Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, which is probably good since I would destroy it with my ships.
"Uhm, what?" Stiles shakily inquired, voice rising steadily in pitch, as he ran long hands through medium length brown hair.
"Mate." Was the simple reply, tone implying this was a seemingly obvious fact. Before Stiles could even mentally form a response, he was taken into the air by long muscular arms, cradled to a broad firm chest. He released another not-squeak, and began to push slightly sway from the chest.
"Things are going a bit fast for me. How about you bring me to dinner, or take me for a walk on the beach before we really decide on this whole 'mates' thing, okay? I need to be wooed before I commit to anything!" Apparently choosing to ignore Stiles- not all that surprising Jackson considered- he chose to instead acquaint himself with Stiles neck, rubbing in his nose and inhaling deeply, letting out a contented purr.
"Okay, so we're not gonna listen then? Are you sure?" the mole speckled boy asked, pleading itching into his tone. Still, his comment was dismissed. He sighed, stilling in the boys grasp with a great hesistance.
"Fine, have it your way, but I'm not enjoying to this in any way, so I hope you know you're making your mate" Stiles threw quotes around the word mate "-unhappy, and it's on your head mister!"
"Mate unhappy? Why? Mate is with me!" He questioned arrogantly. Hmm even in his primal state Jackson is self absorbed, some things apparently never change about a person. Stiles thought amusedly. Getting comfortable reluctantly, he relaxed into the warm embrace. Tracing patterns into the powdery dirt, he let his boredom overcome him. Then suddenly as the omega was making patterns into the ground, an idea sprang to him.
Scooping the sand like substance into his hand, he flung the dirt directly into the bright red eyes of his captor, dirt clogging long golden wisps of hair. Without giving the alpha time to react, he sprinted out of his cave, into the dark murky night, darkened the more by overshadowing trees. Grinning triumphantly he kept going and going, getting as far from the cave as he could. Though the excitement lessened as he heard a roar of frustration and anguish in the distance, sending a pang of guilt through him. But he had no time to dwell on it currently, so he just tried to bask in the relief he had left, and continue running. He finally stopped at a tree thick with goliage and branches. One where he could see out, but couldn't be seen, perfect. He relaxed into the tree, exhuasted, and allowed his mind to wander. Jackson's roar had seemed so upset Stiles thought maybe he did actually you know… care about me. Maybe I even hurt him. What if I did? Even more so, ehat if I had stayed, maybe I could have even enjoy- truly realizing his train of thought, Stiles immediately cut it off. Refusing to let those thought cloud his mind, he cleared his head, and shut his eyes, willing dreams to take over, and distracting himself with thoughts of him, Lydia, what their kids would look like...
Just at the brink of sleep, he stiffened and was jostled into life by the sound of running, and grass rustling. Scurrying over to the edge of the branch, he stared out inspecting his surroundings.
What he saw made his blood run cold. Lydia, pinning an omega to a tree, and biting them fearcely in the neck, officially claiming them as her one and only mate. Forever. A strong distraught wave washed over him. Feeling his eyes prick with tears, he scrambled off the tree as fast as his long legs would allow him, never looking back, just running. When he couldn't bear running anymore, he fell behind a bush, shaking and gasping. Thoughts ran through his head like Lydia, alone, forever, love, and Jackson. His last clear thought in the blur of his mind was I'm going to be alone forever, just like dad. and then the panic attack finally fully set in. Eventually the struggle was fading out, and he was falling asleep, the dark weight not leaving him even in his dreams.
Little did he know of the nearby eyes glowing in the darkness.
Authors Note: Christ on a cracker, this is way darker than I thought it would be! (don't worried though, it's definitely not forever, the fluff is coming. :3) Okay, so a lovely reviewer mentioned that they wanted my story to be on tumblr, and if by chapter 3 my story gets 10 followers total, (only two more followers to go!) I will make a tumblr where I put my fan fiction and possibly even fanart. Anyway, feel free to give anyway opinions, please don't flame, but if you do it's okay because I'll use the fire to roast marshmallows. No matter what day your reading this, have a wonderful day!
-Sinner
P.S. Question of the day: Who do you want Lydia to be paired with?
