From a prompt on the old Teen Wolf Kink Meme on LJ, in which is basically about those who were left behind. In this case it is Team Preternatural actually and the fallout when Team Supernatural comes back.
Warning! This fiction may deal with topics of a certain nature; including but not limited to abuse, suicide, abandonment, etc. Nor was this fiction beta read at any point, it is raw and unedited. I do not own anything in this writing piece; everything is credited to its original creators nor do I claim ownership.
2013
Allison Argent was eighteen when her life fell apart, was nineteen when she found the strength to rebuild, was twenty three when the house of cards she build fell down around their feet.
Stiles Stilinski was seventeen when his life fell apart, eighteen when he became a shell of himself, was twenty two when he started to have hope in life until the cards told him differently.
Lydia Martin was seventeen when her life fell apart, was eighteen when she became the head of the family, was twenty two when she discovered how far she'd go for the only two people she loves needed her.
2019
Lydia Martin felt a shift in the town during her foray to do some necessary food shopping. She was standing between the fruit section when she felt a connection flare up inside her that she hadn't felt in years. And she quickly selected what she needed, hurrying to the self-checkout and paid for what she had, and bolted to her car. And at that moment, Lydia Martin was cursing her personal hounds of hell as she speed up the private property trail of the old Hale House.
It was rebuilt and given to her in the will of Peter Hale, who died when she was seventeen. It was now a gorgeous three story Victorian styled home, Allison likened it to looking like the house from that movie, Practical Magic. With gardens and gates of herbs and flowers to a spiral widows peak, with a large back patio. The roof tile matched the forest with green, browns, and gold with a white facade and ivy climbed up along the sides of the house. Pulling into the drive way, Lydia whistled and stepped out of the car.
She wasn't surprised to see Allison hurry out of the house, dressed in a long maxi style dress with multiple belts and her hair tossed up in a bun. "Help me bring the things into the house, we're about to have unwanted company" Lydia stated coldly, showing what she thought of the visitors.
"So, they are finally coming back? Why do they have to come back, we finally had gotten to the point where it is functional" Allison huffed out, marching into the house. They had spent the money received from the insurance of Peter bequeathed to Lydia, and their insurance respectively from Allison's father and Stiles's. It was Old World meeting the New World; the perfect combination of an English countryside home with Americana wealth.
"I don't know but I activated the wards on the house meaning that no one but us can enter from both garden gates until we give our permission" Lydia mentioned as they began to stock up the kitchen. "Yes, but they can still walk the premise and the property, we're gonna have to tell him" Allison murmured sadly and spun at hearing the familiar footsteps.
"Tell him what?" the voice came from the hallway and into the kitchen. Allison and Lydia gave him soft smiles, with eyes and emotions radiating sympathy. Stiles stepped fully into the kitchen; his tall figure was visibly as was his strong but lithe build. However the sadness that hung around him showed bags under his eyes and weariness that no one should have.
"That ... that" Allison stuttered out, and stared at the man in front of her; dressed in jeans and top looking like his old self again. "That you should be back in bed or else, I am going to take away your books. You're still recovering from helping out with Deaton." Lydia quickly replied, glaring at Allison. She tossed him a gatorade bottle and a bag of granola, shooing him back.
'Fine, fine you witch... I'll go back to sleep" Stiles whispered, and the red lines of his tattoo showing under the shirt as he moved his neck and turned around leaving the women back to what they were doing. Lydia made sure to hear his feet going up the stairs and activated the sound proofing the moment Stiles made his way into his bedroom.
The tension broke in the kitchen as Allison grabbed two tumblers and the bottle of Laphroig scotch from one of the cabinets and set up at the counter. After several years, the one thing they feared was returning; the Pack.
The two women argued quietly for three hours straight until they came to an agreement that neither of them truly wanted to have. Lydia was firm on the fact that they owed it to Stiles to have the chance to say whatever he wanted to the pack. Allison believed that it would set back Stiles too far and they'd lose him again, she didn't want to lose another person.
"I don't want to lose him as well but Allison, he out of all us deserves the right to speak his mind and clear the air. Yes, we got hurt and burned but for Stiles... it went deeper than that. it went to his core and..." Lydia said, her voice straining with emotion and swirling the scotch in her tumbler. "He'd fight for us to have the choice." At that point Allison relented her argument, drinking her own tumbler down to place it on the table.
"You're right, we'll tell him in the morning because right now, I need to finish up the last of the wards around the house and the gates. And you, you need to make sure we have enough of bane bullets and belladonna laced arrow tips if things go south" Lydia pointed out to the other woman in the kitchen, feeling arms slip around her waist tenderly.
A matching kiss to her cheek as well. "Fine but after that I want you in the bed for the entirety of the evening." Allison cheekily said and pulled away to do what was asked. As they both went off to take care of their own things, they were lost in their own little world.
A part of their past that they've been trying to overcome and could almost see the light at the end of the tunnel but than the unexpected road block reared its head. Six people who could ruin everything they worked for the past several years in just the span of a few days, Allison grabbed one of the knives she kept hidden in the small bird house on the ground and held it in her hand. It was stained with blood, her fathers blood and her own. And it was sharper than it should be. "Let us be protected from this" Allison whispered darkly to the night before stepping into the house and locking the doors behind her.
Looking up, she saw Lydia dressed in pajamas standing at the top of the stairs and the tattoos along her wrist glowing purple. "Come on, we have a lot to prepare for..." Lydia spoke softly and Allison went up and followed her to the bedroom. Lydia maneuvered herself to cradle Allison to her chest, lulling her to sleep.
Two cars pulled right behind the Welcome to Beacon Hills sign, just off the main road that lead into town. Those who stepped out looked older but didn't have signs of stress or have an air around them that people knew they saw something. The six people all got out of their cars and took in the air of their home; the one place they kept away from for far too long.
"Alright, we knew this was going to be weird. We've been gone for close to six years..." A females' voice broke the silence between the six of them and a bit of the tension disappeared.
"Let's think of the choices we have to contact someone... other than Deaton or Morrell, maybe you mother Scott?" Another deeper voice spoke who leaned in to the female's open side.
"To be honest Boyd, I don't know. I mean I wrote letters explaining why and only received two back. If we go to her... but she said that Lydia still lived in town" Scott replied and ran his fingers through his wildly messy hair.
"Apparently, her residence is the old Hale house. It was rebuilt and she gained ownership of it after his death" Scott continued and looked at the splash of emotion on his Alpha's face at the revelation. He knew it but it still painful to hear.
"I say we take the risk of going to Lydia. The worst that happens is she refuses to see us and we settle back down here and take time to regain our footing and build up what we lost. The best scenario is that she accepts" The fifth person in the circle finally spoke to his pack mates, Jackson explained in a calm tone.
He felt Derek's hand rest on his shoulder and waited before giving the final say. "It's settled than, we'll get a hotel room or two and head up to the house in the morning. And we'll start over again"
The six werewolves got back into their respective vehicles and pulled back on to the road and found a hotel just on the outside of the major part of the city. It took one credit card and two connected rooms for them to feel calmer than they have since they left. They were home.