hey old friend, whadaya say old friend

[beanchaointe]

[Stiles has told Lydia several times that she doesn't need to stay in Mystic Falls. She's refusing to listen. Things are starting to get worse here, and whatever impending storm is coming is going to be here soon. She puts herself out and about in town when she can, trying to see if she can catch something that might give her a clearer idea of what's going to happen.

What she isn't expecting, is to run into a familiar face.

She's having another text argument with Stiles about her current life choices when she catches a familiar set of cheek bones out of the corner of her eye. She turns towards them, eyes narrowing before she asks:]

Jackson?

Comments

[werewolfqueen]

When and where?

[She's already substituting "interrogation" for "compulsion and torture."]

[daydrinker]

I'll send you the address.

[werewolfqueen]

Thanks for the update. I'll be there.

[She's sure this will be fine. She'll tell Klaus to distract their daughter.]