... So hey guys. No I didn't actually fall off the face of the Earth or anything. I know it's been over a year since I've posted anything and I don't really have an excuse. I started working in a nursery and man is it hard work! Since then I've just had a bit of a writer's block. But I sat and watched the De-void episode of Teen Wolf again today and this popped into my head so here you go! ~ Phoebe
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. I'm just using them to write this little drabble!
"LYDIAAAAAAAA!"
Peter doesn't expect it to work. He knows what Lydia thinks of him – knows she's repulsed and disgusted by the mere thought of him.
He doesn't blame her. He put her through hell.
So Peter doesn't expect it to work. He's not an Alpha anymore. He's not even part of the pack. So his call shouldn't affect her in any way.
Except it does.
The nosebleed stops and moments later Lydia gives a shuddering gasp as her eyes fly open.
Their eyes meet for a split second and Peter thinks – hopes – that there is thanks and relief in hers. Then she turns away, towards Scott and Stiles, and the moment is broken.
So Peter decides to take things into his own hands and grabs Lydia by the arm and drags her over to the other side of the room. He tries to think of something to say. Stares down at her. Lydia stares back, one eyebrow lifted as she waits.
He blurts out the first thing that comes into his mind.
"I did my part. Give me the name."
He mentally kicks himself as Lydia scowls but she delivers on her promise.
"Malia."
Malia… Malia… Malia…
The name echoes round and round his mind as Peter steps back. He nods jerkily to her and turns his back. He needs to think, to plan. He needs to find her.
Lydia whispers something. Her words are barely there, more of a breath than a whisper really, but thanks to his supernatural hearing, he catches them.
"I heard you."