Author's Note: I've used the season finale to help me get a strong start for the story. I want to make the relationship between them seem real and not rushed. This should be the last chapter that follows along with the show. From now on the plot will be more based on Stiles and Lydia and how they have to deal with this mess as well as whatever is going on between them. Once season three come on and if the story is still going I might use stuff from the show and tie it into the story. Just depends, we'll see when we get there; we still have a long wait unfortunately. Like I said before reviews are much appreciated and welcomed! Enjoy chapter three! :)
They were sitting in Stiles' Jeep just outside of the warehouse where the action was occurring. She was scared, but she knew it was what was needed to be done. Now she knew more of what was going on. Now things made more sense than they did, not necessarily good sense, but more. In all honesty though she was just glad she knew the truth now. Even if she didn't get the whole truth yet, she knew and trusted that Stiles would tell her as soon as he could.
"So are we just going to walk in there or what?" She asked, impatiently assuming he had some sort of plan in mind. He liked that she asked him what the plan was, he felt like he was always the one asking that question. He hoped she would be impressed with whatever plan he came up with. And she looked nervous he wanted his plan to reassure her that everything would go smoothly even if he wasn't sure of that himself.
"I'm going to run into that wall, hopefully we'll hit something. Or at least make a distraction."
"Run into the wall?!" She asked, wishing they really could just walk in casually.
"I've been here before, the wall isn't that strong." He knew it wasn't the best idea, but it was the best he could come up with in this short amount of time. The wall really was weak, but still the idea was fairly idiotic. He looked at her. She looked terrified. The wall was one thing but he could tell she was more worried about what was going to happen inside of the warehouse.
"Alright. Okay. Can we just do it and get it over with?" she said squinting her eyes, hoping she wouldn't see what was about to happen next.
"Uh yeah." He said putting his hand on the gear shift. Lydia, without thinking, quickly put her hand over his. It sent a chill up his spine; much like the kiss on his cheek did earlier. He could feel her shaking. She was scared; it was weird considering he always figured she was fearless by the way she acted at school. Now he knew better.
"Oh, sorry." She said beginning to move her hand away. He must have been staring at her with an odd look on his face. It was probably his shocked face; it probably scared the crap out of her.
"No, trust me its okay." He smiled reassuringly. She put her hand back on his and the Jeep ran full force into the warehouse wall. The vehicle was covered in wall debris when it completely rammed into the Kanima. Lydia screamed, but that was to be expected. But then again Stiles also screamed. "Okay I think we should get out" He said as calmly as he could, while gesturing towards the passenger door. She exited as quickly as possible as he followed. She was terrified. She was so scared she could barely remember what she needed to do. She was frozen in fear standing next to Allison, Scott, and Stiles. The air was thick with tension. Lydia looked around. Allison was dressed head to toe in black with a bow and arrow on her back. She was standing next to Scott who was dressed in a three quarter sleeve tee. He looked rough, but not as bloody as she expected him to be. Then she remembered he was a werewolf and took a step back. Then she looked to her right, Jackson. Or what looked to be half Jackson, half snake. She was shaking so much.
"Not to be pushy or anything here Lydia, but it would be really great if you could give him the key now." Allison said a little frightened. Lydia just nodded her head and her eyes huge with fear. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the lone key. She turned to Stiles for one last piece of reassurance, encouragement, and even dare she think it, comfort. He nodded slowly and earnestly. She slowly turned back to Jackson and took a few steps forward. Soon she was face to face with him. He was terrifying.
"J…J…J…Jackson. I br…brought you your k..your key back." She held up the key at eye level to him. He looked confused at first. He cocked his head at what seemed like a perfect ninety degree angle. She gulped loud and hard. Tears were quickly beginning to form in her perfect light green eyes. Jackson snatched the key out of her hand and gently touched her with his cold, wet, and scaly hand. He quickly began convulsing. Lydia stood there in complete and utter shock. Just as he was returning to his "normal" human state she heard growls. She looked straight ahead and saw a boy from school, Isaac, Derek, and Peter Hale in their full-fledged werewolf bodies. She glanced over to Scott; he looked the same as the others. She took many steps backwards running right into Stiles. He grabbed her and she turned into his shoulder as she began to let out the tears.
The wolves were literally ripping into Jackson's body. His body hit the concrete floor with a loud thud. Allison was standing beside Stiles and Lydia, bow in hand, just in case. Things were then eerily quiet for a few seconds. Then his body began to rise. Holy mother of God. Lydia turned her head from its position to watch the event taking place. Her mind raced out of control. Was this supposed to happen? This wasn't part of the plan, was it? What were they going to do now? Can this really even be happening? And what in the hell was she doing here? Despite all that was going on Stiles was still holding her. So here came another question. Why was she seeking comfort in him so often? And why did she like it? She really had no time to give those questions any thought. Because before she knew it, everything went bright, leaving things incredibly difficult to see.
Then Jackson's body emerged from the light in the center of the room. But he wasn't exactly Jackson. No he looked like Scott, Derek, Peter, and Isaac. It appeared to be that he was now a werewolf. Lydia looked around the room for reassurance that this event was all part of the plan. Except she found no comfort in anyone's eyes. Not Allison's, not Mr. Argent's, not Derek's, not Peter's, not Isaac's, not Scott's, and certainly not in Stiles'. He just held her tighter, seeming to know that things were about to be intense.