poly_chromatic | seven ✚ timeworn

[ Even though it's a Saturday morning, Scott McCall had a full day planned. He had a breakfast with Stiles on the books. Those are top priority, even at this age. He was going to birth a horse shortly after. (Someone has to do it.) He'd planned on taking a few hours at the clinic because some of his favorite owners were on the books. They knew not to expect him every week - or every month, even, but he's in Beacon Hills for an unspecified amount of time. Dropping in on Deaton's practice has to happen. It brings back memories. He sees himself in the younger kid working there. It's hard not to. Innocence and bright eyes. A kid that hasn't seen the world yet.

But, all those plans change when he wakes up not in his old house. He never sold it. It held too many memories. He doesn't live in Beacon Hills full time, but he can't bring himself to sell it. Even though he's told over and over, this is a seller's market. Not that it matters now.

The room he wakes up in is the room of a teenager.

Wolfsbane?

He's not sure. It's a poor kidnapping because the bedroom door is unlocked.

After he finds his network device and sorts himself out, he addresses everyone. The face is older, a lot older than they're used to. But, he's fine with it. It's him. For those relatives and friends not in the apartment this morning they're in for quite a shock. ]

I get it. It's like a conference call on Skype. [ He looks impressed. ] My name is Scott McCall. I have a few questions if anyone out there can oblige me. Two minutes. It's all I need.

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[ Of course you know Scott McCall at seventeen. You're Allison Argent at seventeen. ]

Hey. I was young once. [ And he doesn't look that old. ] And you're younger. I know I'm usually the one who points out the obvious.

[ He looks older than her, okay? ~~And maybe really hot.~~ ]

What happened?

If you don't expect me to ask you the same question right back... [ Why should he know? But, he can be a team player. They worked together at one time. Now, they see each other a few times a year - sometimes when they're in town at the same time or when they end up in the same city for one reason or another. ] I woke up in a kid's bedroom. I found this phone. Then you answered looking - a lot younger than I remember.

You remember? I've never seen you like this before.

[ Though it's interesting, she thinks, that he knows her as older. It certainly answers her question of whether or not they'll still be friends years down the line. ]

And I've never been any older than this, Scott.

I've seen you like this. Twenty-some years ago.

[ Give or take. It does and it doesn't. If she asks for specifics, he may provide them. ]

Maybe you haven't here. But, you will be.

[ She pauses, mouth twisting to one side as she proceeds to think. ]

So, how do I look when I'm forty?

Great. You look thirty. [ She looks amazing. She always looks amazing. Sometimes, she even looks breathtaking. ] You're beautiful.

[ Okay, hearing that from him - a much older him - still makes her grin and blush warmly. His voice might be deeper, but the more she listens to it, the more she's convinced it's really him. She tries to tone down her response, even if she can't stop the words from tumbling out. ]

You're not so bad yourself.

[ He looks off screen. Is he a dirty old man if he was with her when he was seventeen? And sixteen? And eighteen. It'd been a hot and heavy few on and off years. ]

Thanks. So, my mother, who also looks younger than she is, is also here. [ Derek Hale. ] Have you been here a month, too?

[ Not really. Especially since - if she's interpreting this right - they were together when they were slightly older, too. Maybe not forever like they'd promised each other, but still. ]

No, not nearly that long. Only a couple of days.

[ A few times. More temporary than any. When their paths crossed. They've tried to make go's at it but it gets too complicated. Not to mention, he's never been able to say those three little words since he was seventeen. He's pretty sure he's never been in love. His dark heart doesn't help matters. It doesn't encourage him for good possibilities and a bright future with Allison. ]

How's that work now? [ This is all still so confusing. ] Are you okay?

[ The funny thing is that she never even considered a life of possibility in love after Scott. Hadn't even really dreamed about what it was like, and then Isaac came along - beyond that, she knows she's just being naive if she thinks she can have anything resembling a normal relationship again. Not with what surrounds her. ]

I only just arrived. But I'm fine, I promise. You were here to greet me - younger you.

[ Join the club considering normal relationships. One night stands are safest. Or port-significant others. Sex in every city! ]

Seventeen year old me. [ He's a trip. ] So, where is seventeen year old me?

I don't know. Not here? Maybe there's a rule that there can't be two Scott McCalls in one place. It'd break the universe.

Two Scott McCalls would make the universe too awesome.

[ She just laughs, ducking her head to hide the full breadth of her smile. ]

Maybe you're right.

Maybe? You wound me. [ He loves when Allison of any age smiles. ] It's probably better this way. I'd probably spend too long telling him what not to do. Stiles would explode from me breaking the space-time continuum.

Oh my God, Stiles. Does he know? Have you seen him?

[ Because she has a feeling that Stiles probably hasn't been privy to the knowledge that his best friend is now forty. ]

Not yet. But, knowing him, I'll be talking to him soon. Think he'll just gape at me and think all of this is really cool?

Definitely the gaping part.

It might take him a second to deal with the fact that you're basically old enough to be his dad.

We'll all eventually be old enough to be his dad. Is it weird for you? Should I stop talking?

No.

[ Okay, maybe she was a little too quick to reply there. ][ It's still Scott, after all. ]

I'll admit it. It's weird. Seeing you like this, it's been years. But, it's still you.

Well, why wouldn't it be me? The only difference is more laugh lines, I bet.

Yep. Only difference.

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