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[lefthandedgenius]

I'm a banshee?

I'm a frickin' banshee?

Well, I guess that explains a lot.

Comments

[icouldbe]

Makes sense with the whole shrieking thing.

[What's meant to come out as snippy comes out as remarkable dull.

His life sucks. :(]

[lefthandedgenius]

[She's actually a little too upset for snarky. Instead she just looks at him.]

I'm sorry about your dad.

[icouldbe]

He's not dead. What're you sorry about?

[Somewhat tartly. But he softens.]

... he saved you. And he'll be fine.

[lefthandedgenius]

He did save me. And I hope so.

[Well, excuse her for being supportive, Stiles!

Then, almost reluctantly,]

You'll be okay, too.

[icouldbe]

[HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO PROCESS LYDIA MARTIN NOT BEING DIFFICULT ok it's a strange new world]

I have Lydia Martin on the case, of course I'll be okay.

[Because it is Stiles' job to ensure beyond a shadow of a doubt that everyone else is okay, because lately, that seems to be all he can do.]

It's going to be fine.

[lefthandedgenius]

[This may or may not appeal to Lydia's secret Veronica Mars enjoyment (look, Mars is smart and stylish and solves crimes). It makes her smile.]

Don't forget Scott. [She taps her nose.]

[runboyrun]

[There's something like a smile, but it falls so far from the mark.]

Knew you were special.

...You okay?

[lefthandedgenius]

No. I'm definitely not okay.

I mean, things could be worse, I guess. [Mostly she sounds confused and freaked out.]

I know what a banshee is. But I don't know what it means.

[There's a look at him, to see if Stiles understands what she's saying.]

[runboyrun]

[Yeah, he gets it. He moves close enough so that he can bump shoulders with her.]

It means that you and me have a date with Google tonight. And then, if you want, we can start looking into what you can do.

[A little pause.]

It's not- You're still you, it's just like finding a birthmark you never noticed before, or finding out that you're actually really good at gymnastics. You're still Lydia, you're just... Lydia the banshee.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Her tone is surprisingly quiet.]

Like I said, I know what a banshee is. But what I don't know is what it means for me. Like I was saying; context.

Lydia the Banshee. It sounds like it should be painted on the side of a freakshow tent.

[runboyrun]

Nah, it sounds like a superhero name to me.

[His smile is dorky. It's a clumsy attempt to lighten the mood, but earnest, too. He could never really think of her as a freak.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Under her breath,] No capes.

I'm not running around town in spandex and poorly placed shoulder pads. Just for the record.

[She'll let him get away with it...right now.]

[runboyrun]

[He just chuckles.]

Aww, no spandex?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Cue eyeroll.]

A boy can dream, I suppose.

[runboyrun]

[And cheeky little grin.]

Come on, if anyone can rock spandex, it's you.