halfbloodhill_logs | i can't believe that we would lie in our graves

Who: Scott McCall and YOU!
What: Aftermath of the werewolf attack.
When: Thursday, January 31
Where: Outside Nike cabin.
Why: It's time for Scott McCall to step into the light again.

[So it's safe to say that Scott McCall's been laying pretty low for a day or so. He's missed Roman training in the morning for the past two days, which he's pretty sure he'll be penalized for, but he figures lots of people were injured in the scuffle (which is a horrible word to use for what happened, now that he thinks about it, what the hell McCall) and -

and it's a little scary for him that the bite that he sustained is pretty much gone now.

No.

It's a lot scary. And he kind of has a feeling he knows what's happening to his body, but he doesn't like it one bit.

There are so few people that know about the whole bite thing, and Scott would really prefer to keep it that way, especially since - well, since he didn't ask for this. He never planned it to happen - he just wanted to keep the camp safe, wanted to keep all his new friends and his family, his legion, his home safe.

He's taking a few steps out of the cabin for the first time, trying to stay slow on his feet. It helps that he's a little disoriented by what he can see, what he can hear now. He's still got bulky bandages on under his shirt, just to keep appearances up. He got to a healer, yeah, but...healers don't fix everything right away, especially on someone who's just a legacy.

And now, apparently, a werewolf.]

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[That does brighten his mood a little bit. It'd...kill him a little, if Heather didn't want him to still try to make this work, she's so important to him.]

Okay, first I gotta own up to the Praetors that I slept through training yesterday and today. But uh. Come inside.

[And he leads her into the cabin, locking the door behind them and taking in a big sigh, blurting everything out quickly, a little panic in his eyes.]

I got bit. I'm a werewolf.

[ Heather's heart just ... stops for a second. Her jaw drops and she slowly covers her mouth with her free hand. ]

Oh my gods, McCall. [ It's not about her, of course, and she knows it very well but she can't help but hate herself that she had to get mixed up with that other hunter when she could have prevented this from happening. ]

I could've been there.

I know, I- Heather, don't.

[He just moves to hug her again, really, really tight. He's glad she was there at all.]

[ Heather hops onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around him tightly, giving him a big squeeze for good measure -- before she realizes: ]

Crap. I shouldn't hug you that tight. [ She purses her lips, shaking her head a little. ] Unless ... i can? What's up? How d'you feel? Do you need me to get you anything? I can say I need a new sling if you need me to go to the infirmary.

No, actually, I- man, Heather, that's like, the weirdest part. I'm like - there's no mark or anything where I got bit. It's totally fine.

[He blinks a little.]

But um. I should probably eat something.

Dude ... [ She reaches up to give his upper arms a sisterly squeeze, holding him at an arm's length to give him a once over. Nothing too different right now. ]

Come on, do you want candy or like ... a rare steak? [ What do good werewolves eat, anyway? She quirks her mouth into a sheepish smile. ]

[He just shakes his head a little, watching her, making sure he doesn't do anything to bump her arm.]

You should really take more ambrosia for that. And...uh.

[He gives her a little one back.]

Both. Maybe both. [He feels like he could eat for a small army right now.]

Dude, I don't even care that I'm in actual pain right now. I'm just so happy that you're okay.

I mean, not that okay. This is a huge, huge thing. I'm - I don't even know how I should be reacting. [ Heather babbles on, adjusting her sling again, making a face at how her bones and muscles protest the sudden movements. ]

Let's get food.

I'm - I'm really happy you're okay, too, Heather. When you went down, gods. I was terrified.

[His frown matches hers as she makes a face, then nods, starting to walk toward the dining pavilion.]

I'm gonna hover around you in the meantime. I know next to nothing about -- any of this. I'll keep it on the hush hush, though, 'course. [ She squeezes his hand with her right one and she has to smile admiringly up at him. ]

I don't know what I would've done if I lost you out there.

I- thanks. I gotta say...even with all of Annabeth's books and what training I did with Derek, I'm still pretty in the dark, too. It sucks.

[He squeezes her hand right back, and in that instant - Scott feels the usual brotherly cameraderie he feels with Heather flood over him. He's so happy she's okay.]

We have to...we gotta thank the gods that this is what I came out with, I guess. It could be worse.

[Or maybe it couldn't, considering he can smell Heather from a mile away now.]

Well, that's one day to look at it, and that's probably how I'd look at it. If I was in your position.

[ The thought of herself getting all furry and ferocious gives her the heebie jeebies and she shudders briefly. ] Does Stiles know about this?

[Honestly? He can't imagine it, either. A little blond wolf running around camp's probably the last thing he needs.]

Yeah. He knows I was bit. He saw me after - after I saw Allison. I couldn't not tell him, Heather. If I didn't tell him, I wouldn't be telling you, either.

I just figure he'd get to researching, you know? So, y'know, someone's got that covered.

[ She pauses. ] I'm glad you felt you could tell me about it. You know I'd support you through thick and thin. Oh but - what's going on with you and her, though?

[ Does she need to step in for whatever reason? She wants to know. ]

I think-I think he's gonna. Stiles is like that, he's always been like that. He may not be one of Athena's kids or anything, but he's gotta know like...everything, once something catches his interest, y'know.

[He gives her a sheepish little grin.]

We're going out!

Gods, McCall, you got hurt but you got a date out of it. I guess every rose has its thorn, or something like that.

[ She giggles, giving his arm a little shake because she can't exactly jump up and down and tackle him in joy right now. ] Dude. Dude. That's awesome. I - well, I hope she's good to you.

[He hums the Poison song after she uses that particular turn of phrase. His voice is - it's comforting, familiar, like his regular speaking voice but a little melodic.]

I think she will be. I mean, I'm gonna be good to her, too. I have to. There's something there.

I'll trust your judgment there. [ Heather nods. She gives his hand another squeeze before breaking away. ]

You go feed yourself now, okay?

Yeah- yeah. I feel like I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

[He laughs a little bit, kind of afraid it's true.]

Thanks, Heather.

i can't believe that we would lie in our graves

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