this is a chemistry lesson

[episodic]

Comments

[beanchaointe]

Vague banshee something bad.

[phonetically]

Okay. So, Scott and everyone's pretty tied up on a job in New Orleans. A big one.

Should I send in the C Team? Is this supernatural C team something bad or I can send a guy around tomorrow something bad? FBI or SPN?

[beanchaointe]

SPN probably? I don't know. But if it's as bad as I felt we'll need whoever we can get.

[phonetically]

I don't know who I can break away. Maybe the Hales.

Maybe Isaac is in the states. Let me see what magic my fingers can work.

Thanks, Lydia. What time are you getting here?

[beanchaointe]

I'm not. I'm staying here.

[Which she knows he's not going to like but she's gonna do it anyway.]

[phonetically]

Lydia, your banshee lighthouse is on, the light is going back and forth well, not, drawing you in because that's not what lighthouses do. But, it's like, not going to the Nematon. Or, Eichen House. Like, WHY go toward the danger? Is your rental okay? I can get you another rental. I can drive down myself.

[beanchaointe]

My rental is fine. I'm not leaving. You're more than welcome to come down if you'd rather babysit me yourself.

[phonetically]

It's not babysitting. Lydia, if it's something's about to go down, you want to BE there?

[beanchaointe]

If there's something I can do to help keep it from turning into a massacre? Yes.

[phonetically]

Then I'm driving down. I have vacation days piled up.

[beanchaointe]

Fine. I'm staying at the bed and breakfast.

[she'll drop a pin for him.]

and separately, for Isaac & Cora

[phonetically]

( With lightning speed, Stiles sends out two texts? )

| to Cora

What's your NOLA ETA?

| to Isaac

Hey, it's Stiles. Any chance you're not in Europe rn? How about the East Coast?

[impetere]

We're in Tennessee. Why?

[aka she doesn't know how long it's going to be, but they're about equidistant from New Orleans and where you might want her to go, Stiles.]

[phonetically]

Lydia's got a banshee of a bad feeling going down for Mystic Falls, can one of you head North?

[impetere]

[Cora looks up from the text and glances to her brother.]

Lydia's in trouble. Stiles wants one of us to divert to a place called Mystic Falls.

[engender]

( Her brother, in the middle of cleaning the gun Braeden gave him, sets it down on the table. )

Virginia. ( He recognizes the name, at least. Through the Argent network. ) What are the odds it's the same week. Tell her I'll divert.

[impetere]

[She nods and texts back to Stiles:]

Derek's on his way.

[phonetically]

Muchos graciosos.

[impetere]

I'll let you know when Malia and I get to NOLA.

[and with that, she and Malia will swap cars and continue on their way, while Derek heads the opposite direction.]

[notwitty]

Do you need me on the east coast?

[Because London is still a mess and he was heading to Prague.]

[phonetically]

Better than any other coast right now. Lydia's banshee senses are tingling and you know when they crop up, it's only a matter of time before the dead bodies.

But, if you're still in Europe and more than a nine hour flight away, I know you're doing good work there.

[notwitty]

I was getting ready to head to Prague, and London's still a mess. Honestly, we can't afford to lose the bodies right now.

[Sorry Stiles.]

There's a wolf in Mystic Falls though - Lockwood. Maybe see if Lydia can find him.

[phonetically]

Lockwood? Never heard of him. Is this a Scott wolf?

[notwitty]

No, he's different. Part of these super old cursed bloodlines. But he's a good guy.

[phonetically]

If he's a good guy.

I'll tell Derek to make contact.

Hey, Isaac.

You're okay, though? How bad is it?