Disclaimer: I do not own anything Teen Wolf. If I did, I would have already written myself in as Stiles girlfriend instead of writing Stydia FanFic.

"I'll return in a moment Lydia. Try to clear your mind and relax. Trepidation doesn't hurt as bad as they say…" Dr. Valack laughs as he walks out of her cell.. room.

Lydia doesn't know how long she has been lying in this bed at Eichen house. She remembers being trapped in the dark.. It was like she was swimming through tar. There was no light or sound or anywhere to go. Breathing was impossible. And then suddenly it was clear and she woke up screaming at the creepy nurse. She vaguely remembers escaping the creepy nurse determined to eject her with medication, fighting the guards with everything she had only to be stopped by.. Aiden? That couldn't be right though.. Aiden was dead. She remembers the gut wrenching pain she felt when she saw Ethan sobbing over his brother at the school. It wasn't that Lydia loved Aiden. Her heart had belonged to someone long before Aiden walked into her life and into her bedroom. But Aiden was a safety that she needed. A man who could help her forget her heart and element her needs. He was a haven, but not an anchor. She could stay grounded knowing that there were arms to protect her from the world. A hand to keep her from floating away those days that being a banshee seemed to drive her crazy. A mind to match her quick wit and vast knowledge. A heart that held more love than she thought was possible in this world. A heart who she secretly hoped still loved her even though she had lost her chance with him so long ago. Her anchor, her tether, her Stiles. Where was Stiles?

She thought she remembered hearing his voice in the blackness. Something about… non-trivial zeros? He brought her homework when she was laying cationic in a mental hospital?! She shakes her head to clear her mind. She must have imagined him holding her hand, pleading for her to come back. How would he be here? Why would he be here? He would have been with Malia. Her own mother was trying to kill her and she gave Stiles the love he deserved. Lydia knew he wouldn't be here with the girl who had ignored him since third grade. Yes they were best friends, but she knew the love he had once felt for her was replaced with a friendly affection.

However, while his love for her had diminished, her love for him grew wildly and steadily. She loved everything about that goofy boy. His crooked grin, and sarcastic comments that made her laugh uncontrollably. The look he got when he was thinking deeply about anything. The fierce protective love he showed for everyone in his life. The way his warm hands enveloped her cold small ones. The broad shoulders she caught herself crying on more often than not. The arms that wrapped around her and made her feel safer than anywhere in the world. The chocolate brown eyes that made her insides feel like goo..

Thinking about Stiles made her eyes water a bit. She had given up hope of any romantic relationship since he began dating Malia and she knew her chance was past. But just thinking about him made her heart ache with loneliness and fear. She knew that she was here for a reason. Valack had made it clear he had plans for her; she just didn't know what they were. Whatever pain he caused her physically could never match the pain she felt knowing that Stiles heart belonged to someone else. Her only hope was that she would die quickly and that Stiles and Scott wouldn't try to save her. She wasn't worth saving.

"Hello Lydia." Valack was back.