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002 | Kobra Kid | [Video]

[Kobra's panting hard and wincing down at the little communicator.]

Can anyone who knows how to give stitches come to the church? I can't do it myself on account of it being my arm and also I don't have the supplies. I would kinda prefer one of the pretty doctors, if that's cool.

[He grins, but it's not totally there.]

Turns out I am not a dog person after all.

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I don't act. [He edges up to the space she's made in the door, looking at her seriously.] What is wrong with you?

[The smug look melts away as his words echo Jackson's. She steps back like he'd physically hurt her.]

Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me, I'm fine. I'm--

[Her gaze drifts down and her mouth opens but no sound comes out. She wants Kobra and Daneel to be here right now.]

You're gonna think I'm crazy.

[He gives her a beat of quiet. Maybe he actually thinks before talking. (WHAT) Party huffs out a breath and stays in the closet, crouching, wrapping his arms around his knees. He still watches her intensely though.] Crazy in good company, though.

What is it?

[Lydia has no shot at tell him the truth. Explaining it properly just sounds ridiculous. She's not sure she'd even tell Kobra. Would he even believe her? Probably not.]

... A while ago, I was attacked. By ... a wolf. [Is there any possible way she can make the next part sound less insane? Her brow furrows.] It bit me. It was really bad. I ended up in the hospital and then I guess I got sick because I spent two days naked in the woods with no memory of it whatsoever. It got worse after that. I started to lose it... my friends ignored me, no one would listen, and I just kept having these-- horrible nightmares. I still have them.

[She crouches down, sitting on her heels and meeting Party's gaze.] Daneel and Kobra make me feel normal and safe. If I lost either one of them... [That was too much. She'd said way too much. There's a forced smile as she puts her guard back up.] It's just not an option, okay? That's why I was crying. That's what's wrong.

[He starts with a nod. Bit by a wolf. Okay. But the story goes on, and his eyes get incrementally wider. It's a mix of wonder and fascination, but it probably just looks like gawking. He leans forward, planting his hands on the floor, fingers flush together.] Holy shit.

Holy shit!

[That... was not the reaction she was expecting. Not even close. She eyes him warily, tilting her head and frowning.]

What? Keep in mind that if you repeat this to anyone I will have to bite your tongue off.

I--tch! Come on, who'm I gonna tell? Shut up, I swear, my lips are sealed! That's like a fuckin, uh--like a religious experience, are you for real? They find the dog? Didja go back? Where was it, are you American?

[He thinks it's cool?! ... Okay, she can definitely see the family resemblance now.]

Yes, I'm for real. Yes, they found him. [Technically he found her.] Going back was unavoidable. The lacrosse field outside my school, and yes. American. I'm from California.

Seriously?! Where? When? [He eases the closet door open a little farther. He's officially hooked.] Waiwait, lacrosse field--how old are you?

Seriously. Beacon Hills. And you're asking when because you and Kobra are from the horrible, showerless future, right? 2012.

[She moves a bit closer, sitting on the floor instead of crouching, and smooths her skirt over her legs. Normally, she would have punched someone in the throat for asking so many personal questions... but there was something about these excitable man-children that was begrudgingly endearing.]

I'm 18. This happened last year.

[An amused squeak as he settles back on his ass, elbows hooked again around his knees, head ducked between his shoulders.] Yer a fuckin baby! Christ!

What happened to the dog?

And yet, I'm more mature than you and your brother combined. Age is just a number.

[She looks distant for a moment. What did happen to Peter?] ... He got away. He's in the woods somewhere.

Pfft! Age is just a number, kinda like IQ. Smarts is one thing; mature is another. [xqz u] You oughta get on that when you get back. Finding it, I mean.

Said the hyperactive thirteen-year-old in a grown man's body currently sitting in my closet.

... Why would I want to find it? And who says I'm going back?

You wanna find it, cuz that's fuckin destiny, right? S'a big deal. That's fate shit, man, you don't fuck with that.

And you're going back. [A shrug like he don't care, but don't fight this.] We're all going back.

[That-- that's just ... ] Wrong. On both counts. [Peter Hale is sure as hell not her destiny. There is no way she would ever let him touch her again.]

I don't believe in destiny. That's total bullshit. We make our own fate. And If we can find a way out of here, who knows if it will be back where we came from? If there is a way to go back, there must be a way to go anywhere. Any place, any time! It doesn't have to be home. It doesn't even have to be this planet!

[He snorts, hands up.] Fuck you too then, I'm going home! You don't gotta, you can go any place any time!

... You really want to go back there? Even if you had the choice to go somewhere safe? Somewhere you didn't have to run?

[He shifts, nails settling to dig at his knees.] ...How much he's told you?

Enough. Helium wars, no running water, the nicest place he'd lived in a while was a gas station. He ate dog food. [Could that be-- yep. It's a very tiny smile. She'd never admit it to anyone, but she kind of hung on Kobra's every word. The words that weren't totally idiotic, at least. The smile vanishes and her expression darkens.]

... He also said you died. Both of you. Apparently it happens a lot, is that true? Who were you fighting?

[Wow, wow, that is a lot of information. As she elaborate, his lips sew shut, posturing curling further down as his eyes dart elsewhere, kind of--anywhere.] No one died. He's rattled.

[He didn't seem to have a problem asking her a million and one personal questions. Double standard!]

Hey... don't-- [She reaches out to touch him, but stops herself.] You don't have to say anything. I really don't need to know. You have your reasons, and if you want to go back, then you should go back. We'll find a way. But he's going to go with you, isn't he? [A nod.] Of course he is. That's what family does.

[It's probably good she withdraws, since the look he gives her hand speaks pretty immediately of biting. Not that he'd abstain from poking or prodding at her. Double standard! Party nods tightly at her question.] Claro que si, whattayou think? That's--he is. [Why wouldn't he?

[He wipes at his lips, scowling.] What the fuck is this wallpaper?

... [Oh my god, did she just laugh? She totally did. Couldn't quite cover her mouth quickly enough.]

Not my choice. [She grins.] Come on. Let's go to the kitchen. I'll make you something to eat.

Tch. Find me a can spray paint, I'll fix it for ya. Pink. An' yellow. [Eating, eating is good, eating is great. He'll gladly follow her to the kitchen. His butt's starting to hurt anyway.]

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