Author's Note: I would first like to apologize for being kind of late on the update. Also I want to apologize because this will be kind of a short chapter. I like writing this story; sometimes I just get really bored with it and don't feel like updating. I do plan to keep updating until I write everything from the season in it. But I am starting college in a week and I'm unsure of when I will be able to update this and my other story. So please just be patient. I uploaded a Stydia one shot the other day and I plan to do one more, so please check that out if you are waiting for an update. Sorry again but I hope you enjoy whatever I do to continue with this story.

Another day had passed and on the bright side there hadn't been any more sacrifices that she or any of her friends knew of. No one had really alerted her of anything in the past twenty four hours, really. Either they were keeping things from her or nothing was going on. Or if something was going on, she probably wouldn't be able to help.

But right now she was completely bored out of her incredibly intelligent mind. Homework only distracted her for a short while and even that wasn't very stimulation to her genius level IQ. She decided she needed to do something, if nothing else to ease her persistent curiosity. She reached from her spot on the bed to grab the phone on the nightstand. She dialed and the phone rang one time before it was answered. No surprise there though, he always picked up on the first ring, for her and especially with all of the terrible things happening to her and this town.

"Hey what's up?"

"Oh you know nothing really."

"You didn't find another dead body did you Lydia?" He asked frantically, she could hear him overexcite himself, hearing a soft crash in the background.

"No Stiles, I did not find another dead body." She seethed through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I was just checking. You never know what's going on in this town. Or with you."

"That's for sure."

"So why did you call then?" He asked with a somewhat nervous tone now, she smiled at that and imagined how cute he usually was when he was nervous. Though she didn't quite know why she was thinking him as "cute" in any circumstance.

"I was just wondering if you've figured anything out yet about this whole…Darach thing." She admitted to him finally, twirling a strand of hair with her free hand.

"No, nothing really, there isn't all that much to go on."

"Oh."

"But after talking with Deaton, I think we can confirm that whatever is killing people is a Darach, which is a type of Druid."

"A dark one, an evil one, correct?"

"That's what Deaton implied."

"Do you think he has anything to do with these…sacrifices and Druids?" She just wanted to make sure they were weighing all of the possible outcomes.

"I mean it's possible, he's always been secretive about these things."

"But do you think that he's in all of this, I mean he sure seems to know a lot about all of these things." She didn't completely trust Scott's boss, but she didn't distrust him. She just knew what she knew and she was basing things on the facts only she knew about.

"I don't know, he's weird about things. But nothing about him makes me think he has anything to do with it. I don't have any bad feelings about him or anything." Lydia smiled, Stiles and all of his cautious "bad feelings."

"Well I guess that he can't be too bad then." She chewed the inside of her cheek and wondered to herself when she started to listen to what Stiles said, and when she started to believe and trust what he said.

"I guess not."

"So where is Scott? Why aren't you helping him with werewolf stuff tonight?" She asked admiring her freshly manicured hand.

"Oh I don't know. He said he was going to go just stay at home for the night and try to stay out of trouble."
"Do you think he's really staying out of trouble?"

"…No." He admitted, but he was kind of relieved he didn't have to tag along to any werewolf brawl tonight to stand around aimlessly and watch. His human skills were super unproductive when there were angry werewolves were around. Hopefully nothing major would happen, he was the one who usually had to help clean up the pack's mess.

"Why aren't you with him then?"

"He didn't ask me to come…besides I just get in the way anyway." Lydia pursed her lips, did he really think he was unnecessary.

"I doubt that."

"No I do, I can't even count how many times Scott has saved my ass."

"I'm sure you've done your fair share of saving his." He nodded internally at her positive accusation.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Don't write yourself off Stiles. You're valuable to him and the pack." Lydia wasn't so good at giving heartwarming compliments to just anyone. He knew that was a something sincere that she meant, so he decided not to argue with her.

"Alright. Thanks?" He was unsure if that was an appropriate response or not.

"You're welcome. You sounded like you could use some kind words."

"Yeah well its much appreciated."

"Hey are you going to the cross country meet tomorrow?"

"Uh yeah I am, I actually need to be getting to bed so I can be up to catch the bus."

"Oh alright."

"Yeah." He really didn't want to end the phone call but he knew it wouldn't do him any good to stay up any later then it was.

"Well good luck on your meet."

"Oh…well…thanks."

"Good night." She smiled into the speaker.

"Good night Lydia." He said right before she hung up the phone and crawled into her bed under her duvet. The smile was still etched on her pale face. She always felt happier, more at ease, when she talked to him, like she was young again. But she felt mature when she talked to him, like she was talking to someone intellectually equal to her. And that was a decent change. He was funny but super serious and smart when he needed to be. He always left her happy, he always left her smiling. And she decided that she would soon have to do something about that. Because with each day that passed and they spoke, she felt closer to him, and the closer she was, the more of him she wanted to know about. This was dangerous, but she knew all about being in danger.