oo2. | ℒ | what the HELL just happend?

[sucking]

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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[shutupmarco]

It's a little comforting, but not by much. Immediately, Rachel's mind is full of a hundred excuses, flaws in that idea. But...she wants to believe it. It'd be so much easier if she did.

"I don't know. That was a dream," Rachel says, quietly, but the irritation is gone from her voice. "I guess...it's possible. I don't know, this place -- it doesn't make any sense. I don't know why I'm here."

[sucking]

Lydia knows that it's only half of a comfort, but she's trying.

"The things that I felt, that happened back home -- they're the same things that Stiles told me happened. We're not from the same point in time, so I can't be missing, because in his future -- I'm still there. I was there, so things can't just keep going without you, Rachel. You have to trust that you're too important for that to happen."

It's the sort of thing she'd want to hear and she hopes that it sounds like the truth, because it's what she wants to be the truth.

[shutupmarco]

That's...more reassuring, actually. Lydia has no reason to lie, and neither does Stiles, and that's way too much to be a coincidence. You have to trust that you're too important for that too happen. That really lifts her spirits, hearing that. That she matters. That somehow, even though she's here, that her friends aren't without her after all. That she's still fighting the good fight back home.

Rachel nods, slowly, biting her lip. She manages a small smile, though, squeezing Lydia's hand back. "Thanks, Lydia," she says, her voice a little hoarse, but it's genuine. "It's just...god. All of this is too much. I don't even know what I'm doing here, if I'm still back home somehow. Or how I'm here."