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[Daneca comes to easily enough and at first, it doesn't set right in that she's been asleep for all this time. It's not until she picks up the communicator that she notices the disparity in time and covers her mouth in silent shock. Daneca spends time flipping through some of the network posts as she is wont to always do her research/homework.]

[Timidly, she turns the feed on.]

So, um, I obviously missed a few things. I was in one of those comas and from the looks of it for about a month. Sorry if I worried anyone. I think I'm okay though. I don't feel groggy or anything like that, which is weird. I'm glad things were relatively quiet for around here. No zombies or anything like that.

[She smiles faintly.]

Anyway, I guess we also have some new people while I was out. My name's Daneca. Sorry I wasn't able to say hi when you first arrived.

private - cassel.

Are you okay?

[The underlying question being, of course, did you do anything stupid while she was out cold.]

private - scott.

I saw the network. Are you... Do you need anything?

private - bond.

You didn't poison yourself with alcohol while I was asleep, did you?

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I'm pretty sure werewolves have a way higher core temperature.

[He grins, and makes himself a silent deal: until they reach the lake, everything is fine, and he can enjoy the time with her. When they get there, he has to tell her the truth.

He nudges her side.]

You might be totally screwed, though.

[lbr he'd freeze to keep her warm.]

How chivalrous of you, [she says dryly with a good-humored roll of her eyes.]

If we get a flood where I turn into a knight, I'm blaming you.

[Or thanking her, who knows. But look, you can't be mad at this smile, right?]

[No, she certainly cannot be. u_u This is known, khaleesi.]

I think the only way that could actually be a bad thing is if you couldn't ride a horse. Otherwise, girls like a guy in armor. I think you'll be fine.

...Okay, full disclosure? I've never even seen a horse in person.

[And he's pretty sure it would flip out if it smelled him.]

[She pauses in following him for just a half-second.]

Okay, well, to be fair, neither have I. But I thought you worked for a vet's office. You never had to deal with a horse?

It's not that kind of vet. I mean, Deaton knows about wild animals and stuff, but mostly I do cats and dogs. One time he looked after a rabbit, but you're supposed to have a special license or something for that.

Oh. [She frowns for a second.] What about reptiles?

Technically they're exotic? But I know way more about lizards than I ever wanted to, know.

[This was not typical vet work, Scott....]

Rough biology class?

[She arches a brow and cants her head.]

My co-captain turned into a....werelizard.

[He still does not even.]

[That frown is back because are you shitting her right now?]

...Werelizard...

[She shakes her head.]

You know, Scott, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your world is really, really weird.

[He laughs.]

Yeah, I noticed. It's called a kanima, actually. He wanted to be a werewolf, and Derek bit him, but....sometimes the shape you take reflects who you are inside.

He probably should have just turned into a giant dick in that case, but I don't make the rules.

[He can see the trees growing less densely; they're almost on the lake. He tries not to slow his pace.]

It worked out okay, though. He wound up a werewolf.

[It's hard to not let out a snort of laughter at the giant dick comment even if she technically cannot condone or condemn that kind of talk about someone she's never met.]

I can't imagine someone wanting to be a werewolf. [Daneca shakes her head a little.] Not that there's anything wrong with it. Obviously. But I just mean it caused you a lot of problems. You'd think someone would want to try and avoid all of that.

[He smiles when she laughs, shrugging a little. It's okay. This is a lifetime of dealing with Jackson Whittemore talking.]

Jackson just....wanted to be the best at everything he did. I don't know. He had some issues with his parents - he found out he was adopted and I guess that messed with him.

[He is slightly sympathetic; Scott doesn't hate Jackson, he just really doesn't want to be buddies.]

He saw what I could do after, and he wanted it. I mean, I went from asthmatic second-stringer to star of the lacrosse team. He didn't believe me about any of the other stuff, or he thought he could handle it better, or whatever. It didn't go like he planned. ...Obviously.

[Daneca doesn't know Jackson, but that sounds difficult. Being a teenager is hard enough without questioning who you are like that. She supposes it's not that surprising that he tried to take matters into his own hands like that and define himself for himself. Anyone would.]

So how many different kind of were-animals are there? There aren't like...werebears are there?

[THERE ACTUALLY ARE but Scott doesn't know this yet u_u He just laughs, and shrugs.]

I have no idea. There's so much more than I thought there was. My boss, the vet? He's a druid. So is his sister, who was our freaking guidance counselor. There was an alpha pack, a darach, banshees, kitsunes...

[He trails off there, presses his lips together and looks out at the lake. Big pond? It's more of a pond.]

You're right, it's totally weird. Daneca, I need to tell you something.

[Daneca thinks this must be whatever it was that Scott was trying to tell her earlier. She gives his hand a small reassuring squeeze.]

What is it, Scott?

[He's grateful for it, and looks around for a fallen tree or a couple of rocks to sit on. There's no such luck, so he just faces her and sucks in a steadying breath.]

When I was home - a lot happened, obviously. Allison broke up with me months ago, and--

[His mouth dries up for a moment, and he pauses to swallow, wet his lips with a dry tongue, anything. It's like swallowing sandpaper.]

There was this big fight, these things we couldn't stop. We were trying to save our friends, and Allison...

[He swallows hard again. He doesn't know how to word it, because it never feels like enough, no matter how he says it.]

She figured out how to kill them, she figured the whole thing out, but - they killed her. [It still doesn't sound real.]

[Daneca tries to open her mouth to say something, but there's a lump in her throat and she has to look away.]

[She was wondering what was eating away at him underneath the surface. What it was that he was holding to himself and trying to find a way to tell her. Daneca had no idea what it could be, but this never crossed her mind. His girlfriend died. His girlfriend died and here she is flirting with him and holding his hand and--

[No.]

[Daneca tells herself firmly that this isn't about her. This is about Scott and this is about Allison.]

[She swallows and exhales sharply, blinking back the wetness in her eyes when she looks back up at Scott. Daneca lets go of Scott's hand, rising somewhat on her tiptoes to throw her arms around his neck.]

I'm sorry, Scott, [she says, barely above a whisper.]

[Daneca cradles the back of his head with a hand.] I'm so sorry.

[It's so easy, to wrap his arms around her and press his chin down against her shoulder. He closes his eyes, and wishes he'd believe it if he told himself he's had enough time to grieve, to get over it. She died in his arms. He's never going to get over it.

For a while, he doesn't say anything. Maybe it's selfish, and if it is, right now he doesn't care. He wants this comfort, he wants someone to hold him and understand and just be here. That it's Daneca makes it...more. He doesn't want to let her go.]

It shouldn't have been her. [It shouldn't have been any of them. He has to swallow hard to keep talking.] I'm sorry. I didn't want to dump this on you, but I - I wanted you to know. [Because he knows he's not acting like himself. He's not sure how to act like himself.]

[Daneca stays right there with her arms wrapped tight around him. She knows that she has to let go at some point - and she will - but right now she feels like this is right where she's supposed to be. At the very least, she knows that this is about all she can do for him.]

No, it's okay. [Daneca shakes her head a little.] I'm glad you told me.

[She gives one last little squeeze before letting go and falling back down on her feet. Daneca keeps her hands on Scott's upper arms though.]

Are you going to make a deal for her?

[Scott doesn't let her go far, hands somewhere between waist and back like he'd like to pull her in again. He doesn't, nods instead.]

Yeah. I don't - I don't want to learn to get used to the idea of her being gone.

[His voice doesn't break, but it does threaten to.] Not if I can do something. Not if I can change it.

That's good, [she says weakly at first. Then she nods and repeats herself with a much firmer voice.] That's good.

You'll bring her back, Scott.

[Her confidence settles in his chest, pulls him back from the edge. He'll bring her back. Or Stiles will, or Lydia will. Their chances at success are good, no matter what goes on with the Barge, and hearing her say it feels steadying and overwhelming at the same time.

One hand leaves her waist, palm sliding over her neck and cheek instead, and it's not the perfect moment to kiss her. He already passed that up. It might actually be the worst moment to kiss her, but he realizes he doesn't want to wait anymore. He was falling for her the whole time he was here.

Scott leans in, brushing his lips against hers. He lets it set aside his guilt over Allison, over Kira, lets it settle on him because she's so confident in him and he loves her for it.]

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