This story will have Alison being alive in it…. Let's just forget that episode even happened. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1:
Her throat felt itchy and dry as she cried out in pain for what felt like the millionth time that night. Her knuckles turning whites as she locked her fingers into a vice grip with the white shirts under her. Her hair had fallen out of the messy bun Allison had put it into earlier that night and was not beginning to stick to her sweat covered forehead.
"Are you sure you don't want me to call him?" Allison asked again from her place beside her. The place she or Scott had yet to leave since their arrival at the hospital several hours earlier.
Lydia shook her head riding out the pain as best as she could.
When it had subsided to a dull ache she allowed herself to talk, " No…. No he can't know….. He'll come back."
"He needs to know Lyd, we can't keep lying to him." Scott said coming up on the other side of her taking her hand in his, "He deserves to make this decision himself."
"I-I can't lose him again." she cries as the pain returns.
Scott allows her to tighten her grip on his hand.
"Breath Lydia, breath." Allison remind her as her face began to turn red.
She sucked in a lungful of air as whimper escaped her mouth.
There was a knock on the door and Melissa popped her head in, "How is it going in here?"
"Give me morphine." Lydia all but cried out as she raised herself up on her elbows as much as she could in her current position.
A half smile crept up the corner of Melissa's mouth as she walked into the room, "I promised you when you were in your right mind that no matter how much you begged I was not to put any chemicals into you, you said you wanted to do this naturally."
"When have I ever been in my right mind." she huffed falling back into the stack of pillows behind her.
Melissa patted her knee sympathetically and turn to Scott, "She changed her mind?"
He only had time to shake his head before Lydia was clamping down on his hand again and shooting up into the bed in pain.
"Make it stop-please." She cried out.
"If i could take away this pain I would Lydia, but you just need to push through it." He said pushing a strand of red hair out of her face, something he knew his best friend would be doing right now if he knew about this current predicament.
His mind traveled back to the night he had stumbled upon Lydia in his room so long ago….
Scott kicked off his shoes as he silently closed the door behind him, hoping to not wake up his mother. The clock above the mantel in the living room read 1:17am.
He cursed himself under his breath. He was 6 hours late for the dinner his mother had asked him to join her for.
Finding time to spend together had been difficult with him taking classes at the local community college, and her work schedule changing…. And tonight was suppose to be the first night in 2 months that he and her could just sit down and have a family dinner…. That was till Liam had called him about a dead body.
Long story short, the cause of death had not be supernatural.
Scott quickly made his way up the staircase and down the hall to his room, stopping only when he got to the picture hanging just outside his room.
Stiles's childlike dimple smile staring back at him. Both of them clad in maroon gowns with their arms wrapped around each other. It had been the last time he had seen Stiles before he had taken off for training in D.C for the FBI….. That had been 4 ½ months ago.
They had all been saddened by the departure of the friend they had only just gotten back, but they understood that he need time away. Time away from the place that had caused him so much pain over the past 3 years.
Smiling at the picture, Scott turned to his door and frowned.
Had he not left it open?
Placing his hand in the middle of the dark wood he gave it a little push and watched as it opened up before him.
"Lydia?" Scott questioned seeing the short strawberry blonde girl standing by the window facing away from him, "I thought you were at Brown?"
She didn't turn to face him as he stepped into the room
"Lydia?" He called again.
"Stiles can't know." she whispered low enough for his ears to pick it up.
"What can't Stiles know?" he asked her placing a hand on her shoulder feeling her shaking below him and the smell of fear rolling off her
Scott spun her around to look at her, only for her to whimper as his eyes roamed over her looking for any form of harm only to stop at her midsection.
Lydia…"
"He can't know." she repeated placing her hand over the small bump, "He can't know…."
Lydia's cries brought him back to the present as her hand crushed his once more, this time her strength flutter causing Scott's eyes to snap to the girl before him….
"Something-something's wrong." she groaned grabbing her bump with her free hand taking a deep breath before groaning agian….. "No something doesn't feel right."
A cry bubbled her throat as she tried to bite back a scream, it was at this moment that Scott first smelt blood.
His eyes shot to Allison's, "Get the doctor now."
Allison did not need to be told twice, and she was out the door before Scott was at the end of the bed.
Lydia whimpered again as Scott took his hand from her.
"Lydia I'm going to lift up the blanket." Scott said asking her permission.
Lydia nodded as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Taking the thin material in his hand Scott lifted it slowly only to be hit with another wave of blood this time stronger. He moved material higher up her legs until he found blood pooling around her thighs. Dropping the blanket he ran to the door.
"I NEED A DOCTOR NOW!" he growled before running back to Lydia's side.
The girl had tiredly pulled herself up onto her elbows and had a scared look on her face. "Scott."
"It's just some blood, everything is going to be fine. He replied trying to sooth her as she yanked at the blanket to get her own look but was stopped as another contraction hit her causing her to open her mouth and full on scream.
Scott covered his ears as the banshee's cry rang out through the room and out into the hall.
And then it was silent.
Raising his head up he found the cause.
Lydia had lost consciousness, just as the doctor's ran in, followed by Melissa and Allison.
The moved like lightning hooking her up to machines and tubes before unlocking the wheels to her bed and rushing her towards the door.
Scott tried to follow but his mother stopped him.
"I can't leave her alone." He growled.
"Their taking her to surgery." Melissa said calmly, "I think it's time you made that call now."
Scott looked up at his mother, if she was telling him to call against Lydia's wishes then that meant that something was wrong and Stiles was needed.
He gave a small nod before pulling his phone from his pocket.
He scrolled through his contacts till he came to the number he needed and it call.
It only rang for a moment before he was greeted by the voice of his best friend.
"Stiles… It's Lydia….."