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[003. Mirror Mirror]

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[Lydia is bored and that just won't do. If she's going to be at the barge, she'll need something fun to do. At least until she has a pet of her own to play with. And she can't wait until she gets her own inmate. Lately she's been playing with others, and she even has a couple of favorites but it's not the same thing.

Until then, though, it will have to do. She considers going to find one of those to pass the time, but she wants something a little more challenging today. Of course she won't pass the opportunity if one of them cross her path, but as she makes her way down the hallways she's looking for a few specific individuals: Blight, Chris or Arya and Nymeria.

With the power loss and everything that has been going on, it's been a few days since she's seen Scott around and she just can't go long without taunting him or he will think she's done playing.

Of course, if she can't find any of her body guards for back up, she might just have to go find Scott's little sidekick instead. That always sends her message across, too because she knows the Alpha will be able to smell her all over his Beta.]

(ooc: Lydia is completely affected! Here are some handy links: Profile, Plotting, Assumed CR.)

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Yep.

[The way he's staring at her definitely throws her a little. Because even though she usually makes the first move, Stiles always eagerly responds. She can't help but wonder if Scott is finally getting to him.

And if he is, it just means she will have to try harder to remind Stiles how much he wants her.

She doesn't give him a chance to move before she lifts a hand to the back of his head and presses her body flush against his, holding his gaze and smiling as she tiptoes on her heels, face inches from his.]

I haven't seen you since the power went out, don't you miss me?

[Annnnd then she's moving closer to him and pressing her body against his and their lips are just barely a few inches apart and holy shit. Mirror Stiles and mirror Lydia are a thing, apparently? How is that even remotely possible? he wonders, hoping he doesn't look as completely shocked as he feels.

He probably looks completely shocked. Still, this is Lydia and he doesn't want to hurt her feelings. He rests one hand lightly at the small of her back and the other on her arm.]

I'm pretty sure the answer to that question is always yes. [And apparently every version of himself is in love with every version of Lydia, and he shouldn't be surprised by that, really.]

[He's responding to her and he doesn't sound like he wants to push her away, or even like he's afraid of Scott finding them, but something is off and she doesn't like it.

So she pouts and brushes her nose against his.]

You don't sound very convincing, Stiles. [A pause.]

Why don't you show me?

[She smiles and without warning, pressed her lips hard against his, she can't leave him room to think or hesitate.]

[He can't help the way his breath hitches when their noses touch. He has a hard time focusing on her words because she's so close and he knows that everything about this is wrong, but when she kisses him, his mind sort of goes blank, the way it always does when a girl kisses him. But even more so than usual because this is Lydia.

He lifts a hand up to her face as he kisses her back, kind of caught off guard by the forcefulness behind it on her part. Okay so apparently this Lydia is a little more aggressive than the one he knows. Or at least more than he knows about her. His back hits the door and he pulls back a little in order to breathe because that's becoming an issue.

Not that he's complaining because hey, he's just been kissed by Lydia.]

[If she thought something weird was going on before, she is sure of it now. But it's something she can't put her finger on it at all. Because although Stiles is completely responsive and eager, he is different, gentler, uncertain. And she doesn't like it. Because it's throwing her.

But she's not one to miss an opportunity so when he stumbles back against the door, she drops a hand to the handle and as soon as he breaks the kiss, she opens it. A second later, she's pushing him back into his room with her body, a devious smile on her lips as she kicks the door closed behind her.

She has to figure out if Scott put him up to this and he seems sufficiently distracted for her to question him now.]

What's gotten into you? [Her tone is playful, like she's enjoying it. And to keep him distracted, she's pushing him back toward the bed.]

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[He stumbles backwards, his knees hitting the edge of the bed and he sits down, not entirely of his own will. It's more or less involuntary drop onto the bed on his part. Kind of the way his heart is beating entirely too fast in his chest, like he's taken way too much Adderall.

He looks up at her as she asks him what's gotten into him. She seems playful, like this is all very normal. But there's something in her eyes that isn't quite matching her tone and he knows he needs to be careful here.]

I'm not entirely sure. I'm not feeling quite myself today, I guess. [Which hey. That's the truth at least.]

Yeah?

[Lydia straddles his lap without hesitation and looks down at him, studying him even though she keeps her expression passive. He's being honest, she can tell, but it's... weird. She needs to figure out why exactly he's not feeling like himself.

She lifts her hands to his shoulders and rests them behind his neck, cocking her head as a slight pout appears on her lips.]

Did Scott do something? Is he giving you a hard time?

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[And he's always kind of wondered what it would be like to have Lydia on his lap and then she's pouting and oh god. This is so many shades of wrong, he thinks even as he swallows heavily, winding his arms around her.

The mention of Scott throws him momentarily.]

No? No, he's not giving me a hard time at all.

Good. He really shouldn't.

[She can feel that Stiles is being honest, but she can also feel he isn't really himself. Peter had worked with her really hard to teach her to hear and pick up on the slightest changes on people. She needs to keep digging and Scott is the most sensitive subject so she needs him to be more distracted.

So she leans over and brushes her nose against his cheek before pressing her lips to his jaw.]

Like I told you, I don't even have a pack here. Why would I want to take you away from him?

[She slides her fingers into his hair and smiles against his skin to make sure he can hear it in her voice. She wants him relaxed. Her lips are on his neck now.]

I just can't stay away from you. Regardless of your pack.

[He knows other Scott is...not at all like the Scott he knows. He actually has a hard time trying to picture Scott as being anything other than...Scott. But obviously there's some animosity between Scott and other Lydia that he doesn't know or understand. It does kind of throw him when she kisses his jaw and then starts talking about her own pack. Which she doesn't have.

And...wait. What? That makes no sense.

He's so confused right now, but he needs to know as much as possible so he can figure out what the hell is going on and be as prepared as possible. The bad part is he feels more than a twinge of guilt because this feels an awful lot like using Lydia and that's...really not something he ever wants to do.]

Well, you don't have to worry about it. [He knows if the circumstances were reversed, he'd want her to get as much information out of him as possible and he swallows hard when she kisses his neck.]

I like him in a very different way than I like you. [His voice is light, because hell, he figures that other him at least has to have somewhat of a sense of humor, right?]

[Yeah. He is different and even if Scott had put him up to this, why would he tell him to just be more hesitant and... less confident? As much of an idiot as McCall may be, there is nothing that resembles logic to this. Stiles is basically just sitting there, letting her do whatever she wants, he's not even trying anything. And while she he might have been like that back home, he hadn't been like this here.

She pulls her mouth away from him and grins brightly. Playfully. Time to push harder.]

Well, I would seriously hope so, Stiles. Is he still recruiting?

[She would never ask Stiles that normally, because he'd probably toss her on the bed and storm off. So she asks this in a very casual tone as she reaches for his shirt and pulls it up to get it off him.]

[There's something in her eyes that's so different than the Lydia that he knows that he's actually disturbed. This isn't right, he thinks. And of course it isn't, because...everything is different. This isn't the kind of relationship he has with Lydia even if his other self apparently does, and really it kind of figures.

Either way, he can't let this charade continue any longer because it feels completely off and disorienting and he's been disoriented for way too long as it is. He draws in a breath and gently stills her hands as she tries to pull his shirt off.]

Look, I'm not...entirely sure what's going on, but I think something happened to me. I think -- I don't know, I hit my head or something. Maybe I have a concussion. I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. [He kind of does, and that's also more than a little disturbing. Scott had mentioned his other self was looking to build a pack.]

[And there it is. If she had less control over herself, she'd have smirked. But luckily, Lydia just arches her eyebrows in surprise. She actually manages to feign hurt when he stops her. But she doesn't pull away from him. If his reactions from earlier are anything to go by, Stiles still finds her just as distracting, intoxicating and irresistible as usual. And those things always work in her favor.]

What do you mean a concussion, Stiles? Are you hurt? What do you think happened?

[She feigns her worry really well and instantly lifts a hand to his head, gently searching for a bump or any signs of injuries. She needs to figure out how to play this, but for now worried girlfriend sounds like the way to go.]

[Stiles pauses. The concern in her voice seems real, but he doesn't believe it anyway. Mirror Barge, Stilinski. Focus, he tells himself, drawing in a breath and very carefully taking hold of her hips. He shifts her onto the bed and off his lap, then rises to his feet, putting some distance between them.]

I'm really not sure. I can't even remember the last time I saw you, actually. What happened the last time we saw each other?

[No, this won't do at all. She needs to find a way to touch him again. He's 80% easier to work with if she's touching him. Or if she's naked, but clearly that's not an option at the moment.

Buut she might be able to use his question against him. Inside? She's smirking.

She stands up and takes a step toward him, looking like she's about to reach for him and then forcing herself to stop, an upset look appearing on her face as she holds her hands together.]

We were in my room. You spent the night with me, and most of the morning. Stiles, you're scaring me. Are you saying you don't remember it? You don't remember us?

[Maybe, if everything else goes wrong, acting is an option for her. She's got the looks for it, obviously. And the skills. Because she knows she's painting a pretty pathetic picture right now with big doe eyes and everything. But she knows she needs to be careful not to overdo it because Stiles is smart.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[He's fully expecting her to lie. She's not herself. Or technically, he supposes, she is. And she's the opposite of the Lydia that he knows and loves. And if he hadn't just very recently been possessed by the ultimate of all tricksters, he probably would have fallen hook, line and sinker for her tears. But if there's one thing that Stiles has always been good at, it's manipulating people when he has to. And right now, he really kind of has to. Right now, he has to convince her that he believes everything she's saying.

And he needs to come up with a plan. Quickly. He closes the distance between them and rests his hands on her arms, a stricken expression on his face.]

Everything's just very fuzzy. Like a dream or something, I guess? Trust me, I really want to remember.

[She's surprised when he suddenly comes closer to her. It's what she wanted, yes, but there is no hesitation, no second of him questioning her and that doesn't look right. Still, it's better than what she had before. And if he wants her to think he believes her, she can pretend just as well until she's sure.

So she lifts her hands up his arms and squeezes them, eyes still big, filled with fear as she looks at him. On the off chance he isn't lying about not remembering anything, she could really use this.]

Stiles, are you sure Scott didn't do this to you? He's always hated the idea of us. You may not remember this now, but he's killed me before, Stiles. He hates me, he doesn't want me anywhere near you because you're his.

[Stiles searches her eyes for a moment, holding his breath. He hates it, but he believes her. He draws in a deep breath, trying to let that information sink in. He wants to ask why she and Scott hate each other so much, but maybe it doesn't matter. He just has to keep the two of them apart for as long as this flood lasts. And he has to keep anyone from killing Scott. And keep Scott from killing anyone else.

Piece of freakin' cake.]

Well, Scott will have to deal with it. Because I'm not gonna let him hurt you, okay?

What if he's already hurting you, Stiles?

[She gasps quietly. Because she could care less about him protecting her. She doesn't need anyone to protect her. She wants to get him away from Scott. It will be her ultimate prize. It will shatter Scott's confidence as an Alpha and it will make the rest so much easier.]

Peter told me they can steal memories. [She lifts a hand to the back of his neck, brushing her fingers against his skin lightly, keeping her touch soft on purpose.] He told me the more powerful Alphas can get in your head and not only see what you think and know, but make you forget all about what they want.

What if he makes you forget about me?

[He watches her for a long moment, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of what she's said. He knows that's a thing. But wait. Wait. What?]

Peter? As in Peter Hale? [There's more than a hint of disbelief to his tone. Because she can't be serious. Yeah, Peter's been useful on occasion, but he's Peter Hale and -- why would she trust him on anything after what he'd done?]

[It takes effort, but she manages to not roll her eyes. Because what other Peter could she possibly be talking about. She really does believe he doesn't know anything, because even Stiles wouldn't be this good at pretending.]

Yeah, he was my Alpha, I'm glad he's not here... [At least that much is true.

Lydia wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer again as she bites down on her bottom lip.] Just because Scott is your Alpha, it doesn't mean he's gonna be good to you, Stiles. Trust me, I would know. And if he found a way to steal your memories so you won't see me again...

[He stares at her with something akin to disbelief. It's really, really difficult to imagine Lydia willingly having anything to do with Peter unless it was to save someone's life. Like his. He opens his mouth to respond, then shuts it again, shaking his head.]

I'll be careful, okay? [God he hopes Scott is himself. That he's not affected by this flood. This is really terrible.] I promise, I'll be careful.

[She purses her lips together and nods, her eyes wide and still filled with fake fear. He seems to be buying what she's saying and that's a good start. But she's still not any closer to figuring out what the hell is going on with him.]

You're not leaving me, are you? We can just stay in my room. He won't come looking for you there. He never has.

[He didn't really believe she was that afraid for him. Not if she was opposite!Lydia. And considering everything...she was. Still, he offered her a small, reassuring smile.]

I can't hide out from Scott forever, Lydia. Eventually he will come looking.

[That reaction isn't unexpected at all. Maybe it will work better if she follows him instead, maybe he will open up to Scott.]

You're probably right.

[But she needs to give him something to keep in mind, so after she nods, she leans in and presses a kiss to his lips. It's still firm, but not as harsh as earlier.]

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