Lydia wasn't even sure what she was doing.

It didn't make sense. Although that was the only place she actually thought of going.

She drove very carefully and slowly, since it was late evening and dark, and stopped as soon as she reached Derek's loft. Lydia hesitated before leaving her car. She wasn't even sure what she was going to say to him. Well she surely couldn't go to Scott, he is his best friend… And she was quite sure that Scott would've immediately understood it was all about Stiles. It was about him, and his Malia, and it was about the distance between Lydia and Stiles.

She wasn't jealous. Mostly just very sad. And tired from seeing happy new couple together…

Lydia didn't want Scott to know or Kira… even though three of them were growing close. Since Mexico, she kept her emotions locked up, she patiently helped Malia, and she talked to Stiles with no signs of jealousy or sadness. She really did want him to be happy. "What a cliché," banshee thought to herself, when finally getting out of the car.

Lydia stopped at the door of Derek's loft. Then she took a deep but shaky breath and gently knocked. She really couldn't believe she felt so broken and lonely that she went to Derek Hale. Who was not the biggest fan of her.

"Lydia?" Derek was surprised to see her. As soon as he looked into her eyes his whole look changed. It suddenly became gentle and apologizing.

"Hey…" she tried smiling but for some reason she felt her eyes tearing up. Lydia stood there awkwardly for a minute.

"I…" she began to explain herself, but then over Derek's shoulder Lydia saw..him.

His limbs were all over ground, one leg thrown on Scott's, both quietly snoring.

"I'm sorry..uh…I didn't realize they were going to be here.." she stuttered and took her hands in fists, so they would stop shaking from emotions she got when she saw Stiles.

Derek crossed his arms on his chest.

"Yeah, these two were trying to do research on were-jaguars and fell asleep," it was very clear that Derek was annoyed.

"I'm just gonna go, sorry.."

"Why did you come here, Lydia? I mean it's pretty late, and we're not the best of friends."

She closed her eyes and started rubbing both sides of her head.

"I don't know…"

"Whoa, like a banshee-thing-don't-know?" his eyebrows went up, worriedly.

Lydia shook her head feeling nothing but sad and embarrassed. She also tried to keep the tears from falling, God forbid she would start sobbing in front of Derek Hale.

"No, I'm..God.." her voice broke and she took a step back. "I'm sorry, I'm a mess, and I really don't know why I came here, I just wanted someone who wouldn't ask me questions, but…"

"Would understand how you feel…?" he tried slowly.

And then she lost it. She started shaking and sobbing, and ended up on the floor by Derek's loft. She was on her knees, face in her hands and Lydia started thinking about every single thing that went wrong.

She remembered Allison, her only and first best friend, she remembered Aiden, guy who she always believed was good, but was just too proud to admit. Then Scott, he's always there for people he loves, but he has just lost so much.

But mostly she thought of Stiles, the one sleeping nearby, who couldn't hear Lydia's quiet tears and sobbing. Lydia remembered those two hazel eyes, the kiss, she thought about time when he just held her in her arms, right after Aiden died. She just couldn't bear that he belonged to someone else, even though he never belonged to Lydia.

Derek knelt in front of tiny banshee.

"Lydia, your emotions are all over the place." He squeezed her shoulder gently. For Derek. "What the hell is going on?"

"I..I.." She was almost whispering and placed her palm on her chest, like it was hard for her to breathe. "I can't hold it anymore…"

That seemed to relieve Derek.

"It's fine, you're a banshee it's what you do, right? Aside from bringing back from the dead psychotic people like Peter, it's basically your job." He spoke calmly, probably because it the pack was used to Lydia's meltdowns. "If it's just banshee problems, it's all okay. You're still working on it."

Lydia still had trouble breathing normally. That fire in her throat, she could feel it every time she thought of Stiles, or Malia, or Allison. It wasn't a general banshee scream. She actually thought these ones, were coming from her heart.

"No, I really have to get out of here, I can't…not in front of.." she could barely say a normal sentence, that's how much it hurt.

It was only a matter of seconds, she really had no choice, and she knew it.

And then Lydia screamed. No, it definitely wasn't a banshee scream. Every little emotion, heartbreak was in that scream, and it actually tore her apart. She screamed with her head down, tears still on her face, and just that second she felt incredibly tired.

Her voice slowly went quiet, returning into a sob, but this time Derek was almost hugging her (just before she stopped screaming, Lydia thought she heard something like "I'm not much of a hugger…") and of course, Stiles and Scott was already here, woken up by the sound of Lydia's voice.

"What the hell?!" Both guys looked shocked.

"Lydia," Scott spoke. "What are you doing here? And what's wrong with…" He suddenly stopped. Then slowly looked into Lydia's watery eyes and then breathed in every emotion in the room.

He opened his eyes form surprise. Of course. All room sank in pain, chaos, sadness, love and it was all toward Stiles.

Now Stiles was rushing to Lydia, who was still shaking and still holding on to Derek. He helped her stand up, and Lydia tried not to meet Stiles' eyes.

"What is it? Who's gonna die?" He immediately started asking questions.

"Stiles, it's not…" His best friend started, but Stiles was already panicking.

"Because you know, my dad is home so he shouldn't be in danger..I think, and and Malia is…"

"STILES!" both Derek and Scott shouted, shutting him up.

Lydia spoke, taking another step back.

"No one's dying. I'm sorry if I scared you and.." she closed her eyes for one second, like she was having a bad headache. "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"What are you talking about, Lydia?" He asked, very surprised. "Screw sleep, you were just screaming like you were being chocked. Literally, like a minute ago."

"I need to get home." She almost whispered, still avoiding his gaze.

"Okay, I'm going to drop you home." Scott suggested carefully watching her, like she's about to break.

"No," she said quickly. "No, it's okay, I'm okay."

Now all three guys looked at her.

"You're heartbeat raised up at the word "Okay." " Derek told her.

Scott took a step forward and took her hand. Ignoring black pain going through his veins he still walked, Lydia alongside him.

"Yo, Scott! What's going on?!" Stiles jogged to them.

"Look, dude she really doesn't want to talk to you."

Stiles was just about to protest but he just sighed, defeated, and spoke more quietly.

"Lyds?.. Talk to me."

The girl closed her eyes, not wanting to see Stiles worried. Because she knew he wasn't. He was worried about his girlfriend, and not Lydia.

"I'm okay." That's all she said before letting go of Scott's hand and walking down the stairs.

After a minute, Stiles spoke again.

"Well no shit, I'm going after her."

"No! Just..she doesn't want to talk to you." Scott repeated.

"Well how would you know that?!" Now the boy was almost angry. He hated being shut out like this.

His best friend made the first excuse that came into his mind.

"I'm a True Alpha…"

"Hey, no, don't true-alpha-me now. Something's up, and…"

"Stiles!" Scott said louder. "I'm gonna catch up to her, I'm gonna take her home, safely, okay? Just…" He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. "Dude..it's not my fault that your blind." He gave Stiles one reassuring smile and left.

"So…" Scott was the first to speak on the way to Lydia's house. "Stiles?"

She just gave him a sad look and a friendly smile.

"We're not talking about this, Scotty."

Scott nodded and kept driving Lydia's car. When they reached her house the girl started panicking.

"Scott, how the holly hell did he manage to get here first?!"

Now Scott understood who she was referring to. Here, on the front porch of her house sat the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

"No no no no! No, Scott save me, I can't talk to him!"

"Lydia, relax. It's just Stiles, he won't eat you."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and got out of the car. As soon as she took a step on the ground, Stiles ran to her, wrapped his hands around her waist ignoring that Scott was still in the car and whispered.

"Lydia. Talk to me."

She tried to get out of his strong hands, but it didn't work, and he definitely wasn't ready to let go. Finally, she looked up to him, and said "I can't."