Some scenes of the story will be similar to actual scenes in the show, others will be completely original. Note that some characters and scenes will be slightly altered to fit the story. This will follow the lives of all of the characters and will be separated by seasons. This first chapter is present day Lydia reflecting on her life. The rest of the story up until we get back to this moment will be a flashback. Please keep an open mind and give feedback. I write the story by seasons so I am open to suggestions.

End of Season Five.

Stephen Hawking once said "The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people."

Perhaps that was what Lydia Nicole Rose Martin was.

Smart and crazy.

With an IQ of 173, valedictorian, president of science club, math club, history club, student council, and national honors society, a full ride to every ivy league school, a current goal of becoming an anesthesiologist, a perfect ACT score, and a CNA at the local hospital there was no doubt that Lydia was very smart.

They also thought she was crazy.

This was the girl that would religiously wash her hands, organize everything she could lay her eyes on, wake up in the middle of the woods lost next to a dead body, stayed up all night long trying to solve imaginary problems, spend two hours each morning cleaning her entire house, and was later entered into the Asylum by her mother.

The average person would call Lydia crazy. But then again to Lydia almost every average person was dumb.

Lydia knew she was smart. It was her favorite quality about herself even though she knew she had many exceptional qualities about her. She also knew she wasn't crazy. She used to care about what other people thought about her. Freshman year she cared if people thought she was crazy.

Now standing alone on the dark lacrosse field illuminated only by the bleacher lights in her homecoming dress looking back at the past four years of her new life she didn't care if people thought if she was crazy or not. Her friends- no family knew she wasn't crazy.

They knew she was special. They knew she was a banshee. They knew that she was always in control of her emotions. They knew that she wasn't crazy. Her packs opinion was the only opinion that mattered to her.

She had no real family left. Her old popular life had been ripped from her. The boy she loved was no longer in love with her. She was the talk of Beacon Hills.

This lacrosse field was where she lost her innocence four years ago. This was where everything changed. Now standing here alone at night four years later in a dress just like the last time she knew things had to be different again. She had to change and move on. She had to take control of her life again. She had to leave Beacon Hills and forget about werewolves, banshees, werecoyotes and every other creature she had encountered.

Lydia Martin was not crazy. She was smart. She was loyal. She was selfless.

But this time she had to be selfish. Scott, Kira, Malia, Stiles, and everyone else would have to wait.

For once Lydia had decided to put herself first and start over. She closed her eyes and pictured her new life as a pre-med student at MIT. No werewolves, banshees, and most importantly no Stiles. This was what she wanted.

"Lydia! Are you coming back inside? It's freezing out here!"

Lydia turned around at the sound of the voice. It was her favorite sound. Favorite and least favorite. It was heart breaking knowing that it was the last night with this boy. The boy she loved. Hearing his voice normally made her happy. Right now it was just bitter sweet.

"Yeah I'm coming. I'm just remembering." She said wrapping her arms around herself protecting herself from the cold evening breeze.

The figure walking towards her suddenly came into view and she could see his tall lanky figure walking towards her. His cheeks were flushed from dancing and his hair was a mess as always.

Stiles Stilinski her brave protector and best friend gave her a crooked goofy smile and slipped off his suit jacket draping it around her bare arms.

"What are you remembering?" Stiles said looking into Lydias eyes.

"This was where it became all too real for me. I mean I knew about all of these supernatural happenings a while before Peter but this was where it all became personal." Lydia said with a small sigh wrapping his jacket around her arms breathing in his scent that she knew all too well.

Stiles was silent looking at his best friend.

"Lydia that's all in the past. I know these past years have probably been harder on you than anyone else but it's gonna get better. You have Malia your best girlfriend, you're probably going to Harvard to major in brain surgery-"

"Brain surgery isn't a major genius." Lydia said interrupting him with a smile and a shove with her shoulder.

"Whatever, you're gonna be a rocket scientist or something, you're gonna be really successful. You're always successful. These past few years haven't exactly gone according to plan but you're Lydia Martin. You always have a backup plan. And then you have a backup plan for the backup plan. And then a backup plan for the backup plan for the backup plan. And then-"

"Stiles not even I'm following you." She interrupted again tilting her head and scrunching her nose up at him.

He gave her another one of his goofy smiles.

"You know what I mean. You're gonna figure something out. You always do. And the pack is gonna be right behind you as always. We're always gonna be here. You've always had our back and we will always have yours. Now come on. There's a homecoming dance going on in that gym and I'm pretty sure they're playing that one Apple Bottom Jeans song right now and you know that my jam so come on!"

He grabbed her hand like always and she held on just as tight. Even though his large hands were her home, even though Stiles was her hand to hold, she knew that she would soon let his hand go. But not right now. Right now she was going to enjoy one last dance with the boy she loved. The only one to notice there was something wrong with her, the only one who would ever listen, the one who was always there for her, the one who she guarded with her life, the other half of brains of the pack, her goofball, her partner in crime, her protector, her family, her hand to hold…

Her Stiles.