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[That's okay, because she'll just bring it up when he shows up. It's possible that this is happening a lot later at night, since Sam had the brilliant idea for them to go drinking with Santana when she showed up mid-their duet. She would've gone home after that, though, needing to see Isaac when he got home from work and also getting back to all those messages she left people.
People like Stiles.]
People like Stiles.]
[Erica had time to change out of the tank top and mini skirt she'd arrived in, but she's definitely not hiding anything anymore. No more loose sweatshirts for her. So, the Erica that answers the door is more like the Erica from back home.]
Glad you didn't get lost.
Glad you didn't get lost.
[There's more in her demeanor that reminds him of 'old Erica' than the version he'd met here. Not that she wasn't old Erica then, but he didn't know her that well... oh, never mind. This was the more familiar Erica.]
Hey, I got used to the city before you did.
Hey, I got used to the city before you did.
How much time do I have? [It wasn't a question she wanted to just toss into a text message.]
If I go back... if get sent back home again, do you know how long I have? If I was at that rave before I showed up here and you've been back home. You know the truth and you're not going to lie to me.
If I go back... if get sent back home again, do you know how long I have? If I was at that rave before I showed up here and you've been back home. You know the truth and you're not going to lie to me.
...
[F*** YOU, ERICA! Why does he always get the hard questions? His shoulders slump and he turns away from her, looking out over the room and wishing she hadn't asked that.]
Until just after school starts. I think. I mean, I don't know exactly what day it happens, but by the time they find you...
[It was too late.]
[F*** YOU, ERICA! Why does he always get the hard questions? His shoulders slump and he turns away from her, looking out over the room and wishing she hadn't asked that.]
Until just after school starts. I think. I mean, I don't know exactly what day it happens, but by the time they find you...
[It was too late.]
Okay. [She nods, starting to pace a bit.]
Okay, so school gets out and the summer and then... okay. It's four months, five... that's - really shitty. [She moves toward the kitchen and gets a glass out, filling it with water from the tap.]
Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry that I had to ask you, but I knew you'd tell me.
Okay, so school gets out and the summer and then... okay. It's four months, five... that's - really shitty. [She moves toward the kitchen and gets a glass out, filling it with water from the tap.]
Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry that I had to ask you, but I knew you'd tell me.
[ hello stiles, hopefully you're in your room because if not, derek will just.... wait around or something. he's not entirely sure why he's chosen stiles of all people to seek out, but here he is anyway, slipping into the room -- through the window? breaking in via the door? whoever knows -- and calling out quietly. ]
Stiles?
[ that's really the only warning you get.... which isn't a lot considering it's barely audible. oh well. ]
Stiles?
[ that's really the only warning you get.... which isn't a lot considering it's barely audible. oh well. ]
[Door locking wasn't a habit he was used to when he lived in just a room, so his was open for Derek to stroll through.
Stupid wolf.
Why is he stupid? Because he scared the shit out of Stiles, that's why. He almost tripped as he tried to backpedal out of the room, banging his head on the door frame and wincing -- all before he recognized the voice.]
Derek? ... What the hell, man?
Stupid wolf.
Why is he stupid? Because he scared the shit out of Stiles, that's why. He almost tripped as he tried to backpedal out of the room, banging his head on the door frame and wincing -- all before he recognized the voice.]
Derek? ... What the hell, man?
[ he doesn't look relieved or much of anything when he sees stiles... unimpressed mostly with the fumbling and stumbling stiles does, really.
....and this is the part where he's supposed to say something, right? right. ]
We need to talk.
....and this is the part where he's supposed to say something, right? right. ]
We need to talk.
What? Why? Was there a memo that went around that made me the group counselor? If so, I would have liked a little notice.
And maybe payment.
[But he's coming in the room and shutting the door, rubbing at the sore spot on his head and tossing his bag on the floor by the bed before he goes to sit on the end of it.]
And maybe payment.
[But he's coming in the room and shutting the door, rubbing at the sore spot on his head and tossing his bag on the floor by the bed before he goes to sit on the end of it.]
Like Scott and Isaac.
[ and boy does he watch you like a hawk for any kind of reaction. anything that all which might give away the fact that yet another person knew about that while he had remained oblivious. but then, he almost expects stiles to know, being scott's best friend and all. ]
[ and boy does he watch you like a hawk for any kind of reaction. anything that all which might give away the fact that yet another person knew about that while he had remained oblivious. but then, he almost expects stiles to know, being scott's best friend and all. ]
Scott and Isaac?
[His voice might go up just a bit, but there's that innocent look on his face.]
What about Scott and Isaac?
[Yeah, what about his buddy and your beta trying to tongue dance?]
[His voice might go up just a bit, but there's that innocent look on his face.]
What about Scott and Isaac?
[Yeah, what about his buddy and your beta trying to tongue dance?]
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