Hello, hello! This is going to be a multichap fic about all of those times Stiles drags Lydia out of bed looking for the supernatural. I wanted to explore what could have possibly happened between the end of 5b and the start of 6a because they seem a lot closer. Keep a look out for updates soon!

If Lydia was being honest with herself, she kind of expected this to happen at least three weeks ago, so good for him for surpassing her expectations. She sighed heavily as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to her vanity. Quickly fixing her Dutch braid, she mumbled through the bobby pins protruding from her mouth, "And what is this supernatural occurrence that so desperately needs our attention at…almost two in the morning?"

"A loud ass boom and I think I may have heard someone laughing like a maniac," Stiles responded, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed across his chest. "It definitely requires some looking into…like right now. So please hurry up, Lydia!"

She shot him a glare from her reflection in the mirror before making her way to her closet to find a coat. "I'm sorry, but what about this situation makes you think that I can figure it out? Also, you shouldn't even be hearing weird noises in the woods because you should be at home. Asleep!"

"And we both know that I have insomnia and can only sleep like 5 hours max on a good day." He grabbed the left arm of her coat and held it out to her to make it easier for her to slip on. "Now let's go before the person leaves!"

Putting on flats, Lydia followed him towards the front door. She recoiled slightly when she felt the cold air seeping in through the glass door. "Your car better be warm," she grumbled, walking past him. "And there better be something out there in the woods or I will literally kill you, Stiles Stilinski."

"See, based off the look on your face right now, I would totally believe you," Stiles quipped back, lopsided grin present on his face. "But I know that you know that you can't live without me."

Lydia merely sniffed and buried herself deeper into the high neck of her coat, sending him another glare in the process. Her eyes flicked from staring at the dark roads in front of her and watching as Stiles beat a steady rhythm into the steering wheel. Relaxing as he began to hum, she angled her body towards him and said, "You never told me why I'm the lucky winner who gets to chase after nothing in the middle of the night with you."

Stiles guiltily looked her way, noticing how the circles beneath her eyes were darkening. "Well, I couldn't wake up good ol' alpha Scotty. And I mean that literally. I tried calling him at least ten times."

"Good try, but I know that's not the reason," Lydia raised her eyebrows up at him. "You have a spare key for literally every important building in Beacon Hills. If you wanted to wake Scott up, you could've just barged into his room."

Stiles grinned, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. "You're right, you're right. To be honest, I just wanted to spend some time with you," he quipped back, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Lydia smacked his arm as she rolled her eyes. "Ah, yes. How could I underestimate how romantic traipsing through dark forests at three in the morning can be?"

Stiles slowed down and put the jeep in park on the side of the road. Quickly turning towards her, he said, "Well, you're about to find out." He slid out of the car, knocking his head on the frame in the process.

Lydia also slid out of the car, trying not to dwell on Stiles' hand resting on her back in an effort to steady her. "Okay, so where are we going?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, knocking his arm into her shoulder. "I was expecting you to tell me. The supernatural is kind of your expertise, not mine."

"No, my expertise is death, and I don't sense any around here."

"Well, c'mon," He grabbed her hand in both of his. "Shit, Lyds, you're freezing."

"I wonder why," Lydia replied sarcastically. "It can't be because it's the middle of January now, can it?"

"Well, let's go do our job so that you can get back in Roscoe before your fingers fall off."

They trudged through piles of soggy leaves, Stiles whipping his head in every direction in search for anything out of the ordinary. Lydia sighed and tightened her grip on Stiles fingers.

Feeling her toes start to freeze in her cute maroon flats, Lydia lightly pulled on Stiles hand and said, "I don't think there's anything in here, Stiles. I haven't sensed a thing since we first got here, and I would have by now."

Pursing his lips in frustration, Stiles let out a sigh and turned towards her. "You're right. Let's go back."

Stiles was uncharacteristically quiet the entire way back to the jeep and the drive back to Lydia's house. He pulled into her driveway, a frown pulling at his lips. Letting out a deep breath through his nose, he turned to look at her, regret and guilt reflected in his eyes. "Lydia, I'm sorry I pulled you out of bed for nothing."

Eyebrows drawing together in concern, she placed a hand on his, stopping the nervous beating of his steering wheel. "Stiles, it's alright. I trust that you heard something. If there's anything I've learned from the months of fighting scary shit with you, it's that your instincts are always right. I'm sure there was something out there." She smiled cheekily at him, peering up at him from under her eyelashes. "I guess next time I can't take so long getting ready."

Stiles eyes softened, his lips quirking up briefly. "Thanks, Lyds." He opened his palm towards her and wrapped his fingers around hers. "Now, go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."

Slipping her fingers from his grasp, Lydia opened the passenger door and looked over her shoulder at Stiles. "You mean, see you in three hours," she laughed, slipping out of the car and closing the door. Running up to her front door, she placed her key in the lock and quietly made her way inside. Placing her shoes in the hall, she watched from the window as Roscoe's headlights disappeared.