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[Angela's sitting cross-legged on a sofa in an apartment that if anybody knew her well enough can tell that's not hers. One, the wall colors are in neutrals and there's no amount of controlled chaos around. What gives it away especially is a grey cat in her lap snoozing, and even though she is not a fan of them, Angela can't bear to move it. Her device is propped up so her hands are free to write things down on a nearby clipboard.]

The worst part of coming and going here isn't the coming back, it's coming back and realizing there are things you should already know, but you can't remember. I hate not remembering things. My life experiences are so important to me; I want to look back and go "Yeah, that was fantastic how we got arrested." but when I can't remember faces, much less names or events...

[It pisses her off. But she's not going to say that much out loud.]

So here's your mission, should you choose to accept it: tell me things about us I should remember. Doesn't matter if it's big or small. If we went to the beach together and almost got eaten by sharks, great! Or not so great, but still that's useful to me.

And if we didn't do anything together, lie to me. Make something up. It's not like I'll know the difference.

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[ Oh, he remembers you. You were fun to talk to. A bit wild. Crazy. But, you probably have stories for days. ~~He still wants to ask about Cleopatra's bed~~. Currently, he's on ~~his own~~ Derek's couch, feet propped up. Something is sizzling in the kitchen. He seems exponentially happier from the last time the two of them spoke. ]

I can come up with anything?

[ Since they just met the other day. ]

[~~Don't ask while your mom is around, Scott. Trying to get Angela strangled?~~]

Knock yourself out.

[ ~~Not at all. You're awesome. Awesome people don't deserve to get strangled. Technically, nobody deserves it. Maybe Gerard.~~ ]

You showed me some of your art. Tried to paint my friend Stiles but he wouldn't sit still. That was before we were almost eaten by sharks. But, we survived!

[~~She already offered your mom bourbon. That surely doesn't give an air of boundaries on her part.~~]

See, I was with you until you said sharks. Then your story fell apart right there.

[ ~~Scott bets his mom will get better stories than he does. ]~~

It could happen! Here. Anything could, right? [ But his grin subsides into a simple smile. ] And the part about Stiles really could happen. He can't sit still. Hey, did I ever tell you my name? [ Is he that rude? ]

Yeah, but how did I go from painting to sharks? There was no beach setup to make it really convincing.

[She purses her lips to see if she remembers a name, but nope, nothing. TOTALLY RUDE, SCOTT. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY HOME TRAINING?]

No, I don't think so. I'm Angela, by the way.

You were painting at the beach. The blanks are easily filled in.

[ A LOT, ACTUALLY. BUT HE WAS REMISS AND CURSED. IT WAS A REALLY WEIRD DAY ]

Sorry, I promise I was raised right. It's Scott. Scott McCall. Stiles is my best friend. He's been year for a year.

Filled in with bullshit, yes.

[NO EXCUSES!]

Scott... [Hold up. Seventeen, named Scott...] Is your mother here? I met a lady that said her son's name was Scott and he was seventeen.

Hey, I didn't have a lot to work with. I'll take some time and come up with something else. It'll be good.

[ NOT FOR SCOTT MCCALL. HE JUST APOLOGIZES. ]

... Yeah. She got here Saturday night. [ Got here, like she'd decided to travel here. ] You met her? [ He was filling her in on everything or he would've seen the public conversation between Angela and Scott. ]

I'll be waiting. Don't let me down.

Less met her and more I offered her bourbon.

I won't.

[ You never offered him bourbon. ]

Oh. Thanks. [ Or, something. ] I took her to the Blue Light. Explained things.

[She tried. Mama said no.]

Yeah, she did say you were talking a mile about it. How did it go?

It went well. It took a while for some things to sink in. I think she still thinks I'm joking about Captain Kirk. But, she's okay.

[ a beat, as he switches it to private ]

I never thought she'd be here. Everyone told me I shouldn't expect it. Now, I feel [ a frown ] guilty. She can't go back now.

Don't feel guilty. It's not your fault she got pulled here.

[Though she knows why everybody told him not to expect her and as quiet as Angela keeps it, she's envious.]

Just appreciate the time you have with her here.

I can't get her back.

[ If Scott could help her not feel envious, he would. ]

I will. Thanks. [ A beat. ] She's a really great mom.

[Every day that passes, she thinks that tomorrow, she'll finally be used to the thought that she may never see her friends or her dad again. Every day that passes, she knows that lying to herself never works but she keeps doing it just to survive.]

She seems like it. I can tell she loves you a lot.

[ Scott doesn't know if he can ever get used to the thought. But panicking and freaking out never help any situation. So, he deliberately wasn't. But, still waters do run deep. ]

For a long time, it's just been me and her.

I know how that is. When I was growing up, it was just me and my dad.

[~~Plus probably a ton of babysitters because canon is terrible about saying anything about Angela's mom.~~]

[ Still laughing at who her father is in canon. As well as her middle name. Genius. ]

I hope you get to see him again.

[That dream was a vision, okay? It meant something to her and is so much better than the name he gave her originally.]

Yeah, me too. [Though she tries to look hopeful, her voice has a tinge of something... like she knows that in reality, it's not going to happen.]

Edited 2013-08-06 17:27 (UTC)

So, if you come back here, sometimes you can't remember the last time you were - just that you were?

It depends on the person. Some people don't remember anything. Some people remember all. And then there are those of us who fall in the middle and only remember some.

Are you ever going to remember everything?

[She sighs, dragging a hand through her hair to ruffle it into a mess. It looks as frustrated as she is.]

Doubtful. Some people aren't here anymore to tell me things.

Maybe they'll come back. And they'll remember everything.

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