Jackson jumped on Stiles' jeep and snarled at them both. Lydia quickly jumped out of the jeep followed by Stiles.
"Wait, Lydia!" Stiles yelled as Jackson raised his hand to slash her throat with his claws.
Lydia shut her eyes and took out the necklace that was around her neck and showed Jackson a key. Jackson stopped and stared at it, slowly transforming back to his regular self.
Just in that moment, Peter and Derek stuck their claws in Jackson's back and stomach. Blood spurted out and Lydia cried in surprise as she ran toward shim before he could fall onto the floor.
Jackson coughed and hoarsely asked her, "Do you- Do you still love me?"
Lydia slowly looked up at Stiles who looked up at the ceiling, knowing what she was going to say: Yes. Of course she still loved him and she always will.
Lydia looked back slowly at Jackson and shook her head. "No…. I'm sorry…." Stiles' head shot up and look dover at Lydia who was trying her best not to cry. Jackson nodded slowly as if he knew what was coming.
Tears slid down Lydia's cheeks and and she kissed Jackson's cheek for the last time. Jackson then closed his eyes and took in his last breath of air, and slowly exhaled.
Lydia slowly stood up and looked at Stiles. He looked at her in surprise and at the same time they moved towards each other and hugged one another tightly. Stiles closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.
Lydia bit her lip and tried to bite back her tears. Although she was starting to like Stiles, she still had a little bit of feelings for Jackson. But that kiss, earlier with Stiles… It had just felt so right and magical. Lydia couldn't believe what she was thinking. Her? With Stiles Stilinksi? Sure he was a little cute, but he was a bit weird.
He's sweet and he cares about me.
Lydia smiled through her tears. Jackson never cared as much as him about her. He often got annoyed by her. Actually, Jackson cared more about himself then he cared about Lydia. She was glad for her choice and besides, Jackson was dead… or so she thought he was.
A couple feet behind her was JAckson, he was moving his hand slowly against the floor. Stiles and Lydia let go and turned around.
Stiles glanced at Scott in confusion and then looked at Derek and the rest of them. All at the same time they looked at Jackson.
Jackson moved his hand against the floor and slowly began to get up. They all stared in awe as Jackson's eyes glowed a brilliant blue. He turned his head back and howled at the ceiling for about 10 seconds and then finally turned back to his normal self.
Lydia glanced at Jackson. She was so close to running into his arms, but she couldn't. They weren't even together anymore so why should she?
Stiles looked at Lydia and nodded. "Go." He told her. He put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the ground. "It's okay Lydia. You can go."
She looked at Stiles and shook her head. "No." She whispered. "I won't. It's okay. I won't go. I'm staying here with you." She firmly said, grabbing his hand.
Oh damn. YES! Stiles screamed in his mind. He was having a party up there, but in real life he simply said, "Yeah, Okay."
He turned to look at his best friend Scott who held hands with Allison. Scott mouthed to him : Niiceee! Stiles gave Scott a thumbs up and a happy grin, but then Allison said, "Wait, guys, where's Gerard?"
They all turned to look at the spot where he had vomited black gooey stuff.
"He couldn't have gotten that far." Scott replied. They all agreed with him and turned to leave.
"Want a ride home?" Stiles asked Lydia.
"Nah, I would rather just walk in this freezing weather." she said sarcastically.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, c'mon Lydia just get in the jeep."
"Okay Okay Calm down!" she grinned at him and then kissed him on the lips before she got in the jeep. Stiles grinned back, still not believing his luck and finally step inside the drivers seat with the one and only beautiful, Lydia Martin next to him.