A/N: So, it started as a one-shot, but I felt like there needed to be a bit more and so, yeah… Hope you enjoy!

Inspired by and dedicated to The Most Assholic Guy in the Whole Damn Universe, My Cenpi, Master and Babe. In other words, it's inspired by and dedicated to my rock of stability and one of my best friends, Eric. Thanks for always being there, and I'm sorry I can't love you…

Song Used: Another Love by Tom Odell, Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab, Sarcasm by Get Scared

Another Love

There are many reasons as to why Lydia Martin should like Scott McCall. He's smart, kind and funny. He cares and worries about everyone. He has this awkwardly sexyness that goes against those puppy eyes, but it is funny since he also has that awkward cuteness about him.

And he can offer her a good life! Not just financially, but also emotionally and mentally. He can give her that stability, even in the crappy, supernatural life they have!

But she does not know if she can learn to love him as more than a friend. As more than a brother. Does not know if she can even have the capability love him like that! And the problem is not him; the problem is her.

The strawberry blonde truly wants to love him - he has given her so much! And Lydia… she does not know how to show Scott that she really wants to do so.

The banshee wants to sing to him, wants to sing a song that will be just theirs, but the only thing that will come out are high-pitched banshee wails. (That is what her vocal chords seem to produce now with so much death surrounding her.) And even if she could manage to sing to him, all of the songs that she knows and can sing by heart were sung to another heart.

Lydia wants to let him see her cry for him, but the tears can never come - all of her tears gone to another. And they will only capture the True Alpha's sadness because all her ripe-green eyes will show now is pain and guilt.

She wants to share secret places with him, share those places so that they can become their favorite spots. But she already has so many painful yet happy memories there since she has shared those secret places with another.

And it really sucks that she simply cannot find ways to express her emotions without remembering that guy. Without hurting Scott a bit more…

The Martin female knows that Scott will do everything to keep her safe; he has promised her this countless times, and if she is lost or missing, he will never stop looking for her - something that he has done so more times than she can even count. She knows that he will do anything. Even go as far as dying with his heart on the trigger! Just for her!

Lydia sighs. She is in her room right now, laying on her bed and looking up at the ceiling. Her strawberry blonde curls are spread around her head like a halo, lips slightly parted. Hands linked on top of her stomach.

Music plays from her stereo - some song by some foreign singer saying something giving everything just so the person can stay. It makes her want to roll her eyes, and she would. But her heart feels heavy in her chest, aches as she listens to the lyrics. Because she can totally relate.

Her eyelashes flutter. She bites her lip and closes her eyes as the memories come crashing down…

(Flashback)

She was sitting down in her mother's office, finishing the AP Bio homework. Her mom was out of school and getting them some lunch. Some soft tune was playing, and Lydia couldn't help but smile at what a romantic her mother was. She shook her head, golden fire hair swaying when the door opened.

Immediately, the banshee thought it was Scott or one of the Pack Members. Who else would it be, right? But when she looked up, she saw a male standing there.

He was taller than her, around Stiles' height. His hair was short, black, kinda like Stiles' except a bit puffy. His skin was the same color as Scott's, and his eyes were just fascinating.

"Ms. Martin?" the boy asked, gazing at her a bit confused. He probably thought that she was her mom…

Lydia arched a brow and pursed her lips. "I'm Miss Martin, not Ms. Martin," she corrected. "The Martin you are looking for is not here."

The boy's face was twisted in confusion. Lydia rolled her eyes.

"My mom isn't here," she clarified. The guy put on an 'oh' face. It only made the strawberry blonde roll her apple eyes again.

"Well, do you know when she's gonna come back?" the male asked.

The banshee glanced at her phone. "In a few minutes," she replied.

He nodded. "Um, do you think that I can a leave a message?"

Lydia shrugged. "I mean, she is going to be here in a bit, so… But if you're that desperate to leave, then yeah. " She shrugged again, and tilted her head. Looked up at him with her tender eyes, brow still arched.

For some odd reason, he smiled. "I'll wait," he said.

Lydia wanted to facepalm. "Well, you guys sure know how to change your minds and then blame girls for doing the same," she muttered beneath her breath, shaking her head. She extended her hand. "Lydia," she said.

He smiled. "Hunter." He took her hand into his bigger one. Sparks flew up her arm. Their eyes locked, apple green against dark, bronze eyes; her heart started to become a jackrabbit.

"It would be greatly appreciated if you could let go of my hand," she said calmly, proud that her voice did not waver.

The guy - Hunter - chuckled and let her hand go. He sat down and looked at her. She averted her gaze and returned to her homework.

"So, what homework are you doing?" he asked.

"AP Biology," she replied, not taking her eyes off of the paper. There was a tinge of superiority when he let out a low whistle.

"Damn," he muttered. "I feel like a slacker now."

"Why?" she asked. It is not like she cared. She just felt that it was polite to ask.

"Because I'm taking AP Physics," he said. She arched her brow again and glanced at him. "And the only reason I'm taking Physics is because I took the beginners course in freshman year."

She wanted to laugh. "You are a slacker," she told him.

"Why?" His face was slightly bemused.

"Because I took Physics in eighth grade, and then took AP Physics during freshmen year while taking honors biology." The strawberry blonde couldn't help smiling smugly at him.

Hunter was quiet. "When did you take the SAT? I took it junior year - not the practice one but the actual one."

Lydia laughed. "I took it freshmen year," she boasted, grinning.

"You are quite the girl, aren't you?" he muttered, as if thinking out loud, looking at her in wonder.

The banshee shrugged and opened her mouth to reply, but just as she was about to, the office door opened.

Natalie entered, struggling with the bag of Chinese food. "Hey, sweetie," she said breathlessly. Then she saw the teenage boy sitting across her daughter. The teen stood up. "Um, hello, Mr. Smith." A confused yet alarmed look thrown at Lydia. "Was I interrupting something?"

For some odd reason, Lydia wanted to say 'yes.' But she did not; just smiled at her mom.

"Oh, it is no bother, Ms. Martin," Hunter told the older Martin female. "I was just leaving."

Natalie stepped aside as the male went to the door. "Goodbye, Ms. Martin," he said as he turned. Then his bronze eyes met the younger strawberry blonde's. Her breath was immediately taken away. "Bye, Lydia." And just like that, the male walked out the door.

Lydia wasn't a hundred percent sure what the Hell had just happened. But she knew something had changed. And it should have somehow clicked into her mind that there would be pain. Because he left and didn't look back after saying her name. But it didn't click into her brain. Because she was trying to figure out what the Hell was going on.

Hunter twirled her around and around. The skirt of her dress lifted, fiery golden curls in the wind. Her face was red as she cracked up hard. He stopped twirling her and brought her clothes, his copper eyes trained on her face. She bit her lip, body trembling as she tried to regain her breath.

They were in one of her secret places - a nice meadow a mile or two from the lake house. She wasn't a hundred percent sure why she had taken him there, but it didn't matter. Because, honestly? In the whole four months she had known him, she still wasn't sure about anything that involved him.

"You really like that, don't you?" he teased as they swayed.

"No. I love it when you twirl me," she breathlessly confessed. He became quiet.

Red faced, the banshee looked up into his eyes. His gaze pierced into her.

The male whispered, "You love it when I twirl you?"

The curvy female nodded, heart beating really fast. The corners of his mouth turned upwards.

He whispered 'good' before lowering his face to hers. Lydia's already wide-green eyes widened even more - her breath was caught in her throat, mouth opened in a silent gasp. And then his lips, wet and surprisingly soft, captured hers in a tender kiss. If Lydia hadn't been hooked before, she as sure as Hell was now…

When he left, he left her in pain. The way they broke up was so painful, and really stupid! It was worse than it had been with Jackson and Aiden combined!

Lydia thought that Hunter was the different form the other teenage boys she knew. (Not including Scott or Stiles.) She had thought he was different, but she was so damn wrong!

Things between them started to change drastically. They started getting into arguments, especially when the Pack was involved. He always wanted to know why she was sometimes canceling dates, why she became quiet and then looked ready to cry, or why she acted weird sometimes. He demanded to know why. But it got worse after he saw her run into Scott's arms and cry.

She wanted to tell him about the supernatural crap in her life and that Scott helped her since he was her Alpha. But she couldn't. So instead, Lydia kept her mouth shut and swallowed the urge to scream a banshee wail.

And then he started hanging out with his ex again. Though it bothered her, Lydia said nothing. He didn't say anything about Stiles after he found out that the hyper male had been in love with her since the freaking third grade; and so she saw now need to bother him with her slight insecurities.

(Yeah, she was a freaking strong female. Hell! She was a banshee, always surrounded by death and she still remained strong! But, hey, she was human.)

After yet another freaky and traumatizing supernatural showdown, she was vulnerable. Didn;t want to go anywhere. But she still went to their usual meeting spot at school, wanting to be in his arms and kiss him. When she got there, though, she saw him with his ex, and her heart started to pound against her ribcage.

She stayed quiet, hearing the Voices in her head. And she wasn't sure whether those were her doubts or actual death warnings. But Lydia didn't care - all she knew was that she wanted to scream. And so she called her True Alpha and friend, knowing that he was the only one that could help her then.

In a flash, Scott was walking towards her. Lydia didn't even think twice before running into his arms. From the corner of her eye, she saw Hunter lean in and kiss his ex.

Betrayal and pain stabbed her multiple times.

She could not breathe.

Her heart broke in half.

Her bottom lip quivered.

Tears filled her ripe-green eyes.

The knot in her throat grew.

Lydia managed to draw air into her lungs.

The Wailing Woman screamed.

(End of Flashbacks)

Scott has always been there. After the break up, he held her so gentle and let her cry. He did not judge, just the tears and awful screaming to go on. He has picked up the pieces and has put her back together; has treated her like she is a piece of glass: fragile. Has taken lots of care for her…

Lydia has moved on from Hunter, the guy who made her cry bodies of ocean water. The douchebag that made her cry - made her cry enough to forever end droughts! But that does not mean she is ready to start putting herself out there and start dating. She is not ready to take it there - not yet. And she really wishes she were ready.

But the thing she isn't ready. The beautiful strawberry blonde will be - just not now. Because she has been hurt deeply. Multiple times now!

And the McCall male understands. And even though he knows that her heart is taken by another, he will keep fighting for her. Will keep being the soldier of love that she needs. And, no matter what, Scott will die with his heart on the trigger.