By the hands of the Gods, you have been plucked from your time and from your world, dropped into the box.
Only the box is a world of its own.
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Scott had figured out what he wanted to do for Valentine's Day and he'd spoken to Carrie about it to get her opinion. When that was sorted, he had gone to Bo to make sure she knew where they were going to be so that she wouldn't think he ran off with her daughter.
The area of the woods they were in were quiet, with a nearby creek and animals all roaming around, unafraid of the werewolf and telekinetic that had arrived, and through the leaves they could see the skies above.
Though it was still winter, the area was warm enough, as if someone had enchanted it, and their phones still worked in case they needed to contact someone. "It's beautiful here," Scott spoke, looking around, "not as beautiful as you though."
Carrie had never been camping – the Christian Summer Camp she’d been forced to go to as a kid was something she decided didn’t count. And this time, it was with someone she cared deeply about. She took in the sounds, how peaceful it was.
She ducked her head and smiled at Scott’s words; how did she even deserve him? She came closer to him and took his hand. “I’m really lucky to be out here, with you.” She’d packed light; Bo had helped her. But there was a surprise at the bottom of her bag, carefully hidden away – the treats she’d baked for Scott and herself. It was the first time she’d made anything for him like this, and she hoped he’d like them as much as Bo did.
"I think I'm the lucky one." Scott wasn't even joking when he said that, holding her hand gently and staying close to her. Carrie was incredible, and she still was a little shy though not as much as when he first met her.
"Look over there." Scott said suddenly, voice low and soft. Where he was pointing with a nod of his head was a deer and her baby, unafraid that there was a werewolf in their vicinity, their soft eyes watching them curiously yet unafraid.
She knew he meant it, he’d always meant everything he’d ever said about her, or those he was close to.
Carrie’s breath caught in her throat as she looked to where Scott said – she had never seen a deer before, so seeing her and her child…it was amazing. Her eyes were wide, her expression one of wonder as she watched them.
“It’s…it’s sorta like they know,” she whispered to Scott, seeing how calm they were.
Scott couldn't remember the last time he saw a wild animal like this, the only memory that came was back on the night he was bitten. Deer had been spooked by the presence of Peter in his monster Alpha form and they'd bolted.
He inched closer to Carrie, as if afraid to spook the deer though they weren't afraid at all. In fact, the mother deer nudged her young one before coming a little closer. "They say animals can sense who we really are and I think this proves it."
Rather than go near Scott, the young deer came closer to Carrie, going to nudge against her gently with his head. "He's not the only one who likes you." Scott spoke softly, again to keep from scaring the animals, a smile on his face.
The girl liked how focused the mother was on her child, nudging her- almost as if saying it was okay.
She gave a smile to Scott, “Well, you saw me for who I was.” She hoped he took as she meant it – he would be a good judge of character anyhow she thought, but also that she would always accept the wolf part of him.
Carrie gently gasped as the young deer came forward, and nudged her. A grin lit up her face, and she slowly stroked the back of his head with her fingers. “Hey, there, little one,” she cooed, before looking to the mother, as though to show she could be trusted with her child.
Some would say Scott trusted too much or too easily, or gave more than second chances to those who clearly didn't deserve it. But the werewolf couldn't help it - he saw the best in people, and sometimes that was enough.
A gentle smile was given to Carrie at her words. He was glad to have seen her for her otherwise he would have missed out on such a wonderful friend and girlfriend. "You're worth it."
He remained silent, using his expression to convey things rather than his voice as the younger deer nuzzled against Carrie's hand and the mother deer blinked a few times, remaining at ease with the entire exchange.
She smiled back at him, that smile she only seemed to have for him, before turning back to the deer, her hair falling across her face. The deer nuzzled once more, before turning back to his mother, as though checking she was still there.
Near the animals, there was a flat patch of grass and earth, with purple and yellow flowers sprouting on the outside of it. “Should we set up here?” The deer were still watching them calmly. “Maybe we could keep them company until they have to go?” They probably had a home for the night – or at least she hoped so.
Scott had a smile he used for the world, and one that he used for Carrie - every time he smiled at her, it was that smile he had only for her, and it was one of thinking the world of her as well as how much he cared for her.
Above all else, it was how lucky he was that she had fallen for him.
"That's a good idea. While I don't mind setting up when it gets dark, I'd rather do it while its still light so that we can have roast marshmallows and watch the stars."
The deer being unafraid made it easy to begin setting up camp, and it certainly wouldn't take them too long.
She was clearly happy he agreed; even now, even with Bo or Scott, she still sometimes worried she would say the wrong thing, though she never doubted them. Old habits died hard.
“I’ve never roasted marshmallows before, or uhh..really watched the stars, well, with someone else—” she broke off with a shy laugh. She helped to set up, glancing at the deer every so often. Even though she’d never camped, putting it all together seemed straightforward.
"First time for everything!" Scott replied, feeling a twinge of pride that he would be there during those first moments for her.
Once the camp was all set, Scott went about starting up a small camp fire. Small bits of kindling with newspaper and then bigger bits of wood on top before being lit. That made sure there was enough for the flames to catch without dying off.
She grinned; even in the moments she felt like she was being a total goof, he always made her feel like it was okay. And it was. She just had to remember that.
She watched as he set up the fire with interest, as she began to get some of the things out of the bags, including blankets and pillows for them to sit on. Her baking was at the bottom, and she took out the container carefully.
Scott liked when she grinned or laughed or was a goof around him because that meant she was comfortable enough to do so. Plus he thought it was really cute when she did that. Around her he felt like he could be himself, that he didn't have to be this big bad alpha.
While Carrie was getting things for them, Scott sorted out two sticks that were suitable for roasting marshmallows, and then grabbed a couple of the soft treats. Sticking them on the ends of the sticks, he handed one over to Carrie. "Best part of camping is the marshmallows." He grinned.
Carrie turned around and took the stick; it was clear by her expression how excited she was to try this activity. Glancing at the fire, she looked back to Scott, “So I just stick the marshmallow in? For how long?”
Holding his marshmallow on the stick in the fire, he waited a few until it started melting and turning black from charcoal before he pulled it out. "Not for too long or it'll melt off the stick. But once it starts to melt and burn it should be done!"
Even if it melted off it was no biggie. There were plenty of marshmallows left over and this was a learning curve. When he first tried it, he'd melted quite a few before he got the hang of it.
Carrie watched and followed his lead. The treat was crisp outside with a lovely gooey centre, and she giggled in between bites as it ended up frosting her top lip. She moved her fingers up to her mouth trying to get it off.
While she giggled, he grinned himself, glad she was enjoying her treat as he slowly ate his after giving it a soft blow. He'd burned his tongue plenty of times due to eating too quickly, even if he wouldn't keep the burn this time. Still the moment wasn't fun, a flare of intense pain that he would rather avoid.
Watching her, Scott moved a little closer and then went to kiss her, both because he wanted to kiss her and to help get the marshmallow that had frosted on her lip. It felt almost similar to back in Christmas where he'd gotten eggnog on his lip though they hadn't kissed then.
She was unable to keep the amused smile off of her face, but accepted his kiss eagerly. It too, reminded her of that time at Christmas. She’d been so nervous then, but knew she’d wanted to kiss him then as much as she did now.
“Thanks for the help,” she grinned as she pulled back. Her eyes suddenly widened as she remembered her gift.
“Oh!” She turned around, and picked up the box. Inside was a mixture of baked goods, including cupcakes and gingerbread men. “I, um…I brought these, for you- um, for us.”
WHAT!? YOU NAMED THE AMPHITHEATER AFTER ATHENA!? But she's not even an artist! She's a boring stick in the mud! What do you do there? Watch old women weave all day? This is egregious! Egregious I tell you!