His eyes were full of wonder as he watched her sleep in his arms. He almost wanted to wake her so that he could crack a joke or two or bench out some intelligent theories that only she was smart enough to challenge. Or better yet, his arms could gather her up and kiss her senseless. She was his addiction. And he wanted her, now, and always. Simple really.

Stiles was so tired as he wouldn't let himself sleep after all the crazy things he had done while sleeping. But at least, his dream girl was in his arms. Lydia stirred beneath him the rapid movement keeping him from sleeping. More than anything, if he could, they would be two normal teenagers, getting ready for a Friday night date. But, would there even be a Stydia if it wasn't for the supernatural? After this craziness was taken care of, he was determined to make their relationship as normal as could be. It would be great to have a game night, a movie date, prom...he so wanted all that with her and plenty of kisses. Everything.

A swift, wind entered out of nowhere knocking him almost senseless. His lips were numb as he started to shiver. A small, minute swirling hole appeared. It was like watching a fallen star in 3d. Stiles was transfixed, as the hole appeared bigger and swirled, heading straight for him. His fingers grasped the bed as he felt his body being tugged toward the swirling mass.

"Lydia, wake up!"

Instantly, Lydia awoke to the blast of cold wind. She was alarmed when she spotted the black swirling mass towards them. Instinctively, she reached for Stiles, pulling at the legs of his jeans. Her hands were slipping but she would not let go.

"Stiles, hold on, don't let it win... Fight!"

With a swift turn around, Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch. They ran towards the table where Stiles grabbed for the keys. Behind him, the sounds of furniture crashing encouraged him to move forward. His hands guided Lydia to the motorcycle. Quickly, they sped off. Lydia forced herself to look behind, what she saw scared her even more. Huge expanding clouds seemed to be following them back into Beacon Hills. The wind was making it hard to steady the bike. Then, huge torrents of rain hit the pavements. The winds felt like a vacuum, ready to take them away. Her hands held tightly to his waist, refusing to let go.

The motorcycle begun to shake and veer off the road from the heavy wind. It was so scary, but nothing compared to what she would feel if something happened to Stiles. It was obvious he was headed to Scott's house. He expertly managed to dodge the swinging tree branches torn from the trees. It made her think of Stiles being torn from her. She started to shiver at the thought.

Stiles barely managed to pull in the driveway when they were greeted by the sight of a haggard looking Allison and Scott who were on their way to get them. Their hair was wind blown and they were both shivering and wet.

"Something is going on, serious," said Scott.

The black night even got darker if possible and the wind formed what looked like a tornado.

Stiles grabbed the shivering, wet Lydia, pulled her next to his body and gave her a firm, deep kiss. She was definitely in shock and the kiss seemed to pull her out of it. Allison motioned for them to follow her in Scott's house. They ran in the house, down the stairs to the cellar door, and shut the door. Scott latched it in, locking it. All four of them were huddled on the floor. A pounding from outside banged the door. A second it stopped than continued, pounding furiously. The door gave and a blunt object hit Stiles knocking him flat on the ground.

"Oh, my God, Stiles, are you okay?" She touched his forehead feeling a warm, wet liquid and no sound came from his lips. She felt for his wrist, a slow but steady pulse was there. Thank goodness. She turned her head towards the dark challenging it. Whatever it was, she was going to face it. No way in hell was it going to do any more damage to Stiles.

The swirling wind suddenly stopped at her feet. It swept up from her feet to over her head. A human form began to take shape. Lydia heard Allison gasp as they both recognized the familiar face now visible to their eyes.

Jackson, it was Jackson, the whole time.