canon au } { post-6b, of alternate universes and surprise sisters

[beanchaointe]

Rosalie: [so the campus got shut down. some kind of fringe division incident, where something had been released through a rift and she doesn't know one hundred percent what's going on but she was told to not be on campus, so ... clearly being on campus is exactly where she's going to be. She's a Stilinski, she has her brother's bat, and she's from Beacon Hills. She can take care of herself. Also, Fringe Division is shady as fuck which she also knows from personal experience, so she's got her cuff's camera running, gathering whatever footage she can for her vlog and going to make sure that everything is documented properly. Lydia and Agent Parrish have both told her that she needs to stop this but ... again, she's a Stilinski. She's going to find out the truth, even if it kills her. So she quietly makes her way through the hallways of the science building, trying to stay away from the agents to see if she can find what they're looking for herself]

Stiles: [and he came through with Olivia to work on the case from their angle. They had split up to just investigate for any clues they might pick up on, talking over their earpieces as they went. He was currently looking at the contents of the locker in question, a pair of gloves on as he picked at a glooby substance that took up the upper book section of the locker that reminded him of a very ugly looking jello mold.]

Rosalie: [she slips in the locker room door when she sees a group of agents heading her way, doing her best not to let the swish of the door get their attention. She waits for the stop of boots moving past to pass, before she inches towards the sound of someone rustling through one of the lockers. At first, she just quietly records, the agent's back to her so that she couldn't see his face. But then Stiles turns just enough that she can catch him in profile and her heart stops dead in it's tracks. He's not dressed in the usual Fringe Division gear, and she acts on instinct rather than anything else. She charges forward before he can turn, raising the bat and clocking it against the back of what is clearly the nogitsune's head]

Stiles: [with a 16 constitution he thankfully isn't knocked unconscious but it's still an aluminum bat to his head. He had managed to at least turn enough that his skull won't dent, but his ears are ringing as he crumples to the ground with a grunt of pain]

Rosalie: [well, that's enough for now. She pauses for a moment, just to make sure that no one is coming to his rescue, before she drags him off towards the office in the back corner that she knows for a fact is soundproofed because well ... the last guy who occupied it was kind of gross. She then shoves him into one of the chairs, before patting him down and finding his handcuffs, snapping him in so that he can't attack her but she can still see his hands. It's a bit of an uncomfortable angle for Stiles, but she doesn't feel the need to be gentle with him right now. And once the door is closed] What the fuck.

Stiles: Stealing my line there. Ow. [his eyes are only half open and he can feel the cut on his head bleeding] Liv... Liv I need backup... [he really hoped she could hear him]

Rosalie: No, you don't need back up, you need to tell me who you are. Because you, asshole, are supposed to be in amber a hundred miles away. [and she moves in again, this time patting him down more efficiently and depriving him of his weapon, followed by his wallet. her hands shake a bit as she pulls it open, to look through it, but she needs somewhere else to put her eyes at the moment, otherwise she'll really start freaking out]

Stiles: [he tries to focus, his hands going to test the handcuffs and remember what he learned about getting out of them. He was having a hard time focusing] Agent Stiles Stilinski. Fringe Division out of Boston. [he winces as the headache starts to kick in] Earth 1.

Rosalie: You're not Stiles Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski isn't a Fringe agent. Stiles Stilinski is dead. [she's ignoring the "Earth 1" comment because that's clearly some kind of trick, the nogitsune trying to get into her head again, and she won't let it] What is this? Where's your ShowMe? [she pulls out some of the dollar bills and squints at the presidents] Is this paper money?

Stiles: [it takes a moment, his brain trying to remember the info in the file] Not the nogitsune. And dude, if you want the money take it and go.

Rosalie: I don't want your money. I want to know why you have my brother's face! [yeah, okay, she didn't mean to say that, it just sort of came out in the swirl of the panic attack, and she can feel her chest tightening as she tries to breathe again] No, no, no, no, this isn't happening. This can't be happening.

Stiles: Your brother... oh crap they warned me. [he groans, forcing his eyes open to really look at her] Breathe. Please just breathe. Get my partner and she can explain this better than I can.

Rosalie: [her vision swims a bit, coming in fast and slow, and she tries to breathe but it gets harder as the moment goes on. It takes a moment before she crouches down a bit, burying her face in her hands as she rocks back and forth and tries to get back on track] Get a grip, Ro, come on get a grip. [the words are soft, murmured between hard breaths, but she's doing the best she can]

Olivia: [softly, in his ear] Stiles, where are you?

Stiles: I don't know. [blinks, trying to keep his focus] Where did you take me? I'm getting us help.

Rosalie: [fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck] We're just in the closest office.

Olivia: We can track your cuff if you can't get it out of her.

Stiles: I was at the locker. It's an office near it.

Olivia: We're on our way.

Rosalie: [eventually she just sits on the floor, running her hands through her hair as her breathing calms and the shock passes, but she honestly doesn't know what to say] What's your name?

Stiles: I know it's hard to believe, but I am Stiles. Just from a different reality. I promise there's no nogitsune in me. [and he winces as his head is really killing me] Was that my bat you hit me with?

Rosalie: No. It's my bat. What's your name?

Stiles: Crap you're really going to make me say it. It's Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

Rosalie: [it's only the fact that he pronounced it with the skill of someone who's been saying it his entire life that she actually relaxes a little to actually look at him. She hasn't wanted to, her heart pounding in her chest with things she doesn't know how to explain, but she just swallows hard as she tries to think through this. how was she going to explain this. how was she going to tell her mom] How?

Stiles: So what's next? rank, date of birth and serial number? Mother's maiden name and my pin number?

Rosalie: [that doesn't answer her question, Stiles, and she's about to comment on as much when the local Olivia Dunham and Lincoln Lee burst through the door. Olivia goes to Stiles, while Lincoln turns on Rosalie, and she immediately throws her hands in the air] I want to talk to Agent Martin or Agent Parrish.

Stiles: [he can tell the difference between the Olivia’s at this point but it's still a relief to see her face] Don't hurt her. She's other me's sister.

Olivia: We're aware of who she is.

Rosalie: Agent Lydia Martin, Badge number 64053612 and Agent Jordan Parrish 55246242.

Lincoln: She does this a lot.

Olivia: Are you hurt?

Stiles: [chuckles because of course she does] Yes. Cracked me over the head with the bat. Haven't lost consciousness but headache is getting worse. Pretty ready to pass out.

Olivia: Alright, let's get medical in here and take everyone back to HQ. Including Ms. Stilinski, until we can sort all of this out.

Stiles: [.... and he will probably pass out somewhere in the next few minutes now that there's a medical team there.]

Rosalie: [yep, and they'll get escorted back to HQ but he won't be unconscious long, as Earth 2 is home of the advanced medical tech.]

Stiles: [no, but he has a strange feeling he's not going to live this down for a long time. When he's back up, he will go find his actual Olivia and some coffee to help wake him back up]

Olivia: [actual Olivia is hanging out in front of the interrogation room where Rosalie is being held, watching her for a moment and only glancing over when she notices Stiles coming] How're you feeling?

Stiles: Like I got my ass kicked. [goes to stand next to her with his coffee] She thought I was the nogitsune.

Olivia: Well, she had no reason to believe otherwise. Most people over here don't know other worlds exist either.

Stiles: She seems to know a few things more people don't know.

Olivia: Like what?

Stiles: Well, most people wouldn't know what a nogitsune is. Also Agent Lydia Martin and Agent Jordan Parrish? Yeah a banshee and a hellhound from Beacon Hills.

Lincoln: [as he makes his way in] What's a hellhound?

Stiles: [looks at Olivia a sec then at Lincoln] A supernatural creature. Usually someone who died trying to protect people gets possessed by the creature and they keep the person from dying, but they can take over the body when needed to keep balance in the supernatural world.

Lincoln: Well, you're one hundred percent right about Lydia being a banshee, but as far as we can tell Parrish is human.

Stiles: Well, I guess it'll come down to if he had a near death experience in the Middle East where he threw himself on an IED to save his platoon.

Lincoln: [shakes his head] Jordan was never in the military. He got recruited right into the Fringe Division out of college. He's never been to the Middle East.

Stiles: [nods] Then he's not a hellhound here. Interesting.

Lincoln: Alternate universes can be interesting places. [a beat] If you want to talk to her before Lydia gets here, now's your chance. Once she does, that window is closed.

Stiles: [looks at Olivia] Do you mind?

Olivia: [she shakes her head]

Stiles: [and he will take a deep breath before he goes to head in, holding his coffee in one hand as he closes the door] Hey slugger. I was thinking we could talk before Agent Martin gets here.

Rosalie: [is slouched in the chair, one knee pulled up to her chest] Did I do permanent damage?

Stiles: No, I'm alright. I'm sure someone is making a thick headed joke somewhere in my life.

Rosalie: Mom. All the time.

Stiles: Same with Dad. [smiles, sitting across from her] So how often do you end up getting into trouble?

Rosalie: [blinks a bit at the mention of her father, and her eyes look distant for a moment] More often than Lydia would like.

Stiles: Yeah, she has a soft heart for hard cases. [gives Rosalie a smirk] You know you can't tell your Mom about this, right?

Rosalie: My mom barely handled werewolves when Scott came out of the furry closet, do you really think I want to tell her her oldest son was cloned?

Stiles: [laughs] I'm not a clone.

Rosalie: Then what are you?

Stiles: Human.

Rosalie: That does not answer the question. Clones are human too, you know, they're just ... a duplicate.

Stiles: [sighs and looks back at the one way mirror] Well, technically my being here is a need to know kind of thing.

Rosalie: Either you're going to tell me or I'll pester it out of Lydia. I can keep a secret.

Stiles: [rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he thinks about it] You already know about the supernatural. What do you know about time paradoxes?

Rosalie: Like Doctor Who?

Stiles: Kinda. You remember the episode where he leaves Rose in a parallel reality?

Rosalie: The Doctor's always been a lady, but sure.

Stiles: [blinks, and is about to say something but no] Well, same thing - parallel reality.

Rosalie: So ... you're what? From the mirror universe?

Stiles: Pretty much. Some things are the same, and some are different.

Rosalie: Yeah, definitely not telling Mom then.

Stiles: [that look in her eyes when talking about Dad, he has it now] It'll just be our secret.

Rosalie: [her head tips to the side, because there's no way she doesn't notice that and she's not restrained enough to not ask] You don't have her?

Stiles: [and there's a small smile and a shake of his head] No. Not since I was eight.

Rosalie: So it's just you and me?

Stiles: Actually, me and Dad. [his eyes look down at the table, feeling a bit sad] Mom... got sick.

Rosalie: [squints a second, then it hits her] I DON'T EXIST?!

Stiles: No, you do exist. Here.

Rosalie: But I don't exist over there.

Stiles: No, I'm sorry. Mom wasn't able to have kids after me.

Rosalie: What the fuck!?

Stiles: Like I said, parallel worlds are weird. I mean, I heard about what happened to your version of me. [and he will pull out his phone and pull up a photo of him and Scott from the Sheriff's wedding, and turns it to show her] This was a few weeks ago.

Rosalie: [looks at it, then reaches for his phone to take it and runs her thumb over the photo for a second] It wasn't just you. It was Scott too.

Stiles: And Derek Hale, among a few others. I read the case file. [and he takes a deep breath] I know it probably hurts, but they did the right thing.

Rosalie: Yeah, people have been telling me that for years. [and she's just going to ... go through his pictures since he volunteered his phone, and stops when she gets to a picture of the sheriff]

Stiles: When a nogitsune takes control, all you get to do is watch through the eyes but you can't stop any of it from happening.

Rosalie: But you got free.

Stiles: [nods] It let me go so it could get Lydia. But a lot of people died and the last thing they saw was my face. And then the pack saved me.

Rosalie: [yeah, she's totally not bitter about that all] So you'd rather be dead.

Stiles: No, I'd rather be alive. Trust me, alive is a lot better. But being trapped by a nogitsune isn't living.

Rosalie: Being trapped in amber isn't death either.

Stiles: I heard It's a quarantine.

Rosalie: It is. But we don't know what its like for the people inside. People say they're dead, that's what the government tries to sell us, but it's not death. It's just ... hitting the pause button forever.

Stiles: Well, the way Scott was able to free me was by taking his claws and digging them into my neck, along with Lydia's neck, and they helped me break free of the nogitsune's influence. When we did, we split into two people. That let them recapture the nogitsune while saving me. But there were still casualties.

Rosalie: There were casualties either way.

Stiles: I know. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to lose your brother.

Rosalie: Both brothers. But whatever. [the door clicks behind them and she looks up to see who it is] Lydia and I got out together. I guess that's what matters.

Lydia: [and she's standing behind him, dressed head to two in an a-line suit. She looks mostly the same, but her hair is cut to a chin length bob, and she doesn't make eye contact with Stiles] We should go.

Stiles: [nods, and then looks over his shoulder at Lydia before sighing] Yeah, that's what matters. It was nice meeting you, Rosalie.

Rosalie: Yeah. You too. [and with that, she'll let Lydia lead her out, quietly bickering as she goes]

Stiles: [and he will stay in the room, his fingers tapping on the table a moment as he stares at the wall before looking for his phone]

Rosalie: [she left it on the table, but she definitely flipped through and lingered on the pictures with his dad]

Stiles: [he noticed. She probably also saw pictures of him and Cora. He will pocket it, sigh, and push himself up and head out to find his partner] So where are we on the case? [distract him please]

Olivia: They pulled together another strike team while you were in recovery. They managed to track him to a nearby lab and are bringing him in now.

Stiles: Good. Sorry I screwed things up.

Olivia: [she shakes her head] You couldn't have predicted she would be there.

Stiles: No, I know. Still. [he takes a deep breath] Do you think it's possible? Maybe I could help the Fringe team here find a way to fix the issues out in Beacon hills so they could unquarentine that area?

Olivia: [pauses before shaking her head] We don't know how stable things will be once the amber is removed. And if they do it there, a lot of the other people trapped in amber will start asking about their families.

Stiles: But maybe it could also give those with loved ones in amber some hope that one day, even if they don't see it, answers to save them can be found?

Olivia: Stiles ... most people in amber are sitting over literal holes in the universe.

Stiles: Oh. [well, there's that.]

Olivia: It's a nice thought, but ... it's better this way. At least for now.

Stiles: Well, one thing's for sure, she has a heck of a swing. Your doppelganger should think about recruiting her.

Lincoln: She's not interested. She's more interested in exposing us for being shady.

Stiles: Ah, so that's the reason for the tension between her and Lydia.

Lincoln: Among other things.

Stiles: Pretty sure Agent Martin will not be partnering up with me anytime soon.

Lincoln: No. She requested to not be anywhere near this case. Not that we blame her.

Stiles: I don't blame her.

Lincoln: Good.

Stiles: [and he will wince, reaching up to rub at his head] Yeah, I'm not going to forget this trip anytime soon.

Olivia: [nods with a small smirk] If you want, you can head home and rest up. I'll fill you in in the morning.

Stiles: You sure? We still have a perp to bring through.

Lincoln: I got her back. Probably time I went home for a bit anyway.

Stiles: If you're sure, then. Call if you need me.

Lincoln: Will do. [and Stiles will get escorted back to the bridge room]

Stiles: [and the dimension hop probably doesn't help his head at all]

Olivia: [not really, no]

Stiles: [debates stopping at the lab to see if Walter has anything that might help, but no that will end up with him being stoned so he will just go home]

Cora: [and she will look up when she hears the door and frowns] Stiles?

Stiles: Hey. [he is worn out at this point] Olivia sent me home early.

Cora: Are you okay?

Stiles: Not really. I took a blow to the head and I've had a headache on and off.

Cora: Want me to help? [reaches a hand out to him for him to take]

Stiles: If you don't mind. [he will come over and give her his hand before going to snuggle up next to her]

Cora: [shakes her head as she starts to pull on his pain gently]

Stiles: [yeah, that feels better] I was checked over though. No brain damage. [small smile]

Cora: Always good. [presses a kiss to the top of his head]

Stiles: [and he will just close his eyes, because her taking his pain feels good, and he will probably fall asleep right there. He can tell her about stuff later]

Cora: [that's fine. She'll be here, just cuddling with her sleepy boys, because Rocky will probably come over too]

Stiles: [a nice puppy pile on the couch]

Cora: [yep. she may even pass out eventually too]