Stiles Stilinski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-06-15 05:05 pm
voluntaryapnea) wrote2014-06-15 05:05 pm
06. No One Ever Tells You That Forever Feels Like Home -- Sitting All Alone Inside Your Head.
[Okay then. So that happened. He's gained memories that definitely aren't his, and he knows about things that he definitely shouldn't know about -- in detail; things he doesn't really want to know about. What makes it worse is that he's pretty sure that most of them are Bucky's. That the things he remembers but didn't live through -- are things Bucky actually did live through and wow is that not okay. He hopes he's wrong. That maybe some of it was Bucky was obvious, but how much he's not too clear on.
He's also pretty sure that Bucky got his memories, or at least some of them, and that's upsetting, too. He hasn't talked to Scott about it even though Scott had thought he was Captain America and the actual Captain America had thought he was a werewolf and really. None of this should even surprise him at this point. But it definitely gives him a headache. And there really just isn't enough Adderall in all of space and time for him to try and figure this all out on his own, but he's pretty sure if he doesn't figure out some of it at least, he'll end up driving himself crazy. And. Been there done that, really. He's pretty sure the universe still owes him a damn t-shirt for it, actually and maybe he'll just drop that request in with the admiral. Because his one other contact with the admiral had gone so well.
But it's all left him open to yet another sleepless night so he wanders the barge as he's taken to doing lately when insomnia hits.
He wanders the halls, to the library, to the top deck, trying to stop thinking about the latest flood for the time being.]
[Private Video -- Bucky]
[He's actually not sure where to start here because it seems kind of tactless to talk about someone being tortured for days -- and he knows that part happened because he remembers it from seeing the movie and that just adds a whole new level of gravity and horror to the situation. Because seriously if he'd had any idea back then that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes were real people in any universe, he never would have watched to begin with.]
Hey, man. How's it going?
[Because a nonchalant, semi-casual conversation starter seems to be the way to go with this.]
[Private Video -- Scott]
So I don't know about you, but I feel...really weird about this whole...swapping lives sort of thing that happened.
[And yeah, he's going to do his best to ignore that whole 'it's Father's Day' thing going around. Because he misses his dad a lot. It does dawn on him that Scott might be having a rough day with it, though because Scott's dad is pretty much, in Stiles' opinion anyway, one of the douchiest douches that ever walked the earth they came from.]
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Yeah, he might have voices in his head from the last flood, but fuck it: He is going to open this door and steal the things inside it until his brain feels better]
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Lose your key? [His voice is wry.]
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Piss off, yeah? Mind your own fuckin' business.
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Yeah, sorry, I can't. [He shrugs. Maybe it's because his dad's the sheriff or his best friend's a werewolf superhero or because he's trying to do this whole better person thing.]
Mason, right?
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[Mason has yet to understand he's been found out, and gives a satisfied noise in the back of his throat as the door audibly clicks. Gently, he pushes it open]
We've got a winner.
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[Mostly he just wants to actually catch Mason's attention. He has no idea what his plans are. He sincerely hopes he's not plotting murder. But if he is...]
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Your mind goes to strange, awful places, little man.
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Yeah but I'm not the one crouched in a hallway breaking into someone's cabin, am I?
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[Mason stands with a grin, cracking his back and blatantly trespasses inside]
If you want a cut, you're shit out of luck. Find your own.
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[He doesn't want to get into a fight with you, Mason. Mostly because he's not sure how dangerous you are or aren't.]
I don't want a cut. You really think this is a smart move on your part?
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Not really too concerned about smarts, my lad. Ooh, this one looks nice. What do you think?
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Obviously not, no. I think you should put it back since it's not yours, mostly. And not to be a buzz kill, but if you don't then...
[Then what, Stiles? he wonders.]
Then I'm gonna report your ass to Gwen. She's your temporary warden, right?
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Thassa cruel thing to threaten.
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I'd rather not have to. I mean you seem like an okay guy. [Other than the whole breaking and entering thing, but really. Who hasn't engaged in a little breaking and entering at some point? Granted, Stiles' reasons for it have been different than petty theft.]
Why don't we just take a walk, man? You can tell me about the whole reaper gig, because I gotta tell you I've been wanting to ask you stuff about that for awhile. Things just keep getting crazy with all the floods.
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Can't I take this with me? It's really, really nice an' it looks about my size. They've got so many already.
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Tell you what. I've got a ton of stuff in my closet I never wear and you're welcome to come look through it and take whatever you want.
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You're a brilliant sport, you.
[He calls Stiles 'you' because he's completely forgotten the other's name]
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Don't worry, Mason. You are not the first person who doesn't remember his name. You probably won't be the last, either.]
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What size pant are you, jus' out of curiosity?
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32/34. [He has no idea what pants size Mason might be.]
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Yeah, they're cut long.
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[And yep, sorry Stiles, you've acquired a Mason who follows happily next to you]
But no telling Gwenny, agreed?
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Can you promise you're not gonna try breaking into rooms anymore?
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