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[Allison sits down in her suite in the Fire Sector, opening up the video function. She smiles a little awkwardly.]

Hi. I've done the new girl thing a lot in my life but I'm pretty sure I've never done it to such extremes before.

[New to a city is one thing -- new to a world? That's a whole other.]

I'm Allison Argent. [Beat]

I have a question actually -- is it true what they say about time not moving the same back home? Because I'm kind of all my father has left and he's going to freak out if he notices me missing.

[To say the least. No one wants to see the Chris Argent version of Liam Neison in Taken.]

I'd ask why everyone seems to just be okay with the fact that we're living on a giant turtle but I'm guessing that's one of those things they don't really have answers for. Maybe a Stockholm Syndrome sort of situation? The longer you're hear the more you just accept the strangeness of the situation.

I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

[There's another pause as Allison decides she doesn't have much else to say.]

I guess I have time to figure it out for myself, don't I?

[And with that, the feed cuts.]

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Had. Past tense. We got him back. [She talks slowly and confidently.]

She had my dad too, do you think I would be this calm if they weren't safe?

[He sits down on her sofa with a thump, trying to focus on the logic, the rational argument she was making. But panic attacks aren't rational, and the adrenaline has already flooded his system. He bends over at the waist, head between his knees, and tries to get a full breath in.]

I-...I guess...?

I know it's a lot to take in. [She remembers the panicked feeling she had felt when her father was taken, how sure she was that she'd lose the last bit of her family, but she pushes it away for now.]

I wouldn't lie to you, not about this.

[Even in the midst of his panic, his brain is clicking along onto certain things. The Darach, the evil druid they're all dealing with, is a she. She. She? Who the hell could it possibly be? Those deaths, the sacrifices, they were done by somebody strong, physically strong. Jesus. He'd been looking at it all wrong. It wasn't physical strength, but more magic, that kept the sacrifices cowed.

Still, his heart won't stop beating like a jackhammer, and it's starting to hurt. His head is spinning. He needs something to shock his system back into behaving itself. Cold water?]

Allison...I know you wouldn't lie. C-Can you get me a glass of water please?

[She'll answer whatever questions he has -- it's her fault he's in this state anyway.

She nods her head a little.]

Of course.

[She makes her way to the kitchen, putting some ice in a glass before filling it up with water and bringing it back to him, handing it over.]

[He takes the water in one shaking hand, slopping a little bit over the side of the glass and onto his sleeve. But he manages to get most of the water into his mouth in slow sips.]

...Tell me everything? Please? How and why did the Darach get my dad? And Scott's mom? And your dad?

[She sits down, taking a deep breath.]

I don't know how much you know -- but she was gathering people in threes, representing different things. Virgins, philosophers, healers...and guardians. That last one is where our parents came in.

[She doesn't want to overload him with too much information at once so she pauses before continuing.]

She got your father first -- and then Scott's mom. Isaac and I were trying to help my Dad but he stopped us and allowed himself to get caught by her. Deaton had a way we could find out where she was hiding them.

[If she watches Stiles closely, she might notice that he's making an actual, visible effort to contain the panic, holding his breath and counting to ten in his head. But even as he does that, the gears are turning, he's putting together the puzzle pieces. The only question left is-...]

...Who? Who is she, Allison? Who is the Darach?

Jennifer Blake. Our teacher. [and you know, Derek's girlfriend but that isn't her place to say.]

[And the little wheels in Stiles' head are chugging along, as he puts together all the little clues, all the little pieces. Derek and the Darach...heh. There was a confusing ship name. Damn it he was on the internet too much. His eyes are shifting back and forth now, as the panic gives way to a plan. He gulps the last of the water, and forces a deep, shaking breath.]

...Okay. I get it now. Allison...just tell me one more thing. How did we save our parents?

[Allison pauses, trying to figure out a way to explain it.]

Deaton had a way for you me and Scott to be able to locate them -- figure out where she had been keeping them.

[So if Deaton was involved, that meant magic. And Stiles has a feeling that it doesn't involve magical werewolf pixie dust. It's big. It's really bad, too, he has a feeling, because Allison is still sort of beating around the bush. Not that he can blame her, since he reacted so badly.]

...Jesus. But...we're all safe, right? Everybody lives, right?

[She doesn't imagine he'd take it too well if he knew they all had a darkness inside of their hearts now.

So she's staying quiet on that one.]

Right. [Other than Erica or Boyd. Does he know about Boyd? This timeline thing is really confusing.]

[Yeah, he definitely knows about Boyd, since that was the last time he'd seen Derek before arriving here.

But he's letting out a slightly relieved breath at that. Okay. That was something. Everybody lived. Because if his dad was safe at the expense of something happening to Scott, or Isaac, or anybody else, he never would have forgiven himself.]

...I need a drink.

[She offers a sympathetic smile at that.]

Unfortunately, I don't really have much else other than water to offer yet.

[Not that Allison is really a drinker anyway.]

Fortunately, I work at a bar.

[He chuckles a bit, his shoulders shaking up and down once, before he subsides, all too serious again.]

...Is it wrong that I'm kinda pissed at Scott right now for not telling me?

...Not really. I think if I was in your position, I would be. [She gets why Scott did it, considering how Stiles just panicked and all, but she's never liked being on the receiving end of withheld information.]

But he he was trying to do what he thought would be best.

Yeah. Yeah, I know he was.

[He rubs that hand across the top of his head, ruffling his own hair, and he stands up. He's still pale, and shaking a little bit, but he's doing much better. Although he feels slightly nauseated with all the stale adrenaline flooding his system now.]

Um. You might want to go get Lydia alone. I don't think I'm up to that tonight. I...don't want her to see me like this.

[She nods a little at his words.]

Of course. I'll let her know you say Hi.

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