oo2. | ℒ | what the HELL just happend?

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who. Lydia & her roommates
what. Lydia's Triumphant Return
where. Places.
when. This Morning.
warnings. Stiles will fuss.



Lydia wakes up with a start. Her body feels sore, a pull across her chest as if she's been in a collision. The Jeep. She had been in a warehouse. Frowning, she sits up and glances around. This isn't the warehouse. She glances down and she's in a bed. Fingers press to her brow, rubbing at it and trying to wake up more. She feels hazy and when she stands up she feels just uncomfortable. Moving to the door, she exits and then she realizes that she's not in a warehouse somewhere in Beacon Hills. She's on Omega. Again.

Turning around she looks at the door, but it looks like all the others and she's not even sure who would've taken her here -- or why.
Shaking it off, she finds her omni-tool and figures out where she is. It's just a shuttle ride and then she's back at the apartment. She needs to get back.

The ride feels numb, like a blur. She's trying to reconcile being home. She's trying to deal with what she saw. She's not even sure how it happened -- if it happened. Except, it matches what Stiles said to her. Maybe that's what it was. Maybe she dreamed it. Except it feels much more real. She's sure of it. Her fingers rub to the side of her nose again and the shuttle comes to a stop, allowing her to get out.

She gets to the apartment and opens the door. Glancing around, she just speaks loudly, "Stiles? Rachel?"

Her voice carries, mostly because Lydia knows how to project.

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To be honest, Lydia doesn't mind that he hasn't let go of her. It's reassuring and it's who he is. She doesn't expect him to stop being worried and concerned just because she's miraculously back from ... the place that shall not be named.

Exhaling, she nods at his remark about the shower, "I'll do that then. You'll be here when I get out, right?" Because, maybe she wants to just have that reassurance again.

[jumpiness]

"I'm not going anywhere," Stiles assures her earnestly, patting her back once where his hands are before he lets them fall away to his sides. "We can talk about something. Or you can kick my butt at holographic chess."

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Lydia nods, exhaling again once his hands leave her shoulders. She knows that she can handle this, that it'll be fine and she'll just push forward and continue on.

"I'll be looking forward to kicking your butt," she replies with an attempt at a smile. Excusing herself, she goes to her space gathering her things and then heading to the bathroom where she's planning on just curling up under the water and letting it run over her for a good bit of time. She'll scrub and clean, but she just wants to breathe and not think about anything for a bit.

[jumpiness]

Stiles watches her go and he - well he worries. He hopes this is really Lydia, but he's still not sure what this place is like. Still, it seems like Lydia - what he knows of her.

Instead, he sits down and pulls up the games tab to set up the game, wondering if she'll show up. He hopes Rachel will be home soon so he can tell her Lydia's back, too.

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Lydia knows that he's going to worry and that there's nothing he can do to not worry. Surprisingly, she's okay with it this time. Mostly because she's worried herself. In the shower, she mostly presses to the wall and lets the water run over her. She scrubs where she can, inspecting every inch of herself that she can see. The scar from Peter is still there, angry and pointing out that vulnerable time in her life, but that's all that's there. She doesn't see any puncture marks, no skin irritation that would be indicative of being held against her will. There's nothing, which is as much frustrating as it is confusing.

So Lydia lets the water just run over her. She lets it run until it's nearly cold. She lets it run until she can't feel the water anymore, just a press of temperature to her skin. Shutting the shower off, she sits on the floor in the bathroom, towel wrapped tight across her as her hair drips water into a puddle. Eventually, she dries off and twists her hair up in a towel while she redresses. She pats at her hair, shaking it through the towel and running her fingers through it. She doesn't dry it, doesn't look to put make-up on or anything else. She just gets dressed and moves to rejoin Stiles.