seven ✚ timeworn

[affectioning]

[ 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.

[ all replies will come from paraveterinary ]

Comments

[lefthandedgenius]

I screamed. [Let's just leave it at that.]

Well, he started of threatening me and telling me he'd kill my friends if I didn't help him, but the friend that did show up sort of proved to me that he's a ghost and I don't think he has any actual power except to annoy me a lot and -- shut UP, Peter, god! [This to someone presumably off-camera before she turns back to the screen.] Yeah. Like that.

Oh hey, are you Scott I know in a grown up body, or Scott as an adult from a future chronological point? [Because that's interesting, okay.]

[paraveterinary]

[ He wasn't here, yet. So, he can't say he heard it. ]

I would've come if I'd heard it.

So, he's more annoying than dangerous.

Scott as an adult. Future chronology.

[lefthandedgenius]

Of course you would have.

And yeah, I didn't know that at first, though. I mean, he's been just a ghost before, and look at what he managed to do.

Future chronology? Really? Fascinating. [Unthinkingly echoing a certain pointy eared hobgoblin.]

So what are we all like, then? Oh, and when you get to me, the applicable words are 'NASA' and 'astrophysicist'.

[paraveterinary]

I don't know if I should. It's only a matter of time before Stiles talks my ear off about the space-time continuum. What's the number one rule of time travel?

[lefthandedgenius]

[She studies him sidelong, the tip of her tongue poking out of her mouth.]

...am I at least in the sciences? Or mathematics?

[She gives him her best Big Green Eyes.]

[paraveterinary]

Like you're good at only one thing. You're confident. Still sexy as hell. The smartest person I know. We have dinner when I drop into town. Not Beacon Hills.

[lefthandedgenius]

Euphemistically have dinner, or actually just have dinner?

[She would ask that, wouldn't she.]

[paraveterinary]

Have dinner.

[ Ignore the one lost weekend, okay? ]

[lefthandedgenius]

[She will never, ever know about Tahoe.

Until it happens in his origin timeline, anyway.]

[Lydia grins, because his face.]

As long as everyone's okay, that's good.

[paraveterinary]

[ Fair. ]

Everyone's okay.