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[nitwit]

This is not one of your brighter ideas. First off, I wasn't crazy. Everything happened. Peter was very much real, and this idea of yours negates all of that. All of it. And I won't go back there. Not to mention that you're going at it blindly without anyone else to 'play with'.

Really, it's just sad. You're grasping at straws and trying to take me down with you.

Try again, sweetheart.

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[wolfteen]

No idea involving Peter is ever a good thing.

[nitwit]

Try telling her that. Going in one ear and out the other.

[wolfteen]

So what is it she has in mind for you?

[nitwit]

This whole... scenario where Peter never came back. It was all in my head. [Like the younger version. But she's not mentioning that, because that is far too personal for Scott McCall.]

[triskeled]

Never say never here.

These muns tend to be very...resourceful.

[nitwit]

Well it would be good for you.

[triskeled]

For me? How so?

[nitwit]

Nothing. [She shakes her head. She really doesn't want to talk about Peter with Derek either.]

Look, I would say sorry for blowing dust on you and kidnapping you, but you clawed my boyfriend. So we're even, yeah?

[triskeled]

[A beat. And now he's frowning. Really Lydia?]

I did it because there was no other choice. He was being controlled by Gerard, he would have killed everyone.

[So no, they weren't even. Derek clawed Jackson to save everyone and she blew...wolfsbane fairy dust in his face for some freaky astral plane reasons-- it doesn't matter, he doesn't care.]

[nitwit]

Whatever. [She doesn't care about your reasons. She tries to play it off like it doesn't bother her. A flick of her hair, and she's fine. She's really fine.]

You bit him, turned him into it, and then tried to kill him.

[triskeled]

[His lips purse into a hard line and just huffs, one that clearly displays his frustration with this girl.]

I didn't turn him into that. Something went wrong with him and somehow you fixed it. [He gives her a pointed look. You want more detail than that, go talk to your favorite person, Uncle Badtouch.]

[nitwit]

[She gives him her best perfect girl smile, head tilted and brows raised.]

You're welcome.

[She doesn't want to talk about Peter. That's why she's distracted you with this petty fight. You are so easy, Derek. Really.]

[triskeled]

[Being annoyingly frustrating tends to do that to someone like Derek, and you're not getting a thank you, Lydia. Maybe he should talk about Peter regardless.

Deep breathes, Hale. Deep breathes.]

Back to your mun. What's she got planned for you. [And yeah, he's only interested because it's supposedly good for him, somehow.]

[nitwit]

[She puts a finely manicured hand on her hip and smirks. Trying to play, are we?]

I have absolutely no reason to tell you.

[burninhale]

Well... you know, I hate to say it, but your writer may be on to something there. Because believe me, Lydia, not everything that happened was all me. Some of it was — I suppose you could say it was your mind reacting to having an unwanted guest.

[ There's probably only a grain of truth in what he says, if that much. Peter is a poisonous presence that shouldn't be hanging around other people's consciousness, after all. ]

[nitwit]

[It's like an sudden chill in the air. Her spine automatically straightening.]

I am not taking your word for it. It's not like you're exactly trustworthy.

[burninhale]

[ He gives her the nicest smile he can, knowing very well it will not have that effect. ]

The mind is a very strange thing. As you know.

[nitwit]

[No effect whatsoever.]

No really? You think I periodically run around the woods naked for days and forget it for funsies? [She presses her perfectly lipglossed lips together.]

[burninhale]

It certainly wasn't me who made you do that.

[ Now THAT much is true. Seriously, not conducive to complex plans involving werewolf resurrection. Also, creepy even to him. ]

[triskeled]

[If that's what she wants to call it.]

Are you always this difficult? [Like, incredibly so. It's like pulling teeth with this one. Hell, all of them! Kids. He hates them.]

[nitwit]

Make me? No. I only could be convicted of kidnapping because of you. [And much more. But she likes having her sanity. She's not going to go there.]

[nitwit]

You have no idea. [She's not even trying here. Lydia rolls her eyes at him before sighing.

Fine, Derek.]

My mun likes the idea that the entire thing was in my head. So that means with Peter never being resurrected or whatever, I would still be capable of lapsing into detached psychosis. [What? Psychology books are interesting.]

[burninhale]

Aw, Lydia. I'd never let Derek press charges. I owe you that much, right?

[nitwit]

[Flattest look ever.]

Because that covers everything.

[burninhale]

Put it this way: it's about as much as you're getting out of me. At least if and until you find better leverage than appealing to my virtually nonexistent sense of fair play.