recklessthings | ♬ ava lee connor

It was supposed to be a normal outing. But werewolves and something about an old saying about no o-plan ever survives the first offensive. That's especially true about werewolves. So they'd been intending to have a nice little training thing and then pack dinner after.

Except there had been a smell and then a sound and this is how Stiles finds himself by himself in the preserve, walking back towards his Jeep.

No danger here, right?

Edited 2014-11-27 03:04 (UTC)

The thing about falling through a rift is that it kind of sucks.

A lot.

In vibrant technicolor.

She's fallen through smaller rifts before. Rabbit holes are - were - pretty common in Chicago, and she's been through a few in her time. This isn't a rabbit hole, though. She wishes that it was. This was end of the world, end of the line, all those cliched lines from a Semisonic song only it applies to an entire universe, not just a bar. So this isn't an easy exit or a quick change. This is a violent, crazy scary event that has her hurtling head first into another universe, one where she may or may not be welcome, but that consideration isn't really crossing her mind as she's hitting the ground.

Hard.

Thankfully, demons are pretty sturdy. She manages to roll back up to her feet again, finding her balance as her wings stretch out past her shoulder blades. Black blood trickles from a cut on her forehead and from other scrapes on her arms, and as she looks around for the person who was supposed to have arrived with her. She's in the middle of a big empty field, it's not like her grandmother could have gone far. They just fell through a hole in time and space and now she's standing in the middle of an empty field.

"Gram?!" The word is harsh, sharp and demanding, trying to keep a hold of herself so that her Calling doesn't start spilling out all over any poor sap who happens to be nearby. "I swear to God if you left me behind I will so make you regret it. Where the hell are you?"

She hasn't even noticed Stiles yet. It's probably for the best.

He's staring. It's not polite.

But in his defense, winged girls falling and then being shout-y don't generally happen every day. Even to him.

Even here in Beacon Hills.

So he's staring because really now, he's wanting to know when he entered an episode of Supernatural. He has seen that shit and it's not pretty and he's not okay with that level of body count, okay? Bobby dying hurt okay? So winged beings in Beacon Hills does not fill him with the warm fuzzies.

The wings were damn cool though.

She's bleeding and that's kind of a problem so he speaks up. "Hey, can I help you?"

Ava's head snaps around at the sound of he voice, and there's a moment when she squints at him like she's seen him somewhere before. (To be fair, she has, his name is Leo Hanson, he's an Angel of Knowledge, and he has a crush on the scariest girl Ava knows, but she's scary in a fierce, fabulous and gorgeous way and that's all that matters. This kid is not Leo, however.

Leo, while a bro and generally adorable lacked this kind of inherent menace that this kid happened to possess. And don't lie to her. She knows inherent menace. She has a bit of it herself.)

Her wings flare a bit, aware that they're being stared at and that's not exactly conducive to helping her put them away. She swallows nervously before shrugging. "Sure."

A beat.

"Where am I, exactly?"

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"The Hale Forest Preserve, Beacon Hills, California, United States of America. Planet Earth. Um. Sol System."

Because he's not certain how specific he needs to be there. He's still not exactly sure what's going on or how she got here or what she is. Or if she's a she really, because it's a lot of assumptions there and he doesn't know really how her...their people work.

Wow, English is not really equipped for first encounters of supernatural beings. Really not.

"I'm um, Stiles. I live here in Beacon Hills. Not here in the preserve, but I have friends that do? I mean they have a house but they're not just hanging out in the woods, just chilling. So yeah, I mean we can help you if you need us to."

No, specific is very good. Beacon Hills she's never heard of. California is not her California, though. And at least she landed in an English speaking country from a similar time period to her. She hates period fashion. And when the Rift decides to dress her. One hand comes up to rub at her shoulders, her wings lifting and resettling as she tried to massage out some of the aches and pains.

"I'm Ava." There's a pause because she's not really sure what else to tell him. It's not like she could really elaborate. Buying a bus ticket here isn't going to send her home to her Chicago. " ... I guess I'm not really from anywhere anymore."

"Okay. That's a start. Ava's a pretty name and did you come through with someone? " He thought he heard her yelling for someone else and if there was someone else like her around, he'd like to have them both where he could see them.

And also any moment now, he's expecting werewolves to come bursting in on them.

"I ... I thought I did."

Her face falls for a moment, before glancing around again. Her wings shift a bit, the ends turning down a bit sadly. She knows that rifts don't always work out the way you intended but when you jump through one holding someone's hand, she should follow close behind you.

Apparently not.

She shakes her head not long after that before giving him a small smile. "Guess not."

He really wants to reach out and offer her some support but he's not sure if that would be welcomed or if he would lose an arm or get poisoned or become a mindless...and now we're getting our brain back on track, Stilinski. He's firmly telling his inner self to get with it already.

"Okay, so um. Are you hungry or thirsty. My Jeep's not so far from here and we could go grab something?"

Because well he can't just leave her here. You don't just leave people in the woods. Especially winged girls who are lost.

Ava honestly doesn't know if she could manage to eat anything right now, but she also doesn't want to be alone either. It's not like she has anywhere else to go and this Stiles kid is at least totally not freaking out at the idea that she has wings and fell through a hole in the universe.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure, just ... " She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to think of all the exercises her grandmother made her do to get a handle on her emotions. They always run a little higher for Glays, the strongest side effect of their Calling, but she's always been good at keeping her cool. Usually. Now there are far too many strings of panic for her to keep it together completely, but there's also enough calm for her to manage to draw her wings back into her shoulder blades, giving her the appearance of a normal girl again. She sighs a bit, rolling her shoulders to settle, before opening them to look at him again. "There. Better."

Stiles knows that he's staring again. But he really can't help it so much because those wings just disappeared and just what even is his life right now.

"Right, it's this way." He points and starts walking that way slowly, trying to match his pace to hers. He doesn't want to leave her behind. "So have you been to California before?"

"Yeah. Long time ago, though," she says as she walks, one hand coming up to rub her shoulders. "My mom traveled around a lot when I was a kid, so I've probably been almost everywhere in the lower forty-eight at least once."

California - there are worst places she could have landed. She could have wound up in the middle of a Chicago blizzard, if nothing else.

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