newfoundheroism | phone! (sort of)

[ pretty much immediately following this, allison sends sky a text. ]

hey, you around? got a couple of questions.

[ internal freaking out noises playing in the distance. ]

[Oh hey, it's Allison! ... Oh hey, that's phrase worth worrying about. Is everything okay...? djakflsjk]

Hey, yeah, of course. What's up?

Everything's fine, I was just wondering...did you get bitten about a year ago? By a wolf, I mean. About a year ago now, just before I got to town?

[ she's not even really sure what she wants the answer to be. either way, this is confusing as hell and she's kind of internally freaking out here. sorry, sky. ]

[... welp.]

Yeah. I did.

["Just like Scott," she wants to add. Because talking to Danny and Stiles has made it pretty clear to her that there's some weird parallel thing going on between her and Scott, even if they're still not sure what it is.]

[ and this is just about the strangest thing she's encountered so far, honestly. she can just about handle space, just about handle zombies, but now her ex (and if there was ever a word far too small to encompass their complicated relationship it's that) is a girl and she just...doesn't know how to process that one.

welp indeed. ]

So were me and you...?

[ because obviously that's the main thing to be discussed here :| ]

[Yes obviously! :|b]

We were.

[There's a time lapse - just long enough for Sky to run her hands through her hair and try to think of a way to keep Allison from freaking out - before she sends off another message:]

But didn't you say you knew Scott? Not me?

[... Probably not gonna go as she hopes.]

Yeah, I knew Scott.

[ and really, there are so many bigger issues here than her personal life. there's so much that she's doing right now, far too much that she's worrying about, but this?

this is still a big deal. it's not quite the sledgehammer that kate's arrival caused, but it's pretty damn close. this is her ex boyfriend...as a girl. and it makes sense, in a weird kind of a way. the similarities are all too obvious now that she's put two and two together. she just doesn't quite know what to make of that yet. ]

I'm sorry.

[ as if that can even begin to cover it ]

[It may not be the biggest issue that needs dealing with, but it's still an issue, and it's just as boggling on Sky's end. There's a boy version of her running around, and that's who Allison's history-and-not-so-history is with? It's weird, thinking about someone so important to you being with... another you, so to speak. Sky's not sure how to handle it.]

It's okay. [not entirely. but...] It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault actually.

[Doesn't make it sting or confuse any less.]

[ Give her back the zombies any day, at least she kind of knows what she's doing there.

Seriously, Allison isn't bad at emotional stuff by any means, it's just that when things get this complicated she starts to panic, and when she starts to panic all she wants to do is go and shoot a target for a few hours until her mind is numb enough that she can think properly again. Unfortunately that's not an option here, so instead she's just trying to stumble her way through this as best as possible.

Because Sky definitely brings out something in her, she just doesn't know how to place it. She doesn't even know how to describe it, almost like it's some kind of phantom limb syndrome except where the limb was never really hers to begin with. ]

Is there anyone here who knows you as you?

[ There's so many of them, one has got to, right?

:c ]

[It's less of a phantom limb on her end, and more like being sucked into an episode of The Twilight Zone where you never existed, and someone else is living your life. Of course her feelings for Allison are still the same, even if this isn't "her" Allison - from her own version of Beacon Hills. It's still Allison. There's just a brand new level of complication involved now. (As if they didn't have enough of that before.)

And... you'd think someone would know her, yes, but...]

No one. They all know Scott - not me. It's been really weird.

[Weird enough to make her think she's gone crazy, if she lets herself sit and spin on it, which she's trying really hard not to do.]

Have you seen it yet?

[ so someone might be a little concerned about all of her friends

Just did. Was about to text you.

[She's pretty riled up about this, even if it leaves her completely unsure of how to proceed from here - aside from the obvious making sure her friends are okay first.]

It's not right. [UNDERSTATEMENT. but it at least begins to put words to her fuming thoughts.]

[ thank god, honestly. allison is furious and she just...needs someone to be furious with her right now. ]

are you at home right now?

[ because guess who doesn't trust the network right now. ]

[They can be furious together. 'Cause this shit don't fly, ok.]

Yeah. Come on up. Unless you want to go somewhere else?

Inside is probably a safer bet right now, honestly. Make sure it's me before you open up. I'll be over soon.

[ so maybe she's verging on slightly paranoid here, though hardly without good reason. they did just watch several people get murdered on their network. it's one of the many times she's beyond relieved that she stashed as much weaponry from one of kilo's shacks out of the dome as possible, because phasers are great and all but it has nothing on the familiar weight of a gun in her hand.

not that she keeps it in her hand as she walks the streets. instead it gets slipped inside one of the many pockets of the large jacket she arrived with. one hand rests on the handle, the other hand thumbs the silver bullet sitting in her other pocket. it's a constant reminder of what she's left behind back home, the constant state of flux she exists in. are their parents alive? will they still be alive when they (if they) get back? the answers are far too vague for her liking, and now they're killing people to boot.

when she gets to sky's house she knocks quickly. three quick raps in succession, and then her hand returns to slowly turning the silver bullet between her finger and thumb. it's almost subconscious now, whenever she's stressed, scared, nervous or (in this case) furiously angry, her hand seeks out that bullet. tonight is no exception. ]

hey, kiddo

just checking in on you

[ ~~you're okay right.~~ ]

[He caught her in the middle of a crying fit, one that came for no good reason. She's curled up in the corner of her bed, clutching those glasses like they're the only things keeping her tethered to reality right now. She doesn't want to reach out to anyone, to bother them with this onslaught of feelings that she really should know better how to keep to herself.

But... but he contacted her, right? So...]

Yeah, is something wrong?

[deflect, deflect, deflect, deflect...]

Hey, it's Jim – I don't wanna worry you or anything, but whenever you've got a minute, come see me. I have something for you.

[LORD this is coming after she's finally recovered from being a royal mess and a half... djfkal And why yes, she's still a little embarrassed! But that's not gonna stop her from seeing him.

So when she next gets a moment to spare, she fires off a quick text to let Jim know she's on her way. A few minutes later, she's knocking on his door.]

[ you don't ever have to be embarrassed around him, sky. for anything you've said or done because believe it or not, he's said and done his fair share of things that he should be embarrassed about, but … decidedly isn't. most of the time, it's a good thing, because it helps him keep carrying on as he needs to. sometimes it gets him into trouble.

but that's neither here nor there. he's recovered from being an over-protective moron and things are getting back to normal. right? right.

he gets her text and once she arrives, he pulls the door open and lets her inside; they haven't quite gotten the frathouse back to normal yet, but it's starting to look a little better. ]

Hi. [ have a smile! ] How's everything?

[She'll learn, in time. The ability to let embarrassment go is a good quality to have, especially for someone with as much on their shoulders as the two of them have managed. But... she's still a kid. Give it a while, yeah?

She takes a look around the place as she steps in, impressed that it's coming along as well as it seems to be. Anything is better than on fire too...

She smiles back.]

Okay. For the most part. Just... trying to keep normal, I guess. How about you?

[ you've got all the time in the world to get things straight, kiddo. you're young, you've got your entire life ahead of you to get them where you want them to be. ( if only someone had been there to tell him that when he was your age. his mother had spent a good nine months out of the year off-world, and without a father figure … yeah, well. moving right along. ) ]

Normal … kinda hard to know what's supposed to be normal in this place. [ a beat. ] I'm good – trying to put this place back together, mostly. With the three of us, it's going pretty smoothly.

Want anything to drink, or do you just want me to get to the point of asking you over here so you can stop worrying the sky's gonna fall?

[ would you stop being a little shit, please. ]

[She smiles, a little sheepish. Seriously, right, what is normal here anyway? But she's glad to hear everything's getting put back together and--

-- yep, he clearly has her pegged. That sheepish smile turns even more so, and she shakes her head, laughing, a little embarrassed.]

Hey, if the sky falls, won't it hit the dome instead of us? [Hurr hurr, Sky.] But, no, I'm okay. Thanks. So what's up?

[ normal is everything they would rather put in any category but normal. that's what it is.

her little joke gets a laugh out of him, but before he even bothers to answer her he's holding up a finger signaling her to wait – and he goes off to retrieve what he'd called her here for. it's not much, but when he presents it to her, there's a little bit of apprehension and a sizable amount of pride in his expression.

two small things, one of which is his personal communicator. the one he'd brought with him when he'd first turned up here – and the other, the symbol of starfleet fashioned out of some metal he'd been able to find around the dome. it's far from crude, but it's also far from perfect. ( he's not a blacksmith, or an engineer for that matter, it can't even be close to perfect. )

he holds them out to her, grinning small but genuine. ]

If you're gonna be a member of the crew, I figured you might need something that speaks for it. The comm doesn't work, naturally, but … I'm not using it, so I thought –

[ jim you are bad at this. ]

An ensign needs to represent her standing. If you still want it, that is.

[She waits, looking around again just so she won't fidget in place. She knows there's nothing to fret over, now that he's reassured her of as much, but now she's just curious bordering on slightly impatient. Oops?

When he returns, hands her the communicator and the badge, her eyes go wide and her jaw drops a little. She takes them, carefully turning them over in her hands while she smiles. This... is the most meaningful thing anyone has done for her in this place. She can't help it, a small, surprised laugh escapes her before she can speak.]

I-- yes? Yeah, of course I do! I-- wow. [She shakes her head. She's a little speechless, forgive her.] Thank you. Like, seriously, thank you.

[ easy, kiddo. why does he know so many people that fidget when they're nervous? he swears this is all good things …

he watches her inspect what he's given her, and he can't help the pride he feels in the smile that spreads across her features. he'd been hoping that this wouldn't be ill-met, that she wouldn't have forgotten their conversation out in the apple orchard after he'd come back from his first venture outside the dome. were he back on the enterprise, he would have seriously considered recommending her for the academy – but this will have to do. she'd still have been a ways off from starfleet, anyway.

his arms fold across his chest, and he offers up a small laugh of his own. ]

Yeah? [ nothing to forgive. he's just glad you accepted. ] No thanks needed. Honestly … I thought you might have laughed about it. I'm glad you didn't.

phone! (sort of)

text; day 12 evening

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quietly slides back in here | DAY 22 EVENING

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day 44 ;; text ;; 100% encrypted )

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day 49 ;; evening ;; voicemail )

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