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I'm at home.

[Now he's really unsure.]

I'll come pick you up, okay?

No, I can -- [She almost says that she can handle it, that she can just walk home, but then she realizes that she isn't going to be able to just not think about it the whole way home.]

We can meet somewhere in the middle -- is that okay?

I guess, yeah.

[He still doesn't like the thought of her being alone when she sounds this shaken.]

I'll wait for you on the bench outside the coffee shop okay?

Yep. That's fine. I'll be there in, I don't know, ten minutes?

[It's better to get her outside and into the air where she can take those deep breaths and just focus on moving. She has so much on her mind and sitting and waiting for Isaac to show up or walking the whole way alone would just make it worse. This is a middle ground. This will be easier.]

[She leaves work, picking up her jacket, and heading outside. Immediately once she's outside she feels better. The confined feeling she got from the vision - the dark steel space of that vault, it wasn't doing her any favors. Outside, open air, actual light -- it was good and it pulled her a bit away from what she had seen.

She makes her way, in the most direct path she knows, to the bench and takes a seat, waiting for him.]

[Isaac hangs up then and immediately sets out, grabbing his jacket and moving toward the meeting place. She arrives there first, but only just- Isaac sees her sitting there and hesitates for a moment, not sure of what her news will be. But waiting like this is silly, isn't it? And so he steps forward and slides into the seat next to her, trying a little smile, as if that might make her feel better.]

Hey.

[Erica sees him approach and when he gets there, she draws her mouth into a tight line. It's only a moment of silence before she turns to him.]

I don't want to talk about it out here, but I don't know if I'll make it all the way home without saying anything.

Okay. Okay, yeah.

[Nope, something is clearly wrong. Isaac takes a deep breath and folds his hands, trying not to think of what it might be.]

Do you want to start walking?

[Erica nods.]

Yeah... let's do that.

[She takes a breath and rises to her feet. She doesn't wait for him, she just starts to walk back home. She'll start to talk once she feels like she's a good distance from other people.]

Those apples... I had heard people saying they had visions, visions of their futures. So, I thought -- I thought I'd get to see something. So I could understand. Then I got clothing. I should've left it alone, but I didn't.

[Isaac walks in step with her, trying to wait patiently for her to start talking if or when she feels like it. Still, when she does, he finds dread knotting in his stomach. This can't be good.]

...why would you want that?

[He regrets asking as soon as he does, but it's genuine. She knows she dies. Does she really want to see it?]

[She frowns. Her pace slowing a bit.]

Because all I have is what people tell me. I don't... it's different being told something. I just thought -- maybe it would make more sense. [Because no matter how many times someone tells her something it's just a story and she can't figure out how the pages connect.]

[Isaac pauses when he realizes that he's walking to fast and hesitates, waiting for her to catch up to him.]

...I don't know. I'm tired of the future. [But, it can't be undone, so he lets out a sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets so she won't see his balled-up fists.]

What did you see?

[She glances to him moving ahead, but she doesn't say anything. She knows that it's going to upset him -- it upset her, but she can't change it and she'd rather have seen it. Even if it's bad, because she knows how it ends.]

My death.

[She hadn't wanted to say it outside, not in the middle of people and even now she slows her pace even more once she says it.]

[There's a pause. Isaac goes still on the road for a moment, but otherwise, doesn't explicitly react. If anything, he seems to take it in stride. He has to, doesn't he?]

Do you want to talk about it?

[If she had a choice she wouldn't have picked this, she would've picked something else. Something that she could use to reassure him or at least give her more into her relationship with him back home. This is what she got, though.

She takes those few steps to meet him and reaches for his hand to thread her fingers around his palm.]

Yes... but only if you are okay with talking about it.

It's your thing, you know?

[He'd be kind of an asshole if he wasn't okay with talking about it. At any rate, Isaac tucks his fingers back against hers and offers Erica a tiny little smile.]

Go ahead.

We can wait until we get home. I want to sit down. [She appreciates the smile, even though she's certain that he's not thrilled about talking this over.

She's mostly silent the rest of the way. Staying close to Isaac and just trying to sort through what she had been shown. It's not a lot, but she knows what she saw -- what she felt. At least, what she thinks she felt. It's not long before they're home and she sheds her jacket and tosses it over the back of a chair. She moves to the couch, sitting down and folding her legs before her.]

Okay. [She exhales and waits for him to get settled.]

You said there's an alpha pack - right? That Boyd and I run and the alpha pack probably finds us. I saw, it was a steel room. Dark. No windows and a giant door - like they have in the movies at banks. The big vault door. I'm talking to Boyd and then a woman comes in and I -- I'm not afraid of her, but -- I attack her and she's too strong. I try to get out - I think, or maybe just to stop her, and she's too strong and too fast.

I -- I don't think I was afraid though. [She looks up at him.] It didn't feel like fear. [Fear is something Erica knows very well. From the thought of her seizures to the way people treated her... she had a lot of fear to remember.]

[Isaac doesn't mind the silence- it gives him time to mull it over, to steel himself to his own reaction. He doesn't handle Erica's death well, and it's caused friction between them before. Isaac is determined not to let the same thing happen again.

So when they sit, he's calm, breathing evenly, his heartbeat slow as she starts to speak. And he listens to it- all of it, his eyes downcast, his lips drawn in a thin line, before nodding.]

No fear. I like that.

[It's quiet even so, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips.]

I'm not surprised. You were always a fighter. You have a lot more gut and determination than I do.

[She frowns.]

I know it's not good news. That it still sucks and I'm never going to learn to drive a car or ... a lot of other things.

But I fight. [She glances to him.] I don't give up.

You don't. That matters.

[He reaches a hand out to hers, and even though it hurts that she's gone, he pushes it aside in favor of encouraging her.]

You're strong. I always knew it.

Did Derek ever tell you what happens on the eclipse; I mean, to us -- to werewolves?

...no?

[That's sort of a weird question to go in with.]

Why, what happens?

I don't know. I ask Boyd, but I don't get an answer.

I was thinking I should at least try to get the answer.

I don't know. [Isaac frowns.] Try asking Derek, maybe?

[She nods.]

Yeah... I might. I don't know. I don't think he'll be too happy about the apple thing and I'm not that eager to talk about that with him.

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