fic request: anonymous asked AU stiles (+ pack/he and malia broke up after mexico) rescuing lydia from eichen house, maybe seeing her getting electrocuted by the guards? thank you


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17 Days Ago

Stiles looked ahead at the road, his thumbs drumming against the steering wheel, the only sound being the heavy rain thrashing against the jeep's windshield. He glanced around, unable to stay focused on the simple task of driving considering what he'd done just months ago, but what still felt like yesterday. He could still remember the sound, the feel of Donovan's blood slipping through his fingers.

He snapped back to reality when his phone buzzed, signaling a text. Evaluating the deserted road ahead of him, he slowed down a little before glancing at the message from Scott asking him to call when he got the chance. Taking a deep breath, Stiles dialed the number he memorized long ago and lifted the phone to his ear. The call barely got past the second ring before a figure jumped out of nowhere into the road right in front of the jeep. Eyes widening, he yanked the wheel to the left, narrowly avoiding the figure before sliding in a patch of particularly wet road. The jeep jolted, Stiles quickly losing control as it began spinning before teetering on its side wheels and flipping. The car rolled a few times before stopping upside down.

"Stiles? Stiles, what happened? STILES?!" Scott yelled through the phone having heard the accident. But his yells fell on deaf ears as Stiles laid motionless hanging halfway out of his jeep.


Present Day

Standing in the living room of the McCall house, Stiles paced back and forth, biting his thumbnail as he fidgeted with a loose string from his sweatshirt with his other hand. He continued to pace as he lightly scratched low on his right side, what's left of his stitches still irritating him.

"Stiles, you need to calm down. This can't be good for you; you've barely been out of the hospital for a week."

"Calm down? Calm down, Scott? How can I possibly calm down when Lydia is in freaking Eichen House!" he explained, his voice raising with each word, arms and hands gesturing wildly.

Scott took a deep breath, leveling his best friend with a look, begging for him to relax. "We'll get her out, I promise."

A bitter laugh bubbled past the frantic boy's lips, although he didn't halt his movements. "You promise? What are your promises worth anymore? Everything has gone wrong, Scott. Malia is gone, searching through the Mexican desert for her assassin coyote mother. Kira left to try to get control of her demonic glowing fox tendencies. Theo is a bad guy, then again I already knew that but did anyone listen to me? No, only when he jumped in front of my jeep and almost killed me! Parrish is burning bodies in his sleep and giving power to the nemeton. The dread doctors messed with Liam, and he attacked you! And I -" he stopped his rant, taking a deep breath and staring down at his feet.

"I killed Donovan. I killed someone, Scott, and I can never take that back. And now… Now Lydia has been in Eichen House for 16 days with God knows what being done to her! So why don't you tell me, what exactly is your plan here?!" Stiles fell back onto the couch, leaning his elbows forward onto his knees as he rested his face in his hands. After taking a few calming breaths, he glanced up at his best friend with apologetic eyes, "I'm… I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that outburst; I know you're trying your best."

"No, you're right. Stiles, I know that things have been really bad. And I know that it's my fault, that I've failed the pack. But I will not fail Lydia. We're getting her back. Tonight."


17 Days Ago

Lydia shot straight up in her bed in a cold sweat, a blood curdling scream erupting from deep in her throat. The scream was one of the longest she'd ever had, lasting for almost an entire minute. When the sound finally died on her lips, she slowly opened her eyes that were rapidly shedding thick, hot tears. Taking a stuttering breath, the only sound she could make was the faint whisper of a single name. "Stiles."

Quickly throwing on some decent clothing, she ran downstairs dialing Scott's phone number. He answered on the first ring, voice sounding frantic. "Lydia?"

"Scott, it's Stiles. Something's wrong, I can feel it." She grabbed her keys, running to her car and starting it up.

"Lydia, I know. He was in an accident in the jeep. He's in surgery. It's bad, Lydia. Really bad. You should come to the hospital."

Lydia felt her heart stop at the thought that the feeling hadn't been just a feeling, but a prediction. That Stiles was going to die tonight. Barely muttering an 'okay' to Scott, she hung up and drove, oblivious to the familiar glazing over of her eyes as she entered into a trance.


Present Day

Scott broke the lock easily, eyes red as he turned back towards Stiles. He nodded, signaling for his best friend to go in first and quickly following behind the alpha as he tightened his grip on the metal baseball bat. They continued down the dark, empty hallway towards the underground floor that they knew kept supernatural creatures. Around the corner stood a guard, pacing slightly in front of a door. Scott shot out his arms, stopping Stiles from moving any closer before sneaking up close enough behind the guard to plunge a syringe full of animal tranquilizer, courtesy of Deaton, into the exposed skin on his neck. Holding onto him, Scott slowly eased the man onto the ground as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Stiles stepped out from around the corner, eyes shifting between the man on the floor, his best friend, and the keypad-locked door. "Okay, the guard with the password to the door is unconscious. What now?"

Scott couldn't stop the easy smile from tugging at his lips. "Now we save Lydia," he explained before breaking the knob clean off and ripping the door open.


17 Days Ago

Scott sat outside in the waiting room of the hospital, hands wringing together as he silently worried about the fate of his best friend. Things had been falling apart all around him, but if he lost his best friend - his brother - he didn't know what he would do. Hearing his name being called, he looked up to see his mom moving through the swinging double doors, having just come from the operating room.

He stood and rushed to Melissa, "Mom, what's going on? Is he okay?"

"He has a few broken ribs, a twisted ankle, a large gash on his side, and some severe internal bleeding. Scott, he flat-lined on the table. We got him back and he's in the ICU now, but he was dead for several minutes. There's a chance, a small chance, that he might not wake up."

Scott shook his head in denial, heading towards the ICU to see his brother, "He'll wake up." And Stiles did, later that night. And the next day, when he found out about what happened to Lydia, he wished he hadn't.


Lydia didn't realize where she was until she turned off her car and headed towards what she thought was the hospital, but what turned out to be Eichen House. She took in her surroundings, the rain falling steadily around her, confusion etched on her features as she looked around. Hearing a noise, Lydia whirled around with her fists up, ready to fight just like Jordan had taught her, but she wasn't fast enough. She shrieked, pain shooting into her side as a taser coursed electricity through her veins. Her eyes fluttered shut as another bolt jolted through her body and everything faded to black.

When she woke up, she didn't know how much time had passed but was laying down, her wrists shackled to a bed in what she quickly recognized as the inside of an Eichen House room. Her head thrashed from side to side, searching for something to help escape as she frantically tried to free her wrists and legs. Lydia heard the door open and close, and suddenly a syringe was plunged into her neck, injecting her with an unknown drug that immediately caused the figure to blur and her mind to feel light and fuzzy. "Stiles… Please. I have to get to Stiles…," she muttered incoherently.

The figure chuckled, gently stroking his fingers against her cheek. "You're too late. Stiles is dead. But you know that already, don't you? You predicted it. You felt it. What was it like to feel him die? Did it hurt? Because this will." Another shock jolted through her, her body jerking and constricting against the restraints. A single tear fell from the corner of her eye, racing down her cheek as her eyes glossed over and everything faded away.


Present Day

Stiles ran through the hallway, maneuvering between the unconscious bodies that Scott left in his wake. As he neared the end of the hallway, he saw a door and his entire world stopped when he heard a scream, a scream that he'd heard before from the lips of the only girl he's ever truly loved. Hand flying to the doorknob, he looked through the security glass window to see her; thrashing in a bed against her bound wrists and ankles, white lightning bolts visible at the base of the machine attached to her strawberry blonde head.

Everything around him faded away, the grunts of the men Scott was fighting landing on deaf ears as all he heard and saw was Lydia. His Lydia. Stiles felt nothing but anger course through him as he backed away, tightening his hold on the bat until his knuckles turned white. With one perfectly placed swing, he took the door handle clean off and kicked the door open. Dr. Valak turned to him with wide eyes before Stiles lunged, hitting him with the bat repeatedly. The older man was knocked out almost immediately but Stiles couldn't stop hitting, thinking about the way his hands had been on Lydia, hurting her with that horrible machine. He heard his name faintly being called from behind him but he couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop.

Swinging his arm back once more, he was stopped by Scott's hand closing around his wrist. "Stiles, stop! This isn't you!" Scott shouted.

"Maybe it is now! He deserves it Scott, you see what he's done to her!" he exclaimed, eyes wide and frantic.

"And if you do this, then you're no better than him!"

Stiles took a deep breath, looking between Scott and the bleeding man beneath him. It didn't matter, he didn't want to stop. He wanted to kill this disgusting man that dared to hurt the most perfect, innocent girl in the world, and he was perfectly prepared to do so when…

"Stiles?"

Both boys' heads snapped towards their friend that laid a few feet away and had begun to stir. Stiles dropped the bat and ran towards Lydia, unbuckling the restraints on her ankles then her wrists, gently cradling her face with his palms.

"Lydia! Lyds? Can you hear me? You're okay, we've got you. You're safe now." Stiles reassured as he banded one arm around her shoulders and the other underneath her knees, lifting her up into his arms. She turned her face into his chest, rubbing her tear stained cheek into the soft fabric of his plaid button down.

"You're alive… I… I thought you were dead… I felt you die and I never got to… Got to tell you that I love…" she muttered, speaking in fragments as she drifted into unconsciousness.

Stiles began to move, following Scott back through Eichen House to safety, and he pressed his lips to the crown of her hair as he lightly stroked his hand up and down her back. "Shh, Lydia. It's okay. You're okay," he reassured, voice soft.

"You… You saved me. You're always saving me…," Lydia's voice faded as the world around her turned black, the only reassurance that she was still alive being the slow but steady thrumming of her pulse under Stiles' fingers wrapped around her wrist.

"Of course, Lyds. I love you. And I'll always save you," Stiles promised as he and Scott made their way out of this hell hole and started towards the hospital. Stiles knew that Lydia would be okay. She would be okay, Kira would come home, they would catch the bad guys like they always did, and everything would be okay again. As long as he had her in his arms, everything would be okay.