This is set in the 1920's after the war, Lydia and Stiles are on a train. The prompt is a long cross-country train ride.


Stiles was watching the strawberry blonde woman with interest. It was unusual for women to travel alone even in 1928, the Great War may have ended but women still wouldn't travel alone. Stiles' eyes roamed over the young woman. Her green eyes quickly darting across the page of book she was reading, her hair in short curls brushing her delicately curved jaw. She was wearing a kind of rose pink that brought out blush in her cheeks. Her blouse was a floral pattern with the same pink and green spread throughout, she looked like-

"Do I have something on my face?"

Stiles revelry was interrupted by her concise voice.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Stiles stammered, sitting up straight, his hand flying instinctively to his tie.

"You've been staring at me for the past 10 minutes and it's rather disconcerting." She told him, snapping her book shut at the end of her sentence.

"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't been to make you uncomfortable." His eyes flicked up to meet hers. They watched his every move, as if studying him, measuring him. "It's just unusual for a young lady, like yourself, to be travelling alone." He paused, her eyes were still piercing him as if waiting for a better explanation. "Especially on such a long journey." He added. She sighed and placed her book back into her over sized handbag.

"Lydia Martin." She said offering a green-gloved hand.

"Stiles Stilinski" He replied taking her hand and shaking her hand gently.

There was a dull silence as Lydia stared out the window and Stiles attempted to think of something to say. "Are you travelling all the way to San Francisco?" Stiles asked suddenly all too aware of his limbs and how to place them.

"Yes, I'm staying with my old friend, Allison and her father. How about yourself ?"

"Yes, I'm returning home actually." He said, smiling at her interest in him. "And please call me Stiles, everyone does." A small smile spread across Lydia's face as she asked where he was from, using his name like punctuation at the end of her question.

"A small town called Beacon Hills. My father is actually the sheriff there and I'm considering working there myself." Stiles ran his hands down his legs to rest them on his knees as he lent forward.

"My friend Allison lives in Beacon Hills." Lydia informed him. "I would love some coffee and perhaps some biscuits." Lydia said standing up. Stiles stared at her with his mouth open as she walked to the compartment door. She paused and turned to face him.

"Well?" she asked, her head tilting to the side "Aren't you coming? We have a long trip and I'd love to get to know you." She grinned and Stiles stood to follow her to the dining cart, Beacon Hills and wherever she would lead him.


I've started an AU challenge on my tumblr. I'll try and up date twice a week. Please review and let me know what you think! Sorry if the characters are a little off, I haven't written them before.