Chapter 4

We Ain't Got No Place To Go

"Stiles! Oh my God I was just about to come looking for you! You are a popsicle." She admonished as she gingerly pulled his gloves off his frozen fingers and began to gently warm them between her own.

His teeth were chattering and he was shivering so violently that he couldn't say anything just yet. The heater was on full blast and though it was warm it nearly hurt Stiles as feeling came rushing back to him with painful pinpricks. When he could move he rested back against the seat and tried to untie his frozen shoe strings but his fingers wouldn't cooperate.

"Just relax I'll do it okay. Just lay back, here have a drink of your coke and try and eat some jerky. She said as she gave him the bottle of coke with cap off and he greedily downed the remains of it. She handed him a bag of jerky and he took a small piece and wedged it in his mouth too tired to chew. Lydia made quick work picking at his laces with her long nails and gently eased the wet shoes off his feet. She set them near the vents in the front in some attempt to dry them. Stiles was lightly dozing in the back seat, exhausted from his excursion. She peeled back his damp socks and leaned into the front and draped them over the vents.

She was just about to rub his feet when his voice startled her. "What are you doing?"

She jumped back as if caught in a flame. "Warming your feet of course. They look frozen."

"You are going to make the whole car reek of sweaty feet with my socks on the vent." He says trying to be funny but she just gives him a soft smack and puts her hands on his feet. He jerks in response. "It's okay Lyd, you don't have to do that."

"I know but you'd do it for me." She proceeds to rub her hands soft at first and then vigorously over his feet to bring circulation back into them. After a few moments Stiles pulls himself back up into a sitting position effectively ending her warming foot rub. "Find anything?" She asked looking at him with hopeful eyes.

She didn't have to specify, he knew what she was asking. He blew out a long breath, and ran his hands over his head pulling off his hat and hung his head in exhaustion. "Nothing. Not a single car or track on the highway. I hung up the sign there. I hiked probably a half mile in the other direction and the only thing I was able to find was a rundown shed. It's locked but if I had to I could probably pry it open with a tire iron."

Lydia applied a layer of Chap Stick on her cracked lips and leaned in to apply it to Stiles's. He stilled and held his breath at her close proximity. She leaned in and this time he closed the space that separated them and brought her into a searing kiss. His hands were free from the gloves this this time allowing him to bury them in her thick hair. He could have kissed her forever but he knew they needed to make a decision soon. He slowed eased out of the kiss and gave smaller quick kisses on the side of her mouth along her jaw before pulling her to him and burying his head in her neck in a desperate embrace.

"So what are we going to do?" She asked him as she rubbed his back. He should have been bouncing off the wall with the barriers they had finally been able to get through being stuck out here alone. But all he could think about was what might happen and how Lydia might come to harm if he didn't do something soon.

"Well we're going to run out of gas in another half an hour or so. Do you think we should try for the shed?" He asked finally breaking the hug to look into her eyes. He could see her weighing the options in her mind, a list of pros and cons that helped lead her to a decision.

"Well there we could possibly start some kind of fire. I have a lighter in my purse at least and there has to be some kind of kindling out there dry enough to burn. We have some water and some food. We could write a note and leave it here letting them know where we went. I'd say it's the best shot we have."

"Do you think we should try now in the dark though?" He asked taking in her frilly "snow" boots and thinner jacket in the dim lighting.

"Well we have the flashlight and both of our cell phones fully charged. How long do you think it will take to get there? The road is going to disappear altogether soon probably long before morning." She sat up taking inventory of everything they had available to them. "What all did you pack Stiles?"

He sat up and they pulled their bags from the back and he pried the carpet lose to remove the tire iron. He hoped he could break into the shed and it was the only means of defense if they came across something unfriendly. They had a blanket, some clothing changes, toiletries, a few snacks, Stiles's medication, a small first aid kit located in the back, and a Swiss army knife. Lydia had a small sleeping bag rolled in the bottom of her duffle, a notebook and a few books that was about it.

It was nearing 7 and Stiles began turning everything off they didn't need in the car. They unplugged their chargers and fully charged cell phones and stuffed them in their coat pockets, he made sure all the lights were off. Lydia wrote a note on a piece of notebook paper she had in her bag and Stiles taped it to the wheel.

"Lydia put on as many layers of clothes as you can, double or triple on socks if you can. It's going to be worse out there now." She nodded and dove into her bag pulling out socks and another shirt to slide over her sweater. Stiles pulled on his now dry socks and found another pair to add to it. He could just slide his boots on with two pair on. He took off his coat and slid a flannel on under it before putting it on and pulling his hat down low over his ears. Lydia was bundled up as much as she could but he still figured she'd be cold. Stiles stuffed the blanket and Lydia's purse into his pack and they took one more glance around to make sure they had everything they could. Stiles held the flashlight out and turned it on.

"Ready?" He asked her and she nodded nervously. He leaned forward and killed the engine. Reserving whatever fumes they had just in case. They were plunged into darkness the only light from the narrow beam he held in his hands. He pushed the door open and stepped into the blinding snow and gave his hand out to Lydia and pulled her to him. He could just hear her gasp over the whipping wind as she stepped out into the night.

A/N: Thank you for all the love on this story. It has been fun to write. I've used the wonderful snow storm I was caught in on Saturday as inspiration. What do you think will happen next? Anything you'd like to see. I think we definitely will see some action… probably nothing pornographic but I'm excited to see them cross some of the boundaries they've been hesitant to thus far. They say life or death situations will do that to you. Visit me on tumblr or leave me some love here. Chasechick!