Don't Leave Me – Lydia fic.

"Don't just stare at me slack-jawed! What the Hell is going on around here?" Lydia's voice is filled with desperation, like a child who can't even tell which way is up anymore. Tears run down her face. So much for not wanting anyone to see her cry.

Stiles is the first to speak, "Lydia, I-I'll explain everything right now."
"Stiles I don't-"
"Shut up Scott. You haven't been much help tonight, so don't even try to act like you know what's best for Lydia." He moves to the strawberry blonde's side and embraces her against his chest, pushing a lock of hair from her face. "I won't leave you this time Lydia, I promise. First thing in the morning we can-"
"No, you're letting me in on the situation right now. Well, as soon as you drive me home that is, I'm not setting another foot inside Scott's house."

"Fine by me," Scott says huffily. Stiles shoots him a death glare he thought Derek only capable of. "Let me take you home Allison." They make their departure leaving only Derek, Lydia, and Stiles standing outside Scott's house.

It seems to Stiles that Derek is wearing an almost-apologetic face, "Lydia. Sorry for, well you'll know soon enough..."

Stiles holds the door to Lydia's living room open for her, keeping one hand just on her elbow as she leads him upstairs. To her bedroom he realizes, he'd never take advantage of her like this though. Lydia sits on the edge of her bed, fighting tears to look strong like always. "Well, are you going to stand there or are you going to explain why we just almost got 'burglarized', and why Allison did-whatever she did-to that Erica chick?"

Here goes nothing. He sits next to Lydia and dares take her hand in his. With a deep breath and trying his best not to sound hysterical Stiles explains all about werewolves, the Kanima, the Argents (wishing Allison had been there to go into her own family's details), and why Allison paralyzed Erica. All the while as he spoke Lydia said nothing. She just sat next to him, eyes growing wider, and grip growing tighter on his hand. "So, um, any questions then?" Stiles asks, knowing his explanation was all over the place and a lot to take in at once.
"No," Lydia just looks completely frazzled at this influx of supernatural information, "not yet anyway."

"Uh, do you want me to call your mom and go then or..?" Stiles is afraid to leave her alone, the immediate danger being over but even left alone Lydia was in danger. From her own mind.

"Don't!" And she gripped Stiles' arm as if he were her only comfort, maybe he was.

"I'm not going anywhere Lydia, even if you wanted me to." He gently tugs his arm free and wraps it around her back, trying to comfort her. A great feat for someone who has to process all the information he's just thrown at her.

Lydia felt guilty waking up hours later. Somehow she and Stiles had ended up falling asleep on her bed. Lydia hadn't slept so well in weeks as she had nuzzled into the side of this lovesick boy. It wasn't right to lead him on, especially after what happened with Jackson. She laid a kiss on his cheek and a broad smile spread across his face. I should let him sleep, is the excuse she gave herself to remain at his side. The real reason though was that she was afraid Stiles would leave if he woke up. He'd realize just how much baggage she had and leave her just like Jackson did. Jackson! It was so easy to forget about everyone else when she curled into this boy, this only complicated things.

Then again, how much more complicated could things be than having been almost killed by a pack of werewolves who doubled as her classmates? It was this thought that allowed Lydia to cuddle back into Stiles' side and fall asleep again.