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[ 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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[ Cue Allison squinting at her device, long and hard. ]

I'm sorry, who did you say you were?

Scott? Seriously?

Scott [ Talk about a shock to the system. It's impossible not to recognize her. But, she hasn't looked like this in years. She's grown up. But, this - this is Allison Argent. This can't possibly be Allison Argent because she's one year older than him. She's always been. He doesn't know what to say or how to even react. ] McCall.

[ What's going on? ]

Seriously. It's my name. [ Really? ] Is there something wrong with the name, Scott?

...Oh my god.

[Have a completely shocked mama, Scottie.]

[ First Allison, but this takes the cake. Consider the shock mutual. ]

Mom?

Oh my god you look like my Uncle Frank.

...I mean, your great uncle. I...wow. Hi, honey. You're all right?

[ What.

How.

The fuck? ]

How is this possible? [ Forgetting the where, the City, his questions. ] It's really you. [ It's been years but he'd know his mom anywhere. She was his rock. For years. She'd encourage him to expand to wildlife. He had a thriving career, partially because of her. But, let's be honest here. She's older. Not dead because, hello, young mother but - he's in his early forties. She doesn't look like she's in her seventies. ] What's going on?

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[This is actually making her a little teary-eyed, because it's pinging a long-suppressed fear: the fear of never seeig him grow up. The life he lived was so...dangerous...]

I...You're in a place called The City. We've been here for about a month now. It's kinda complicated. But you're about twenty years older than I saw you last night.

Mom, are you okay? [ Please don't tear up? He worries immediately. ] I'm twenty years older. [ He takes that in. ] We've been here a month? [ How? What? ] You know I trust you but this doesn't make any sense.

I'm just fine, honey. Promise.

I know it makes no sense. I said the same thing when we first got here.

I'm at the hospital right now, I was just about to go to lunch. Come join me, I'll fill you in as much as I can.

[ Well, he doesn't have any better offers and this is his younger mother. Still working at the hospital. Not the Beacon Hills hospital - but the hospital. ]

I'll find my way there. [ Wait. ] So, the room I woke up in. That's mine. [ No wonder. ]

Yep. It was. And I'm sorry I wasn't there to notice.

The address of the hospital is [address!]

You were being a contributing member of society. That's no reason to apologize.

[ He takes the address and like the intelligent veterinarian he is, he finds his way there in about ten to fifteen minutes. It doesn't help that it's a big hospital. He finds one of the nursing stations at least.

He turns on his network device again. ] Hey, I found one of the nurse's stations but this place is huge. I'm by the stairwell.

I'm on my way.

[And she aapears not five minutes later, coming through a fire door. And she stops short.]

...God. Time is already passing too fast. This is making me feel old.

[ When she appears, he turns to face her. It's his mother. Subtracted twenty or so years. ]

You're not old. [ She wasn't. He never saw his mother as old. This is weird. But, he comes forward and he hugs her. ] I'm old - er. [ He's not allowed to say he's old, then his mother is old and his mother isn't allowed to be old. ]

[Not really able to help herself, she steps forward and cups his face with both her hands. And she smiles.]

Look at you. Wow. It's...amazing, really.

What do you want me to tell you about? You filled me in here first, only right I return the favor, huh?

Scott?

It's just - I know Scott McCall. And he's seventeen.

You're -

[ She shakes his head, trying to look more closely at his face. It's hard with a screen in the way. ] Older.

No! It's a great name! I'm so, so sorry--I was just surprised, that's all.

You don't remember me, right?

[ 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.

Should I? Have I treated your pet before? [ Is she a client? ] Where did we meet?

[ By now, he's gotten the rundown. ]

Derek. It's been a while. [ Longer for him. A lot longer. They don't... stay in touch . ] You're here, too.

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

What happened?

Amazing's one word for it. [ What does he want to know? Try this. ] How did we get here?

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