Author's note: Hi everyone! I'm co-writing this story with my friend. Disclaimer we do not own any of these characters. Before season four of teen wolf and after season four of once upon a time.

Lydia Martin was sitting in her fourth period class sketching a clock tower that she wasn't sure whether or not it was real or imagined. Her sketching was interrupted when she heard her phone vibrate in her Prada handbag. She picked it up slowly so the teacher wouldn't catch her and noticed it was an unknown number. Any other teen would ignore it, but having experienced the supernatural side of Beacon Hills, she knew she should check it out. She asked the teacher if she could use the restroom and since she was Lydia Martin, he allowed it.

She rushed to the bathroom before it went to voicemail and answered the phone, but she didn't say a word. On the other line she heard a familiar voice that she hadn't heard in years frantically call out," Lydia are you there?!"

She was in shock on who she thought it was, and she wasn't sure if it was him." Jackson?" She asked wondering if her brain was deceiving her.

"I need you to come get me!" He told her in the same panicked voice, ignoring her question.

"Come get you? What do you mean?" Lydia asked still unsure if this was really Jackson." Jackson where are you?"

He was breathing heavily as if he'd been running and he paused for a moment, leaving Lydia even more nervous." I'm in a place called storybrooke, Maine. Lydia I'm in storybrooke."

"Wait wait Jackson slow down, let me go get Scott." She said about to leave the bathroom when she noticed the line went dead." Jackson?!" She asked frantically," Jackson are you there?!" She asked again, but there was no answer.

Lydia went back to class and had to wait until lunch to tell everyone else about the phone call.

A few periods later she found the pack sitting at the usual lunch table talking about something random. Before sitting down she interrupted their conversation by saying," Jackson called me."

The group stayed silent for a moment and confused looks swept across Kira and Malia's faces for they hadn't met Jackson." Our Jackson?" Scott asked confused.

"Yeah what other Jackson would I be talking about?" Lydia replied to him.

"Yeah Scott the only Jackson I know is the murderous Kanima that tried to kill us," Stiles said making his dislike for Jackson known.

" Well our Jackson hadn't called us in two years," Scott replied to Stiles then turned to Lydia," So what did he say?"

Lydia stayed silent choosing her words carefully so the pack wouldn't act suspicious of Jackson or her own sanity." He said we needed to come get him," Lydia began trying to read their reactions," It sounded urgent, as if he was worried."

Stiles was the most skeptical." That doesn't necessarily mean anything."

Lydia glanced at Stiles," I know Jackson better than anyone and when he's worried, something is wrong."

"What are we supposed to do about it?" Scott asked her.

"We'll go get him." She said knowing that was the obvious answer." He's in a town in Maine called Storybrooke."

"Well I've never heard of it," Stiles said trying to shoot down any plan before it began.

Lydia shot him an annoyed glance," Well I'm sure the citizens of Storybrooke have never heard of Beacon Hills, especially not the stubborn teenage boys."

"Well if stiles doesn't think it's ok then I don't think we should do it," Malia said and took Stiles' hand.

Lydia tried to turn her eye roll into a nonchalant glance, but felt Kira's eyes on her. She wondered if Kira had noticed the way she acted around Stiles and Malia. She didn't know if Kira had caught on to the way she overreacted every time Malia and Stiles had physical contact. It wasn't that Stiles was holding hands with Malia, it was that Stiles was holding hands with a girl that wasn't her. A recent jealously had been bubbling up inside her and she didn't know how long she was going to be able to hold it in.

Kira then interrupted Lydia's thoughts by saying " Jackson was part of the pack before us, which means he earned their trust so now he deserves ours." She said to Malia.

Malia scoffed." Well I'm still with Stiles."

"Well, Lydia if you think it's the right thing then we should go," Scott told Lydia ignoring Malia.

" Scott listen to yourself. This makes no sense," Stiles said to Scott." People don't just disappear for two years and call you back one day."

"Stiles," Lydia said looking Stiles in the eye," Can you do it for me?"

Stiles thought for a moment and sighed, he could say no to Lydia," Fine but I reserve the right to say I told you so when we all almost die."

A few hours after school the pack met up at Derek's loft to tell him what was happening. Derek and Peter had agreed to stay behind and make sure Beacon Hills stays safe while they were away. Soon they all packed in to the jeep and started the long journey to Storybrooke, Maine.

A few hours into the ride Malia was already getting under Lydia's skin." From what Stiles told me, Jackson isn't even a good guy anyway." Malia said and Lydia tried to keep her cool.

"He wasn't bad, he was just misunderstood," Lydia said back to Malia.

" Well of course you'd say that because you were part of the abusive relationship," Malia said and that was the last straw for Lydia.

"Well what would you know about relationships? You've been in the woods for nine years," Lydia snapped back at Malia.

"I'm the one in the relationship now." Malia replied.

"Yet you're still a virgin," Lydia said and nonchalantly stated filing her nails. Malia was about to say something back, but she realized she had no valid argument. Stiles remains silent as he drives in the car trying to pretend he's not hearing the discussion.