The Story of Fallen Love

"Don’t go. Keir wouldn’t want you to."

And he wouldn't want you running around the streets missing a big chunk of your memory.

"No..I mean..just no..if anyone moves out it will be me. You’re good for Keir…I’ve seen him around you…" Libby lets her gaze slip from him to the floor. "I just know that there’s lies going off at the moment and I need the truth—and whether it’s a truth I wanna hear..you still gave it me…so I guess that’s something. So I will ask you one thing..just as a confirmation of what I have already been told…am I in Dereks pack?"

You still don't have your memory so you won't have any where to go except be with Keir. I'll be fine. And yeah, Derek's your alpha.

"Great..that’s just great…I mean, I admire your honesty and all, but Keir said I would be safe with him and now I find out he is living with a guy who’s tried killing me…more than once!"

I'm sorry... I'm not that person anymore. You're safe with him.. I'll just move out until you get your memory back or something if it would make your comfortable with him. 

Looking at Tristan rather skeptically, he let out a small snort and took the blindfold from him.  If Tristan wanted to surprise him, then alright.  Keir tugged it on and blinked a bit.  ”Don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where we’re going, are you?”  He cracked a small smile and leaned between the car seat and the window.  How long the ride would be, he wasn’t sure—not that it really mattered.

Tristan gave himself a mental pat on the back when Keir agreed to put on the blindfold. "Nope. Don't worry, it's not a dumpster. It might be too fancy though." He hinted, not meaning to give away the surprise completely and ruin the whole point of the blindfold. 

" You can?" Suddenly her brow furrows and eyes narrow a little. "What did you do to me?…and please do NOT say nothing."

 ... I tried to kill you... on several occasions...

She furrows her brow and thinks back as far as she can. “Um…I remember a social worker saying that I would be coming to a place at Beacon hills to stay..and it would be the next day.but then .I don’t remember arriving here.” Libby swallows thickly and takes a deep inhale. “And then I remember feeling real sick and being in the woods, I thought—I mean..someone kicked me and I thought it was someone…this guy…..but then everything was pretty hazy and I may be mistaken..cause I think I may have gone unconscious after that”

That's a couple of months. Difficult, but I can try to find something... So you don't... uh... remember what I did to you? 

Gives him a small smile and takes them, popping the lid and shaking a few into the palm of her hand. “Thanks” Closing the box and handing it back she starting eating them and talking. “I’m okay..just trying to get things together ya know?”

Right. Right. What was the last thing you remember? Like, before you lost your memory.

"Tic tacs?" blinks. "I’ll try one."

Sure. [He hands her the whole box.] How are you feeling, Libby?

Keir stammered slightly, “thanks.”  Flushing slightly, he gave Tristan a small smile.  His nerves were getting the best of him, but he did his best to keep himself from doing the usual when he was nervous—which included taking off and running.  You don’t have to… he wanted to say, watching as Tristan opened the car door for him.  Biting back his words, he sat down and fidgeted before glancing back up at the witch, “wherever you want is fine.”  Pausing as his eyes flickered down at his hands and then back up, he steeled himself, “somewhere… fancy?” he answered back, giving him a slight smile.

Tristan smiled with closed lips. God, he was trying too hard for something that was supposed to be simple. Biting the inside of his cheeks to hide the blush, he closed Keir's door and rushed over to his side. Fancy... Okay. He was prepared for that. He started the ignition and turned to Keir with a small smile. "Fancy... Nice... Got it.. Okay. Uh..." He awkwardly scooted over to the glove compartment and opened it, pulling out a blindfold and handing it to Keir. "Here, put this on." He paused realizing how murderous the scene would be. "Or... Or... Not..." He pulled back just leaving it in Keir's hand. "It's your choice really..." 

Maybe it was just his nerves, but Keir had been jumpy all day and time seemed to pass slower than usual.  It felt difficult to contain both his nerves and excitement, but he tried to do his best at work, focusing on the coffee.  He’d probably spilled enough coffee on himself to fill a full cup or take a shower in.  Not that he minded.  It kept his mind in his head, partly because the scent of coffee reminded him of home.  There was something comforting about it when all he could smell was the rich scent of coffee.

Tristan stood there for a couple of minutes, watching a couple pass by with flowers in their hands. Holy fuck. He forgot the flowers. He cursed to himself silently as he scanned the area, looking for a quick place to get flowers but found nothing. He was still out of the dating game. It wasn't even possible for him to ask out Keir without being completely drunk. Maybe he could just find some excuse while at the restaurant to run and buy some flowers. 

Then it’ll be even more fun.

This'll be an interesting experience...