Yo, wazzup? First story please no hating!
This is how I imagined 4/05 could have gone...
I OWN NOTHING!
Lydia wasn't quite sure if she could face the Deputy again. The last time they had seen each other, she had led him into a freezer full of human corpses, ot too long after repeatedly insisting that she wasn't psychic.
Ring ring ring.
She was only there because the Sheriff had called her saying that she was requested at the station. Malia, had decided to accompany her, seeing as though she probably felt a bit bad for the Banshee. She also wanted to know if she was on the dead pool. But this was progress.
Ring ring ring.
And now, here she was, handing Meredith her phone in the hopes that she could help them find the second key, while trying to ignore the incessant ringing of the phone that nobody deemed important enough to answer.
Ring ring ring.
"There's no one there." The Eichen inmate whispered in her ear. As if she was the crazy one. The phone stopped ringing.
Lydia sighed. She was really starting to get ticked off with all this nonsense. "Right then Meredith, is there any number we can call? Can you tell us, please?"
"I'm sorry," she replied shaking her head. "I can't tell you."
This, seemed to catch the watchful Deputy's attention. "What do you mean?" He asked, crouching next to Lydia.
"The Benefactor says I can't tell you. I-I'm not supposed to..." She began to furiously shake her head, almost as if spasming repeatedly.
Ring ring ring.
Lydia rubbed her temples in frustration, "Can someone please answer the phone?" She huffed out, feeling a headache coming on.
Ring ring ring.
"Lydia?" Sheriff Stilinski placed a cautious hand on her shoulder. "The phone isn't ringing." She paused in her ministrations, slowly looking up at the phone.
Ring ring ring.
She ignored the wary looks from the Sheriff, the awestruck ones from Meredith, the concerned look Malia was shooting her and the proud glint in the Deputy's eye as she reached out with a trembling hand to grab the phone. Seeing her fingers shake, she squeezed them into a tight fist before taking a deep breath and swiftly grasping the device and holding it to her ear.
Ring ring ri-
Lydiaaaaaa, the voice whispered, Lyyyydiaaaaa.
She knew that voice. She knew it very well.
The phone slipped out of her hand as, almost as if in a trance, she picked up the laptop and sat down, before opening it and seeing the screen displaying the cipher, as well as the small box for the key.
One by one, she typed. each letter.
A.
I.
D.
E.
N.
The room was engulfed in a tight silence, the kind where everyone is sharing the same thought,
Lydia hesitated for a moment before she pressed enter.
Immediately, the names started to pop up. It was the last one that caught her eye.
JORDAN PARRISH 5
She could only stare at the screen, horrified.
She glanced up.
MALIA HALE 4
Just as she felt the other occupants crowd around he to get a look at the second third of the Dead pool, she slammed the screen shut, causing everyone else to jump back, startled. "I would like a word with the Sheriff please." They all stared at her. "Alone."
Once she had show Stiles' dad the list, she gently closed to laptop, after making him promise to look out for the Deputy, and left the room, laptop tight in her grasp.
She glanced at the Deputy's desk, only to see him looking at her, a smile on his face, as if she was the most incredible thing she had ever seen.
"I told you that you were psychic."