safe'?"

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"No. If I haven't hurt you yet, it's because you're a monster too. It's better she thinks I sent you out of the action. She knows you can't be Lydia, so she's wondering what you are."

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"All right, fair enough. And the truce being over means just what it sounds like, open war in - whatever this town is?"

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"Beacon Hills. Enjoy your stay, sorry about all the arson and monsters."

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Snort.

"What's her daughter's opinion about all of this?"

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"Allison loves her family. She could never reject them."

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"... That's not really an answer, especially when paired with how Mrs. Attempted Murder mentioned that you were - taking advantage of her daughter?" Pause. "I don't think you are, I think she's a crazy zealot, but it seems like there is more to this than just that."

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"Allison and I were dating. She found out I was a werewolf. She wanted to keep dating. She found out her parents were hunting werewolves, which I hadn't told her about since she thought he was a barely legal arms dealer and she was doing something in fashion. Then she wanted to keep dating in secret. Then she decided that me trying to set her up on dates with other guys was too secret, so she wanted to kind of break up."

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"Today her mom, who became principal to watch us at school, saw us kissing and tried to kill me. Any more questions?"

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"... I beg your pardon, you did what?"

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"What? Which part?"

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

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"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."

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"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."

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"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. 

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

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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. 

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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."

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"Thanks. Sleep well, Yvette."

He heads upstairs. 

 

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"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.

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

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

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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?

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

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

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

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

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"Stiles!"

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"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!" 

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"Stiles."

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"Whatever. I'm a dick. Sorry." 

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"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.

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"...Yes?"

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"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."

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"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."

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

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"I'm going to get Lydia's present ready. See you at the party, or not."

He punches Scott's arm in what might be an affectionate gesture, for any other boys their age.

 

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Scott silently watches him leave.

"Okay, so do you want me to let you think?"

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"... What, right now?"

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"Well, if you think it's dangerous I can leave you alone as soon as you finish breakfast. Otherwise, we can find something to do until the party's over. Or I can go, let you work on it then?"

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Breakfast is eggs and waffles, with maple syrup for anyone who wants some.

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Nyom. Food.

"I think," she says, musingly, "I want to take a shower, brush my teeth, then go get some new clothes and general living supplies. Then, we find a spot that's out of the way and I see about poking the book?" Pause. "Also, thank you so much for feeding me, this is delicious."

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"Thanks. I like taking care of people."

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"There's a towel and some of my mom's clothes ready for you. I'll leave the bathroom and you can figure it out from there. Then we can go out and buy you something."

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"Works for me. You supervising me while I shower would be too weird for me, sorry."

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"Um, I didn't- I mean, uh. Yeah. Have fun."

 

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Do not tease the friendly neighborhood currently involved with someone else werewolf, Yvette. Bad.

"Mhm. ... Sorry, filter's a bit broken, Stiles is a bad wake up greeting."

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"Stiles is a good friend. I've relied on him all my life. We fit together. I'm sorry he's been unforgivably rude to you, but this isn't his best."

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"He did seem like he was under a lot of stress," she agrees.

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"Yeah. Anyway, hopefully my mom's clothes don't fit you too badly. Then you'll look presentable enough to buy ones that fit better."

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Smile. "Yeah. I can just wear these again if they don't, it's just not what I'd prefer."

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"Okay. I'm going to wash the dishes, you can shower when I'm done. In the meantime, we have some magazines if you want to try to find out what's different about current events here?"

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"I'm not sure I'd remember everything from seven years ago, specifically - I can name some future disasters that happened in my world, but."

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"No, don't. We won't be able to get anyone to take us seriously any time soon, and they might not even happen. If we're lucky."

 

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"... Some of them are more preventable, if I were in the right place at the right time, but - yes." Sigh. "I'll look. My first prediction, as honorary possible future person, is the the SciFi channel will change its name. The new name will be spelled S-Y-F-Y, and it will be terrible."

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"Oh! That's awful, I bet."

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"So awful," she agrees. She finishes the last bit of breakfast, and then goes to read magazines to see if the current events sound familiar.

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They do!

Most of the world seems oddly unconcerned with werewolves and kanimas.

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Scott washes dishes, humming.

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"Is there a - particular reason why all of this magic stuff hasn't gotten out? It seems. Rather obvious?"

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"Most people who grow up in this town never find out about any of it."

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"... Okay," she says. "Well, most of the stuff I recognize checks out, though I admit I cannot tell the accuracy of," she peers at a magazine, "how many times Lindsay Lohan has broken up with Samantha Ronson."

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"Yeah, that's fair. You can always do deeper research later to make sure science looks how you remember it too, though. Anyway, I'll let you go. I'll still be downstairs when you finish."

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"Mhm."

And then: showering. She doesn't fit too badly in Scott's mom's clothing, so she'll go with that for the shopping trip.

Once that's done, she goes downstairs and says, "Hey, ready to go have the most low key shopping montage of all time?"

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"Sure. I'll drive, since you don't exist and everything. Your world has drivers' licenses, right?"

Scott goes outside.

And hops on his motorcycle.

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... Um. Okay. Right. Of course he has a motorcycle.

"Yes, it has drivers' licenses, I even have one. Uh. Do. You have a passenger helmet?"

Because if she dies on a fucking motorcycle in a land of werewolves and magic she will be pissed.

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"Uh, yeah, sorry, it's in the garage. Stiles never rides along, so I haven't used it much."

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Nod. She fetches the helmet, puts it on, and then. ... Looks at the motorcycle with trepidation.

It's just a motorcycle. The werewolf driving it is probably more dangerous.

Aaaaugh.

She stiffly gets on.

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Scott glances back at her before they leave.

"It's probably best if you put your arms around my waist."

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Ngggggh.

"Please tell me this will not turn into a horrible misunderstanding with your girlfriend," she mutters, but there goeth the arms. "I am allergic to teen drama."

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"Um. Maybe I should go to the party and apologize? But she won't be jealous, I don't think."

 

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"Okay, awesome. Then. Away..?"

Do not whimper. Do not whimper. Do not. (Aaaaa.)

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Away!

Eventually, after much wind blowing through everyone's hair, they arrive.

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It is awful and Yvette is relieved to be off of it. She never thought she'd be so grateful to see a Target sign, and here they are.

"Right," she says, once she is off of the speedy metal unshielded deathtrap and free of having to tip sideways while turning. "Shopping. Yes. Follow me please."

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Scott follows...willingly?

He seems quite happy to hold anything she needs him to hold, though.

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She has a cart for that, but he can push it if he likes.

Yvette is not the type of shopper that meanders. She knows her size, knows what colors and cuts look good on her, picks things out, and then it is off to the changing room. She tries things on, she hands the ones she looks terrible in to the clerk that is in charge of collecting rejected clothes, and then considers and decides that she requires more clothes. So she does it again. This time, with a better idea of where to find things, and then tries those on. Then they're done, Scott is free.

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Once he's finished buying Yvette's new clothes, they head home.

On his motorcycle.

"Hey, do you need my help with anything else? I was thinking I should go to the party since Stiles and Allison both are."

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Augh motorcycle noooooooooooo.

"Uh, I might need you to point me at your washer and dryer so I can wash these, but laundry's easy. I am not sure you'd get much out of me staring at the book? Is there something you could help with there if something goes wrong?"

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"Maybe? I heal faster, if that helps, and I can take away your pain."

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"Not proper healing, though?"

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"No, sorry. Should I go then?"

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"Yeah, s-" and the stop light they were at has gone from red to green and they are moving and she has to quiet a perfectly justified eep. "... Sure. Yes. That."

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When they get home, he offers his arms should she need help getting off the bike.

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Nnngh no she will get off of this awful metal deathtrap on her own power she has beaten it.

She takes a deep breath and composes herself, once she is away from the monstrosity and then says, "Thanks for this, it was very helpful. Have fun at the party!"

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attends the party.

 

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And Yvette goes and starts on laundry, then picks a quiet spot outside to sit and peer at her book. She closes her eyes and tries not to feel too anxious.

The book appears, shining from the darkness. She - could have sworn she remembered the front cover having some kind of symbol on it, but no such symbol is there that she can see. Only shifting and swirling star-filled blue. The edges of the pages are gilded with gold. Yvette had thought of maybe trying to draw the book, seeing if she could look it up somewhere that way, but its sheer lack of distinguishing marks makes it near impossible. 'I am looking for a starry blue book with gold edges'?

She stares at it for a little while, feeling like she is missing something. It gets really old, really quickly. Is it just going to sit there, stalking her? Can she - she can't see her hands, but it's as clear to her eyes as if it were in front of her. Maybe something will happen if she reaches out and touches it. Her hands brush against something and oh no did this actually work it seemed insane. But she continues on anyway, because look book she was on a motorcycle today, you have no power here. As soon as she has a firm grip on the book, she opens an eye.

There is the book. Definitely in her actual vision instead of hiding behind her eyelids. She wonders if only she can see it. This might have been a good use for Scott, but... Well. Bit late now, isn't it. She might be the only one seeing this, or she might not. If she had her cellphone, she'd take a picture and see if other people could see it, but - nope. But it's still worth studying, even if it's just in her head. Now, she can open it, and see if it unleashes an explosion or not.

It opens with a faint burst of light, and for half a second Yvette fears that she did unleash an explosion. But the light fades to something more manageable. The pages are black and almost seem to eat light, but the shining writing is perfectly visible. It - doesn't have words in it. It has twisting, glittering white symbols and swirling arcs and a thousand stars. If she saw it in another context, she'd think that it belonged to some master artist that was trying to make some kind of inscrutable statement. It would be worthy of lots of rich people wandering by and pretending to know what it meant, surely.

Unlike them, though - Yvette actually knows. She's not sure how, but she can tell that the swirl on the left side of the first page is a statement of introduction, and the twists that branch off of it say that this book is hers. And then the multi-circled design thing on the right is -

She slams the book shut and backs away.

What the hell. How the fuck can she read that. When did it shove the ability to read its insane swirly art gibberish in her head? When it dropped her into this insane werewolf world? ... When it reached and grabbed something-like-her-heart and twisted? What else is this book that promises to be hers planning to do to her? Because she knows how this goes, the mysterious magical artifact promises to belong to someone while twisting them into something they're not, and bam. Then you have Sauron. She does not want to be anything like Sauron. Even if she wants power to protect herself, to stop whatever weird werewolf drama's going on so badly she feels like she might scream.

She hesitates, then decides that she should not leave the eldritch book outside where anyone could get it, and tentatively picks it up to put inside. She'll get a sticky note or something. 'Do not touch, is probably evil.'

Sticky note goes onto the book, and then she goes to have herself a perfectly sensible freakout in the living room. There is no crying involved, thankfully, but there's a lot of fear and worry about what it wants from her. Then, because someone can only do that for so long, there is channel surfing to have some kind of noise that is not coming from her own head to distract her from the book. She finds something tasteful on the history channel. She moves the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer, then sits down and wonders if it'll screw her sleep schedule up even more if she napped...

The book is there, behind her eyes.

She sits up with a whimper, and goes to the kitchen where she left it. No book. Just the sticky note. She rips it up and throws it away, because she has to rip something up to make herself feel better, and she's not pissing off the eldritch book.

Is Scott or his mom coming home soon? Please? She is feeling very alone with the terrifying book, she would like someone to tell her that everything is going to be okay. She'd even take Stiles.

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"Hey, I hope Scott didn't make it too hard to find clothes you wanted. I know how boys can be, I practically raised two of them."

 

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Oh thank god a normal person to talk to. She jumps a little, anyway, at the sudden introduction, but she composes herself and manages a smile.

"Hi. He was very nice, he volunteered to push the cart."

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"Good. Everything okay around here? I hope you're feeling comfortable."

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"I am, your house is very comfy." Augh she is so bad at pretending to be okay when she's not. "... I, um. Was waiting on Scott to explain his side of things, he knows it better than I do, but I can explain my weirdness to you, if you'd like to know it."

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"I would really appreciate that."

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Smile. "All right. So, uh, I am very new to this, too. Yesterday, I was visiting a library in Pennsylvania, in the year 2016. And I touched a book at this library, and it teleported me here." Pause. "And we checked, my parents don't seem to exist here, so I can't go find them."

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"You're welcome to stay with us however long you need. I'm sorry you're so far from home."

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"Thank you very much," she says. "There is a bit more than just that, though. The - book that I touched, when I close my eyes it - shows up. Like I'm seeing it floating in front of me in total darkness." She takes a deep breath. "And, as I discovered a few hours ago, I can. Summon it."

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"Do you think you should summon it? I mean, do you want to, or does it...want you to- I'm not big on this whole magic thing, are you sure it's safe?"

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"I did summon it, earlier, by - well, accident, actually. I don't know if it's safe at all, I know about as much about magic as you do. But it was, um. I opened it to see if anything was inside, because the outside was really completely empty of distinguishing characteristics and it might be my best chance of figuring out what's going on? And the writing was. Not in a language I should be able to understand. But I did anyway. And that is when I shut the book and fled."

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"A book that is not only inside your head all the time, waiting for you to close your eyes, but can make you understand new languages, seems like a really invasive book. I'll tell Scott when he gets here, he'll be able to find a way to deal with."

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"Until then, let's get you something to eat. We have ice cream, chips, leftover quesadillas, some casserole...I'm sure there are other snacks around here."

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"Um. Thanks. Casserole sounds fine to me. I haven't asked, uh - are there any things you'd like me to help out with around the house? Or things I shouldn't scavenge when I'm hungry?"

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"Don't worry about it. I have to feed Stiles anyway, and he certainly doesn't help. Besides, you're our guest."

She starts heating up the casserole.

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"All right. Thank you, then. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Cleaning, maybe."

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When it's ready, Melissa takes three plates, leaving one on the counter, and brings the other two to the table.

"Here, dig in. Scott made it, so you won't need to pretend to like it."

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Snort, but one with a smile.

"Thanks again." Nom.

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By the time they're halfway through the meal, Scott staggers in.

He looks a bit worse for the wear.

He grabs the plate and sits down quietly.

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"... Are you okay?" asks Yvette, concerned.

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"Yeah, do you need anything from us?"

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"Just some magic stuff, mom."

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"Uh huh. Is everyone safe?"

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"Everyone's safe! Thanks for having dinner ready."

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"I think I'm going to turn in for the night. Good night, Yvette. Good night, Scott." 

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"Good night," echoes Yvette.

She stays right where she is. She looks at Scott expectantly.

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"Matt, the guy I told you about? He's been controlling the kanima. He's the kanima master."

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"Oh. Have - what's happened to him, is he contained...?"

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"Not yet."

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"How did it go with the book, do you think you'll be able to help?"

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"I, um. Can summon it. And read it, actually. Except it's not in any language I should know how to read, so, I stopped reading after 'this is the introduction, this book is yours.' And, I don't know. Maybe?"

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"Oh. You're worried because it's affecting your mind? Okay, I can't ask you to use something that could hurt you. Do you think...I don't know what the Argents plan to do next, do you think you could help mediate between us? I know that's asking a lot."

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"I'm fine with attempting to mediate, if I'd be - uh, safe, but I'm not sure how I'd do as a candidate. Mrs. Argent likely doesn't remember me fondly. And - I - should check to see if you can see the book, or read it. If it's just affecting me, that's one thing, if it's affecting everyone else too, that's another."

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"Well, we might not have much time for anything. Things are coming to a head fast. I'll look at the book now, and call the Argents afterwards."

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"In case it does affect my mind, I should probably write that down."

He does.

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"... If, it's that much of an emergency, my book can wait, what do you need me to do?"

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"I don't want to put this off if it's important, I just...Matt knows we know, he's going to do something now. And the Argents are preparing for war. I can spend a night on this if I have tomorrow."

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Augh she is going to spend longer arguing with him than it would take to just summon the book and see if he can see it and read the first page -

So she sighs, and closes her eyes, and waits for it to show up.

Then she reaches out and retrieves it.

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As her hand stretches out, it darkens, as if being thrust into the most oppressive of shadows. Her hand closes over nothing, and then the shadow covering her hand swirls, moves up her hand and coalesces at the nothing she's holding. From there, it bubbles out into an impossibly black book shape. Then, little faint sparks ignite in the darkness, and brighten - burning brighter and brighter and brighter until a blinding golden-white light fills the room for an instant.

And then it fades. In Yvette's hand, there is nothing but a blue book, with shining tiny stars on the cover and gold gilding on the edges of its pages. But the blue swirls, and the stars almost twinkle.

She opens her eyes and sets it down on the table as if nothing impressive had happened at all.

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She opens her eyes to a furry, fangy, golden-eyed face.

"What was that? You didn't tell me it would do that!"

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"... Do what?" she asks, blinking. "Did. That look weird in some way?"

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"There were...there were shadow tentacles and bright, golden light and it looked very, very magic and I was worried enough when you said it was in your head, you're telling me it can keep you from noticing that?"

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"My eyes were closed? That was part of the summoning. But - it's strange I didn't see any light through my eyelids, that's. Well. Yes, apparently it can keep me from noticing that."

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"I don't like the book, Yvette. Stiles might be wrong about you, but I don't think we can trust what brought you here."

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"I don't trust it either. After I summoned it I freaked out and tried to get away from it, but it disappeared and went back to following me. It is highly disturbing, we are definitely in agreement on that front."

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He sighs.

"I guess I'm not telling you anything you don't know. Sorry. I was hoping even if it was a little dangerous, maybe we could still use it. But it's too unpredictable for something so short notice."

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"I'll call the hunters. This time, talk all you want."

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"All right," she agrees. She looks at her book, and makes a face. Looking at it out of the corner of her eye sounds like the opposite of a good idea. She scoots it away from her on the table, then moves plates so that they are between her and it. So she doesn't have to look at it.

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Bye creepy book! Nobody misses you!

Scott dials the Argents.

The phone rings. No one picks up.

 

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"... If they don't pick up, what happens?"

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"I don't know. I'm not the one who declared war."

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That's all he has time for.

"Scott, so glad to hear from you again. Is there anything you'd like to say? Pleas for mercy? Last words?"

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Right, Scott does not look like he's going to start things off well with how he's death glaring the phone, Yvette is going to try to not have this turn to something awful.

"Hello Mrs. Argent, my name is Yvette Lane, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Scott's asked me to mediate between the two of you while you talk about the future of Beacon Hills and its residents."

It would be have been so helpful if Scott had told her what he wanted from this conversation, but nooo. She had to neglect to ask. Because she's not good at this. Whatever, she'll - just - attempt to negotiate. With a grievous lack of information. And barely any experience. Why her.

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"Well, Miss Lane. I am surprised to hear from you again. I hope you haven't been mistreated. Werewolves aren't the best hosts."

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Okay she's trying to see where your loyalties are while sounding sympathetic. How to word this to sound neutral, without potentially condemning Scott, and how does she say she's human...

"I've definitely not been mistreated, but thank you for worrying. Scott promised me safety and he gave it, I'm happy to assuage any fears you have for the treatment of another human being."

Was that too stilted? That might have been too stilted. She has no practice weaving this kind of information into sentences, augh.

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"I wouldn't worry too much about anyone under my care, Principal Argent. McCalls take care of our own."

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There is a brief sound of shouting in the background.

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"A son first and an animal second. How long can you keep up the act?"

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"... Ma'am, I think focusing on what-ifs is a bad idea, everyone can potentially become a danger to the people around them. There are real, actual monsters running around, definitely hurting people. Do you know about the kanima?"

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Scott flinches, but says nothing.

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"Oh, we've heard. The Hale alpha insisted on recruiting, which is why this a concern to begin with. If he could have left humans alone, old rivalries could stay where they belong. Instead, he bit the most vulnerable teenagers he could find, and now they're violent, unstable killers."

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Oh god damn it, how much is going on that she doesn't fucking know about, there were other bite victims? Scott would it kill you to talk about literally anything important. Augh, no, this is her fault for not asking enough questions, she'll have to do better.

"As I understand it, the Hale alpha was forced to bite the individual that became the kanima, and it isn't even actively going out and killing people by itself. It's being controlled by someone else, and we know who, and want to stop them."

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"Give me the phone!"

There's a sound of a slight struggle, and a girl's voice, panting.

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"Scott? What's going on over there? Is she okay, the girl?"

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"Hey, Allison. You can talk to her yourself."

He gestures at Yvette to talk.

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"Hello! Yes, I'm quite all right. I'm Yvette, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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"Oh. She's there. Uh, hi, Yvette. I'm Allison. That was, that was my mom. She's currently going insane, so me and dad are trying to talk her down."

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"Yep, I was trying to do that too, I have barely any idea what I'm doing. My method was trying to get her pointed at the guy controlling the kanima, what's yours?"

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"Have her husband talk to her."

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"Wait, you know who the kanima master is?"

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"Uh, yeah, sorry I didn't mention this sooner, I should have called as soon as I knew. It's Matt."

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"...Yvette, do you think stopping the kanima master is the right tactic here? We don't know much about how kanimas work, just that they get attached to someone nearby and do what they want. If you can think of anything we haven't, it could be a big help."

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"Yes, if possible. We can see if we can get the kanima attached to Scott or you or something? As long as no one is giving it people to kill, it won't be killing anyone, is my understanding. And it'll buy us time to find a cure of some kind."

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Allison doesn't answer.

Yvette and Scott can hear heated whispers.

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A man takes the phone.

"Scott. Yvette. We might need to achieve a peace sooner than I expected. My father knows the family bestiary almost as well as I do, and he just left to kill the kanima master. That's how it's allegiance changes. I've been worried since he came to town that he would take things too far- I swear neither I nor my daughter will touch a hair on your heads. We need to work together."

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"Fine. A truce. Do you know where he's headed?"

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"I don't know where Matt lives, but it wouldn't surprise me if it took him minutes to find out. He'll be headed there, to kill him in his sleep."

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Aaaaaaaaaaa.

"Scott, do you know where he lives...?"

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"No. Allison, you've been there, right?"

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"Recently. I can take my dad there. Can you track us down?"

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"If that's alright."

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"Lives are kind of at stake, Scott, it's fine."

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"If you need a ride, I can stop by."

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"...My motorcycle should be faster, but thanks."

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Oh god, no. No no no no no she was on that abomination twice today that is more than enough for a lifetime she does not want to -

"Faster would be better, yes," she says anyway. Why.

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So they hang up.

Scott drives.

He seems to enjoy the experience more than she does.

He sniffs the air.

"Okay, it's harder to smell her while she's in the car but I think I have their trail," he shouts over the engine. 

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"Awesome," Yvette says, wondering why she is even here. All she can do is summon an eldritch book this is not worth the torture why has Scott chosen her to be his adventure buddy she does not think she is cut out for this kind of work if it involves motorcycles why.

But she's coming along anyway, because sitting at home wringing her hands and trying to avoid her book doesn't appeal. And maybe she can help.

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When they arrive, Mr. Argent and Mrs. Argent have guns pointed at an older man- presumably his father. 

Their daughter has a bow at the ready, aiming for his chest.  

Gerard has a knife to the throat of a kneeling boy their age.

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These people. Why.

"Hello!" says Yvette, aggressively faking good cheer because that seems likeliest to get this knife person off-guard. "Can I call a brief truce to talk before anyone does anything rash and permanent?"

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"I'm only interested in permanent. All I want in exchange for peace, is the bite. Scott, I think you'll have to be the one to administer it. Sorry about that little disagreement we had- I'm sure we can move past that for Allison, and for the town." 

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"You want the bite? I suppose we finally  see which of us deserves the Argent name."

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"I'd rather live a werewolf than die a human; this illness isn't getting any better. Now, let's make this simple. Bite me, everyone lives."

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"I can take the shot, but he'll slit Matt's throat. Your call," she says to Scott. 

And Yvette.

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Oh god damn it do any of these people know of the concept of looking for other options before escalating?! At all? In any way?!

"Would you like to live as a murderous puppet of someone else, screaming from the inside of your head as you're forced to kill, unable to control your own actions as the rest of your family hunts you down to kill you for your own good and the good of those around you?" wonders Yvette. "Because there is a chance of that," a high one, with how idiotic he's being, "and at best you'll estrange your entire family, it sounds like. You know your options aren't 'die' or 'become a werewolf,' right? Magic exists, who says it can't be used to cure illness?"

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"If magic had any solutions for me, do you think I'd even consider this? The power boost is hardly nothing, but it's not worth turning my back on humanity. Health and longevity are. Really, you've forced my hand. I can kill two birds with one stone. Eliminate the clear and present danger, and save myself in the process. The Argents will hardly declare war against the town's savior."

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"The bite is not a gift. I will not put an albatross around your neck so you can hang yourself."

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... Does Scott have some downsides to werewolfhood that Yvette isn't aware of? Or is he just being angsty because his girlfriend's parents kill them? Could go either way, really. Also, Scott, what kind of mixed metaphor was that? Yvette is mildly ashamed to be associated with you right now.

"I'm not as sure as you are that magic has no solutions for you. Do you know of all branches of magic ever? Have you, for example, heard of a blue book with stars on it and gold edging?"

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"Dad, magic isn't the answer. We can find a way to fix this, I know the latest regimen isn't working but we can find something. You have time."

"I'm not getting any younger, Chris, and you must have noticed how frequent the coughing fits are getting. Even the McCall boy noticed. Your sister was always better at doing what was necessary. I made you too soft, expecting that you would follow her. Too bad you got her killed."

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"Grandpa, please listen to her! Yvette might have something you're never heard of, no matter how much you've read."

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Yvette has a brief internal debate over whether or not she should reveal her terrifying eldritch book in front of these people. ... They all seem kind of batshit insane. The trouble with using another bad guy as a hostage is that Yvette is really starting to see the appeal of just getting them both killed. It would be tidier. But it would kill her social credit. But then, so would being the bookholder of a terrifying eldritch book of possible apocalypse, so, she's kind of in a lose-lose situation here.

Except she sort of also did reveal her hand, didn't she. Hm.

"That is a distinct possibility. Ever heard of quantum theory? Multiple universes? I'm from 2016, when I popped up in front of your daughter-in-law I was rudely transported out of my home, to here. Heard of that before?"

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"Not until today. I suppose you want me to put the weapon down."

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"Yep. I try to keep my motivations pretty straightforward, putting the weapon down would be fantastic."

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"No! Don't! We don't know how the kanima master controls it, it could attack if he has a chance to order it."

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"If you'd ever bothered to read a book, you would know that the kanima can sense the thoughts of its master. A moment of wishing someone dead is enough to destroy your enemies. I just trust my speed with this knife more than the speed of his thoughts. Teenagers in this town aren't very bright."

"I had higher hopes for the next leader of our family," he says, inclining his head to Allison.

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"... I was under the impression it was still trapped? Is it not?"

God damn it Scott if it is out of its cage and you didn't tell her she will dutifully restrain herself from strangling you, but she'll really, really want to!

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"How would any of us have trapped a kanima? No, the best thing is to kill it before it transforms, which we can do tomorrow, instead of standing around in the middle of the night betraying each other left and right."

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This is the part of the show where Yvette looks at the camera, exactly like she's in the Office. Audience, maybe you understand Yvette's pain, because these people.

She looks at Scott, and raises her eyebrows slightly. It is still trapped, right?

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"Lydia. Remember when I said you didn't have to pretend? I changed my mind. Show him how much you feel for him."

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"What."

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"Lydia," she says through gritted teeth.

"Tell Jackson, your boyfriend, your true feelings. Since humans becomes kanimas due to feeling unloved."

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Yvette is briefly at a complete loss for words. The lizard is out? The lizard is here?

She is momentarily filled with screaming and then she shuts down that part of her head and gets to work, because she's the only one present who can pull this off.

"I," she begins, and stops. How the fuck is she going to do this.

"I-I'm sorry," she continues, finding her angle, "I've been getting by not focusing on how it's him." Can she manage a sniffle? No not quite, too much burning rage. Scott you took her shopping today and went to a fucking party and you maybe could have mentioned the lizard monster was free! She settles for wrapping her arms around herself and looking down and attempting to look destitute and lost. "I, I don't want to imagine a world without him, it seems - wrong, and, and, and." Fucking hell, c'mon woman. Sob. Sob like you mean it. No? No sobs? Fine, declarations of love it is. "And I think I love him, I can't lose him now."

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The lizard, making its debut on a stage, decides to drop in.

It circles the others, hanging on her every word.

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Some seem amused by this turn of events.

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Others, cautious and watchful.

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The kanima master seems confused and angry.

Probably a good sign.

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Okay, awesome. She'll just. Keep this up. How much romantic drivel can she manage before she vomits? Let's find out!

She 'spots' Jackson and lets herself inhale sharply. Then she takes a few tentative steps forward.

"Jackson?" she says, and oh look there are her tears, fucking finally. God. You'd think she hadn't had a shitty couple of days. "I, please. Come back to me."

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'Jackson'...jumps over.

The kanima twists and turns sinuously around her, like it can't quite find a good opening to attack.

Or like it misses its girlfriend.

Who knows, really.

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Yvette has backup.

If she needs it.

If they get there in time.

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Oh god oh god oh god why.

Well she has chosen this route, let's play it through to the end and hope she doesn't die.

She reaches out and touches the kanima's face.

"I love you."

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"Hold on. I need help. If you know so much about this stuff, if you have all these books lying around, why couldn't I find anyway? When I wanted to know why wishing someone dead meant seeing their corpse? What good are any of you?"

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The kanima...is no more.

Jackson howls, for the first time.

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Chekov's gun finds its target.

Gerard falls.

The knife clatters to the ground.

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Yvette flinches at the gunshot and immediately ducks.

Also oh god what the hell did she just do, does she have to pretend to be in love with this person to keep them from murdering people? Does she have to kiss him? She hopes she doesn't have to kiss him.

She might be tempted to say something snappy here but what the hell aaaaaaaa.

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"What the hell? Aaaaa!"

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"Victoria, what did you do."

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"Right, no this is good! This is great! Let's ignore the part where I'm turning into a snake monster, great. Publish your books, give them to the masses, maybe we won't go on murder sprees! A little knowledge never killed anybody!"

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"Matt, one wrong move and you're on your knees again."

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"Sure. Shutting up about impeding kanimas."

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"Maybe if you weren't a stalker and a serial killer we'd let you talk."

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"Mr. Argent, we're going to need to take a nice, long look at your bestiary. Before tomorrow."

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa -

Okay someone just got shot how is he doing is he like, salvagable, sometimes people don't immediately die upon being shot, Yvette must check. She checks for a pulse and puts pressure on the gunshot wound, because blood loss: big deal.

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Nobody stops her.

He's not dead, just angry.

In a laughing kind of way.

"Get used to it, girl. This is Beacon Hills."

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He is bleeding awfully fast, though.

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"I can carry him to the hospital faster than most cars. I might need another werewolf's help."

He looks at Jackson.

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"Sounds fun."

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"...Let's go."

They pick up Gerard together. And run.

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Okay.

Yvette takes a moment to adjust, and then whirls on Mrs. Argent.

"What the fuck," she hisses.

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Serial killer sits down on the ground.

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Hunter continues aiming.

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"He would have taken the next opportunity he found to blackmail, extort, or threaten a werewolf to bite him.

I don't have to explain myself."

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"Yes! You do! That is what happens when you try to kill someone, you have to go and explain yourself! Have you fucking heard of the idea of, oh, I don't know. Not jumping immediately to murder whenever you're confronted with a problem that involves werewolves!"

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"Victoria. As the new leader, it's your responsibility to declare a truce. She's the closest to an emissary we're going to get."

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"A truce, then. Yvette, if Scott swears to do his best to keep the Hale pack away from us, we won't go after him and his pack for crimes they didn't commit."

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Huff. God damn it she has to put her very justified anger on hold to be responsible what is with these fucking people.

"Okay, what is defined as his pack, am I included? Is his mother? Is Stiles?"

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"There isn't much precedence for humans in a pack. As the emissary, you are included, and I imagine Jackson won't return to Derek."

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Oh right, he exists, doesn't he.

"Stiles, and everyone's parents and immediate family also get included under this blanket protection," says Yvette, not sounding like she's negotiating on it. "If one of us fucks up, you will come to me about a problem before you dispense with your justice, understand? And we will find an alternate solution that makes everyone happy."

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"Since you're the new emissary, that's what we'll do."

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"Right, mommy?"

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"Right. We'll come to talk with you first."

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"Excellent. Thank you." Huff. "Now, what non murder solutions do we have for mister 'I think using sentient beings as murder weapons is fun'?"

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"I'm not a serial killer!"

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"We'll leave that to the cops."

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"Gerard may have been right about that. We should check the bestiary. If this boy is becoming another kanima, we shouldn't give him to an unprepared police force."

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"Agreed, but I think we should also hear his side of the story too. ... And can the police force even handle 'I used a kanima to kill people'?"

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"You don't get it, none of you get it."

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"Hunters usually deal with this sort of thing ourselves."

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Eyebrow raise.

"I see."

She turns and looks at Matt.

"What don't we get?"

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"It gets in your head. It can tell who you want to hurt, who hurt you. Then it punishes them."

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"... Okay, noted. We'll check the beastiary to corroborate your story."

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Yup.

That seems to be that.

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"Well. You girls take care of him for now. I'll be at the hospital."

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"Hey, Yvette, are you going to be okay? This must have been a lot."

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"No kidding. Yeah. I'll be fine." She considers. "You might want to worry for Scott, though. I'm going to be shouting at him."

She says this in a very matter-of-fact tone.

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"Yeah, Scott has some explaining to do. I wasn't even interested in going on a date, I can fake being broken up with Scott just fine without dating! And he set me up with Matt!"

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She shakes her head. "When he mentioned that I called him out on it, but he made it sound like it was your choice too. You can help me yell at him too, if you like."

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"I didn't say no when Matt asked me, but Scott shoved us together. Anyway, neither of us knew about the pictures. That's not his fault."

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"What do you want to do with him for tonight? I can probably tie him up pretty well, if that's necessary."

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"Hm. Tie him up, take him with us while we go read your bestiary? Decide from there, depending on what it says. Sound good?"

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"I'll drive."

She gets into the car.

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Allison sighs.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills. Try not to hate the locals too obviously; most of them can kill you."

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Snort.

"I am definitely getting that impression." She considers, then looks up thoughtfully at the sky.

"Oi. Anything else bizarre and badly explained you want to throw at me today? Because so help me, if there is anything else I am going to start screaming."

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"Something weird is going on with my friend Lydia, but I don't know what.

Everyone at the party tonight hallucinated thanks to some wolfsbane in the punch. Matt is definitely a stalker, and he might not be totally responsible for all the deaths, but he definitely caused lots of them.

Lydia was attacked by Peter Hale, but she didn't turn or die. That doesn't usually happen, and we thought she might be the kanima but now we just don't know what's happening to her.

Derek and his pack have been trying to kill Jackson but they should be done. He turned them by finding kids who weren't happy with their lives, I don't know why besides to build a bigger pack.

If I think of more, I'll tell you."

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"Also, the bestiary is written in French."

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"Of course it is," she sighs. She gets in the car; she doesn't try for the passenger seat, she doesn't want to make Allison sit next to her stalker.

She looks at Allison. "Thank you. Do you have any guesses about who was responsible for the - wolfsbane? Innocent prank, or something more sinister? And I'll see about talking to Derek, and we'll have to check on Lydia, I need to talk to her anyway..."

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"We shouldn't go to her house in the middle of the night. Her mother will want an explanation, and without Lydia's permission, we have no right to give it."

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"I am not saying tonight, I am talking to myself out loud because it has been a long day for me."

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"...Yes. I'm sorry."

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Eyes on the road.

Drive, drive, drive.

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"It could have been Matt, he was there. Or Jackson, but that's the same thing. I don't know who could find wolfsbane if they weren't looking for it."

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"Matt, if it was you, tell us now before we make you tell."

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"Apology accepted," says Yvette of Mrs. Argent.

She glances at Matt, and raises her eyebrows slightly.

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"Allison, Allison, Allison. Have you ever heard the story of Narcissus and Echo?"

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"...No?"

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"Yes."

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"Well, how about we say that I didn't spike any punch. But I know who did. And say I don't really like bondage all that much, outside the bedroom."

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"Sure. Let's say that we aren't getting any answers from you because you're a total creep who just wants to needle me. I think we're done."

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"No sexual harassment in the car please," Yvette says. "Or anywhere else. I know I've been acting grumpy at you, but I will actually try to treat you fairly before throwing you to any cops, or letting you be thrown anywhere. And you're making it pretty difficult to feel sympathy by being a prick."

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"It's not- I'm not harassing her."

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"She's feeling a bit harassed. Maybe you should cut it out before I make you."

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"Mom, please drive safely. No threats."

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Drive drive drive.

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"Now if you are having a problem with circulation, I can help you out, but you're not getting untied while we're in the car. I am however going to ask very nicely. Could you please tell us who spiked the punch?"

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"...I don't know. I think it was the girl, Lydia, but I didn't see anything for sure. Sorry."

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"All right. We'll look into it. Thanks, Matt."

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"Right. Thanks."

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Drive.

Drive.

They're at the Argent house. It's nice and suburban. Fairly big.

You wouldn't think killers lived here.

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"Okay, I'll go find the bestiary, you stay here with my mom and Matt."

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"Sure." She glances at Matt. "Would you like me to untie you now? I was mostly worried about you doing something crazy while Mrs. Argent was driving."

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"I'm not crazy. Just- well, no, I am crazy. I'm not evil, or violent, naturally. You've never had a kanima."

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"I'll make tea."

She goes to the kitchen, her boots stomping loudly.

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"No arsenic, please."

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Snort. "Thank you, Mrs. Argent."

She unties him, because of course she does. She's that kind of person. Besides, Mrs. Argent is terrifying, and now they are in her lair. Matt would have a bad time if he tried anything.

"So, hello, I'm Yvette. I'm new around here."

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"...Hey. I'm Matt. I'm old around here. Local boy, been here since I was born."

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"I come from another dimension, you might have heard."

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"Yeah, visitor from the future. Sure you're from another universe? They're good at hiding."

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"I checked for my parents, and they did not exist."

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"That must have been hard."

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She shrugs, and looks away. Damn, why did she mention that, now she recalls that she has feelings and they are inconvenient feelings and she does not particularly want to start crying now.

"Anyway. You mentioned you thought you were turning into a kanima?"

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"I started growing scales on my torso."

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"Oh." Blink. "That's alarming, I'm sorry. I'll try to help, if I can."

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"You'll try, yeah. Good luck. I don't think anyone involved wants to help. Maybe the Argents get a new family pet."

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"Tea, for anyone who wants some."

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"Yes, please." ... As long as it's not poisoned. It isn't poisoned, right? Mrs. Argent seems too directly murdery to jump to poisoning people. Hm. Or is she? It's served out of the same teapot, yes? And she can watch Mrs. Argent drink first.

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She sips.

She smiles at Matt.

She sips.

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Matt was not actually handed tea, but there's some on the kitchen counter.

He does not partake.

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Yvette was just making sure, okay, she is perfectly justified in her paranoia of the woman who shot someone half an hour ago.

Sip.

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Allison loves her mother's tea. 

Well, she doesn't hate it.

Here she is, with a heavy book. She heaves it onto the table.

"Okay, so this is the bestiary. It's all in French, so you might have some trouble with it. I'm not that fluent, but my mom can translate."

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"Should we trust your mom to translate?"

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As Yvette learned from her googling of her parents, Google Translate existed in 2009. Or, well, exists in 2009.

"Google Translate is awful for direct translation on its own, but it seems like it could be used for checking. It'll butcher the translation, but get the words sort of right. That's likely enough. Don't trust Allison to check, too?"

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"I'll trust you using Google Translate."

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"Great. Mom, can you get the laptop while I read?"

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"Most of the entry is devoted to the kanima's natural weapons, and a bit describing the relationship between it and its...companion. We eventually settled on 'master' as the translation when 'friend' turned out to be a little lacking."

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"Counterpart, then. The kanima takes on the weakness of its counterpart, it seeks the same enemies and destroys the traitors. There's nothing in here about turning into a kanima, unless you get bitten or scratched by a werewolf."

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"Hm. And no bites or scratches, Matt?"

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"Just the scales. I would show off the scales but I'm pretty sure that falls under harassment."

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"It depends very highly on how you went about taking off your shirt," says Yvette, distracted. "Is there anything else in this bestiary that he could be turning into?"

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"Not really. Other scaly things, but none that are contagious."

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"The scales are the same color!"

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"I've actually been tied very closely to a kanima lately, I'm not surprised it's happening to me if it's anyone."

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"If it's because you were tied very closely to a kanima, it might start reversing now that you're not. But - yes, we'll have to keep an eye on it."

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"Is there anything else we should discuss before turning in for the night?"

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Yvette idly starts checking translations via Google translate.

"We should figure out how much a kanima's bond affects its counterpart. Matt might be turning into a kanima but we're not certain of it and it could reverse itself, so we should not throw him to the police regardless."

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"Yes, we can take care of him here."

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"I hope he's not turning, we don't need another one." 

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The translations are about what Allison said.

The kanima looks like this, it can kill you like this, it has a friend and that works like so. The kanima is an instrument of punishment (?) that can turn on its wielder, as the guillotine did its inventor 

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"We definitely don't, I doubt I can love confession us to safety a second time. And what do you mean by 'we can take care of him here,' Mrs. Argent?"

Does her shitty Google translate enlighten her on how it can turn on its wielder?

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"The Argents are hunters. If he stays human, the legal system can have him. If not, we kill it."

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Apparently, the kanima has ethical rules for use. This is why it rarely attacks innocents and is considered a lesser threat, except to hunters. 

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God damn it why does Yvette have to work with this woman. Mrs. Argent is clearly completely fucking insane.

"Except clearly there are non murder solutions available. As demonstrated, by me, oh. Half an hour ago. How 'if not, then we capture it, find its master, and then try to help it, before jumping to murder.' I am all for containing threats to lives here but that does not mean murder is a hammer and everything else is a nail."

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"The fact that your storybook ploy worked does not mean we can replicate it." 

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"Mom? Maybe cool it with the murder talk? This is why I was seeing Scott behind your back, I didn't want my first boyfriend to end up drinking poison dramatically over my unconscious body."

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"I agree that the 'storybook ploy' is not necessarily replicable. It was insane, badly planned, and far too dependent on sheer dumb luck. But it took us, what. A little bit of research beforehand, and five minutes of some acting for it to work? That is not a very hefty price to pay here, murder is not your only solution, and it's not even the best one. How much trouble would you have had with the kanima if I hadn't of waxed lyrical at it? Not 'if you had the ideal situation,' I meant if it had attacked you, right then, instead of focusing on me."

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"Obviously I would have shot him then, become the master myself." 

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"Mom."

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"And then what?" wonders Yvette. "Especially if the kanima could twist your mind to make you want to send it to kill people?"

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"If you believe that this boy wasn't already twisted, you should pay more attention."

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"Humor me, anyway. What if it did?"

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"Mom, please!"

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"I suppose then I would kill those who have wronged me, and they deserve it."

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"Do they. And how long's the list?"

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"Can we decide if I'm being arrested, murdered, or rationally handled, please?"

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"Matt, shut up! Nobody needs your input!"

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Augh, Yvette is getting nowhere by poking the psycho to see how psychotic she is. Bad Yvette. You're supposed to be competent, act like it.

She takes a deep breath.

"It's fine. We're off topic, anyway. Matt, what's the situation with your parents like?"

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"What do you mean, situation? They're nice people. Well-meaning. They don't think their son is a magically assisted serial killer."

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"I'm wondering how we would explain any of this to them and how to come to an end result we can all accept." She considers. "I think it might be smart to talk to Jackson about his side of the story, too."

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"Tell them I had a nervous breakdown, and committed a felony."

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"...Seriously?"

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"What felony are you suggesting we tell everyone you committed?" She supposes that they have the shooting up for grabs, but she'd really rather the definite psychopath go to jail for that one.

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"Carrying a concealed reptile."

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"Tough crowd. Try aggravated assault until you can prove all the murders to your satisfaction."

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"We can get you for stalking. Which you actually did," observes Yvette.

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"Is stalking a felony? We should get him arrested for it either way."

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"It wasn't stalking! I'm not- honestly, just because I took a couple of pictures, she wants a public flaying."

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Slap.

Right across his face.

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God damn it woman could you stop.

"Mrs. Argent, while I understand where you're coming from, violence is not the answer here."

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Allison seems of two minds.

 

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"Mom, she's right. You should probably head upstairs, take a break for a while.

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"Oh, alright dear. See you in the morning. Make sure not to mess up."

She kisses Allison on the forehead, and goes upstairs.

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"Okay, Matt, I'm running out of patience. Do we want to arrest him and risk him turning into a kanima in the police station? Or do we try to hold him ourselves even though we don't know how long it could take to happen, if it ever does?"

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"How likely is it that your mom will just kill him when she gets the chance?" wonders Yvette.

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"I don't think she will. I know my parents."

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"You don't care either way. Whether I get arrested or murdered, it's still justice to you."

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"I'm not a killer."

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"Yvette, if you think I can't stop my mom from hurting him we have to turn him in. If you think that's too dangerous to the town, he has to stay."

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"... Stay with you until he either becomes a kanima or de-scales, and we talk to Jackson. If Jackson corroborates his story, we turn him in for the stalking but otherwise leave him be? And depending on what happens with the scale situation, we work from there."

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"Okay. He stays here until we talk to Jackson. How do you feel about that, Matt?"

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"Y-"

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"I don't care. Have a good night."

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"Are you going to need a ride to Scott's house?"

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"Yes, please."

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And so there is a ride to Scott's house.

There is no wind blowing through her hair.

It's all very tame.

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Melissa is awake!

And concerned.

"Yvette, what's going on? I woke up and no one was home, just a voicemail from Scott telling me not to worry."

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Yvette is too exhausted to be glad she's not on a motorcycle.

"Of course that's all he told you," she sighs. "Right, uh. Thanks for the ride, Allison. Have a good night." She looks at Melissa. "To the couch, I'll explain."

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"I think the whole story can wait until the morning. You should rest. As long as- is Scott okay? He's not hurt?"

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"Totally fine." Yawn. "Not hurt at all. He did take someone to the hospital, but. Uh. I'm hoping that guy will be fine and honestly if he dies it's not a huge loss, he was holding a knife to a teenager's neck trying to blackmail Scott." Pause. "The explanation for tonight sounds very insane if I try to explain it."

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"Yeah. I think we should both sleep. Good night, Yvette."

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"Mhmm. Good night."

Tonight, she does not have to exhaust herself to avoid book stalking. She collapses onto the couch, fully clothed, and only has the presence of mind to toe off her shoes before she's out.

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The McCalls seem to have let her sleep partly through breakfast.

Today they're having cereal.

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McCall the younger seems quite comfortable, joking with his mom.

Neither of them have noticed Yvette yet.

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She does not immediately get up. She did so many things yesterday, and if she moves she'll have to do more, because obviously she's the most competent person in this town. Surely she can put it off a little, pretend to be asleep still? Yes. Good plan.

...

Augh, damn it. Things will go horribly wrong if she doesn't fix them.

"So I dunno if you heard," she says from the couch when there's a lull in conversation, "but you have a truce with the hunters now. Also a pack, I'm your emissary, which seems to be diplomat person. I got protection for you, me, Jackson, Stiles, and all immediate family because I'm awesome."

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"Uh. That's nice. While I was at the hospital, you did all that?"

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"Yes. And Matt is with the Argents, possibly turning into a kanima, but we're waiting to see if it'll undo itself now that he's not attached to one anymore, and for Jackson's side of the whole, mind bond thing."

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"I talked to Derek. His theory is that Matt broke the "rules" of the kanima and so now he's turning into one."

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"The lizard monster has rules?"

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"Apparently. Is there a way to reverse the turning-into-kanima thing?"

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"Well, Derek mostly...tells himself stories about how we work. I guess that's how their mom handled things with him, since he was never supposed to be alpha. He's all about legends and meaningful explanations. So I don't really know. But if he's right, Matt could try un-breaking the rule, somehow? Derek thinks if it was that, it had to be that he forced the kanima to kill someone who was innocent."

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"... I'm not sure how that could be un-broken, if someone died. Unless we have resurrection somewhere hiding under the bed?"

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"No. But if the kanima is all about justice and revenge, if he shows remorse, that might do it. If you're thinking like Derek, anyway. If he's even close with this."

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"Worth a shot. Was he your source for the kanima love thing?"

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"Yeah. Derek was the one who said that's why someone would become a kanima instead of a werewolf."

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"So he's a somewhat verifiable source," she mutters. "... By the way, Scott. Tell me more things."

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"Yeah. Allison and I already had this talk. She really chewed me out for leaving you out of the loop. Sorry."

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"No! Kidding! You didn't think to maybe tell me that the kanima could get out of its prison?! I thought that was solved, at least temporarily, not that it would last about a day!"

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"I'll have to talk to Danny. I gave him pretty clear instructions, but something went wrong."

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"You put me on the phone to be your mediator and I didn't know what they knew, or what you didn't want them to know, or even actually what you wanted to accomplish! You didn't mention that while you were at the party you got drugged! You didn't mention the love thing with the kanima until the kanima showed up and you wanted me to declare love to it, no warning whatsoever, figure it out on the fly, oh by the way if you don't people here might die! None of this is okay!"

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"Declare love to it?"

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"Yeah, I was getting to that. After the kanima escaped, I realized that if we could convince it that she was Lydia, it would probably change back."

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"If Derek was right, which you didn't know for sure."

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"...Yeah."

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"Yvette, I'm so sorry about all this."

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Thank you, Only Sane Adult. Yvette with cherish you forever. And she is so sorry you have this person as a child.

"Thank you," she says, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "God damn it Scott, you cannot pretend everything is fine and then drop a situation on me without any explanation. If things are not fine, tell me, because I am on day three of my magical werewolf adventure and so far I have saved your life, cured the kanima, negotiated a truce, and made sure that the Argent matriarch of crazy didn't knife Matt for giggles. I cannot solve problems if I do not have information to do so!"

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"I thought you'd want to be included in the peace talk. Everything else was just...I kind of lost control of the situation."

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Yes, well, Yvette doesn't think he ever had any control of it.

"Right. Okay. Is there anything else at all that might, perhaps, come up."

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"Derek will probably try something to make me join his pack. His betas might do something on their own or with him. Lydia got scratched by Peter, I don't know what's happening there. Other werewolves could visit town any time. I don't know what other weird things are out there."

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"Awesome. Okay."

She closes her eyes and tries to think. ... And then the book shows up. Because of course it fucking does.

She growls, opens her eyes, and stares at a spot on the ceiling instead.

"So. Agenda for today for fixing the everything. Tell Matt the potential kanima cure, talk to Derek about specifics of that and also about trying to make you join his pack. Talk to Jackson, get his statement on kanima-hood and whether the kanima did or did not force Matt into giving it people to kill. Figure out what to do with Matt. Figure out what the hell with Lydia, maybe actually meet her, because honestly, I think it's past time I did. Anything else? Am I missing anything?"

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"Gerard died last night. I don't know how Allison and VIctoria are doing, but Chris didn't take it well. Jackson went to Derek." 

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Yvette grits her teeth.

"You could have mention-" Nevermind, it's a waste of time to just expect that he'll tell her things on his own, isn't it. "Jackson went to Derek, pack wise? Because when I was negotiating things I worded it as if he would be part of your pack. Okay. Fine. No protection for him. Two birds with one stone, I can talk to Derek when I talk to Jackson."

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"Okay. What do you want to do first."

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"How did Jackson's pack move - work, was there any reason or was it just an arbitrary insane decision like just about every single one that is made in this deranged town."

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"Arbitrary and insane, I guess. He was always supposed to be Derek's beta, since he turned him. The kanima thing just threw things off course. As soon as he became a werewolf he felt the call of an alpha."

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"Fantastic." More information she didn't know. "Enforced werewolf mind control. So I'll mark that down as a lost cause and not worry about seeming weak in front of the Argents for playing the wish-wash game, and just tell them he's Derek's problem. How do pack dynamics work."

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"It's not...mind control, exactly. Not this time, not with Derek. It's just...being an omega hurts. It's scary."

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"Enforced werewolf mind fuckery, then," she mutters. "How do werewolves work."

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"Do you just want me to tell you everything I know about how we work? It's not much."

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Melissa, by this point, has decided to quietly leave for work. 

She has to get there sooner or later, and sooner will probably help that growing headache.

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No, she wanted you to fucking dodge the question for a third time that sounds fun -

"Yes," she sighs. "That is exactly what I want."

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"So. The major things. Some are born, like Derek and his family, most of us are turned. If something weird happens, kanima. Derek's theory is not having enough love. Wolves have better senses, strength and speed than humans. We can transfer the pain of others to ourselves. Alphas are weird, they can scratch people and implant or erase memories. Also they can sort of mind control their betas if they scratched them, but I don't think they can if they bit them. There might be other stuff but it's probably better if you ask about the confusing parts."

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"Is there a difference between born werewolves and made werewolves, can a werewolf evolve into a kanima if they feel abandoned or unloved, are alpha and beta just arbitrary words assigned to the dominant wolf in the pack and their lieutenant, or is it a specific species thing?"

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"Any differences seem mostly about being raised as one. A little better with the senses, a little more comfortable with violence. Derek didn't mention any stories about evolution like that and it's not in the bestiary, so that's all I know. And I don't know how alphas start, but any beta who kills an alpha becomes one. Derek killed his uncle, who killed his sister, who was alpha."

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"Okay. Implant and erase memories, is that in anyone, or just werewolves? Is there a range requirement for it?"

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"The last alpha we knew was Peter, Derek only tells me cryptic things to get me to join his pack, so he hasn't told me anything." 

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"Not to worry," says Yvette, "I'm going to be interrogating him, too. I'll ask."

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"Sure. Do you need me to do anything other than introduce you?"

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Possibly, but she hasn't gotten that far yet.

"Do you have school today?" she asks. Pause. "What day is it, even."

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"It's spring break. We still have lacrosse practice, but not today."

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"All right." So clearly you are free to drive me around as I solve all of your problems for you, she doesn't say. "What's Derek like?"

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"Derek thinks of humans as being liabilities to work around. Other werewolves are threats unless they're part of his pack. He grew up as his mother's beta, and then his sister's. Kate Argent, Allison's aunt, started the house fire that killed most of the Hales. That's why Peter turned me, to get revenge on everyone he blamed for it. That's Peter Hale, Derek's uncle. Derek has three betas he turned to deal with the Argents being in town again. He doesn't trust easily."

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"... So it sounds like I need to have something to offer him before I can get anywhere of note," she muses. "Does Derek want revenge on the Argents?"

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"Maybe, but he's smart enough not to take it out on their daughter, and Kate is already dead, which was always his big problem."

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"So I could potentially offer peace. Maybe. Do you know what he wants, long term? If the Argents weren't here."

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"I don't know. I think he wants to be an alpha, but only because there aren't any other Hales to do it. I don't think he really likes power that much. And he doesn't really want to have betas to look after, but he wants a pack. Maybe you could teach him to be a better alpha, he might take advice from a magical human from another world."

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"I... am not sure I could teach a werewolf how to be a better alpha, when I am not a werewolf myself. It depends on what's required for it. But, okay. I'll keep it in mind, certainly. Betas are specifically werewolves he has turned? You're not his beta?"

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"I was Peter's beta. Derek killed him and became alpha. Derek thought it would transfer, but it didn't. The only reason I couldn't reject Peter completely was that he scratched me. He could make me do things while I was asleep." 

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"... I'm sorry," says Yvette, softly.

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"It's fine. Peter's gone, he can't hurt anyone now. You should talk to Derek, and Jackson. I can probably get Stiles to give us a ride. You prefer the jeep to my bike, right?"

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"Yes. Yes I do. I'm still trying to figure out order and my plan of action, I think I should first call the Argents and let them know about how to get Matt to potentially not become a kanima, and test out how they feel about peace with Derek and his pack."

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"Mr. Argent will listen to you and Allison if you both push peace. Mrs. Argent won't sabotage her family, if she's outvoted. Allison wants peace as much as we do. Since her grandpa isn't involved anymore, it shouldn't be too hard for an outsider human like you to talk them into a truce. You already got them to leave us alone."

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"If he really seems on the fence, mention how much Kate hurt the Hales. Mention the fire. He won't like you as much if you do, but he'll fold."

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"All right," says Yvette. He's apparently thought a lot about this subject. She'll at least not ignore his advice, but whether or not she follows it is a bit more up in the air. "Is there a way I could just talk to Allison, without her family?"

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"You can probably do that. Just call them and ask for her. They'll both be willing to let her talk to you, and you can arrange something."

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"Tell her not to be too obvious about what you're saying to her, though. Allison can be a good liar but she might not realize right away that she should hide this from them."

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Scott, her default is not 'hide things from family members' why is it your default. She hadn't mentioned that at all. She maybe wants to talk with Allison about how to handle things, but 'lie to your family' is not a thing Yvette thinks she wants to ask of people casually.

"What are you thinking I'll need to hide?" she wonders. "I was planning to be very up-front with how I would like for everyone to not be trying to kill each other. I perhaps don't want Allison to shout how I plan to play diplomacy at the top of her lungs, and maybe not tell me what tactics she recommends using on her parents in front of them, but 'hide' is a bit strong."

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"If her parents think you want them to make peace with Derek's pack, they'll probably take Allison out of town and come back with more hunters."  

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"Charming people. All right. So I have to blindside them with it."

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"Allison can handle them, but if you just let her listen to you without reminding her first, she might not be very discreet. She's never hidden anything from her parents, besides me."

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"Okay." She decides not to waste time bemoaning the fact that she has to systematically lie to people now, because that's not useful and she can have a proper vacation when people are not going to start killing each other at the drop of a hat.

"So, vague plan - I call the Argents, tell them the idea of how to potentially stop Matt from lizarding, then ask to talk to Allison, possibly with the excuse of wanting to know how she talks to werewolves so I can go talk to Derek? I don't know how that excuse would go over, I could possibly play up some racism but that rubs me the wrong way..."

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"Ask her how how to interact safely with Derek's pack. You've heard a lot of bad things about them but you have to know the full story. She'll lean on what her parents have told her and her general attitude towards strangers, and she won't say anything that makes it sound like you want a truce. She'll figure out that you want one, but by then she'll already be thinking from the right perspective."

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"Okay, better plan, thank you. ... I need paper, I've got a lot to do today and need to keep it straight..." She starts looking for paper and a pen.

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"Uh, I have some in my room. Be right back."

That gives her two minutes to think, at most. 

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She will spend it getting cereal to eat, because she wants paper to plan this out, and because if she doesn't take the time to take care of herself she'll be even more of a wreck than she is right now. While that would be an achievement, certainly, she'd rather not. She notes that she needs to have a shower and change, too; she's still in what she was wearing last night, which does happen to have a bit of blood on it where she was trying to keep Gerard from bleeding out.

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"Here's some paper, pencils, pens...I wasn't sure what your preferred? I can get you a notebook or a folder if you want something more permanent. I don't really know what your long-term plans are but we can help you find something, after the stuff with the Argents is over." 

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"This is fine," she assures. "I don't really know what my long-term plans are either, yet." And thinking about them right now would completely ruin my productivity and I'd probably need to go cry for a bit, she doesn't say. "I'll let you know when I have some, but don't expect any until after all of the crises are dealt with."

She starts writing out her plan.

Talk to the Argents

  • De-lizarding Matt -> talk to Derek's pack for clarification -> talk to Allison about how to talk to him safely

  • Talk to Derek
  • De-lizarding Matt.
  • Talk to Jackson about Matt, verify story.
  • Peace with Argents.
  • Find out what the werewolves want besides 'not death.'
  • Get Derek to stop being a pressuring fuckwit to Scott.
  • Possible advice on how-to-alpha (???).
  • ... Okay that seems like an actual plan. She has an actual plan. Good. She's glad, she feels better for having one.

    "Right then," she says, after this is done. "I'm going to finish my cereal, then take a shower and call the Argents. Do you have any advice for how I handle the Gerard situation? Give condolences, not bring it up...?"

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    Scott is reading a book on the couch, but looks up when she starts talking to him.

    "It should probably be safe for you. Tell Allison to give them your condolences, they'll all like that-especially since they'll believe that you actually mean it."

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    "Okay," she agrees. Then: cereal, and some absent notes on what to do about Lydia. (Figure out meeting, figure out wtf, possibly get her under pack protection)

    And then she has a shower. ... Then writes up a list of things she needs besides clothes. Like a toothbrush. She needs a toothbrush of her very own.

    But first, let's make sure that people are not going to get killed, by calling the Argents. Ring, ring.

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    "Hello? Chris here, who is this?"

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    "Hello, it's Yvette. ... I heard about Gerard. My deepest condolences."

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    "...Yvette, right. Thank you. I appreciate that, coming from you. I suppose you want to arrange some kind of meeting between us and Scott?"

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    "No. I actually learned from Scott how we might prevent Matt from transforming into a kanima."

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    "Go on."

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    "The idea was that kanima have a set of rules, and that Matt broke one of them. That he forced the kanima to kill an innocent. And the way to fix that is to - show remorse, apparently. But Scott got this from Derek, so I'll need to talk to him to learn more."

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    "It's possible. I suppose you couldn't get what you needed from the family bestiary?"

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    "No. Scott mentioned the love thing came from Derek, so I have reason to believe there's something to it, just. I think I need some advice on how to talk to him safely, I've heard a lot of things about him and most of them haven't been good."

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    "Derek Hale is probably the least vicious member of his family. We spend most of our time hoping he doesn't start killing townsfolk left and right, but we don't talk to him."

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    "Well, I think it's my best chance to keep Matt from joining the lizard legions, plus I'm an emissary. I think it's worth the risk, I just want to be safe while doing it. Would you or Allison have good advice for a teenage girl talking to werewolves?"

    Let him think that she doesn't want to talk to Mrs. Argent. He probably doesn't want to talk to Mrs. Argent. She did just recently kill his father.

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    "Emissary. Right. The best way to talk to Derek Hale is to threaten him; he doesn't respond to anything else. I'll put on Allison on the line."

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    "Yvette, dad said something about Derek? You want my advice?"

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    "Hi, Allison. I was planning to talk to Derek and his pack, do you know how to interact with them safely?"

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    "Um, you can mostly just be human? Derek isn't that violent towards humans."

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    "Oh, well. All right then. You're not on speakerphone, right?"

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    "No, my parents don't need to hear this. They're working through some things. Ask away."

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    "Scott said to warn you not to be too obvious about what I'm about to say to you. So, warning you, I am about to say some things your parents probably won't like."

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    "Okay. Go ahead, tell me the situation."

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    "I would like to negotiate peace between the Argents and Derek's pack."

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    "...My family is very traditional about some things. I don't think that will be easy. If you can talk some sense into...him, then I can reintroduce him to my parents. Try talking to him about his family, I think it should help." 

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    "All right. Any family topic in particular I should aim for? Or should I just ask Scott there?"

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    "Ask him to explain how he picks his friends. And it's always good to get a second opinion! Just mention what I told you and you should be fine."

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    "All right. I can do that. Anything else I should know?"

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    "Your friend can probably take it from here. I hope this helps, Yvette."