Stiles collasped on the bed. His room was a mess, his dad had searched through it for evidence to we he'd gone. He rolled over onto his back and stared up and the ceiling racking his brain for a way out of this dilemma.

Someone knocked on the door,"dad I already told you I'm fine," Stiles called out angrily.

They knocked again and this time he jumped up to open the door,"dad I told yo-."

Lydia was standing in the doorway, he makeup was smugged and her lips were trembling.

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were..." Stiles trailed off before stepping aside welcoming her into his room.

He sunk down onto his unmade bed and stared up at her, before awkwardly turning away and staring into the corner where he'd left all her birthday presents. She followed his gase to the corner.

"Stiles why do you have womens jewellery?"

"Uh well, I like to accessorise?" It came out as more of a question then a statement.

Lydia turned to stare at Stiles curiously,"well I didn't know what to get you for your birthday so I just bought a whole bunch of stuff, I was going to return whatever I didn't give you."

"A flat screen t.v?"

"Ah well, I was definitely going to return that."

"Hmm."

"Ah Lydia, I don't mean to be rude but why did you come here."

"Jackson," Lydia whispered, just hearing his name causing Stiles to deflate like a balloon.

"Of course," Stiles muttered underneath his breath.

"I can s-save him," Lydia's voice wobbled as she spoke.

"No, it's too dangerous, you could get hurt."

"I-I don't care."

"But I do Lydia, don't you see, if you get hurt I'm will be devasted."

"How do think I would feel standing at your funeral wondering how I meant live my life without you."

Lydia stood still for a moment, her mouth open in shock, before she turned on her heel and left the room. Stiles sighed and fell back onto his bed, back where he started. But soon he heard someone's footsteps coming up the hallway.

"Lydia?" Stiles called down the hallway hopefully.

"No, just me," Slyvia stepped into his room,"sorry to disappoint."

"Oh, well this isn't a great time."

"Okay, bur Scott wanted me to te-" she was cut off by Stiles.

"I said this isn't a good time," Stiles put more emphasis into his words, opening the door for her to leave.

Slyvia looked curiously over at the presents stacked in the corner,"who're they for?"

"Lydia," Stiles said bitterly thinking back to their previous conversation.

"Right."

Slyvia left without another word.