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[The breach ends and Scott is exhausted, from the drifts and the new memories and the attacks. He doesn't want to think about how many people got hurt there, because it's impossible not to think of that place as real. There's another him somewhere, piloting a Jaeger with another Clementine, and they're both fighting for their lives.

He makes his way back to his bedroom and drops face first onto the bed, not realizing how long he's actually been asleep. That's where he'll be found, but the usual conga line of visitors. Except this time, he'll probably wake up when people start talking around him.]

[Public Video, later]

[Scott looks really weirded out. Like. Really. For a moment he just stares into the camera; it passes, and he shakes his head like he needs to physically clear it.]

Okay, so...I guess I was asleep for a while. Sorry, if that freaked anyone out. [A beat.] It's totally freaking me out.

Anyway, I'm back, so if anyone needs me, uh, I'm here? I guess I never actually left...[He mutters the last to himself, and decides to turn the feed off there before he starts babbling incoherently.]

[Private to Clementine]

How are you?

[It's not a lead in to something else. It's not just polite small talk. When he asks, he means it. He's worried about her, because in the unlikely chance she needed him, he wasn't awake to answer.]

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Yep.

[His lips make a popping sound on the p. He purses his lips, then frowns a little.]

...you really had no idea, did you?

No! [He rakes his hands through his hair, dropping back to sit on the edge of his bed.]

That's so long. Is everyone okay? What happened while I was -- [He waves his hand helplessly] --out?

[Well that is a loaded question. Because a lot happened. Like. A lot. It's actually good that Scott is sitting down, considering. He leans against Scott's desk for a moment.]

Everyone's okay, yeah. [He pauses, scratches awkwardly at his neck.]

Okay I don't...really know how to tell you this, but uh, you're a father now.

[Well that is the last bit of news he expected to hear, and because it's Stiles he actually scrambles his brain trying to think of the time he last had sex. It's not adding up, not even a little, so eventually, he just stares at his best friend and lifts his hands.]

What?

I meant metaphorically. And that -- uh, you sort of bit someone to save his life and now he's here and not in complete control of the whole werewolf thing. Also he's fifteen.

[He arches his eyebrows and gives Scott a forced, bright smile, knowing this is a lot for his best friend to take in at once.]

Congrats, it's a boy?

[It's a lot. It's so much. It's way too much. Scott's arms fall back into his lap, and he just stares open mouthed for a good long moment.]

I bit someone in my sleep?

[Stiles blinks a couple of times and then makes a face.]

What? No. Dude, back home.

Oh. [Okay that. That makes a lot more sense. He scrubs a hand over his face then springs up to walk around his bed. Mostly just to be moving.]

Is this a time thing again? Like with Jackson? [He should....probably ask about Jackson.]

Yeah, another time thing.

[And as if he's reading Scott's mind, Stiles rubs the back of his neck.]

Jackson vanished. He's not on the Barge anymore.

[And to be honest, he's actually pretty glad about that, for a lot of different reasons.]

[Scott can't really say he's that upset about it either, but he does hem and haw a little. Jackson, in exchange for a stranger who can't control himself. Not much is changed on the werewolf front, and Scott is....reasonably sure that Jackson is still safe in London.]

Man.

[He shakes his head, then turns to look at Stiles again.]

So...what's this kid's name?

[It's okay, Scott. Really. The stranger is actually, overall, quite a bit nicer and easier to deal with than Jackson ever was. And Stiles is pretty sure Jackson is fine in London. He'd made contact with Lydia awhile back when the Barge had one of its flukes with the network.]

His name's Liam. He's hung around here a lot. [And also gotten into at least one fight that Stiles knows about, and he doesn't have the full story really, but he's pretty sure it's mostly Mickey's fault.]

[Isn't it usually mostly Mickey's fault? But oh boy just wait till full on dad mode is activated.]

Liam. [He hasn't made the connection yet, not with the kid he palled around with in the hangar. He folds his fingers together on top of his head, looking around the room.]

So he's...he knows us? What's he like?

[Yes. Yes it is. And it's probably a good thing that Stiles hasn't run into Mickey since the incident occurred.

He moves over to where Scott's standing and lays a hand on his shoulder.]

Dude. I know it's weird. I was really weirded out at first but...I think he's okay. I mean, he's got some issues, but who doesn't?

[He shrugs.]

Yeah, he knows us. Apparently we're all friends back home. [And there's something going on with a deadpool, but so far Stiles hasn't pressed too much for information about that. Really, overall, Liam's been pretty calm anytime Stiles has been around him. Must be because of how things are back home.]

He's...I don't know. You'll just have to meet him.

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[It's so weird, to think he's got some good friend, a beta, that he doesn't know anything about.

Just like it was so weird to see Stiles with hair, to see Stiles depressed and not sleeping. He exhales gustily, dropping his arms and nodding.]

Okay. Okay, yeah, you're right. I just...

[He shakes his head.] I've barely got my head around Allison being...

[And now he's got two betas. What does he even do.]

I know.

[He's still not entirely used to the whole Allison is now a werewolf thing either. But he's getting there. It's strange, but not necessarily bad. It means she's a little safer than she had been, even here, when the Admiral revives you when you die.]

But, Dude. You're gonna be fine. I mean, you're good at this whole true alpha thing. [He pats his arm reassuringly.] Plus you're not alone. You've got me and Lydia and Allison and Kira and Isaac and like, most of the people on the Barge love you so. Seriously. It's gonna be all right.

[Scott ducks his head with a little smile. It's not that he's oblivious, he knows he has people who care about him. It's just so different, when he thinks back - there was a time when he had his mom and Stiles, and no one else cared if he was around or not.

Now people care enough that they camp out in his room, they don't - they don't hate him for cursing them. There are people who love him, and sometimes he still doesn't know how he got so lucky.

Reaching up to squeeze Stiles' elbow, he nods.]

I hope so. What'd everyone else think of him?

[Stiles remembers those days with vivid clarity. Sometimes he kind of misses them. It isn't that he doesn't care about the others, because he does. It had just been easier when he only had a couple of people that he cared about. That he worried about. Now there's a whole slew of them and he doesn't always know what to do with that either.

He smiles a bit when Scott squeezes his elbow and he knows he's gotten through to him at least at the most basic of levels. His smile wavers a little bit at the question though.]

Uh, well. He wasn't exactly in control when he first showed up. [Stiles hadn't seen him then, but he's heard about it from others. Namely Lydia and Allison and Kira.]

But I think they all get it. He didn't actually hurt any of them or anything. Just -- you know. Scared them a little?

Oh my God. [He groans it out, running both hands over his face and up into his hair. An out of control, new werewolf, and he was asleep through it.]

Jeez...who, how'd he calm down? Do you know?

Hey, relax. We got it. It's fine, Dude.

[He shrugs a little.]

Kira I think. She calmed him down.

Yeah?

[He smiles a little to hear that Kira was the one to take care of things. He smiles a little when Kira comes up at all, lately.]

Okay, okay it's fine. I'll talk to him and....hopefully we won't have to handcuff him to the radiator.

[If it was anyone else, Stiles would just shrug off the way the other boy's eyes light up at the mention of Kira's name. But this isn't anyone else. It's Scott. Stiles narrows his eyes a little, cocks his head to the side.]

Or make him drink water out of a doggie bowl with his name on it.

So. Kira, huh?

[He's not exactly surprised. Kira's awesome. She's pretty and smart and fun to hang out with and it's clear things had been headed in the general direction of romance back home between her and Scott. But things here are different. Everything here is kind of different.]

[Scott's smile almost immediately turns sheepish, embarrassed. For a second he hesitates, but it's Stiles, so it's not like there was a real chance of holding back.]

I just, I dunno. I like her. [He pauses for maybe a second before deciding total honesty is best.] I like her a lot.

But there's...I can't just. Never see Daneca again. That doesn't feel right.

[He nods at the admission.]

She's very likable. [His voice is casual and he drops into the desk chair.]

Of course not. [He considers for a long moment.] Are you thinking about going to see her again?

I'm....kinda.

[He drops onto his bed, burying his face in the blankets for a moment.]

Lydia talked to me about it and...It's not really fair, is it? To her. [A beat] Or to me, I guess. But it's not like I can ask her to come back to the Barge, or Beacon Hills, and I can't....I can't leave home. [Not permanently, not to another world.]

I just think I should at least talk to her first. Tell her about it.

[He can read between those lines pretty well. Scott's come to the same realization that Stiles always worried about when it came to his best friend seeing someone who lives in another universe. But Stiles isn't as forward as Lydia is when it comes to telling Scott the thing he doesn't want to hear. Stiles had always known Scott would come to that conclusion eventually, on his own.

He'll push him about a lot of things, but this isn't one of them. This isn't his area of expertise or his strong suit by any means. So he purses his lips and nods.]

Yeah, of course, man. [His voice is quiet.]

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