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If you wanna repay back that favor now... There is something you can do for me.

SCOTT MCCALL Teen Wolf, S3E1

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he gets it from his mama

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So where are you guys off to today? Oh, well, first up is the zoo. Mm. Then we're meeting up with the porcupine zookeeper. Mm. Then we have a play date with Denny. Then it's the Gymboree, and all that is happening before lunch.

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Season 1, Episode 7 "Night School" TEEN WOLF (2011–2017)

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I can imagine it must be hard for you going back to that firehouse. Yeah, 'cause the last time I was there, I decided to quit and be a stay-at-home dad? Because you've never been there without your dad. …Yeah.

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TK Strand & Carlos Reyes & Jonah 9-1-1 : LONE STAR I 5x12 'Homecoming'

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VERONICA LODGE in Chapter Fourty-Four: No Exit

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Confusion was coming off the stranger in waves, but Scott didn’t press any further, knowing full well that fear was stunting, and overwhelming someone too soon could be worse. He felt mild confusion himself at Thomas’ questioning, but tried not to show it, nodding in response too. “Of course. There’s not a lot set up around here yet, but there’s a lot of spare stuff. Things people have donated. I’m sure we can easily find something for you, and your friends.” Scott did his best to appear confident, and of course, remain polite, slight smile on his face. Despite his alarm, he still wanted to be as helpful as possible, and especially for someone who looked exactly like his own brother. The smile slipped from his face however, at the question.

Scott sensed Thomas’ emotions, his own confusion now increased tenfold. “Uh..” He blinked at the other man, pausing for a moment before continuing on, trying not to let his mustered confidence waver. “Um, yes. Of course. She works here. Her name’s Melissa. You’ll like her, I promise.” He gave Thomas the basic facts, unsure of how else to answer such an odd question. If he and Stiles were somehow related though.. could this have anything to do with Claudia? Scott waited for Thomas to answer, not giving any more. “It’s just good while you recover. Gain your strength, and all that.” He’d been given the same speech a thousand times. Scott shrugged at the question. “It can be sloppy and.. I don’t know. Boring. A lot of fruit. It just makes you crave the better stuff, like pizza or Mexican.”

The alpha raised an eyebrow at that, watching the man side on. “Oh?” If he didn’t want to elaborate, that was okay with Scott, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. All of Thomas’ questions had been odd, of course, but that only helped convince Scott this was real. This wasn’t just some Stiles clone, or the sadistic counterpart. He had his own memories, fears, experiences. And thirst, clearly. Scott smiled genuinely at the thanks. It felt good to know he’d done something right. He was all the more determined to find this man’s friends, his anxiety over the whole situation slowly dissipating. “You’re welcome. I can find you some more later.” He didn't want to give Thomas too much too fast.

They turned into emergency, Scott sure it was more likely his friends were there considering where they'd been rescued from. Gesturing to the first room, they approached the closed door. “I’m sure a lot of them are resting.” It was Scott’s way of saying he hoped he wouldn’t disturb anyone. He swung open the first door, and then stepped aside, letting Thomas take a look. "Go ahead."

Thomas simply nodded in confirmation, but he was still uncertain as to how much he was willing to reveal, even if it was something as simple as his health status. As for hearing his hunger, that comment completely threw Thomas off, so he decided to dismiss it, at least temporarily. Clearly, there were details he was missing. “New clothes?” That was a luxury he could only ever dream of. He’d been wearing the same trousers and ripped fabric t-shirt for the past… however many years. Some of the boys and Nat had attempted to make clothes, but without anything to sew them together with, their attempts had been feeble and short-lasting. 

“You remember your mom?” A pang of confusion, followed by jealousy, tugged at his heartstrings. None of the gladers remembered their parents, or at least not enough to talk about them so… confidently. They only had blurs, tampered memories. The people out of the arena were living in a completely different world, he realised. A better one. He only hoped that if he was staying here, he could adjust, and that him and his friends could finally find pieces of enjoyment. Maybe, just maybe, they could remember. “Uh… sure. Solid food is good too, I guess.” Nothing unusual, though, which is why he wanted cake to begin with. It was something different, something to remind him that he was free. “Why is it gross?”

“I haven’t had cold water before.” He’d felt it, sure, when the occasional spell of rain had hit the arena. But after a while, the weather had stopped changing anyway, and they were left with nothing but the beating sun. As if the people controlling his small world had just disappeared. It had left the lake water which they distilled murky and warm, but they’d had no choice. He took the bottle eagerly, wasting no time in unscrewing the cap and drinking it as if his life depended on it. His mouth finally felt moist, and Thomas licked over his lips, only stopping for breath. In a moment, it was gone. “… Thanks.” He instantly felt better, the world came into focus. A burp passed through his throat, but he ignored it, continuing to nod along to what Scott was telling him. After that drink, he felt his trust grow. “Both is good.”

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MICHAEL EVANS BEHLING

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Scott could relate to that, so he nodded, but he still appeared concerned, sensing all sorts of negative emotions. “Just tell me if it gets to that point.” A corner of his mouth lifted when he heard the sound again, and he nodded toward the hand that grasped at his shirt. “I can hear it. I’ll find some new clothes for you, too.” A thought told him Stiles’ clothes would more or less fit perfectly, but Scott dismissed it quickly. He wouldn’t get Stiles involved until he knew what this was. Or at least, until he knew this was real.

“Cake?” Scott hadn’t expected that, and for a few moments, he blinked in surprise. Then he was smiling, his fear alleviating a little. Maybe this guy was related to Stiles. “Okay. Let’s find you some cake. My mom would want you to have something, uh..” He couldn’t remember the proper word so he muddled through. “Solid too, though. I don’t think we’re meant to just give patients cake. That would be cool, though. Everything else is kind of gross.” It reminded him of when Isaac tried to sneak pizza into the infirmary for him, Scott smiling again at the memory.

“Um, yeah, okay, let’s go,” he shook all other thoughts away, giving Kol in the next room a wary glance before grabbing a full water bottle off one of the medical carts. “Sorry, it’s not cold, but you should have as much as you can,” Scott instructed, holding it out to Thomas. Leading him out of the ward, he spoke as he walk, keeping his gaze on the other man, partly in case he felt unwell, but mostly in case he disappeared before his eyes. Scott had been having awful dreams lately, and he still wasn’t convinced he was seeing total reality here. “You were in the ICU,” he started to explain. ”Your friends might be in emergency, or surgery, but those wings aren’t very big, and I haven’t heard anything about that. So maybe they’re just in the general ward.” Though it wasn’t like Scott was an actual doctor. He was acting as an assistant nurse, if anything. “We can try all of them.”

Thomas nodded in thanks. He’d feel better once he found them, feeling as if he owed it to them to keep them safe. Especially Chuck. “I’ve felt worse.” If he admitted it to himself, he didn’t feel all that great. Tired, despite how much he’d slept, and now that the adrenaline had died down he was feeling slightly dizzy. But he still felt better than he had in the arena, away from the heat of the sun, so he’d take it. “How do you know that?” As if to prove a point, his stomach growled again, making him feel hollow. He grasped at the shirt that hung over it, hoping it wouldn’t begin to hurt. 

Anything he’d like? Thomas could remember certain foods, from before. Not every region of his memory had been taken from him. He definitely didn’t want berries, or fish. Or meat. Nothing that reminded him of his old diet. “Cake.” Was all he could think of, luxurious and sweet. One bite would probably fill him. “Water’s good too. Uh - please. Might get rid of this shankin’ headache.” And the dry mouth. He felt as if he hadn’t been properly hydrated in years. 

Feeling more relaxed around the male, now, Thomas agreed to make him aware of any changes to his health. He just hoped trusting this place was the right decision. 

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RAFAEL SILVA 🦋

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He's got his spell on me.

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911: Lone Star | Tarlos -> squished-nose kisses ↳ bonus: squished faces