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[032. And you want three wishes.]

[Today, a basket of candy showed up in everyone's cabin.

The candy will be personalized to match people's tastes. If for some reason someone's world doesn't have candy, it'll be a collection of the best candy from Lydia's Earth.

There'll be a note on the basket that says:

Be Sweeter!
♥ Lydia

Those who eat the candy will be feeling a lot more mellow, calm, and will be overall less likely to get involved in fights or anything violent.

The more candy consumed, the stronger the effect will be. The time it lasts will depend on everyone's biology and metabolism. The only side effect is that-- it might make people hungrier than usual.

She's fully expecting people to ask her about the candy, and she'll be glad to answer questions anyone might have. Even if she is pretty worn out from getting all of that done.]

[Video - Wardens]
[She's also exhausted from the other thing she did. After Arthas was released, she wasted no time before taking care of him.

When she starts the video, she has a tired, but satisfied smile on her lips.]

I have taken care of Arthas for the time being. He won't be hurting anyone.

[She turns the camera to show a bunny in a pen, and he's showing her his teeth. So she turns the camera back to herself.]

He's pretty vicious for now. I encourage anyone who knows him to come see him and talk to him. He's still himself and he'll remain this way until he starts to listen to us.

For his safety, I won't let him out of my sight, but his communicator is with him in case you want to leave him a message.

[Private - Pounce]
[She's still more than a little shaken up. She doesn't know what she was thinking, she doesn't understand how she couldn't see it before, but she does now. And she wants to fix it. So she follows Letty's suggestion and doesn't hesitate before asking for more help.]

I need your help with Arthas. It's urgent.

[Spam - Stiles]
[It's not until after she took care of everything with Arthas. Until after she spoke with Letty, took a shower and she managed to calm down that she makes her way over to his cabin with Prada in her arms.

She finds it strange that he hasn't checked in on her yet, but as she uses her key and quietly steps into his room only to find him passed out on his desk, it suddenly makes sense why.

So she closes the door quietly, sets Prada down, then silently makes her way over to her boyfriend.

If he was in bed, she wouldn't wake him. But as it is, he just looks uncomfortable.]

Stiles. [She whispers quietly, then places a hand on his arm.]

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[Oh no. That's not a good reaction at all. She wasn't expecting it to be easy because the whole subject isn't easy. But the way he's suddenly pacing, the way he put distance between them makes her stomach drop.

It's not good. And considering the state he was in when he made the deal, of course it's no good.

But he's changing it, he seems to have made up his mind already. And he's being honest with her, so this is a good thing. Right?]

I won't. I promise.

[It isn't an easy subject, and he knows she's going to hate what he has to say, and he's trying to put it in the most gentle way possible because she's already stressed.]

Okay, when the Admiral showed up -- I'd just picked up Kira's sword. Back at the school. When we were -- uh, fighting the nogitsune. [He can say the word now without wanting to puke, but not by much.]

I was pretty sure that I was going to be following through with what it wanted. I mean, I didn't know that I hadn't until Scott left and then came back and I asked if our parents were okay. So I guess I kind of figured that...it didn't matter one way or the other if I was gonna die anyway. I figured if I was, I might as well make it count. Save all those people. Save Allison. Aiden.

[It's her turn to still, to have all color drain from her face as her eyes widen and tear up. She was expecting a lot. Harsh, desperate decisions, from the guilt he was feeling.

And she should have been expecting this. Because that's always his solution, isn't it? He doesn't think he's worth saving. He doesn't think he even deserves to live after what that thing made him do.

She wants to tell him. She wants to remind him and she wants to scream at him how much she needs him.

But she promised him she wouldn't.

So she just clasps her hands together, trying to hold on to all of it instead of exploding at him.]

Please tell me what you're changing it to. [Her voice is thick with everything she's holding back, but she needs to hear that.]

[It had been a desperate decision. It had felt right at the time. It had felt right for a long time after he'd arrived, even. In his dreams some nights, it still does. But it isn't. Not for her or for Scott or his dad. If Allison knew what his deal was, she'd kick his ass up and down the Barge. And it isn't right for him anymore, either.

He lifts his gaze to look at her, and he sees how tightly she's clasping her hands together. His chest hurts when he sees the pain in her eyes and when he hears it in her voice. This is why he hadn't told her. It's why he never told anyone.]

I haven't -- completely decided on that yet, actually. But I am changing it. I just know that...I have plenty of time to figure it out. [He takes a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck.] I was thinking about going back to the whole darach situation. Stopping her before she can hurt anyone. Stopping the alpha pack from killing Erica and Boyd.

[He's started pacing again.]

I've even thought about going back to that night in the woods. Not dragging Scott out there. But...that sorta seems like it should be his call to make, and not mine. You know?

Stiles.

[She whispers his name, then takes a deep, calming breath because she has to talk to him and get him to understand the importance of this.

After a moment, she rubs her hands over her face then lifts her head to look at him again, trying to compose herself as much as possible.]

I don't care if you change your mind later. I don't care if you haven't really decided what you want yet. I don't care if you think Dean is gonna take forever to graduate. [Another deep breath and she stands up.]

I need you to change your deal to something else soon. Like, tomorrow. No later than that.

Just not-- to the last thing. [Not to the bite. Maybe that's selfish but what if Scott doesn't get the bite and they never come together like this? All of them?]

[He stops when she whispers his name and he turns to face her, troubled expression on his face. He moves closer to her when she stands up. He knows, gets why she's so freaked out. And it isn't that he thinks Dean will take forever to graduate. It's that Dean struggles so much with everything that he knows it's going to be awhile. He accepted that the day they'd been paired up by the Admiral.

But he nods.]

Okay. Okay, I'll change it in the morning.

[He hesitates, then reaches up and cups her face in his hands.] I'll go with when Erica and Boyd were first taken.

[She's really shaken up again. She's trying to calm herself down, but it terrifies her to think that this has been a possibility all along and she never even considered it.

And finding out now, after what they just went through a few weeks ago. It just feels so real. She really hates this place. And she hates it even more when she knows she's stuck here if she wants to try to protect them. To right the wrongs.

After another deep breath, she nods and lifts her hands to his arm.]

Thank you for telling me. [Her voice is a little less shaky this time.]

And-- I'm not trying to tell you what to do with your deal. But-- [And then her voice cracks again.]

I can't deal with knowing that losing you is a possibility.

[He leans in and kisses her forehead gently, closing his eyes for a moment.]

I know. I'm sorry. [He pulls her closer to him and rests his chin atop her head, troubled now for a different reason.]

You know that -- this wasn't about you or about Scott, right? That it wasn't...I mean, my judgment when I came here wasn't at its best.

[Then again, when is it, really?]

I don't want that now. I haven't for a long time.

[She almost asks him to promise her that he doesn't want it. That he's changed his mind one hundred percent and that he understands it now.

She knows him better than that, though. And she also knows she needs more than a promise.]

I know. I know it was the guilt talking. [She tightens her arms around him, but pulls her head back to look at him.]

But if you ever start thinking about that again, you have to tell us, Stiles. [She doesn't want to hold what happened during that flood against him, she knows it's not fair, so she doesn't mention it.]

You need to give us a chance to remind you how much we love you. How much we need you.

[His eyes are troubled as he gazes back at her. He knows exactly what she's thinking about, even if she's not saying it. And okay, maybe the normal reaction to terrifying situations shouldn't be to permanently remove yourself from the situation. It probably isn't the normal reaction, but Stiles has never really been normal. And maybe it's possible that he should be spending more time in Jean's office than he has been.]

I love you, too.

[His voice is quiet and he leans his forehead against hers for a moment.]

You know, I think that...we really could use that break away from here for a few days. [He hadn't really considered it a viable option until she mentioned it, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it'll do them both good. They can clear their heads. Maybe he can figure out a better, more efficient game plan for helping Dean. Maybe when they get back, his inmate won't be actively hating him anymore.]

[She takes a deep breath and nods slightly at his words. She's feeling emotionally and physically exhausted. Not just from tonight, but from what it feels like months of things happening, of the Barge throwing them around and destroying them, then gluing them back together.

And although she feels calmer now, like he's given her some strength back, she still doesn't know if she can do this. Or how she'll do it, since she doesn't have a choice.]

Yeah. [She needs a break, so she doesn't end up doing something else that's harsh and stupid. And against everything she needs to be. She also needs time so she can focus on herself. And having Stiles there, knowing he believes in her will help her make sure she's going in the right direction.]

What do you think about Paris?

[He kisses her temple, gently rubbing her back with one hand and letting the other come to rest on the back of her head.

She can do this. He knows she can. And he'll figure out a way to get her to believe it, too. He's just not sure how yet.

But for now, a small smile touches his mouth at the suggestion.]

I think Paris sounds pretty great, actually.

[She relaxes against him, the way he's rubbing her back is definitely soothing, and it's making her more exhausted.

She's always been independent. Always managed to do things on her own. But she always craved the attention and the recognition from others. Now though, with him, she still feels independent, but she also feels like he's always there to catch her if she stumbles. And the support he provides her without her even having to ask means more than the attention from the entire world.

And she wants to, at least, manage the same for him.]

You can pick next time.

[He feels her relaxing in his arms and he counts it as a win considering the heavy conversations they just had and how upset she'd been when she'd first shown up in his room. He presses another kiss to her forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he pulls away to look at her.]

To be honest...I don't care where we go as long as we're together.

[And that's the absolute truth.]

I love you.

[She tightens her arms around him, then lifts her head and presses her lips gently against his, then pulls away to look at him. It makes her chest tight to realize how much that's true for her, too.

Yes, she wants to see Paris. But if he told her he'd rather just find a cabin in the woods so they could stay there and not worry about anything at all, she'd be perfectly happy with that choice, too.]

Me either. [It surprises her a little, how much she means that right now.]

I love you, too.

What do you say we get some rest? You think you'll be able to sleep?

[He searches her eyes, brushing his thumb lightly over her cheek.]

[Lydia nods slightly, holding his gaze as she looks up at him.]

Might take me a while, but I can read. [Try and get her brain to shut down some.]

[He strokes her cheek gently with his thumb and then presses a tender kiss to her forehead before leading her over to his bed. He pulls the covers back so she can climb under them and then reaches over to turn on the lamp so she can use it to read if she needs to.]

Thanks for the Reese's by the way.

[Once he gets into the bed with her, she snuggles up against his side. She'll read, once he falls asleep. For now she just wants to be there with him.]

Did you feel anything different when you ate them?

[He shifts so his head is resting against hers, and one hand moves to comb gently through her hair. He raises his eyebrows at the question, and he considers for a moment.]

Hungrier? I ate like...five of them. [He gives her a sheepish grin.]

Yeah, I noticed that side effect, too. [After pressing a soft kiss to his lips, she lays her head on his shoulder and wraps her arm around him.]

It was just supposed to make people calmer. Non-violent. But it shouldn't affect people all that much if they aren't having urges to hurt someone else.

[His lips twitch upwards in a playful, amused smile.]

So you band-candied the whole ship?

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[She gasps quietly at the accusation, then shakes her head.]

No. Of course not, I didn't do anything the Admiral hasn't. [With those sweaters...]

Edited 2015-05-30 23:22 (UTC)

[A short chuckle escapes him and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. He knows immediately what she's referring to. The sweaters had been hideous. At least the candy had tasted good.]

It's not a bad idea. If it keeps the murder rate down, I vote we keep drugging 'em.

[She closes her eyes and sighs softly as she lays her head back down.]

Well they need to learn how to not kill people for themselves. Besides, a lot of people seem to have hated the idea.