There are not enough Scydia fics on the internet. I was up at 3am unable to sleep and decided to do a bunch of drabbles which will eventually hook up this magnificent ship. So I present to you part 1/10 of my Scydia drabbles written at 3am.

Lydia watches the way he peppers kisses on Kira's cheeks and suddenly her throat is dry. The books in her arms feel heavier than they normally do. No. That's not it, she thinks. Her government book alone feels like a dozen stacked bricks. She leans on her right leg. Of course the universe would make her next class right in front of where the two new lovebirds were lip-locked.

A guy walks by them and whistles. Scott and Kira smile before lightly bumping foreheads.

Whatever, she tells herself finally willing her legs to move. It's none of my business. Weren't you just telling her he was into her? Isn't that what you always do, Lydia?

Scott notices her. She gives her best smile before turning her back to him. She can be late today.

Truthfully, it's getting harder not to notice them. When they are in class, it's a subtle (not really) look back. At lunch, it's entwined fingers hidden (poorly) under the table. Even at the animal clinic when the pack is surrounding something utterly disgusting, Scott can't help but gravitate towards Kira, and her body can't help but latch onto his. Blood and guts splattered across an operating table most compliment that spark, I guess.

It shouldn't bother her, but it does. Nobody else seems to notice. Or maybe they don't care. Why do you care?

"Lydia?"

She peers up from the notes she's been starring at to meet two brown eyes. He's worried, she thinks. She doesn't understand why she feels guilty. She lifts an eyebrow.

"Everything okay?" Scott asks.

"Fine."

"You sure?"

He won't let it go will he? "Yeah." Her eyes drop down to the notepad. "I'm concentrating. I'm trying to figure out how you used the wrong formula and still got the answer."

Scott pushes his hand through his hair. "I guessed it."

Lydia smirks. "Maybe you deserve the title of psychic."

His phone buzzes and like magic, the worried expression vanishes. So does her smile. The eager way he taps at the screen is plenty reason to roll her eyes. It's Kira. Even when Scott asks her to help him, he can't go more than five minutes without talking to Kira. It's like I'm not even here.

"Scott." She holds up his notebook. "I have to go."

"Already?"

He put his phone down on the bed. Screen first, she notices. Must not want me to see something.

Scott reaches for the notebook. Lydia ignores the way his finger brushes against hers. "I was hoping we could-"

"Sit around and watch you text your girlfriend?" Fuck. She regrets it as soon as she says it.

"Lydia?"

"Look." She grabs her bag from where she had set it at the side of his bed. "It's late. I still need to stop by the store to get Prada some things." What a stupid lie, she thinks pulling her the strap of her purse around her shoulder. "I have to be up early tomorrow. I wrote down some formulas in your notebook. Hopefully they'll help something click in that head of yours."

"Oh. Okay." He scratches the back of his neck. "Are you sure?"

Lydia's nose scrunches up as she gives him a smile. It makes her cheeks ache. Sure that I want to get the hell out of here? Yes, she thinks.

"Bye, Scott."

But before she can pass him he stretches out for her, and dammit, she stops. She stops and her eyes travel to where his hand is wrapped gently around her wrist.

"Scott?"

He sighs. "Can I at least walk you home?"

Lydia can feel her head wanting to give him a nod of approval. Her skin feels like it's on fire, and she doesn't want to pull away until-

His phone buzzes.

Lydia pulls her hand back. "You've got other things going on."

"Can I call you?" His hand drops slowly to his side. "Later, I mean. Not right now. Can I?"

"You don't need to worry about me." Lydia says putting some distance between them. "I'll be fine."

I always am.