Title: What about me?
Category: Teen Wolf
Ship: Stiles/Lydia
Prompt: "You have to do this for me or I'll never be able to forgive you." "For dying?" "No! For making me love you!"

Summary: Stiles is ready to say goodbye. Lydia is not.

Disclaimer:I do not own TW or the characters

Status:InComplete

It wasn't a Nogistune.

Or a Kanima.

Or even a chimera.

It was a car.

No one saw it coming.

One moment he was on the phone with Scott, arguing about what kind of pizza to bring to the pack meeting.

In the next, all Scott could hear was a horrible metal crushing metal sound through the phone's ear piece.

"Stiles?" Nothing.

Gripping the phone tighter, "Stiles, are you there?" Feeling tears beginning to burn his eyes.

"Stiles!" He yells into the phone, but still silence.

Standing up from the couch, "Scott, what is it?" Liam asked.

"We have to go." His voice trembling. "Stiles was in a car wreck."

"What?" His voice raising, "How do you know?"

"I just heard it." Scott spoke stoically.

Having Liam play the lookout as he quietly crept into Stiles' hospital room as he moved towards the bed. Staring down at a broken and bruised Stiles, it was enough to make his stomach queasy.

The car had slammed into the driver's side of Stiles' jeep at fifty miles an hour. Pushing his car half a block before the driver slammed on the brakes, which caused the jeep to flip twice before landing on the hood. It left Stiles with a broken leg, fractured shoulder, broken arm and wrist. Along with enough bruises to turn him black and blue.

Scott could still smell the faint trace of blood and it killed him to know that something like this had happened to his best friend. Gently wrapping his arm around Stiles' unbroken arm, he could already feel the veins in his arm protruding from the pain he was taking away from the former nogitsune.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked, having stirred awake when Scott wrapped his hand around his arm.

"Saving your life." Baring his teeth to sink them into Stiles arm.

Pulling his arm away, "Scott." He said sternly, gaining his best friend's attention. "I don't want it."

"You don't want to live?" The alpha questioned.

Sighing as he slowly moved to sit up, "Scott."

Glancing at his best friend. "What? Why don't you want me to bite you?"

Looking down at his body, he took in most of his injuries before making eye contact with Scott. "Y'know, I came to- while I was still in the car, laying there completely helpless. All I could think about was you, Lydia- the pack. All of the things that I was going to leave behind but then I thought about my dad. How I was going to see him again and how much I miss him."

"I know you miss him,Stiles... but what about us? We're going to miss you."

"I once told Lydia that death doesn't happen to you, it happens to everyone around you." Stiles shared, "I hate that I'm leaving all of you but I'm so tired, Scott."

"Stiles..." Not realizing that he felt this way.

"You remember when our biggest worry was what college we were going to?" Laying his head on the pillow, he turned his head towards where Scott was standing. "Now every day just feels like a war. Some days I'm just too exhausted to fight. There are sometimes you don't need me because... I'm just human but my best friend is an alpha and my girlfriend is a banshee. I couldn't just sit on the sidelines and I know that's selfish."

"It's not." Scott clarified. "It's selfish that we didn't pay more attention, it's not fair of me to drag you along. I just wanted my best friend with me and I forget that you don't have a samurai sword or super strength. You've always been by my side, Stiles. There will never be a day where I won't look for you at my side."

"I'll still be there, even if you don't see me. I promise."

Attempting to accept that his best friend had made a decision, he licked his lips and let out a breath before he asked, "How are you going to tell Lydia?"

"I hadn't thought that all the way through yet." Stiles spoke softly. "Maybe I'll die before she gets here." Joking before he realized that Scott wasn't laughing with him. "Yeah." Licking his lips, realizing he had no idea what he was going to tell Lydia.

They had been dating almost a year and a half; There were times where Stiles still found himself speechless. Like he was now as he saw her standing in the doorway staring at him with glistening eyes.

Gripping the strap of her purse as she watched her boyfriend attempt to smile at her. "Are you okay?" She asked while rushing to his side.

"I'm fine." Stiles lied, but the look that Lydia gave him could make an innocent man confess. "The doctors say it doesn't look good."

"Well, you always wanted to stop being the odd one out of our supernatural group." She spoke softly, while holding his hand gently in between both of hers. "Scott?" Pulling her eyes away from her boyfriend to look at his best friend.

Shaking his head gently, "He doesn't want it." Scott shared solemnly.

Her head snapped back to Stiles so quickly it actually made him jump, "What do you mean you don't want it?" Her eyes boring into his. "What happens if you don't get the bite?" Attempting to approach the subject differently, the car wreck had happened no more than a few hours ago- so there's no way that Stiles was thinking clearly. He couldn't be.

"I get to see my dad again." Stiles shared softly. "Ironic though, we each got hit by a car. Hard to believe that was his downfall- our downfall. Through everything... a nogitsune, dread doctors, the beast... seems kind of small doesn't it?" Causing Lydia and Scott to lock eyes, knowing that Stiles had given up and that was a scary realization.

Scott had left Stiles and Lydia alone to discuss Stiles' decision. He had a feeling that it was going to be a long night for the both of them and he still had to break the news to the rest of the pack. He had already called Kira, telling her to round up their friends that there was something serious they had to discuss. Squeezing Liam's shoulder, he attempted to give the young beta a reassuring smile knowing that he heard everything but he had a feeling that it was more of a grimace as Liam just stared back at him.

Glancing over his shoulder at his best friend, he sighed as it dawned on him that it might be one of the last times he saw Stiles Stilinski alive.

Kissing his forehead softly, she was glad he was okay but she refused to believe that his decision was written in stone. "The only relief I had when Scott called me was that I didn't want to scream." She confessed softly. "You can't scare me like that ever again."

"I won't scare you again." He promised, but his tone implied something else.

Walking away from the bed, she began slowly pacing around the room. "I don't know why you're arguing with me about this-"

"Lydia, I need you to stop and listen to me when I tell you my decision."

Stopping at the end of his bed, "Well your decision affects me too!" She yells, before letting out a breath to compose herself. "You don't expect me- remember what you told me? Death happens to everyone else. Well your death would be happening to me and I will be devastated. I will go out of my mind because I won't-I-I-" She cut herself off because her brain is working on overdrive. "I'm in love with you Stiles. So terribly in love with you, how do you expect me to move on from that?"

"I want you to move on from me. I want you to be happy." Stiles spoke softly. "You deserve to life a full life."

"So do you!" She exclaims, moving to stand over him.

"I get to look after you from heaven or hell, let's be honest I've done a lot of bad things, but either way... I'll be looking after you. I'll be okay." Looking up at the strawberry blonde.

Placing her hands on the side of the bed as she leans towards him more. "I swear Stiles, if you tell me any more crap about heading towards the light or looking down on me from heaven I swear to-I swear to god I will kill you myself right now!" Punching her fist into the mattress as she saw Stiles' eyes begin to glisten.

"Lyds..." He spoke softly as he looked up at her. "Just...I'm gonna be okay... alright?" Running his fingertips over her cheek. "You don't have to worry." A soft smile on his lips, seeing her mirror his smile he thinks that she's okay with his decision.

Shaking her head as she looked down before locking eyes with him, "What about me?" Tears glistening in her eyes.

Sitting up in the bed, "What?" Confusion in his tone.

"What about me when you go into the light?" Pushing her hand against her chest.

"Lydia-"

"I get it. You'll be fine, you'll be okay, you'll be alright." She clarified as she pointed towards him. "But what about me? So don't do it yourself. Do it for me!" Her voice is cracking and shaking, her hands are all over the place at this point.

"Lyds-"

"Please do it for me. Do it for me, please. Please Stiles. Please do this for me." A sharp inhale, lacing her fingers together as if she's praying to him. "Because if you die-" She cuts herself like she can't even fathom that happening. "You have to do this for or I'll never be able to forgive you."

"For dying?"

"No!" Tears rolling down her face. "For making me love you!"

"Come here." He whispers, but she's hysterical. "Lydia, come here." Reaching out towards her, he grabs her hands and pulls her into his lap, ignoring the pain radiating through his body because the state that Lydia is in causes him more pain than any injuries ever could.

Cupping her face as he continues to watch the words tumble from her mouth, "Please do this for me. Please, for me. Okay? Please. I can't do this if you don't. Please do this for me. Please, if you don't- please." He cups her neck before bringing her to his shoulder, causing her to bury her face in his neck as she continues to plead with him.

"Okay." Feeling her tears wet his skin, "Okay." Pulling her closer to him while rubbing his hands up and down her back, "I'll do it." Feeling her fingers dig into his shoulders. "I'll do it. I'll do it. I promise." He murmured into her ear.