So I had a really hard time with the ending of 5x16. I was so relieved when Lydia woke up that I was laughing through the fat tears that had started to fall. I would not have been able to stand seeing what Scott went through with Allison, again, mirrored in Stiles and Lydia. I was incredibly disappointed in the fact that there was no healing process from eichen in 5x17. So, I decided to write this. This is the first in an unknown number of chapters of this story, i'm thinking there will be about three chapters, but we'll see. This is also my first ever fanfiction, did I say ever? haha. Constructive criticism is most definitely appreciated, as well as your thoughts surrounding the story! Happy reading my fellow stydia shippers!
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Chapter One
Tether-
Lydia:
I can't keep my eyes off of Stiles. I had heard him, felt him, when I was in that hell hole. Thoughts of him and the whole pack, but mostly him, had kept me going. The reality of their fates had kept me from, as Stiles would put it, "literally going out of my freaking mind." I had to survive to warn them, to save them, but I also had to get out.
And that's where Stiles came in. Though he doesn't know it yet, I could feel him there with me when he visited. I could see him as if I was having an out of body experience. I could hear him pleading with me to come back, to wake up, but the screams and the echoes inside my own head were louder. I would have loved to have woken up and left that horrid place with him right then, but at least one good thing came of staying under the waters of reality and inside of my own head for a bit longer. I have a much better control and understanding of my powers now, thanks to Meredith. I should really ask if she's ok, or have Stiles take me to check on her when I've healed enough. But, I digress.
Stiles saved me. After he came to visit, I knew he would have a plan to get me out. He's the one who always figures it out. He was frantic when he saw the bald patch on my scalp, and I knew he was right when he told my mother what they would do to me, what Valack would do to me. All I can say is that I'm glad Valack's dead, so he can't torture anyone else as he did me. Stiles and I always fight to save each other, the pack too, but there's something deeper between us two that there isn't between us and the rest of the pack. Ever since we've opened this "tether" between us, there is an emphatic need to ensure the other's safety. Well, at least there is for me, I'm not inside his head. However the need seems to be reciprocated considering that he just went to hell and back to ensure my safety.
So here I sit on this metal table, my mother's arms around me and my eyes, unwaveringly, looking at Stiles. He is my tether to reality and I feel as though if I take my eyes off of him, reality will slip from my fingers again. I can hear my mother talking to Deaton and Scott, but I can't be bothered to listen, they're probably just talking about how best to care for the wound in my skull or if I need to be taken to the hospital. Stiles is looking at me too, looking for anymore physical wounds I could possibly have. When he is certain that I don't have any more physical wounds that will put me in immediate danger, his eyes lock on mine. The emotions I see there, I'm sure, are mirrored in my own. Relief, happiness, and most definitely, love. The love that I see there isn't what I used to think love was. It isn't lustful, it isn't competitive, it isn't greedy. Instead it holds understanding, care, and reverence. As we're having a silent conversation with our eyes, I reach my hand to him. I need to convince myself that this is indeed real.
His big, warm hand grasps mine tightly, convincing himself as well that this is real. There's no helping the magnetic pull toward him as soon as our hands are connected. My mother notices and releases her hold on me, allowing me to fall into Stiles' chest, his strong arms around my back, one tenderly holding the side of my head opposite of the hole and the other pulling my chest tightly to his own. The emotions become overwhelming and tears finally start to brim over my lids and fall onto Stiles' soft flannel. I don't know how long we stay like that, it could be minutes or hours. All I know is that I finally feel safe, and most importantly, alive.
Stiles' is my rock, he's been with me through the hardest moments in my life, which yes, have all happened since I found out about the supernatural. But here we are, two almost humans, alive even after going through many horrendous supernatural events in the past few years. Though I can hear the talking getting louder around Stiles' and my embrace, it all just sounds like it's underwater. The only thing I can hear is the steady, strong, unisonous beats of Stiles' and my hearts, and him whispering,
"you still look beautiful when you cry."
When Stiles and I finally break apart, it's for him to gently wipe the remaining tears off of my reddened cheeks as he begins to tell me,
"It's time to g-."
But I cut him off saying,
"I'm not going anywhere without you."
My facial features are set and determined, and my hands are clinging to the back of his t-shirt under his flannel. After another silent conversation with our eyes and facial expressions, I turn to my mother and say,
"He has to come too mom, I'm not going home if I can't bring Stiles with us."
That's when I realize that there are a lot of people in the room witnessing this conversation. The whole pack is there. Kira, Malia, Liam, Hayden, and Mason had arrived since I was last paying attention to my surroundings. Melissa and the sheriff are there too. I guess since I hadn't spoken in awhile, everyone was surprised to hear my voice, so they all went silent and are staring at me. That's when I remember that Stiles and Malia are together, and I feel a little embarrassed for my behavior. I look to her and she's smiling, and she gives me a little nod. Stiles seems to not be concerned about it, so I stay clinging to him like a lifeline. My mother addresses me as well as the room,
"Of course Stiles can come honey, he did save your life. And if you need him to be with you, then I'm not going to stop it. All of this is my fault anyhow, I shouldn't have tried to keep my eyes closed to this supernatural reality around me for so long. My stubbornness almost got you killed tonight, and I could not be more regretful. I am forever indebted to Stiles, and to all of you for having the courage to stand up and save my daughter."
Everyone nods and murmurings of, "of course," and, "no problem," can be heard. However, the loudest is the proclamation of, "always," from the boy I'm currently clinging to.