A/N: If you read from the description, then you know that this story is currently in the process of being rewritten. I know that people have messaged me on here and ao3 wondering when the next chapter would be up, but truth be told, I haven't had much inspiration to continue the story lately and I am extremely sorry about it. The other night I sat down and started rewriting it. So far, I have the first two chapters written and hopefully I'll be able to have the third up by the time the new episode premieres on Tuesday! Thank you all for sticking with me through this time, I hope you guys enjoy this new version (I think it's much better than the old one, honestly, but that's just me.) If you're wondering what the "old/original" version is, you can find it over at ao3 (/user/sofaritsalright). Please follow, favorite, and review if you like it - those are very much appreciated and keeps me one happy writer! Again, I am sorry for all of this and hope you understand. Now, here's the rewritten story of the banshee and her freckled boy.

"I'll be brave when you are frightened
You'll be strong when I am weak in the knees
I'll be calm when you have had enough of these rushing waves
You'll be the oxygen I need

You'll be balance when I waver
I'll be warmth when you are shivering cold
You'll be patience when I've had enough of this waiting gaem
I'll be the anchor cast below."
- "Tethered" by Sleeping at Last

It was past three in the morning as Stiles flipped over in his bed, covering his ears with his pillow. All he could hear was an incandescent tapping noise. Whatever it was wasn't welcome; whether it was his imagination or otherwise, it was driving him insane. After minutes of non-stop tapping, Stiles shot up in bed and let out an annoyed groan. He barely got any sleep these days - not since sophomore year when Scott was bitten. Back then he could handle it, but now it felt like decades of wears and tears in his mind. "Sleep is for the weak" is always what he used to say as he stayed up all night studying his suspect board and drinking coffee that didn't suit well with his ADHD meds. Two years ago it wasn't a big deal to him, but now, in this very moment, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Instead of doing so, Stiles stood up, rubbing his whisky colored eyes and grabbing the baseball bat that leaned against the wall next to his bed. He didn't have any freaky powers that were going to save him like the rest of his pack so he had to improvise on self defense techniques. As he headed towards the window, he crossed his fingers that it was only a tree branch sticking out and scratching the side of the house, but instead he found something much worse. Instead of something simple, a crying strawberry blonde crouched on the roof. Stiles wasn't sure what was more confusing: why Lydia was at his house or how she scaled the side of the house in the first place. No matter the answer, he was quick to throw the bat down and open the window.

"Lydia?" he asks, squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. "What are you doing here? It's three in the morning."

Lydia sniffles, throwing him a weak smile as she looks past his shoulder and gazes at his bed. "Can I stay here tonight?"

Before she had fully finished her sentence, Stiles placed his hands on Lydia's forearms and helped pull her inside. To this day, he would do anything in the world for the red headed banshee without a doubt in his mind. Whenever she called, whatever she needed, no matter the time, he was going to be there and rush to her side. Since they became friends, it was clear that Stiles would drop everything instantly for her, even if he was in love with another girl. Lydia was still too dear to him to ever turn away.

As she got inside, the girl teetered on her feet, almost falling backwards and onto the ground. The boy was quick to reach out and steady her as an obvious look of concern grew on his face. "Lydia, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Lydia shrugged as he lead her to his bed. "I don't remember." Her voice is low and laced with confusion. Whatever was going on obviously wasn't good. "I came to in the woods. I don't know how I even got out there." When Stiles looked to her, it was obvious that she was frightened of whatever happened. "Maybe it was just a bad dream."

Stiles pursed his lips together as he furrowed his brow. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe it wasn't. Knowing Beacon Hills and their strange pasts, it most likely was something more than a dream. Whatever it was definitely shook the girl to her core and looking over at her, Stiles felt a sense that he needed to protect her at all cost. Nobody was going to harm one perfect strawberry blonde hair on her head. "Let's just get you into bed, alright? We'll figure this out in the morning."

Lydia nodded with a yawn as Stiles pulled back the covers for her and grabbed his favorite pillow from the bed, throwing it down on the floor for himself. He helped her lie down and gently pulled the covers up, still looking over her with a protective eye. "What are you doing?" she asked, eyeing the pillow on the floor.

At first, Stiles thought his stare was too intense, making the girl uncomfortable and thought that he had to play it off cool, but then he saw where she was looking. "I'm giving you the bed. You need more sleep than I do."

"Don't be stupid. Come up here with me." Lydia bites down on her plump lips, an eyebrow shooting up at the boy. He looked rather surprised by her words, but happily obliged and crawled in next to her. He didn't know what was going on with the girl, but if she was even thinking of sharing the bed with him, it must've been something serious.

His heart was racing as he climbed in next to her and immediately stiffened as he looked up to the ceiling. As he laid there, he knew he was going to be perfectly still all night; there was no chance that he was going to wake her up from his commotion and kicking that he did whenever he was alone. But just as those thoughts entered his head, he felt her arm snake around his waist as she pulled herself closer. Stiles looked down, seeing the frightened look on her face and was quick to pull his arm around her, cuddling her close. "You're safe here," he reminded her, "just go to sleep. You're safe, okay? I promise." His eyes were filled with sympathy and sadness as he looked back down and the silence that filled them was a silent agreement that no matter what, Stiles would do anything to protect the banshee. She might've been a lot stronger than his human self, but still, he would try.