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Welp. I'm getting kinda sick of this part of life here. Any old time we can stop with the random vanishings, that'd be stellar.

Isaac Lahey's suite is empty. He's gone. No idea when that happened. Allison Argent also vanished earlier this month. So that's a thing that's happened.

So, now that my abandonment issues have really been given plenty of fuel to last me through at least my mid-life crisis, a question. Last month due to the generosity of Tony Stark, I got my jeep back. Through careful conservation, I've managed to keep her running.

Except now a certain little dial is hovering just above the E on the left, and I'm kinda screwed. Anybody know where a guy can get his hands on some highly-refined petroleum? I'm not picky, the jeep can run on 87 octane, don't need any of that high-falutin' 93 stuff. Because, you know, the back of a giant turtle is probably full of crude oil deposits.

Oh, wait.

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[And like you'd be the first person who threatened to kill him, Elle? Puh-leeze, he's from Beacon Hills, where supernatural murder is practically their town sport.]

You're seriously upset that I'm being mean to you.

[He's starting to figure out that she's not really all there.]

Okay. Look. Hand to god, I'm not gonna tell a soul. Okay? I'm good at secrets.

[ Why wouldn't she be upset that he was mean to her? He was mean to her. HER. Why wouldn't she be upset about that?

As upset as she is, though, she's still suspicious. ]

And I'm supposed to take your word for it?

[He rubs a hand down his face. Why is it always his turn to deal with the crazies? Does he have a sign on his back or something?]

Yes, actually. That's how this works. I don't say anything, and in exchange I live. If I break my word, I die. You're the one setting the parameters of the deal here.

Yeah, but-

[ She sighs. She just can't win today, can she. ]

For what it's worth, it's not like I want to kill you. You're cute.

But if people found out... They just can't.

So... thanks. For not telling. If you don't tell. And I'll be almost sorry to kill you if you do tell.

[ That's the best she can do in terms of empathy, Stiles. Sorry. ]

They won't. I promise, they won't.

[Although honestly, now that he's seeing just how crazy she is, he's feeling a little bad for her. Stiles is such a soft-touch for violent threats, jeez.]

It must be a pretty big deal where you come from, huh? Keeping your powers secret?

[ Elle just looks miserable. ]

Do you know what they'll do to me if they find out I'm the one who- [ There's another string of lightning, this time running from her nose to her shoulder before it dissipates. She leans away from the console, hugging herself. ]

I've gotta go, but you really are cute and thanks I guess for not telling.

[Why is he so nice to people who threaten him or ignore him? A mystery for the ages.]

...Okay. But, seriously, my lips are sealed.

If anybody tries to hurt you, let me know. I'll come and put a stop to it, okay?

[ She looks confused for several moments, then uncomfortable. ]

Um. Thanks?

And. Batteries. I guess I can help.

With those.

And not just, you know, your batteries.

[ She grins, the death threats already a mile behind where her thoughts currently are. ]

Unless you want me to try...

My batteries are good for now. But I might just take you up on that someday.

Awww. You're sweet. It almost makes up for how mean you were earlier.

[ From her smile, she sees nothing wrong with what she's chosen to say. Factual inaccuracies? Whatever could he mean? ]

[Yup. He's sticking by his 'messed the fuck up' assessment from earlier. Although now he's just not saying it aloud.]

Gee, thanks. I'm glad we're finally able to conclude these peace talks in a constructive manner.

Sure thing. See you around, hot st-

[ Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait. How's she going to come up with a nickname for him if she hasn't seen his body and doesn't know his name? ]

Hey, what's your name?

[He pauses for a second. And then grins. Well, it's gonna be the truth...]

It's really hard to pronounce. Here, I'll send it to you in a text file.

[And sure enough he does. There are...a lot of consonants. Right in a row. It's incredibly Polish. And incredibly difficult to pronounce. And he grins at her over the video.

Congrats, Elle. You just got Stiles' real name that nobody else knows.]

There. What's your name?

[ She still looks shell-shocked from trying to read the name, which might be a wash for nicknames. She'll just have to see his body, then. ]

Elle. Elle Bishop.

But you can call me whatever you want.

How about I call you Elle? Or I could call you Miss Bishop if you're nasty.

...Please tell me you're at least passingly familiar with Janet Jackson.

[ Is that who Michael Jackson turned into after he stopped being a black guy? Sounds right. ]

Yep!

Okay, good. Then I'll call you Miss Bishop if you're nasty, as promised.

[ She thinks to herself that she needs to find out more about Janet Jackson, but she doesn't have a pen. Actually? She probably knows enough already. ]

When.

[ She winks. ]</small. Promise.

Depends. Are you currently being nasty?

Because if so, we only just met. I like to get at least three or four death threats under my belt before we get to second base.

I can do that! [ She holds up three fingers. ]

I'll kill you. I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

[ She folds the fingers with each threat and then smiles at him. ]

How's that?

[Okay, now he's just laughing. And laughing with her. Maybe she's got a sense of humor under the crazy? What the hell had she been through to make her like this?]

Oh boy, I think I'm in over my head with you.

[ She laughs, too. This is good! Promising! She'd said something funny, and that was good! Excellent! ]

You know what else you could be in with me?

Lots of trouble?

How much will you hate me if I tell you that I have a sort of but not really boyfriend?

[ Seeeeeeeeeeeeeriously? Ugh. Okay, okay. No problem. She can just kidnap him and take care of him until he forgets that other people exist.

... Maybe she should try to find a place with a basement. ]

Um... Is he against threesomes? Are you against threesomes? Because I'm not.

[ She's never had one before, either, but she isn't against them in theory. ]

[And that, he just bursts out laughing for, a real, honest-to-god delighted laugh. Because he's not privy to her creepy thought process! Good times!]

Well considering he and I are still just a "maybe" perhaps we should save the hot threesome action until later.

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