A/N: Hello everyone!
Here's a two-shot about Stydia.
Hope you all like it.
This is kinda has event from many episodes of season 6. So, Spoilers!
"He didn't leave anything behind."
Why? Why couldn't he had just left something, so that she can make everyone believe that he was real, that she was not making him up. She knew this wasn't her imagination playing tricks on her, this was not confirmation bias, this was real, he was real. And she had to find him.
Malia seem to think that there was no Stiles to begin with, and Scott, she knew he didn't want to give up, but he thought that searching for Stiles was a waste of their time, that they should focus on things those were present, and they knew without a doubt were real.
But she knew that so was he, he was as non-fictional as she was. She had a feeling that he would never give up on them, on her, and she was not ready to let him down by giving up on him. She just needed something, anything, to proof that he actually existed. Anything, even if it's as small as a speck of dust would work.
That night she went to bed, praying to God, that something turn up. People didn't just disappear, they always leave something behind, and she will find it. She will find whatever he'd left behind. And then she'll bring him back.
The next morning, when Lydia went to school, there was a strange old looking jeep parked in the school's lot. She didn't know why, but there was something about it. It was familiar for some reason. She was alone in the parking lot, she was suppose to be in the class, but there was something about the jeep that was pulling her in.
"Lydia!" Maila called our, bringing her out of the tance,"Let's go, you know I can't survive Maths alone." And with this the young coyote pulled her away from the jeep. But Lydia still kept looking towards it till it was out of sight.
It was finally the end of school day, and Lydia was going back home, where she planned on continuing her search for Stiles. Scott and Malia had decided that they weren't gonna look for Stiles, instead find a way to stop the Ghost riders, but she couldn't. She couldn't give up in him, not now, not ever.
"Stiles," She heard herself shouting and suddenly her surroundings changed, she was running through school hallway, at night, trying to find him.
"Lydia?" A voice asked,"You know me. Oh, thank God. You know me." He said and she felt a touch, like someone was holding her hands.
"I know you. But I think everybody else is forgetting." She told him, with fear filling her voice.
Suddenly the wind around them picks up and there are dry leaves everywhere.
"Hey, do you see him?" The invisible man asked.
"See what?" She questioned as she turned her head around.
"The guy on the horse."
"Stiles, if you can see them, they're gonna..." Her voice giving away the panic she felt,
"No, I know, I know. Okay. They're comin' for me. So you have to get away from me right now, okay?" Stiles said as he put his hands on her shoulder.
"I'm not leaving you!" She wasn't going to abandon him.
"All right, come on, come on!" And then the invisible force was pulling her with itself,"This way, this way, come on. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" They turned the other way, she couldn't see what she was running from, to the her streets looking normal, but she believed in him,"Okay, this way. Keep going." And they ran.
"Where are they?" She asked when they came to a stop.
"They're everywhere." He said and they were running towards the jeep, the same jeep she had seen in the school's lot,"Come on, come on, come on! Lydia, don't look at them, okay?" He told her,"Don't try to scream. They'll take you, too. Just do not look at them."
"I won't, I won't!" She promised. They reached the jeep and sat inside. She could see the invisible force jiggling the keys, and then he put them in, but then he didn't start, he just sat there,"What are you doing? We need to go!" She told him.
He took out the keys,"There's no time. Lydia, I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me."
"I won't. No, I won't. I won't." She could never forget him, no way, never.
"Lydia, you will. Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?" He asked,"Remember how you were the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year. Sophomore year? Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?"
"You saved my life too." She found herself saying. She felt the invisible man hold her hand and softly it with his thumb as he said,"Just remember... Remember I love you." And before she had a chance to say anything in return, she felt the hand in her being pulled away as the jee's door opened. When the door closed she was left there breathing heavily.
"Remember... Remember... Remember..."
"Remember, I remember!" She can out from her trance and she found that she was sitting inside his jeep. Stiles's jeep. This jeep was what he had left behind. The jeep was his relic. The jeep was a proof that he existed.