Another 500 word drabble prompt, this one is from worldofchances2giveu on tumblr - Stiles and Lydia end up falling asleep in each other's arms and someone catches them.

So this ended up a wee bit longer than just 500 words (surprise surprise), but I don't think anyone is going to complain ;)

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Red and blue.

That's all Stiles could see as he opened his eyes, blinking away the sleep that still clouded them. Where was he again? The last thing he remembered was pouring over more case files he had pilfered from his dad and doing what he seemed to do more than anything else these days: research. He yawned as he moved to stretch his cramped arms when he felt resistance. There was something on his arm.

Suddenly he froze as he remembered. Stiles hadn't been researching by himself, his now familiar spunky research partner had been there too. His red haired partner. Stiles slowly opened his eyes and as they adjusted to the darkness of his bedroom, he could just make out Lydia's strawberry blonde hair on his blue sheets right in front of his face. He tentatively pulled his head back, fully taking in the situation he now found himself in.

Lydia's head was resting on his right arm as she laid curled up against him, asleep, one arm thrown over his chest and her legs tangled around his own. Stiles swallowed thickly as his mind went into overload. What the hell had happened? Well, obviously they had both been tired from recent events and pulling yet another all night 'figure out the latest big bad' session had been a poor idea, judging by the fact that they had passed out on top of the papers they had been study. On his bed. Together.

Stiles craned his neck to catch sight of the glowing numbers of his alarm clock. It was only 1:08am. He almost scoffed that he automatically thought one o'clock in the morning was 'early' now. Obviously they all needed to get more sleep, perhaps before they ended up passing out next time. Squinting, he reached over to his bedside lamp and switched it off, the room going dark as he pondered his next move, looking down at the girl in his arms.

As Stiles continued to wrack his brain for ideas on what to do next (he couldn't honestly just go back to sleep, could he? Should he try and get up without waking her or should he wake her up first and not risk getting caught trying to sneak away?), his bedroom door suddenly burst open. The sudden influx of light from the hallway caused Stiles to grimace and throw his free hand over his eyes.

"Stiles, there you are! I've been calling you for hours, we-"

Stiles squinted at the figure in his doorway for a few moments before he was able to determine who was standing there. It was Scott, standing with his mouth open and eyes wide, having stopped in the middle of his tirade in shock at the scene before him. Crap.

Scott's mouth quickly closed into a smirk, a look that clearly said 'I am never going to let you hear the end of this' covering his face. "And what's going on in here?" he asked slyly, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Stiles groaned, silently cursing his luck. "Uh, nothing, we, uh, we were just, um, looking over some things, ya know, trying to figure out the latest mess we've found ourselves in and, uh, we just… fell asleep," he tried, his face growing hot as he watched his best friend's smirk grow with every stuttered word. "Nothing happened," he insisted, though on second thought he wasn't sure why he was so adamant about Scott knowing that.

"Suuuuure," Scott laughed, shaking his head in amusement, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Stiles.

Scott's laughter caused Lydia to stir and Stiles froze, fearing what she would do and say when she found herself in his arms. As she slowly blinked her eyes open and raised her head he hoped his death would be quick and painless.

Lydia glanced up at Stiles first, then twisted her head to look to the source of the offending light now streaming into the room. After a moment, much to both the boys' surprise, she lowered her head back down onto Stiles' arm and snuggled closer to his chest. "Tired now. More sleep," she murmured, closing her eyes.

Scott and Stiles locked eyes across the room in pure shock, neither knowing what to do or say. Stiles recovered first and shot his friend a grin before he too settled back onto the bed, hesitating only a second before placing his free hand on top of Lydia's on his chest. "I guess we'll see you tomorrow Scott," he said cheekily before he too closed his eyes, the grin never leaving his face.

Scott stood there dumbstruck for an entire minute before he slowly backed out of the room and softly shut the door. "About time," he muttered, shaking his head as he left.