Author's note:

LOL remember when I said I would only write about TW again when the season was over? LOL so funny

Here I am and here's something a little bit more dramatic.

This is gonna be a romance and I have no idea what's gonna happen. I just had this great idea for a prologue and we'll see where it'll take us.

Teen Wolf is not mine. I'm not that capable of causing such pain in people.

WARNING: I'm not a very good writer and my english is not good. It might suck balls.

Believe in magic
A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

"If you are to ask me after all we've been through
Still believe in magic? Oh, yes, I do."
Coldplay

Prologue

In the end, it was a battle no one could fight for him. It was a battle to be battled on his own, with himself.

In the end, he had blood in his hands, but it wasn't his hands. In the end he was the nogitsune and brought many people down – killed too many people.

In the end, he was shot and bitten and stabbed and weak and in the end it was a battle of his own, expelling the fox from his body, just as hard as it was to let it in.

And in the end he won.

"Stiles?" Lydia's voice came to him first. He was hurt, but he wanted to stand up. On his knees, he could see the blood scenery around him up close, but a face buried in tears and strawberry blond hair forced him to look straight. "Stiles, is it you?"

She was practically begging. There was blood in her face, but she still managed to look beautiful.

"Please, tell me it's you." She came closer, their noses touched. She whispered. "Please, be back for me."

Stiles was breathing heavily, his head light and body weaker every minute that passed. Lydia waited for her answer and he nodded.

"It's me, Lydia. I'm me."

Letting out the breath that she didn't know she was holding, Lydia smiled and kissed him.

"Thank God." She whispered in his lips, before kissing him again. He cracked a smile.

"You really look thankful." He joked, making her laugh. He laughed too, but started coughing. She helped him lay down and held his head in her hands.

"Call an ambulance, he's back!" she announced to someone he didn't see. And looking back at him she said again. "He's back."

-X-

Stiles was taken to the hospital, Scott by his side on the ambulance. He was hurt too, but he had his wolf power to help him heal. Lydia was following in the other ambulance with Allison, who was also badly injured. It was hard to keep his eyes opened and he tried to focus on his friend.

"Lydia kissed you, remember?" Scott said out of the blue, smiling. Stiles smiled.

"Yea, I remember, it was five minutes ago." He answered.

"One dream achieved."

"Nah, we'd kissed before."

"Really?"

Stiles nodded. "When our parents disappeared." His voice was husky and low. "Do you think she likes me?"

"Looks like it. She was really worried about you."

"Nice." He mumbled. His mind was foggy and he was a bit confused. He wanted to talk about Malia and how it kind of felt like he was cheating, but he wasn't strong enough to keep on talking. So he just closed his eyes to rest for a few minutes.

-X-

When they arrived to the hospital, Styles was conscious. He was immediately taken to the OR talking and cracking jokes with his husky voice. Told everyone he'd be back in a couple of hours, he just needed to get sewn.

In the first hour, Chris Argent joined them, after getting good news about his daughter. Sheriff Stilinski was passing from one point of the corridor to the other. Lydia and Scott sat side by side and Kira looked at them from the floor, her parents near the door of the floor.

With almost two hours, Malia run to them, right to the Sheriff.

"Where is he? Is he okay? Is he alive?" she demanded and the sheriff held her shoulders.

"He was very hurt and weak, and he's in surgery now, Malia. He'll be out soon enough."

She stopped for a second, letting the words sink in.

"So he's gonna be fine." The coyote girl said with a small smile.

"I hope so."

Relieved, Malia sat by Scott's side and he squeezed her knee lightly. Lydia looked at the girl with her front frowned, but decided to not pay too much attention to it now. The more important was Stiles and he was her focus.

Another hour passed, and with it came Melissa.

"So?" Sheriff Stalinski was the first one to ask, standing in front of her. "Why is it taking so long?"

"Stiles lost a lot of blood, and he's more hurt than we expected, but don't worry. The doctors are almost done and I could come here to talk to you guys."

"So he is going to be okay?" Malia asked again.

"We are very optimistic, yes." Melissa answered, and there was a heavy sigh from everyone in that corridor.

She stood there answering a few questions, a hint of smile in everyone's mouth. Stiles would be fine, Allison would be fine, Isaac was fine already, they would all be fine.

And in a second the air changed.

Melissa's pager biped. She read the message and turned around with no explanation, running to the OR doors. Lydia felt her chest ache, something creeping up her throat. It was a familiar feeling now, one she never wanted more to push down than that day.

Malia felt it differently. First in her hands – that he held with such care that day in the Echo House -, then down her guts, like the period cramps that terrorized her in her human days. Breathing heavily, she stood up, walked toward the door still swinging after Melissa opened it; it was like she could read through the layers that separated her from Stiles' surgery room.

The sheriff, a little more desperate, demanded to the receptionist to tell him what was going on, while Chris tried to calm him.

Scott stood up too, all noises muffled. He was a few steps behind Malia, also looking to the doors, trying to capture what people were saying behind those doors, but there was these humming sound that deafened him. He only knew what was that sound when he looked at Lydia.

The girl wasn't okay. She was breathing heavily and her face was wet with tears; she was trying to hold her breath and no let any sound leave her mouth. When she opened her eyes, they met Scott's and the boy shook his head.

"No, Lydia." He said low. "No, don't scream."

She lowered her head, a loud sob trembled her body. She closed her eyes one more time, fighting back the feeling. But in the end, it was his own battle. In the end, he had to fight on his own. She raised her head once again.

"Lydia, please, don't." Scott begged one more time.

Two more tears dropped from her green eyes, she sobbed and that sob turned into a banshee scream all the supernatural and the ones who weren't supernatural could hear. Her scream put Scott to the ground, Malia and Kira closing their ears with their hands, and Lydia fell forward, crying so desperately they had to put her under.

In the end, one had to fall.

A/N: Well, that's a hell of a long prologue. I hope you guys liked it.

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