Lydia wants some answers and she's going to get it.
So I have been wanting to write this for a while. But I couldn't figure out how to do it. But I finally figured it out. This series will be about both the Hale/McCall pack and the Volkov pack. It will have snippets from their lives at different points throughout the Undisclosed Desires (Some Kind Of Madness on ArchiveofOurOwn) story. Every single snippet will be when Stiles isn't there in the scene or area. It starts from some time during the first couple of chapters of SKOM.
Unbeta'd because I want this to be a surprise for her also!
Lydia checked the time on her cell once more before nodding her head to herself and giving Jackson a slight flicker of her fingers to acknowledge him. She had business to do and she didn't need or really want the bodyguard attempt that her boyfriend was forcing upon her. She loved the boy but didn't care much for his backwards idea of protection. She could kill a man with just a whisper; no one in their pack could do that. She was tempted to twist her lips in displeasure but she had a mask to maintain.
For the past week and a half, four weeks since Stiles had been shipped off to god only knew where (the cryptic ass wasn't telling anyone), Lydia had been trying to corner Deaton. She had tried bringing in Prada. She had tried waiting in her car all night long. She had even tried calling the veterinarian yet to no avail could she get him to stay one place. It was as if he knew what she had in mind and was inclined to stop her from her mission, which was stupid. Lydia Martin got what she wanted; hot not a fully idiot boyfriend that was devoted to her, the best friend you could ask for, and top marks in all her classes.
The sudden banshee powers that had appeared were, granted, a surprise but still something she could handle. What she couldn't stand other than idiots was someone actually trying to stop her.
Lydia didn't have the penitence or time to play his games anymore. She wasn't going to give the man any chance to escape her this time.
She walked through the door slowly so that she had time to whistle the bell over the door to silence using her banshee powers. It was really interesting the abilities she had that after further investigation (looking to places and people that were not here in the vet clinic) she had found she could use. She pulled the copy of the key that she had gotten from Boyd, curtsey of both Isaac and Erica's skills at delinquency, and made sure to lock the door and flip the sign before walking towards the back of the clinic. She let her heels click particularly hard in order to let Deaton know she was coming.
She found him in his office about to get up; he was trapped between his desk and the wall. It was perfect.
"Miss Martin, what do I owe the sudden and secretive visit to?" Deaton inquired sitting down slowly as if he had all the time in the world.
Lydia stared at him a beat without replying. She let him stew in silence, not unlike the silence he sometimes put over them when they needed real answers. "I want every and all books you have about necromancy, now."
Deaton instead of actually rising and getting the requested books stayed where he was and just eyed her for a few moments; calm as a predator.
"There's no reason for you to act like this at all. I've already agreed to teach you, and up until now you've seem to be alright with this."
"The key word would be seem. I don't have time for your lies-"
"I have not lied to yo-"
"Shut up!" Lydia shouted with a barely contained banshee howl added into the mix. She squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath in to ignore the outside world. She was the one in charge of this conversation and she wasn't about to let Deaton control it at all. "You have lied to us, either by omission, out right, or even by giving us cryptic messages that lead us nowhere but back to you."
Deaton sighed as if he was the long suffering one. As if he was being forced to deal with someone who was being completely unreasonable. "Have you ever considered the fact that maybe you've been alive all this time because of the advice I've given you?"
Lydia raised eyebrows in a move that was very much similar to what Derek did when he judged Stiles. "All I've seen come from your 'help' is what does Stiles call it, oh why yes bullshit."
For a second an emotion other than calm crossed through his eyes nearly too fast for her to pick it up. But Lydia was not the queen of not only her high school but also the damn town only for her looks. Her brain and her ability to pick people apart had made her able to navigate the world around her. She wasn't about to let this man who she had over the years grown to trust less and less. Before this summer she was content to let her feelings remain in the background of her life. But that was before Deaton had crossed her for the last time.
"You're going to give me every and all the books you have about necromancy and banshees. You're not going to even consider leaving out one book." she commanded looking away from him and looking toward her perfectly done nails. When he had still not moved away from his position behind the desk she looked across at him and frowned.
"What you seem to forget Lydia is that I am an adult. I don't have to do anything you command. You're not the alpha of the pack either." he argued leaning back against his chair satisfied he had won.
"You're absolutely correct, I'm not the alpha at all. I'm the banshee. I'm the banshee who is dating a former Kamina werewolf. A werewolf who will be perfectly willing to kill the person I say is harming me. Why he loves me so much he wouldn't mind killing someone just because I said they need to die. I'm also the same banshee who has learned, no thanks to you, how to call over long distances and through walls, including the back door that you keep open for dear old Scott. I am a genius. Don't even think you can refuse me."
Deaton blinked for a moment before finally getting up and walking away from his desk to the surrounding shelves in his room and walking into his secret from the the main community room. He came back each time bringing more and more books back with him that he piled onto the table. It seemed as if he was going to end up giving her a couple of shelves worth of knowledge.
Lydia remained standing for the whole time overseeing what he was doing and counting all of the books that he was piling up. When she had started her 'training' with Deaton alongside Stiles she had been told he only had about three books that could actually tell her anything about her powers. Stiles hadn't believed him at all and told her that he was going to look up as much as he could alone. The book had finally come about a month ago and it was everything that lessons with Deaton weren't; they were informative and helpful and heavens above and hell below it was easier to understand the mix of languages there then it was understanding the simple 'english' of the vet.
"Are you that upset that I will not allow you to kill Peter?" Deaton asked breaking the silence that had fallen around them. He was still piling books on the table, it looked as if there were twenty at least.
"No I'm actually not angry at you for that ban-"
"Then why are you acting so disrespectful? I know you're packmates with Stiles but there is no need to suddenly adopt his current personality when dealing with me. You used to roll your eyes around him."
Lydia bit her lip slightly thinking about her past self and Stiles. She had still thought of him as a sorta annoying friend back then. She had still been a fool back then. But things had changed in two years; they had fought each other, for each other, and through it all had become friends. They were something that was more than mere simple friendship. Lydia knew in her heart and mind that if anyone tried to take Stiles away from her she would kill them. The comfort was knowing he would do the same.
"You want to know what upset me? You want to know what has made me contemplate sending Chris on you? You mean other than the fact that you're willing to try to stop me from killing the man who killed Laura, you remember her don't you? The daughter to the alpha you were suppose to be an emissary for but let's be frank the only emissary you work for is for yourself-"
"Now that's completely-"
Lydia only raised her voice louder ignoring his interruption. "You mean other than wanting revenge against the man who forced Scott to become something he didn't want to be? Other than wanting to kill the man who assaulted my mind and preyed upon me as if I was something he could use and throw away when he was done? You mean what other reason do I have to be angry against you other than your protection of a known manipulating murderer who if he could, would kill us all to gain power? You mean other than that?
I never considered it until now but you sent him away on purpose."
Deaton stopped moving and looked at her with cautionary eyes. "I'm not sure who you're talking about."
Lydia scoffed rolling her whole head along with her eyes in a way too similar to what Derek did from time to time. "Play dumb all you want but the fact remains, I know you sent Stiles away. The question is why."
Deaton sighed again before taking a seat behind his desk and folding his hands together. He looked away from Lydia to stare at a picture on his desk that seemed more abstract than anything. "Mr. Stilinski requires training while I teach you. There's nothing amazing about that, I'm a man who is only trying to teach two students who deserve to have the full attention of their teacher."
"You're afraid of him."
"I'm not afraid of the ability that Stiles possess. I'm only unsure about his limits."
"How many books do you have about what he is?" Lydia countered.
"I don't-" Deaton stopped himself from going on looking up at the teenager in contemplation. She had manoeuvred him well.
"You don't know what Stiles is. You sent him away because you're afraid of what you don't know and because you know Stiles won't let you control him. You sent Stiles away for two months. You sent my bestfriend away to god knows where-"
"I sent him to a secure location-"
"A location you refuse to share with anyone, not even the Sheriff. You threw him away because you can't control him. And you're still wondering what upset me?"
Deaton only looked back at her without a sign of regret for his actions. Lydia suddenly remembered a moment four months ago when Stiles had compared Deaton to the Dumbledore of independent and strong Harry Potter fanfiction. Hell they had gotten into an argument that at the end of the day had settled into and understanding that like the wizard, Deaton thought the ends justified the means.
Lydia bit her lip again in annoyance and anger. She had hoped that she had been wrong about the veterinarian but it seemed that she wasn't at all. There was no way she was going to get any information from him. He thought in his mind of lies and hidden truths that he was doing a good thing. That there was a benefit to hiding away a pack member. Nevermind the fact that for the past week Lydia was plagued with half formed screams that haunted her in the voice of her friend. Never mind that every time she thought she heard his shouts of pain she couldn't pinpoint if they were from her powers or her worst dreams.
Something was wrong. Something was wrong with her best friend, her packmate, her partner in science and crime. Stiles was in danger and there no way she could help him other than to learn all she could about her emerging powers and fast.
If Stiles was in danger, he was going to need all the help he could get even if he didn't know there was any help coming.
Lydia frowned at Deaton once before releasing a soft whistle that only Jackson could hear calling him to come to her but not in a hurry. She had perfected the ability of letting only certain people hear her calls no thanks again to Deaton but rather another book. It took less than two minutes for Jackson to come through the office. Lydia slanted a sideways look at him which Jackson chose to ignore in favor of picking up the books he saw on the desk. Lydia chose not to comment on the fact that she knew he most likely had been waiting outside the backdoor even though he had said he would wait in the car. She had more important things to consider.
Stiles was in danger somewhere, somehow and was very much at risk of dying.
Stiles was in danger and she couldn't guarantee he would live through it.
Lydia had a lot of books to read, she had plans to form, and not enough time to do them.
If Stiles was going to die, Lydia was going to bring him back from the dead.
If she could bring back the first man she ever wanted to kill with claws and fangs then she could god damn bring back someone she was willing to kill for.
Ready plans made for perfectly bloody hands.
Tell me what ya'll think okay?! I love comments and critiques!
And YES I am working on the next chapters. As a matter of fact I have already sent them off to my beta so it's coming soon, I assure you.