SIX:
Interlude A of Morning Series
Five Years Before Chapter 1
Lydia looked out the old window with the rain batting down hard and rattling against it. She felt the mood was fitting on the anniversary of when everything went to shit and that their families left them alone. There was no Sheriff for Stiles, who had recently come back from placing wreaths on the family headstone. Allison had watched her father drink himself into a stupor and helped him get to bed, apologizing for the actions of their family and the loss they have accumulated.
For Lydia, her parents had left town separately a few weeks before and weren't expected to be back for two and half more weeks. They had moved into the Sheriff's house for the time being since the Argent house was sold on the market for a pretty penny, as well as several other holdings in the town. It was better that they were in one house for each other. She looked behind and saw Peter standing in the doorway with a sad look on his face.
"Red? Come away from the window please, we have a problem" Peter softly requested of her, as she stepped back and held on to his arm. It was a short trip down the hall to the stairs to see Stiles sitting cross-legged in the center of the room and floating at least three feet in the air.
His eyes were fully black and appeared to be crying steadily but made no sound. It was a disturbing sight for all involved. Lydia could hear Allison's soft voice trying to coax Stiles back to their world but watched as it failed.
"Stiles, Stiles? I know you can hear me and I need you to come back to us. God, it hurts but you can't do go into yourself. We're connected now, please," Allison pleaded with a broken voice, kneeling on the center table in front of him. It was a heartbreaking scene with old scars bleeding and appearing fresh.
Peter howled softly and lowly in response at seeing what he saw as a pup, his pups in such pain. And for Lydia that was too much to witness. Taking a deep breathe and stepping forward with Peter on her arm, placing that arm on Allison's shoulder. Steadying herself before she felt the pull of power spread out in her body and placed her hand over Stiles's heart.
"Zdzisław Genim Stillinski, you listen to me right now. Listen to my voice, to our voice and look at me! You do not get to do this to me right now, we are all fucked up but we are all fucked up together! You snap out of this right now or else I will drag all four of us down into the depths you are at right now!" Lydia barked out roughly in a broken voice and began to pull him out of the funk he had created.
It took more power than she thought but could feel some part of Stiles sending her energy to continue and watched the boy start to shiver and shake with sweat and whimpers of pain. She knew that the pain was being shared between all of them and felt arms huddle around her shoulders and waist, with her own head being nestled into the crook of Peter's neck and shoulders. They might not have been wolves but the tension within their bodies started to fade the moment skin to skin contact started.
No one was sure how long either had stayed that way in the broken living room but sunrise came and the storm left. Lydia believed it was a metaphor since the sky was red with no chirping birds and a fierce wind blowing through.
Perhaps one day, they would know peace.