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[012. Haunting me, taking its sweet time.]

[Video -- Wardens]
[Lydia looks a little more tired than usual. Not even her makeup is able to really cover up the dark circles under her eyes. But she's still doing her best to look put together. Her hair is in a half updo and she's wearing a white and pink flower print dress.

If anyone asks, she will blame Bucky's training for her exhaustion. But it has very little to do with it.]

I don't know how many of you heard about the new inmate, Jerry Dandrige. He barely arrived and he has already spent a week in Zero. He has hurt a few people and I'm afraid he will do it again.

Those of you with more experience here, what do you suggest we do about it?

[Video -- Andrew]
[She does make a bigger effort to smile when she contacts Andrew, though.]

I've had some ideas about how to help you with the Anchor thing.

[Spam -- Stiles]
[She knows it has to be all in her head. Between her inability to sleep in the past few days, constantly seeing him out in the halls every time she turns to go somewhere. Every time she closes her eyes. She's done enough research to know it's some kind of PTSD. And she also knows that the fact that he is dead has to be throwing off her banshee senses.

But it's getting hard even for Lydia Martin to remain logical. It's only been a couple of days since it started getting really bad, but she hasn't been able to clear her mind enough to stop it. And tonight is no different.

No, if anything, tonight is even worse. She's in her cabin and she keeps feeling like he's going to just show up in there. In bed, next to her. Telling her he can't give her answers yet. Much like Peter had done. Because she's having a hard time separating the two. And she can't help but wonder what kind of power Jerry will find he has over her when he does have the confirmation she's indeed a banshee.

Trying to tell herself she's being ridiculous isn't helping. Lydia rubs her hands over her face but when she glances over, all she can do is focus on the light coming from the hallway from underneath her door. And every time someone walks past her cabin, she tenses. She doesn't even know if there really are people out there or not. She doesn't know if the shadows are all in her head. But she does feel like she's losing it yet again.

She can't just lay there anymore. She glances over at the clock and it's almost one. She has to be up in 3 hours for training and she's determined not to embarrass herself in front of Bucky or anyone else anymore, so she knows she needs to get some rest.

And she knows there's only one place where she might actually get it.

Her body is sore as she pushes herself off the bed, pausing only for a second to grab her robe and wrap it around herself. She will come back to change in the morning.

Lydia does hesitate before pulling the door open and when she does, she takes a deep breath. Then rolls her eyes at herself and steps outside. She doesn't see him at first, but eventually, just as she's about to leave the 5th floor, she glances down the hall and she swears he's there. And then, at least three more times before she reaches the door of 712. And by the time she does, she's already looking around herself, eyes wide, just waiting. Expecting him to show up and grab her. Expecting claws to dig at her side and teeth at hew neck.

She knocks quickly, standing very close to the door as she glances over one shoulder, then the other. And hopes Stiles will hurry up.]

[Spam -- Bucky]
[Lydia is angry. She's angry about a lot. About what Jerry has been doing to her. If it's really him, if it's something in her head, she doesn't know. She's angry at Allison for wanting to protect her instead of protecting herself. She's angry at the other wardens for jumping to the conclusion that killing is the only solution. And she's angry at herself for not being able to control any of these situations.

So this morning, when she shows up to training, she's completely different. She's not complaining. She's quieter than usual. And she's focuses. Very focused on everything Bucky is telling them. Even if she barely wants to look at him right now. She knows that at the very least, learning what he is teaching will give her more control. Will help her be able to help herself instead of relying on Allison or someone from the pack to save her life every time.

After training is over, she doesn't leave. She heads to one of the stations to go back to training. She knows inmates can't come in here unless they are let in, so at least she knows she's safer here than in the rest of the barge.]

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If he touches you again, I'm going to kill him. And I'm going to live by his bed in the infirmary to kill him again every time he wakes up.

[Her smile is wry.] There's not a lot we can do, aside from keeping an eye on him.

You met him in person, right? Did you see anything useful?

He will do it again.

This fucking asshole again.

Look, can't we just put a mouth guard on him and call it a day?

Can we use some kind of tracker on him? Like they do with certain parolees?

What ideas?

[He's been doing his own thinking about it since she mentioned it, but hasn't been too focused. The glitch day has been hard to put out of his mind.]

Figure out how you kill a vampire where he's from.

[Oh oops, was Bucky supposed to be a little more yay redemption? :x]

[Stiles sits at his desk, books about vampires spread out all around him. There's a pencil in his mouth that he's been using to occasionally jot down some notes if something catches his attention, but right now his eyes are just scanning over the words, and his mind is absorbing everything it can. He doesn't even know if vampires are an actual thing in his world.

It wouldn't surprise him. Werewolves, kanimas, darachs, kitsunes, nogitsunes, hunters. He's sure there's a hell of a lot more that he still doesn't know. That he may never know. But whether they exist back home or not is irrelevant. They exist here, on the Barge. And there's no way of knowing which pieces of the mythology have gotten it right and which ones have gotten it wrong. It could vary by world.

The knock startles him out of his almost trance-like state and he blinks a couple of times before glancing at the clock. Crap. It's nearly one in the morning and he hasn't even slept and Bucky's basic training starts again in only a few hours. He's still sore from that morning. He eyes his comm device and then glances at he door warily before rising to his feet and putting the pencil down on his desk.

He does, however, reach out and pick up his baseball bat because he hasn't gotten around to asking the warden for any other kind of weapon yet. He's not sure he's ready for that. He puts his access code into the security box and then unlocks all three locks on his door. He pulls it open, relaxing instantly when he sees Lydia. Until he notices the fear in her eyes. He quickly steps aside even as he reaches out and tugs her into the room silently.]

Are you okay?

[Bucky more than knows he's pissed her off, and he's torn between feeling fine about it and feeling, well. Kind of guilty, honestly.

She's just a kid. She's lucky she's never had to be in the positions he's been in before, and he hopes she never has to be. That's part of why the war had happened in the first place, right? To keep people like her safe, to give them a better future free from fascism and fear?

Or so the propaganda had said. And Bucky does and did agree with that: a world without HYDRA and without the Nazis and the radical, fanatical parts of the Japanese government was a good thing.

So he's not sorry about what he did and what he had to do, and he'd do it again. But it's probably not fair to be annoyed with her for acting like she's got the moral high ground, because she's just a kid and she doesn't know any better, probably doesn't even realize how naive and ungrateful she sounds, so instead of just leaving her to it, he walks over to crouch on the edge of the foxhole she's apparently intent on widening so they're a little closer to eye level and says:]

I'm glad you're finally taking this seriously, but if you push yourself too hard, you're gonna wind up in the infirmary.

Hurt them how? Did he somehow get his hands on a weapon?

[ hurting people? not c o o l. Gwen's probably looking way too serious, but oh well. it's serious stuff. ]

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