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[He left Allison in the infirmary once it was clear she was starting to heal. Once it was clear that the bite - his bite - wouldn't kill her. If anyone saw him or spoke to him on his too long, too slow trek back to his room, he has no recollection of it. A gray fog has settled on his thoughts, and he's almost grateful. It mutes everything, and as he stands in his doorway, staring at the blood in the hall, on his door, the gory mess on his bed--

He knows how much blood is in a body, roughly. But he's never had to watch quarts of it spill out of someone he loves. Now he's seen it twice.

Dizziness hits him hard and fast, and Scott nudges his door closed. He hardly notices when it doesn't shut completely. Unable to reach his chair and unwilling to sit on the bed where Allison almost died - where he changed her life forever - he drops to the floor at its foot instead. With his back against something solid, the fog starts to clear, no matter how tightly he clings to it.

He turned someone. Not just someone, he turned Allison, and it's getting so mixed up with memories he still has of what another Scott did to another Allison that he wishes someone would just come along and knock him out so he doesn't have to think anymore. The best he can do is drop his head into his hands and try not to cry.]

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I think we have enough lacrosse gear for ten teams, now.

[Scott is in the Enclosure, dressed in a brown jersey with teal print proclaiming BOARS across the front. He's holding a new lacrosse stick - with his name engraved, for those sharp eyed enough to see, thanks Stiles - and he is, finally, standing on a bonafide lacrosse field. There are bleachers and stadium lights and everything.]

So we're starting up practice again. And mid-January, we're having a scrimmage. No getting out of it. There are totally enough bleachers for everyone to come watch.

[He grins, scooping up a ball at his feet.]

We also have team jerseys now! [Thanks, Ben!! He reaches into a box on the grass and holds up another jersey, in reverse colors - teal, with brown text, proclaiming BEARS.] So the Bears are gonna practice Monday and Wednesday, and the Boars get Tuesday and Thursday. Oh, and I reworked the teams, so we're almost at even numbers now but we definitely need more players. If you ever wondered what playing lacrosse is like, then now's your chance: no tryouts, everyone plays! It's gonna be fun. I promise.

Happy New Year, guys!

[Private to Chris and Cassel]

[Okay, he's worried. Time for Concerned Friend Scott to make an appearance.]

Okay, what's going on with you guys?

(ooc: Here is the lacrosse page, with updated rosters!_

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If I knew what you meant, I'd answer you.

Somebody probably drugged him.

Dude, you cried through Star Wars, and you're...I don't know. [He doesn't know how to parse the way that Cassel is different, because masks and his coping mechanisms are, well, not his usual go to.]

Seriously, what's been going on?

I always cry at Star Wars. It's a good movie.

[He stares back, blank-faced and hard to read. Chris shrugs]

Seriously, Scott, I don't even know what you're talking about.

[After a long talk with Allison, after hearing her explanation about everything that happened -- back here before she left, in Zane's world and most of all back home -- after finally feeling like they are in a place where they can be okay again. Lydia finally feels lighter.

But once Allison leaves, she knows there's something else she has to do. She didn't even know Scott was back until Allison told her what he had done. She was mad at him for leaving them, for leaving Stiles in the first place.

That's long gone now. Because she knows what Scott had to do. She knows how he found Allison again. And she knows what Allison asked of him, without really giving him a choice to say no.

As she approaches his cabin, her stomach turns when she sees the blood in the hall and on the door. She knows that the open door to his cabin isn't a good sign, but before she makes her way in, she takes a deep, calming breath. She won't help Scott if she's shaken up by the sight of Allison's blood. So she just reminds herself that her best friend is okay. That she's safe. Reminds herself of what Allison said she was changing her deal for.

Then she finally knocks quietly on the door, but pushes it open further without waiting for an answer. When she sees him on the floor, she's glad she didn't, because she doesn't think he'd answer her at all.]

Scott? [She calls quietly, not to startle him.]

[He doesn't move until he hears his name, and even that takes a moment to rouse him. He lifts his head, swings it from side to side like he can't quite find her. But when his eyes settle on her, he blinks, and then pulls himself up abruptly.]

Lydia, you shouldn't--

[He moves toward her, holding up his arms like he can shield her from seeing the blood. Stupid, he thinks, he should have locked the door or just, just gotten it together enough to clean up. She shouldn't have to see this, too.]

Scott, don't. It's okay.

[She shakes her head and takes a step forward, keeping her eyes on him and away from the blood to make him less uncomfortable, but she does reach over for his arms and lowers them gently.]

I already know what happened. She came to see me. I know she's okay. I know-- [She knows what Allison asked of him. But she won't throw that much at him so fast.]

[She's okay. He nods dumbly, because that's the important thing. She didn't die again. She just became something else.

He turns away like that will hide the fact that he has to wipe his eyes.]

I should've cleaned up before.

[Before she came, or before he got lost in his own head, but probably both. He swallows hard, looking back at Lydia.]

She told you?

[When he turns away she gives him room. She's seen Scott this disconnected a couple of times before. When he thought Derek was dead. When they lost Allison the first time. And she knows the only reason why he didn't look like this when Stiles was possessed is because he had hopes of fixing it.

Which is what he did for Allison this time around.]

She told me. She told me what she asked of you, told me what happened. What you did to save her.

[It's been a long time since Scott really hated what happened to him. It's done so many good things - it's made him grow, it's made him better. But it's put him in danger. It's put all the people he's ever cared about in danger, and he passed that on to Allison. It's hard not to think what Stiles first thought.

He's cursed her.]

Her dad would kill me. [He tries to smile when he looks at her, fails because his mouth trembles. Chris would never forgive him for this. Scott doesn't really think he should.]

Mr. Argent would thank you for saving her life, Scott.

[This time, Lydia does take a step forward, she lifts a hand to his shoulder and tries to comfort him, at least some. To remind him that the rest of his pack doesn't see him as a monster, or thinks he did the wrong thing.]

If I had the power to do what you did for her, I'd have done the same.

[He leans into her hand, and then he just dips forward to hug her. Maybe he should try to be stronger, act like this isn't messing with his head, but that's not his way. He needs support, and there's no better way to remind yourself that someone is with you, that someone cares, than by holding them.]

I don't think I could've. If she hadn't asked.

[Lydia doesn't even hesitate before she wraps her arms around him. She's more than glad to be able to comfort him. Her talk with Allison, the anger and the tears and hearing her best friend make her promise to change her deal and to help herself made Lydia feel a lot lighter. She managed to let it all out. She managed to have an honest conversation with Allison and now she feels like they have a better understanding of each other. So she's more than ready to help Scott find some peace with this situation.]

She asked because she knew she could trust you to do it. She knew it'd work.

You can't know. [He's torn between the desire for restless movement and the need to just take strength from this kind of closeness.]

I could've just killed her faster, I...it's not like I've ever...

[He heard about what happened to the girl Derek liked, when he was a kid. He knows he could've made it just as bad for Allison, because he has no idea what could cause that.]

I just. I don't want to force this on anyone else.

[When he doesn't pull away, she lifts a hand to his back and rubs it gently, trying to soothe him some. It helps her and Stiles. It helps Allison. It has to help Scott. They're all pack.]

She's alive. Because of you, Scott. And she's safer now than she's ever been. Thanks to you.

[It helps. He swallows hard and makes sure that his breathing is even, his voice steady. It helps him think straight, because - because that's the important part, isn't it? Allison didn't die. She didn't die again.

Slowly, he nods over her shoulder.]

We were lucky.

We were lucky you were there.

[And maybe that's what they should have done back home, too. Maybe if he had bitten her then, she would have survived. But she'd never ask him that. She wouldn't put that weight on him.

They're already fixing it.]

Please don't blame yourself for doing what you had to, Scott.

[He nods over her shoulder, though he's more preoccupied with the same thought. Could he have saved her at home, if he had bit her? He doesn't want to think about it too long. If not for that, none of them would be here now, and even though something so awful brought them here, Scott can't imagine life without the friends he's met here.]

I'm trying.

[He smiles a little, finally pulls back so he can look at her. His eyes are bright, but he blinks and feels less choked up every time.]

You're right, anyway. She's alive. That's all that matters.

She's alive. And she's better than she was when she left.

[She smiles a little back at him, rubbing his arms gently before dropping her hands. She's sincerely relieved, though and she hopes it's clear enough for him to pick up on it.]

You did a good thing.

[He takes a deep if shaky breath, and gets a whiff of that relief. It's getting easier to recognize emotions when he smells them, the way they brush against the back of his tongue and fill his nose. He nods, and finally starts to steady himself.

Then he glances back at his bed and grimaces.]

I should get this cleaned up.

No, Scott.

[She doesn't look at his room yet, she doesn't want her stomach to turn when she thinks about whose blood that is. She'll just focus on her talk with Allison and know that she's okay.]

You don't need to be here right now. Go find Stiles. Talk to him. [She'll clean. Get rid of the sight and hopefully the smell of blood.]

[He looks over her shoulder at the door like that's the only thing in the world he wants to do. Go find Stiles. Get out of this room.

But Scott has a sense of duty he'll never shake, so he looks back down at her, and carefully settles his hands on her shoulders.]

You don't need to be here either.

Go.

[Her voice is firm when she tells him that. She's managing to hold on to her talk with Allison. To remain calm for him.

But she knows there's no point in lying to him.]

I'll be okay. I promise.

[It's hard to say no to Lydia Martin. It's almost impossible. So though he wants to argue, he hugs her instead. His arms slide around her shoulders and for a moment he just holds on. Because he needs her to know that if she changes her mind, if she needs someone with her, they're stronger together.]

Thanks. [He makes his slow way to the door.]

What would this scrimmage entail?

We'll work on working like a team. Passing, running plays, getting, like, solid as teams. It's really rough when you play together the first time, so the scrimmage lets us figure all that out.

But it is not a game.

Usually, there'd be a league. In a league, everyone's trying to make it to the finals. It's like, a whole bunch of school teams play against each other to find out who's the best that year. You play games, and some teams get knocked out of the running. A scrimmage wouldn't count toward the finals; it's not a big deal if you lose a scrimmage.

[A beat]

But But I guess since it's just the two teams here, none of that really matters.

[Here is where the evolution of language is a thing. Connor is squinting, because a scrimmage isn't something he associates with this game.]

You mean to say we will play a game.

Yeah! Yeah, exactly. It just like, doesn't count.

[He pauses, makes a quiet 'huh' sound.] I mean, I guess it doesn't matter if it counts or not - there are only two teams, so it's not like we'll have to see who makes the play offs.

[Okay, glad they cleared that up except oh wait.] Play offs?

[THIS IS THE NATURE OF THE I ENDURE RELATIONSHIP]

Sorry. Where I'm from, there are a bunch of teams, and they're all trying to beat each other and make it to the play offs. It's like how you figure out who the best team is.

[OF COURSE...]

Ah. Well, then yes. This would appear to be somewhat moot here, when we are only two.

[Hi Scott, there's a raccoon staring at you with a fairly confused expression on his face while he tries to figure this all out.]

It's a stick with a net on it. And you do...sports with it?

[He's never played a sport in his life, can you tell?]

[Nope. Sorry Rocket. Hold the phone.]

You....yeah, you do....sports with....You're a talking raccoon.

Is everybody gonna make a big thing about it? Geez, you guys are sad. Yeah. Apparently. So what.

Um. I'm....Nothing? Nothing. That's...

Do you...wanna play? We can probably find a stick your size...

Do I wanna play with your fancy...I don't even know what that is. Looks like somethin' you catch dinner with or somethin'.

It's a lacrosse stick! You catch the ball in it. I can probably find a video of a game, if you've never seen it before.

Why make it complicated, just catch it in your hands like a normal person.

[Don't mind him, he's just confused.]

Fine, show me the video. Can't get any more ridiculous.

Cause then it would be basketball. [But he grins, even if it's still a little dazed, and goes to his computer to pull up the video he has of a national game. He holds his comm so Rocket can see it.]

We can teach you all the rulea. It's a lot of run to play.

[Short, sweet, and with a smile:]

I'll see you at practice!

[A pause.] I don't see Jackson on the roster. Isn't he playing?

Oh, hey good point! That'll round us out more!

[Utsav not even a question that Jackson will want to play. It's Jackson.]

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