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[semifreakingnormal]

[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.]

Comments

[americasdirtiest]

[Mickey's about to answer, but then he realizes that I punched him in the face for basically no reason probably won't be a very compelling argument. He shakes his head, shrugging it off.]

Doesn't matter. He one of your groupies, too?

[semifreakingnormal]

Um, I don't...[He shrugs helplessly, scratching at his neck.]

He's my beta? Or he's going to be, I don't....actually really know him, yet. [Or know him at all, really.

Which is still not to say that he wouldn't mind if Liam was punched, he's still got a baby duckling vibe going. Sometimes. If you squint.]

[americasdirtiest]

Your what?

[semifreakingnormal]

Beta. It's....[He waves his hand, looks only vaguely embarrassed.]

It's wolf stuff.

[americasdirtiest]

I sure as shit hope that doesn't mean what it meant back in juvie, or Beacon Hills is way more like prison than I thought.

[semifreakingnormal]

[The blankest stare is quickly becoming the most perturbed stare.]

What does it mean in juvie?

[americasdirtiest]

Means he tried to make you his bitch and failed. Big time.

[semifreakingnormal]

Uhh, it definitely does not mean that. [even with ridiculous monsters and shit he is so sheltered.]

There are alphas, betas, and omegas. An omega doesn't have a pack, an alpha, um, leads one, and betas are....everyone else in a pack. But I was - or I will be - the one who bit him.

[americasdirtiest]

See, you act like what I'm saying is fucking sick, and then you go on talking about biting people.

[semifreakingnormal]

It's not like I can high five someone into being a werewolf.

[americasdirtiest]

Hope it's more fucking worth it than being a vampire, for all your yuppie-ass sakes.

[semifreakingnormal]

I think blood tastes pretty awful, so...yeah, I'd rather this.

[americasdirtiest]

I'll take your word for it.