( stargazing )

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the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

[instincts]

So can I.

[ Not gonna win this one, Robin. ]

[teenyoda]

... Shut up. Is it cold enough to go back to my place yet? I can make hot cocoa...

[instincts]

You're changing the subject.

[ But she sits up because ... well ... yes. Yes, it is. ]

[teenyoda]

No, I'm shifting the conversation to one more appropriate. Which is; it's cold out and we should go to bed.

[instincts]

How's that different?

[ She shakes her head—who decided Stiles was the best one to teach anybody about fitting into the human world? Sliding off the hood of the car and back into the dirt, she moves around to the passenger side. ]

[teenyoda]

[He just smiled at her and moved around to get in the driver's side, starting the jeep and waiting for her to be comfortable before he took off.]

Do you want to stop by your house first? Maybe get some shoes and a change of clothes? Toothbrush?

[instincts]

[ Oh right sleeping places requires actual supplies now. That also sucks to get used to. She's comfortable, but doesn't bother with her seatbelt, chewing at her thumb nail as she looks over at him. ] I can't just use yours?

[teenyoda]

My... um.

[If he said no, would she punch him?]

People don't usually share things like that. Germs and all. I mean, I figure it'd be kind of gross for you with the whole extra senses thing.

[instincts]

Germs.

[ Ugh. This is like the wet-wipe thing again isn't it. She holds a hand up in surrender, tipping her head to look out the window. ]

All right, fine. Drive by my place.

[teenyoda]

Alrighty.

[He backs up until he can turn the jeep around, heading away from the preserve and heading for the Tate residence, which isn't all that far.]

Did you have a nice run?

[instincts]

I couldn't shift. Not even part way. [ She does a good job of not making it sound like she blames Scott for being useless at teaching her, even though it did make her grumpy about it. ] I was hoping running would make it easier, but it didn't. [ What had he come out here for? Oh, right. ] Were you out there a long time before I found you?

[teenyoda]

You'll get the hang of it again. Just don't forget to change back when you do.

[He turned the wheel, pulling onto the next street and shrugging after.]

Not too long. I was just trying to clear my head for a bit.

[instincts]

Is it clear now?

[ The question feels loaded somehow, even if she didn’t mean it to. Is it clear as they drive off for a ‘strictly platonic’ sleepover? ]

[teenyoda]

[He takes a breath, letting it out with puffed cheeks.]

No.

[Oh, but look. There's her house.]

If your dad wakes up, I'm leaving you for dead.

[Kidding. He wouldn't.]

[instincts]

[ She opens the car door and climbs out, stopping to lean on the door and answer him. ]

Good. You’ll survive.

[ She isn’t joking. At all. With a very blunt blink, she slams the car door and heads inside to give him a few minutes to chew on that while she throws stuff into a backpack. ]

[teenyoda]

[He still can't tell if she actually has a sense of humor or not. It's incredibly frustrating.]

[instincts]

[ When she comes back out of the house, she has shoes on. Small miracles. Pulling the door open, she tosses her backpack into the backseat and slides back into the passenger seat. She doesn’t speak until she’s pulling the door closed. ]

You should probably hurry. [ Despite the suggestion, she’s pretty calm and taking her time. ]

[teenyoda]

[Warning. Warning. Danger, Will Robinson, danger. Stiles is picturing a shotgun hole in his jeep -- or himself, so he's quick to put his foot on the gas, the jeep having been idling the whole time. Yep, it was getaway time. Sorry, Mr. Tate, but he's stealing your daughter.]

Please tell me he won't shoot at us.

[instincts]

That depends on how far away we are by the time he gets out the door.

[ She leans down to watch the house out of the side mirror as it grows smaller. They make it maybe 100 yards before Mr. Tate, and his shotgun, are thundering out of the front door. ]

He doesn't like to waste ammo.

[teenyoda]

He wouldn't shoot at you, would he?

[Oh god. Oh god, he was going to die. He was going to die and his dad was going to kick his ass.]

[instincts]

He tried to catch me in a bear trap.

[ Okay, he didn't know at the time. Fair point, but it still bears mention. Despite her reminder, Stiles seems to be correct, as there is no telling peal of gunfire behind them when the jeep rattles back onto the main road. ]

[teenyoda]

He didn't know it was you.

[Unknowing echoing her thoughts, he turns and keeps the gas pedal down as he heads far, far away from the Tate residence.]

Kind of hoping he wouldn't want to risk hitting you.

[instincts]

You're probably right.

[ This isn't animal planet. She shrugs and settles back in her seat, assured that there will indeed be no gunfire. ]

[teenyoda]

[And there wasn't. Hallelujah. They even made it back to his place without any sort of incident. His dad's SUV was in the driveway and Stiles chewed his lip.]

Can you, uh... can you do that thing all werewolves seem to be able to do and get in through my window?

[instincts]

You said your dad wasn’t going to shoot me.

[ She doesn’t move to get out yet, just turns to look at him like WAS I BROUGHT HERE UNDER FALSE PRETENSES. Safety first. ]