Hi so I've never really made one of these before but I am a MAJOR Stydia shipper and Jeff Davis nor anyone else can change that. I don't hate Stalia, I just prefer Stydia. This takes place after the first episode of season 4, so there will probably be spoilers. Some feedback would be great, so I hope you enjoy! xx - Maddy P.S This is from Lydia's POV.

I can't believe it. I can't believe myself. It was 2 days prior to our journey to Mexico to save Derek... well the version of Derek we found. He was seveteen years old again, how is that possible? It honestly is the least of my worries right now. Scott will figure it out, he always does. As for me, not so much. Yes, I might have the ablity to sense death, or when death is coming, which I am still insecure of my ablities, but I can't even decide my feelings for someone. Stiles Stilinski. The boy that is such a hyperactive spaz, but yet is so intelligent and can solve anything that is thrown at him. The boy that has been in love with me since 3rd grade. The boy that would do anything for me but is now doing anything for someone else. How blind could I have been? Finally, someone who is willing to do anything to make me happy walks into my life, but I push them away. Jeez, Lydia. You've really out-done yourself with this one.

"Ally, you were right. I have feelings for the hyperactive brown haired, and brown eyed boy" I said looking at the picture of my bestfriend and I. I'd do anything to have her here with me. A tear rolled down my face. Suddenly, my phone started to ring.

Call from Stiles Stilinski.

What are the odds? Brushing away my tears and taking a deep breath I answered.

"Stiles."

"Hey, Lydia. Question."

"Um, okay, answer."

"I wouldn't have called you if it wasn't important, but something's wrong with Scott. This whole Derek thing has him going through the roof, and I don't want to face him alone ... and ... well I don't think I should bring Malia." Thank God. No heartless coyete attitude.

"Yeah, okay. Meet me at my house in 12 minutes and we'll drive over there together?"

"Sounds good."

I hung up the phone, and packed some extra clothes knowing that tonight was going to be a long night.

The conversation in the car was pretty basic. Stiles updated me on the whole Derek situation. Peter took Derek to try and help him with what's going on to give Scott a break but, he knows something else is going on with Scott. Minutes later, we arrived to Scott's house and knocked on the door. Scott's mom greeted us at the door.

"Hi guys. I have to warn you, he's a little emotional but I'm sure you guys can help. Come on in." We walked upstairs to his room, and Stiles but his hand on my shoulder as we walked in. I loved when he did that. He would just do it randomly, and although it proably didn't mean anything to him, it made me feel comforted.

"Scott, buddy? It's me and Lyds. You alright?" Stiles said as we entered the room. Scott was in the courner of his room holding a box.

"I miss her. I need her. Why did she have to leave me?" My heart sank. I immediately ran to where Scott was and dropped to my knees.

"Scott, I'm so sorry. I know you miss her, I do, too. She was my bestfriend." A felt steaming tears runn down my face. " She'd want us to be stronger than this. She would want us to fight." I looked behind me to see Stiles sitting on Scott's bed, looking guilty. I hugged Scott tightly, and wiped away his tears. "You are a fighter. She's proud of you, always remember that. What's in the box?" Scott was still sobbing, but he managed to get words in between the tears.

"Everything I have left of her. The pictures, some of her arrows, her clothes she left here, and ..." He looked down and reached into the box. "The pen I gave to her when I first met her." "Scott ..." He faked a smile "It's okay, you're right I have to be strong. I'm lucky to have something left of her." He nudged his head up at Stiles and mouthed to me "Help him. I'll be fine." I patted Scott's shoulder, and got up. I wiped my tears and nelt infront of him.

"Stiles, none of this is your fault. Please don't think it is. We may have loss Allison, but we didn't loss you. You're Scott's bestfriend. He needs you. Without you, he wouldn't be himself. I wouldn't have someone to have aruments of sarcasm with. Malia wouldn't have someone to teach her, and care for her. Your dad wouldn't have his only son left. We need you in our life, I need you." You can't tell him Lydia. He has Malia. He's happy. For once, don't be selfish. Let him be happy. Stiles smiled and hugged me. His hugs felt so warm, and they felt right, but I pulled away.

"Thanks, Lydia. I don't know how I could survive without arguing with you." We all laughed. We stayed up all night laughing, crying, and reliving our memories. We were the last one's left minus Derek, who isn't all here yet, but he will be. Kira and Malia are here now, but they could never share a bound like the one we have. There is no place I'd rather be. Just me, our alpha, and the hyperactive brown haired, and browned eyed boy.