Okay, so I got the idea for this fic after watching episode 13 of season 3 I think. It just came out of nowhere and I knew I just had to write this! Besides, I haven't written anything in a long time, so hey I'm back! Also I started watching Teen Wolf about a month ago (I'm finishing season 5 now) and this is my first Stydia fic. I hope you like it, guys!

Here we go...

Lydia Martin was not the girl to worry about a guy so much. Why would she? Guys could perfectly take care of themselves. But then there was the supernatural and all the things that have been happening to her and her friends, and not good things by the way. And there was Stiles who could get himself into trouble a lot, especially lately. Especially since she started caring about him, a lot. Especially after that terrible day when the three of them had to die so they could save their parents. It affected all three of them alright but it was Stiles who worried her most. He started acting weird and she knew he'd been having the dreams and she couldn't deny that every day he'd been getting only worse and not better. Every day she hoped that when she saw him in the morning he would be better, if not today then maybe tomorrow but Stiles just didn't get better and Lydia couldn't figure out why seeing him go through that made her sick to the stomach.

Lydia decided that enough was enough and someone needed to really do something about it and if no one else was there to volunteer then it just would have to be her. So that's why she was standing on Stiles' porch early in the morning, six am to be precise. She couldn't sleep all night thinking about him, imagining what might happen to him if no one did anything, just kept tossing and turning all night unable to sleep and in the end decided to come to his house earlier.

When Lydia knocked on the door lightly it opened right away, which made her surprised, but it was just Stiles' dad leaving for the sheriff station early. He did look surprised when he saw her at his house so early but was evidently in a hurry and didn't comment on her coming so early, just told her to come in before he walked down the few steps and went to the car.

She went inside and closed the door. The house was very quiet. She figured Stiles must be still sleeping, which wasn't unusual at all since it was still very early to get up for school, obviously. She started worrying that she came to see him way too early before remembering why she had to do that. So she got upstairs and headed for his room trying not to make a sound with her footsteps.

Lydia opened the bedroom door and got inside, silently apologizing to Stiles for being so intrusive but she had a good reason.

Worry filled her chest when she looked up at the bed where he was lying tossing in his sleep, sweat all over his face, his breathing unsteady. He was obviously having nightmare after nightmare again.

Quickly without thinking she crossed the short space between the door and the bed and sitting down started to shake him awake.

"Stiles, wake up! Wake up, Stiles! It's just a dream! You need to wake up!" she said to him, urgency in her voice as she tried to get him to open his eyes gripping his T-shirt and shaking him really hard but it had no effect as Stiles was still lying unconscious in front of her.

"Stiles! Wake up NOW!" Lydia screamed as panic began to slowly creep in. Her hands started shaking as she looked down at him lying completely unswayed as she shook him really hard and she knew any person under normal circumstances would already be awake by now. She immediately realized something was not right, she just had that awful feeling deep inside.

"Stiles, please! You need to wake up now! Please!" she screamed as tears started streaming down her face and falling right on Stiles.

She put her hand on his cheek and started stroking it and begging him to wake up, to open his eyes, to snap out of it right then but to no avail. Stiles was still not waking up and that got her really scared.

"Stiles?" she said in a wobbly voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Lydia realized she needed help asap. She needed him to finally wake up and she couldn't get him to do it on her own. Her hands shaking, she took out her phone and called Scott's number.

It took Scott no more than ten minutes to get there. While she waited, she sat on her knees in front of Stiles' face and just looked at him.

"This isn't right. This is SO wrong, Stiles. You scare the hell out of me, seriously" she said to him even though he was out of it.

Soon the door opened and Scott came in.

"What is it?" he asked, worry all over his face when he saw a very pale Stiles lying in his bed and a very scared Lydia sitting very close and holding his hand.

"He is not waking up. I mean not waking up at all and I've been shaking him real hard and trying to wake him up for a good half hour, Scott! Something is not right! Why isn't he waking up?" Lydia started talking really fast, worry and fear written all over her face, tears still in her eyes, her shaky hand holding his best friend's hand.

Lydia's words really got him worried too and that was the only reason why he didn't ask what Lydia was doing in his best friend's bedroom so early in the morning.

Lydia continued mumbling worriedly: "Scott, do you know why he's still sleeping? I mean ANY person would be awake now! Scott, what are we gonna do? I need him to wake up!"

Lydia was in quite a state. Tear strains on her face, no make-up, which never ever happened, her eyes on Stiles almost all the time. She had it bad, Scott thought. But the girl was right. His best friend needed help and while he himself had no idea why he wasn't able to wake up, he knew someone who might help. Maybe. He just had to hope.

At first Lydia didn't know why she totally freaked out like that. Bad things happened to those close to her all the time now and she got worried about her friends alright but never that much, so why this was different? Why did it get to her in such a way?

She knew she cared about Stiles, he was her friend, actually one of her best friends, she was used to seeing him every single day… She saw him every day… and the days when she didn't she was inexplicably in a bad mood, like something was missing… Someone was missing.

Suddenly, she remembered a conversation she once had with Allison at the time when she was secretly meeting Scott because her parents didn't allow her to see him.

"Just for one second please try and remember… remember what it feels like… All of those times in school when you see him standing in the hall and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you… Don't you remember what it's like?"

Back then she remembered what her answer was: "No".

"What do you mean no? You've had boyfriends" Allison sounded surprised.

"Not like that"

Not like that… Not like that… Not until Stiles.

The realization fell on her like a bomb. Her chest suddenly got tight and she felt as if all the air was taken away from her by the still sleeping Stiles and she just couldn't breathe only grasp for air.

She was in love with him. She was in love with Stiles.

She could hardly last a day without having to see him, she needed him on her good days and her bad days, he was her rock when everything around her seemed to fall apart, he was the first person she called when something happened, she thought about him when she woke in the morning as well as when she fell asleep at night he was her last thought; during the day in class she mostly thought of him too without even realizing it, especially when he was sitting just behind her it was hard not to and it simply gave her comfort and made her seriously happy because he was so close that she only had to turn around and there he was smiling widely at her; he was her tether and she was his, she knew that she bore a deep emotional connection to him deep in her heart even before Deaden mentioned it, she just felt it, no matter how she tried to deny it she just knew; something always pulled her even closer to him when he was already by her side, it was like she just had to shift closer and closer to him and mostly she didn't even realize it until she already moved to a dangerously close distance and their bodies touched, which gave her chills and made her content at the same time. How didn't she notice that he's become her whole world, her everything? Why has she realized all that only now when he was in serious danger? How could she have been so blind?

She couldn't lose Stiles, she just couldn't.

"Nooooo!" she screamed out and only then realized she had ragged breath and they were already at the animal shelter. Deaden and Scott were standing in front of her with concerned looks on both their faces and she was obviously on her knees on the floor.

"Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? I can't… I can't lose him" she whimpered. Breathing became really hard, she must be having a panic attack just like Stiles did when they first kissed. If only he could kiss her now… If he kissed her now it would stop the panic attack and she would be instantly alright but Stiles wasn't currently available because he was still in his dream state. She just wanted Stiles…

She felt two pair of strong hands lift her up from the floor as she continued weeping miserably. She was completely falling apart. Who would think Stiles could do such things to her?

"Lydia!" she heard someone speak very loudly. "Lydia! You need to calm down, NOW!"

That must have helped a bit because Lydia stopped crying and looked up at the two men standing beside her.

"Stiles needs you. So right now you don't have the right to fall apart. You need to collect yourself and be strong for him. Can you do that?" Scott spoke to her, his voice loud and deadly serious, looking Lydia right in the eyes.

She could do it, she thought. If that's what he needs, she's gonna be all those things. She'll be strong and bring him back. She will do anything for Stiles, no matter what.

"Yes. I can do that" she replied, much calmer now, taking great effort to bring her breathing back to normal. Scott's words really had an effect on her. She can do it. She needs to think about Stiles and bringing him back right now because what would she do if she lost him? Lydia was scared even to think about that.

"Good. Now listen to what Deaden has to say"

They looked at Deaden who wore a serious expression on his face. It must be bad, she thought. Dread came over her and her heart almost stopped beating.

Finally the man started talking.

"Stiles seems to be lost in the state of dreaming and he can't snap out of it, he can't wake up because most of the time he doesn't even know he's still dreaming. And it seems that he has locked on that state, that's why Lydia wasn't able to wake him up. Moreover, staying like that for too long is very very bad. If we don't pull him out soon he might never wake up"

Never wake up? Never wake up? Those words rang out in her head and scared the hell out of Lydia. Never in her life was she so terrified.

"What can we do?" holding her breath, Lydia looked at Deaden and asked impatiently with fear in her voice.

"There is one thing that can be done" the wise man said. "But I won't hide the fact that it's extremely dangerous"

"It doesn't matter" Scott said dismissively, as if danger meant nothing to him.

"Someone needs to get into his subconsciousness, more precisely into his dream state and pull him out. I just can't see any other way, I'm sorry. But there is only one person who can do it though"

Scott was about to agree thinking it must be him because who else it might be when he saw Deaden's eyes were actually on Lydia who also had a knowing and determined look on her face. What the hell was going on with that girl?

Deaden continued:

"That person has got to have a deep emotional connection to Stiles in order to be able to pull him back. That person…"

"… is his tether" Lydia finished the sentence before Deaden did.

"Yes"

"I'll do it no problem" she said confidently, with determination on her face that Scott has never seen before.

"Lydia, I just want you to know what you'll be risking. If you're not strong enough, you might not wake up as well" Deaden said in a serious tone.

Why would he think she would ever hesitate? It's Stiles they were talking about, thought Lydia.

"I said I'll do it" repeated Lydia firmly, louder now. Didn't he understand? The risks didn't matter when it came to saving Stiles. "I'll do anything. Anything" she added.

She would just have to be strong enough for the two of them. Because she loved him and his life depended on her now. She would never let him down.

I really hope you liked reading this, guys! I'll post the nest chapter soon! xxx