Lydia was slowly discovering that there were hidden aspects of being a Banshee, and she wasn't entirely certain what to do about her discoveries.

So far, she knew that she was capable of locating dead bodies (she'd figured that out the hard way), hearing voices that weren't there (which made people think she was either schizophrenic or a psychic), predicting death via her trance state and ear piercing scream (thankfully Derek hadn't permanently died), being able to direct the power of her scream to battle opponents (thank you Canaan for that discovery), and now this….

Her and Liam's run-in with the Ghost Rider had shown her another aspect that she had never once thought possible.

For all the fear that the pack associated with her abilities (hello, she predicted death), Lydia never once thought that there would be other monsters out there that wouldn't fear her.

In the case of the Ghost Riders, it was quite the opposite.

They didn't fear her, they held her in reverence. They didn't see Lydia Martin or The Banshee, they just saw Her, as she was, two sides melded into one teenage girl…barely an adult. Hell, they didn't even see the teenage girl, they just saw the still growing, but already powerful young Banshee…and they were in awe.

Lydia was precious to them…and if the moment in the tunnels was anything to go by….the Rider's would never willingly hurt her.

The Ghost Rider's revered her…but it was also never that simple. And because her life was always freaking complicated, Lydia was going to use that reverence to protect that rest of pack to the best of her ability.

Worst case scenario, she had yet another band of protectors. She'd add them to the list. Best case scenario….she could use their refusal to hurt her against them. The pack's current battle with the Rider's was over, but that didn't mean they wouldn't be back.

She was Lydia Martin, genius level IQ, Banshee to the pack belonging to Scott McCall. If there was anyone that could figure out how to use the Rider's to the pack's advantage, it would be her. If there was anyone that could figure out how to contact the Rider's to make a deal…it would be her.

There had been a lull in the air after the battle with the Rider's and Lydia's Banshee instincts were telling her that there was something big coming; the pack was going to need as much help as possible. Not only to keep everyone alive, but to keep Beacon Hills from being razed to the ground.

Beacon Hills was her home, as was the pack, and she would do everything in her power to keep them safe.

Lydia also refused to end up like Lenore, being the only Banshee left in a ghost town holding onto dead memories.

She would not be the only one left.

Lydia had stopped playing dumb a long time ago. Instinct and past experience told her to use the Ghost Rider's reverence towards her to her advantage, and she had stopped denying her instincts after their English teacher had tried to murder her.

Trouble was coming and Hell hath no fury like a tiny, red-headed, genius level IQ Banshee that had multiple supernatural connections in protective mode.

Authors Note: It has taken me quite a while to post another chapter in this story. I'm not sure if this follows the first one or not, whatever works with you. Still not sure at this point if it's going to be full of one shots or full of unplanned connected chapters. I don't have any notes on this story, just little ideas that pop into my head that won't go away. Once again, thank you all for your support of my stories. It means so much to me :) I know it's on the short side, but lately that's all that's been coming out of the mind :(

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