[They decided to watch a movie. Lydia kept looking at her, as if expecting something to happen, but soon gave up as Allison snuggled against her side and they actually started to enjoy themselves...it was a comedy, a light film, and soon Allison was so comfortable she drifted off to sleep.

She remembers it as she wakes up with a mighty yawn, lifting her head off of Lydia's shoulder. She smiles at Lydia, who has her head thrown back against the back of the sofa, her mouth open in sleep, but somehow isn't snoring.

Only Lydia. She hasn't seen her that far gone since the their study sessions after the Nemeton ritual...

Allison sits up a little more, feeling like cold water had just been tossed on her.

She remembered. More importantly, she remembered everything. The past, the present...she felt normal.

It was shaky, and strange...but it was there.

Turning to look at Lydia's sleeping face again, her heart aches with a sudden swell of anguish and love it hurts all over to endure it. Shifting closer, she reaches up to smooth her hair off her cheek, watching her sleep for a few more moments.

Then, with a smile, she leans over and kisses Lydia, slow and soft...then again when all she does is make a sleepy sound.]

Lydia...wake up, sweetie. C'mon, I have a surprise for you...and this time it's not Stiles as your date for the formal.

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[Scott had gone to bed ridiculously early last night, not because he was tired, but because he couldn't handle the conversations. With Stiles. With Allison. He didn't sleep, not for awhile, he was just laying awake thinking about too many things at once. Allison said something that struck such a chord in him, he couldn't shake it. But the words didn't mean anything to her, didn't bring any memories of terrible nights at a creepy motel, she didn't even remember that night. She didn't remember the last couple years of her life at all.

He'd fallen asleep thinking about it, woke up with it all still on his mind. As much as he tried to ignore it, to avoid Lydia these days, he just...couldn't shake the mixed pain and anger bubbling beneath the surface.

He might have talked himself out of it if he hadn't happened to meet her on the elevator when he left the Stilinski apartment, headed out for a run, anything to stop thinking for awhile. Seeing her made him shift gears entirely.]

Can I talk to you?

So, uh, I heard a few things 'bout this TV show that's been on. The one about life in Beacon Hills?

I just wanna let those affected know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm out here. And believe me, I get dealing with the fucked-up aspects of fiction with roots in reality, and how the whole damn thing is bullshit...'scuse the language, ladies.

Anyway, uh--I guess that's it. Oh, and the name's Lance. Since most of you have no fuckin' clue who I am--again, pardon the language.

[It's not something he's sure he even wants to think about, but since Stiles brought it up last night, it's been steadily resting in the very front of his mind and he doesn't know who else to talk to about it. She seems the most obvious. Maybe because usually she lets logic and reason lead her.

It won't be an easy conversation, and that's what has him nervous, hesitant at even bringing it up. He's sitting in a small room with not much more than a table with chairs surrounding it, a whiteboard to one side of the room, and a door somewhere behind him. Lydia would recognize it as a study room in the library. It was private and quiet and he didn't have to worry about anyone in his apartment picking up on the conversation this way.]

Do you...think that we [Stiles] screwed up in my world? When we [Stiles] brought Allison back? Should we [he] have waited or-- Should we have just...left it alone? Is- is this really any better? For her? Because-- I didn't know. None of us did. Stiles did it on his own, and I'm pretty sure I would have argued him on it if he'd told me, but-- Now? She's here and alive and I wouldn't want to change that for anything, but is it really because it's what's better for her or just me being selfish and not wanting to give her up?

[His eyes drop to his hands. He can't even look at her when he says the next part.] She's going to lose us eventually, Lydia. Just like-- ["we lost her."]

[The last thing Scott had been doing before everything suddenly changed was arguing with Lydia. Again. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't believe she was willing to risk everything that could go wrong for the impossibly small chance that it might go right. He couldn't believe she was going to trust Peter to help her. There was nothing about the situation that struck him as okay.

And it was all made worse by what Peter told them.]

I don't care, Lydia, we can't do this! You can't risk it when we don't know what the consequences would be!

[The scene faded in a blink of an eye and Scott stared, confused.] Lydia?

...hi.

[Allison grows quiet for a second, rubbing the back of her neck as she frowns into the feed.]

I, uh...I've been told that there's some people here I know. That I've been here before. And there's someone--

[She cuts herself off, rolling her lips together as she thinks of Lydia. She's in pain all the time, Allison can tell. She can...God, it's insane, but she can feel it. She has to resist the urge constantly...

To go to her. To reach out...to get closer. But that's not right. She'd have said something if that was right. If there was something to this pull she was feeling.]

--I can't remember. There's this giant chunk of my life that's gone, and I don't know why.

If any of you out there know who I am, or know the people who do? I need to talk to you. I have to remember.

[If she can just remember, she can figure out what's wrong between her and Lydia. The whole picture of what they are to each other.]

[Stileses, Scotts and Lucas]

[Since she brought Allison back to their apartment and showed her to one of the empty rooms, all she did was cry. She tried a shower, she tried to drink, she tried to sleep. But nothing helped.

Having Allison right there, just across the hall from her, but having her stare at her like she wants to see the familiarity there but just can't seem to reach it inside her own head hurts. It hurts nearly as much as feeling her life fade away. Almost.

So now she's just hurting, slightly drunk, sleep deprived and confused. Because she can't make sense of any of this. She can't think clearly when she feels like her whole world just fell apart again.

Which is why she reaches out for the boys. At first, she thinks of going with only Stiles. But she wants Scott there too. And Lucas offered.

She's sitting on the floor, leaning back against their bed as she hugs Allison's pillow between her knees and her chest and looks down at the tablet.]

It's my Allison. The one who has no memories of Beacon Hills.

She vanished last night, we were asleep and she was just-- gone. And then I felt her again and I heard her screaming.

I just-- I don't get it. But I can feel it's her. [And if what she's saying doesn't make that much sense, it's because she can barely think right now, let alone explain herself.]

(ooc: takes place right after this date-making post.)

I need help. Fast.

Party at [Chris's apt #] tonight at Watchtower. BYOB.

[Chris]
We're throwing a party, how much cash have you got left?

[Cherry]
Hey.

[Teresa]
What's there to do around here anyway.

[Logan is in the middle of the woods, shirt torn at the sleeve and blood splattered on his clothes. There's a machete in his hand, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he beheads a walker.]

Fucking zombies. [The words are muttered and he turns, kicking at another that's too close for comfort.]

Seriously, why the fuck couldn't we have an alien apocalypse? No, it has to be goddamn zombies. Veronica, where the hell did you go? [He turns in a circle, looking for her and not seeing her anywhere. Goddammit.

Then he catches sight of a flashing red light a few feet away and he cocks his head, zeroing in on it. ]

Is this for fucking real? [He picks up the iPad and stares at it. He hasn't seen one of these in a couple years, let alone one that's working.]

Veronica, you're not gonna believe what I just found.

Prom's theme this year is Cosmic Love and all the decorations are stars and moons and planets, in hues and shades of blue and silver and purple and pink. There are balloons everywhere, and floating tealight battery-operated candles adorn pretty crystal bowls filled with water. Sparkly star confetti is also strewn on the silver tablecloths covering the tables. The photographer's set up is in the far corner of the large gymnasium for those having their pictures taken.

A DJ with all his fancy equipment is set up on the stage and taking requests for songs and song dedications.

There are tables of food toward the back of the room, as well as a table for drinks. Both are being monitored by school staff in case there are any ideas of spiking the punch.


[Use this post for all your prom related needs, folks! Mingle, get to know new people, dance with your date, etc. Have fun!]

[One minute, she was discussing the next hunt with her father...still obedient and loyal, still looking at her like she'd died, like she was one of them, something to be hunted and captured and dealt with...and the next she wasn't.

She's just grateful she had her daggers in hand when it happened.

Standing near the base of a massive structure she has to step back to look at, and even then can't see the top, Allison is immediately on alert. Ring daggers at the ready, she turns in a slow circle to survey her surroundings...

And spots a tablet on the ground, roughly two feet away.

Glancing around, she walks over to carefully pick it up, finding the device is on and transmitting. She scans it for a moment, familiarizes herself with its functions, then finally addresses the feed.]

I don't know where I am? But when I find out, I'm going to kill whoever brought me here.

[Not a threat: a fact. This Allison has steel in her gaze, knives in her voice, and shoots her words like arrows, with perfect and deadly precision.

In any world, any universe...this is not the Allison that anyone knows.]

Hey.

[New Lydia (hertether)]

Hi. You settling in okay?

[Pack Werewolves + Scott (neverawolf)]

Full moon in two days. Does everyone have a plan that needs one?

[Scott (youranimalside)]

Hey. The full moon is in a couple days. You've probably got everything under control already, but I thought I'd make sure and see if you needed anything.

[Stileses and Scotts who are friends with their versions of themselves. Plus the three Lydias she talks to and Lucas.]

So I'm sure you guys have noticed the versions of us that aren't friends where they're from.

I haven't really talked to Scott, but I have talked to Stiles since he lives with us and I have noticed that the me from their world doesn't seem to leave her apartment. Like, ever. She doesn't even go to school and we all know how weird that is.

We need to figure out a way to reach out to them and help them. So I figured we could all share ideas and experiences about things you guys have tried and what worked and what didn't.


[Allison that lives with her]
Hey sweetie. We haven't really talked since your Lydia got here. I know you're doing better but I still wanted to check in on you.


[Newest Dahlia]
Hey Sissy. How are you doing?

Two things.

We seem to have acquired a great deal of cash in the last couple weeks. We should think about where we want to invest it.

Second -- guess what I just found. [And now he's grinning, bright and happy, making him look younger than usual.]

[Lydia from the other night (alunatic)]

Hi. Just wondered how you're doing, and if you needed anything.

[Newest Lydia (hertether)]

Hey. We haven't had a chance to talk yet. How are you settling in?

[Scott's - all]

I hear lacrosse is the thing where most of you are from. I've never played, and honestly I don't know much of anything about the game. [Honestly he's not that interested, but he is interested in making sure they're all okay. In getting to know them, and keeping them safe.] I'm more of a pool or cards guy [And by that he means a card shark], but maybe we could teach each other a new skill.

[Teen Dad]

Are you staying out of trouble?

[Stiles who was tethered to LA Allison; ETA]

Do you have some time?