"Stiles.. Stiles are you in there? Helloo? Stiles?" Stiles felt a hand skim across his arm and start to softly shake him, "Stiles, you sleep like the dead. It's Lydia, come on wake up! Earth to Stiles!"
"Lydia..," Stiles breathed out, voice filled with sleep. "LYDIA? What the hell are you doing here?" he shrieked, while jutting out of bed, sending the sheets flying every which way. After a quick check over the state of himself, he thanked God he had decided to wear boxers to bed tonight.
"Not exactly the reaction I expected, when I decided to come over to your house at three in the morning," Lydia stated, as she jumped backed toward the door, "But now that we've both almost had a heart attack, I bet you're dying to know why I'm here."
Stiles cleared his throat, trying to pick up some of his manhood he had dropped, when he had squealed like a girl. During the time it took for him to sit up, and whip the sleep out of his eyes, Stiles carried out an assessment of Lydia. She was wearing silky pajamas, pink in color, with her hair pulled back in a sloppy bun. Although she had a smirk on her face, Stiles could see in her eyes, she was anxious, and the underneath of her eyes gave dead hints that she was exhausted.
"Back up a second, before we even get to why you're here, how are you here? My dad installed a security system earlier this week, top of the line! The box promised no one, not even a mouse, would be lurking after we installed the bad boy." After all the murders around Beacon Hills, his dad was encouraging the residents to invest in security, and being the Sherriff he thought it would be good to set an example. Little did he know, no amount of security would be strong enough to hold back those who were running rampant around town.
"Simple. I put in the code." She responded with a roll of her eyes, as if he should have known that, "It's not that hard Stiles don't look so impressed. And you, of all people, should know how pointless a security system is."
"I may know that, but my dad sure the hell doesn't. He thinks we have some lunatic-" Stiles chuckled at his bad pun and continued, "-psycho human running around killing all these people. Not an animal with fangs, claws, strength that would rival Chuck Norris, and oh- who just so happens to have a part-time gig as a human. Not exactly the easiest thing to notify him of."
And now after tonight, his dad would be facing even more questions, and instead of getting closer to answers he desperately was chasing, he would be drifting farther away from the truth. When Stiles arrived at the pool tonight, a crushing weight had fallen on his chest. Heather was still missing, and finding a dead body didn't exactly promise rainbows and princess in the near future. Instead, it led him to her dead body, in the Beacon Hills Hospital morgue. The moment Ms. McCall indicated the dead female body, Stiles knew. As soon as he got back home, he locked himself in his room. Before facing his dad, before facing Scott, before facing anyone, he needed a moment to just face himself. Twenty minutes passed as he sat on his bed, staring at his wall, but seeing nothing at all. When he was done feeling sorry for himself, he called and left Scott a voicemail, telling him about his human sacrifice realization. Then numbly got undressed, laid down in bed, and prayed for sleep to come. His body caved under the stress and exhaustion and he was out. Until a voice, coming straight from his dreams, caused him to awake.
"But back to you, what are you doing here?" Stiles asked Lydia, while scooting over in his bed, to make room so she could sit.
Lydia's face turned serious now, as she slowly walked across Stiles' room, and sat next to him. The humor of the last minute had vanished, and was replaced with a dark and serious undercurrent. "When I sent you out of my room earlier, I thought I'd be okay. After all I've seen in the last few months, what's one more dead body right? But as soon as I closed my eyes, every detail came back to me. Well not every detail, considering I don't even know how the hell I got to the pool, but you know what I mean," Lydia was quivering, but anger was starting to fill her voice, "How the hell did this become our lives, Stiles? We're only human. How much more of this can we take?" As she finished, her head sank into her hands, and Stiles could hear her trying to contain her tears.
Stiles moved closer to Lydia, placed his hand on her back, and started moving it in slow circles, "It's going to be okay. We'll figure it out. We'll stop it. With you, the town super genius, in the loop, we'll probably be laughing about this all next week,"
Lydia looked up, one eye brow raised, "Like you really believe that. I may be new to the supernatural, but as you said I'm a genius, and I know this isn't going to be solved with a few snaps of my wrist. This is too big for us." Stiles sighed, and Lydia took it as an admission, that what she was saying is true. "That's what I thought, but I didn't come here to whine about it, I just, I couldn't be alone. Not after tonight. Is it okay if I stay, here, with you?"
Stiles cleared his throat, which resulted in him becoming more tongue tied, and he started having a coughing attack. Lydia watched him, a slow smile starting to spread on her face. After finally recovering, Stiles responded, "Is that really a question? Of course you can stay here, anytime, door is always open, just think of it as an open door policy, easy access, no need to ask, I'm rambling aren't I? I'll just shut it now. My mouth I mean, not the door. Door is still open.. as I said."
Five minutes later, Lydia was lying in his bed. Lydia Martin. Lying. In his bed. Although the circumstances weren't exactly conventional, she was there none the less. Stiles lay on the far side of the bed, trying not to touch or disturb her. He didn't want her to think he couldn't control himself, he knew she was there just as a friend. Friends laid in the same bed together right?
"Stiles," Lydia spoke for the first time since lying down, "this is your bed, and you don't have to be laying on an inch of it. Anyways, I didn't come here to lay by myself; I could do that at home. So man up, and come over here." Stiles mouth dropped. Well okay, he had read that situation wrong. He awkwardly repositioned until they were spooning, but now he didn't know where to put his hand. Was over her waist going too far? But before he could worry anymore about it, Lydia reached back and pulled his hand over her body, and laced her fingers into his. Stiles laid there in shock for what seemed like forever, reveling in the fact that Lydia had decided to come to him tonight. When Lydia spoke again, her voice was slow and calm, "Even when I decided to come here earlier, I didn't think I'd be able to sleep tonight. Now I actually feel myself drifting. Thanks, for letting me stay.. for coming tonight when I called.. for always looking out for me." Not five seconds later, Lydia's breathing was even and peaceful, soundly asleep. With her lying under his arm, Stiles felt her calm seep into him, and soon he was drifting back into slumber.
Hours later, Wannabe by the Spice Girls, started blaring, notifying Stiles that Scott was calling. Disoriented, Stiles started flailing around searching for his phone. Usually it was somewhere in his bed, but instead of a plush pillow, his hand was connecting with something solid. Suddenly everything rushed back into his mind. He was wide awake now, and staring down at Lydia's sleeping form. In sleep, she looked utterly serene, like an angel. With Wannabe still playing, Stiles finally spotted his phone on his nightstand. Problem was, the night stand was on the opposite side of the bed. Not wanting to wake Lydia, Stiles overextended his body, reaching for the phone. Just as his hand connected with his phone, Lydia bolted straight up, with a gasp. Still needing to answer the phone, Stiles grabbed the phone and fell back on his side of the bed.
As soon as he picked up the phone Scott began talking, "Stiles what's going on, I've called you about ten times in the past hour. I got your message, human sacrifices? How do you figure that?"
"Oh you know, just came to my overactive brain. I read a lot! But anyways, I need to show you the bodies, so you can understand what I mean." Stiles responded, while looking over at Lydia. She was already standing, and looking for her shoes.
"I need to swing by my house to clean up a bit, but then I'll be over to pick you up. Give me a half hour." Scott told Stiles.
"Right now's not really a good time-" Stiles started to respond but Lydia started shaking her head, indicating that she wanted him to go, "Um.. well never mind, okay yeah that's fine." After a quick goodbye, Stiles hung up the phone.
Now that they were facing each other in the daylight, awkwardness struck Stiles. Lydia on the other hand seemed back to her normal self. "Do you see my slippers anywhere? I'm supposed to be at Allison's in fifteen minutes. She thinks I need to learn how to use a bow. Why I need to know, when I can just hire her as my body guard, I don't know." While talking she had found her slippers halfway under the bed, and was already heading towards the door.
"Lydia, wait!" As Stiles screamed, she stopped in her tracks, with her hand on the doorknob.
As she turned around, Stiles could see that, although her voice sounded peppy, she was far from fine. "Stiles, I appreciate you letting me stay here last night, but Scott needs you, Allison's expecting me, and I need to suck it up. I'm a big girl, if you didn't know. I should be able to handle this on my own," Stiles opened his mouth, about to object but Lydia cut him off, "Stiles, really. I'm going to go. I'd say have a good time, but considering you're going to look at dead bodies, I think fun is ruled out." At this she waved and started walking out of his room, midway down the hallway though, she tracked back to his room, and pulled him into a hug. Stiles leaned his head on top of hers, holding her in place. Too soon, Lydia was backing away. She gave him a small grin, and with that was gone. Leaving Stiles to wonder what the hell had just happened.