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[030. Everybody's gotta find their way out. Shining through the dark.]

[Friends]
[Lydia doesn't look too happy, but it's hard to tell what, exactly, is off about her. She's definitely concerned and overall, there's something heavier about her posture, her expression.

She's sitting by her desk and beside her communicator is, a pile of the books given to her for Christmas about the supernatural and about banshees. She's been studying.]

I know a lot of people have been feeling off since we got back from the port. I was in the infirmary myself for over a day. But there's something else going on. Something about the Barge is different, I don't know what, exactly. But I can feel it.

It's not death, but almost like a shadow. We all need to be careful. [She knows not everyone she considers her friend knows she's a banshee. But she cares about them so she wants to warn them. She's just not ready to announce it to the entire barge and cause panic.]

[Andrew]
[That's not the only thing worrying her, however. She has her warden item, her key, in her hand and is looking down at it when she starts the video to her inmate.]

Hey. I think we need to talk.

[Spam - Kira]
[She has heard about Kira being awake again after her time at the infirmary. She hasn't been over there to see her yet, though. And she hasn't really talked to her since the day she learned about Jackson.

And she knows it's about time for her to apologize. Or-- at least make things clearer. So she makes her way over to Kira's room and knocks on her door, hoping she's actually there so they can get this over with.]

[Allison]
[She feels silly, leaving her a message like this. But she used to write her texts before coming here, before Allison's arrival. Of things she needed to talk to her best friend about. And she has been talking to her in her room, but right now she feels like she can't leave because she has research to do. To stop someone else from getting hurt. So this will have to do.]

I need you to wake up. If something bad's about to happen, [And it is.] I need to know for sure you're okay.

[Jean]
[She's been meaning to do this since he arrived, but there's been so much going on, she never actually followed through with it. But now that she's talking to him again, she figures he's waited long enough.]

Hey Jean, can I ask you something?

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[He nods, slightly, an acknowledgment of her first statement and affirmation of her question, as well. He shifts slightly, moving his free hand around to rest between her shoulder blades.]

The night of the winter formal. [His voice is quiet, and he holds his breath for a minute.] And...the night you showed back up in the woods after you were missing. Although...I guess that was equal parts Scott tracking you and you finding me. Us. All of us.

[She turns a little more toward him, wrapping an arm around his back and resting her other arm against her lap, hand still on his shirt, as she watches him speak.]

You. Finding you, probably. [She corrects him quietly, holding his gaze.]

Does it feel clearer to you now, too? Sharper. Like you know what you're looking for instead of just doing your best and following your instincts?

[He's not really thinking about it as he begins to move his fingers over the muscles in her shoulders, rubbing in a firm but gentle manner.]

You think? [He bites his lip, gazing back at her. They'd barely even known each other then, even though they'd grown up together. Was there something beyond her abilities and the tether that kept pulling them together? Something that neither of them even knew about yet? He doesn't know.]

Yeah. Yeah, before it was different. The night of the formal was...it was just a vague impression, a random idea to check the lacrosse field. But this port...[He pauses, shakes his head.] I knew exactly where you were. There wasn't any doubt. I felt it.

[She doesn't notice it when she begins to relax, either, but she does lean against his side more.]

Maybe? [She sighs softly and lifts her head a little more so she can look better at him.]

I don't know why I'm the way I am. I don't even really know what I am, aside from a name that doesn't tell me a whole lot. But if I was born with this-- thing, and the bite just made it stronger, then maybe it was already there all along.

Maybe whatever this connection between us is was already there, too. In a way.

Maybe.

[He meets her eyes, lifting his free hand to her cheek and brushing his thumb over her skin lightly.]

Lydia...[He's quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully before speaking. It's something he doesn't do often -- and when he does it's only because someone really matters to him.]

Maybe it was there all along. But whether it was or not...what you are. Who you are. You're amazing. And I love you. And nothing's going to change that.

[Even if they never figure out how her powers work.]

[Lydia stills when he says her name. She is growing more and more frustrated with the situation. With her abilities. But she does relax at his words. A small smile appearing on her lips.]

I love you, too. [She whispers, then leans in and kisses him softly, before pulling away just a little, her nose still brushing against his.]

What I was gonna say is, I think you're my anchor. Or-- some kind of banshee anchor.

[His eyes drift shut as she kisses him and he leans his forehead against hers before she speaks again. Then he pauses, eyes widening a little as he pulls back enough to look at her.]

I'm your anchor?

[He knows, of course, what it means in terms of werewolves. He isn't sure what it means in terms of banshees. He hadn't even realized they'd need one. And he sure hadn't thought he'd ever be another person's anchor.]

[Her face softens at the look on his face, and she nods softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.]

You remember when I got to the Barge? And-- the voices were really loud from all the deaths here? [She asks quietly.]

You came to see me and it got better. It wasn't as overwhelming, I could focus.

[It had been so long ago. Almost a year now, but he still remembers the day she'd shown up on the Barge. He just hadn't known that the voices of the dead had gotten quieter when he'd shown up at her door.

He reaches up and cups her cheek too, searching her eyes.]

Oh. [His mouth tugs upwards almost involuntarily.]

I guess...I never thought...

[She smiles a little when he does, then shakes her head slightly.]

I didn't either. But it was pretty clear while we were at the port. [And maybe it wasn't just because he's her anchor, maybe it was being able to find him and make sure he was safe, too.]

And it makes sense, right?

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[He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, expression soft and open as he nods. Because it does make sense. He'd once told her that he'd always thought they had some kind of unspoken connection. He hadn't been lying or trying to use it as a come on. As far as he can remember, Lydia's been the only girl he's ever had feelings for. It's never wavered. He'd just gotten better at hiding it. At keeping it to himself. Now he knows he doesn't have to. And while he doesn't know why they're connected, he feels it.

He presses a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then leans his head against hers.]

Yeah. It does.

[She leans into his touch, holding his gaze and smiling softly as she does. If there's one thing that's good about the supernatural, it's definitely this. She's never felt so close to someone as she does with Stiles. She knows it's not all just because of them being in love with each other now. That it has to do with the ritual and their connection. But it's the one thing since she was bitten and started feeling all the banshee side effects that she'd never change.

When he leans in, she closes her eyes for a second, then turns her head and presses her lips to his a second after he speaks, kissing him tenderly as she shifts closer to him.]

I love you.

[He whispers the words against her mouth. He doesn't know what this new problem is going to turn out to be, but he knows that whatever it is, they'll face it together.]

I love you, too.

[She smiles against his lips then shifts slightly on the bed, adjusting until she can pull him down with her and they can both lay down.]

I don't know why you were on your way over, but I hope you didn't have plans for anything, anytime soon.

[He shifts onto his side so he's facing her, laying down beside her. He links their fingers together, looking down at their hands for a moment.]

I just...felt like you needed me.

[His voice is quiet.]

[She brings his hand to her lips and kisses it softly, then shifts closer to him.]

I'm glad you came.

I'll always come for you.

[It's a promise. He'll never leave her behind, never not come for her if she needs him. Not if he has any control over things.]

[Her face softens and she shifts a little closer to him, brushing her nose against his.]

I know. [He has now, for a long time.]

I will too, you know, right?

[He smiles softly, leaning his forehead against hers and resting a hand on the back of her head.]

I know.

[She lets go of his hand and lifts a hand to his side, sliding it under his overshirt as she presses her lips against his. It's a soft kiss, but her heart is beating faster. Because even though they haven't done nearly as much as she'd have liked, she feels so close to him. It feels intimate, even though they're just laying there, fully clothed.]

[His other hand moves to rest on her hip, pulling her closer and returning the kiss, shifting so he's flat on his back with her half atop him.]

[She smiles softly against his lips as she shifts on the bed. She links her leg over his and slides her hand under his shirt as she kisses him. It's instinct for her, to seek that kind of physical contact and the comfort she gets from it. Especially with Stiles.]

[His breath hitches when her fingers brush against his bare skin, and he opens his eyes, gazing up at her. He cups her face in his hand, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek.]

I love you.

[His voice is soft. He doesn't want to stop them, but he knows he has to. Because it might not be safe, even if it probably is.]

[She feels him tense but she just brushes her fingers over his side gently. It's not like she's crossing a line and has her hand down her pants. At least, she doesn't think it is.]

I love you, too. [She whispers back to him, kissing him gently then pressing her lips against his jaw. She just wants him to relax.]

[He exhales, letting his eyes drift shut as she presses her lips to his skin. His heart is beating quickly, the way it always does when they're making out, and distantly it occurs to him that when they do actually make love, he'll probably have a heart attack.

But what a way to go.]

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