A/N: So, originally this was a poem I cooked up...I don't know, twenty minutes ago. And then I figured, hey, I worked hard; why not make it a one-shot and post it? So I did. Not my usual quality. Ta-da.
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Lydia has never been scared of water
She wasn't scared of anything, really. Except maybe dead people coming back to haunt her, hallucinations, her hair falling out, murderers, blood and crazy people (which is really hypocritical of her, isn't it?)
Nope; Lydia wasn't scared of water. But she was scared of drowning.
There's so many things to drown in, and people just don't realize it.
She feels like Stiles does though.
His eyes...(why has she never noticed them before? No one has eyes that look like they're made of molten gold.) He just has this look. Like he's drowned before. And she heard somewhere —somewhere she can't remember— that he used to get panic attacks. Because his mom died (and why had she never known this?).
And he saw the counselor —the annoying French-speaking Canadian with no idea what she's talking about. Lydia asked the (she refused to call her her counselor) counselor later, what they'd talked about. And the annoying brat that she was, asked why Lydia cared (up until now she'd never cared about anyone but herself).
Honestly, she had no idea. So perfectly put-together, composed Lydia fumbled for the right words. She finally ended up saying "Because he's my friend", which wasn't exactly true and the wordS tasted sour in her mouth, anyway. And suddenly she remembered telling this counselor that she trusted her friends inexplicably, that she could tell them anything (even that she thought she was crazy; which was such a lie because she only told Stiles and then he left her crying in her car). It was a stupid lie, anyway, since they kept secrets from her all the time.
So the counselor finally said. "I keep my sessions in confidence, you know that Lydia." Of course she did, because the counselor tried to use it to get her to talk all the time.
And Lydia was sick of talking to this chick —who was obviously the crazy one here— so shetot up (even though it was the middle of her session, and she wasn't supposed to leave for another half hour —but since when did Lydia follow rules she didn't like?)
"Wait," Frenchie said —maybe she finally realized she could get fired for having potentially crazy clients leaving. "I did tell him one thing." Then Frenchie looked up and caught her gaze, and Lydia really wanted to look away, to justtoss her hair and sway off like she always used to. But she was trapped. Like a deer on a wolf's radar (where'd she find that ridiculous analogy, anyway?)
"'If you're going through hell, keep on going.'"
Lydia's a little surprised that she said that to Stiles (she thought he was done drowning, that he'd climbed back on a boat. But it seemed that he was still in the water, clutching a lifeline and waiting for the storm to pass.)
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She hacked the security system. And it wasn't hard since the tech guys took what they could get, and one wink and seductive word made them fall all over each other for her. So Lydia watched Frenchie talk to Stiles? And she realized he was still waiting, still caught in a storm (one she only knew dream-like pieces of). She liked the part about the drowning, though; the reflex. Especially since it seemed to some up her life right now. (Because really she was just waiting for the reflex to kick in. Waiting to fall completely.) And that hell thing Frenchie talked about. Yeah, she was drowning.
Drowning on her own while the storm raged on.
And she was just waiting. Waiting for the storm to pass, and someone to pass it with.
Waiting for someone to throw her a lifeline.