A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for the favorites/follows/reviews! I appreciate them so much! I'm so in love with this season so far. I've live-tweeted the first two episodes and I plan on making that a weekly thing so if you want to follow me on twitter and see what crazy things I have to say during the show my twitter handle is eicartgeorge. Also, to read an interesting anecdote regarding this chapter, read the author's note at the end. And as always, please review!

05041646

England

1704 Hours

The Worthington Estate

Lydia had been listening to Henry's wife, Elizabeth, babble on and on for several minutes while a girl yanked and tugged at her hair. The banshee's thoughts were a little preoccupied on Stiles. She had suddenly realized that this was the first time in what seemed like days that they weren't right next to each other, and she felt vulnerable. Not because she didn't think she could take care of herself. She was perfectly able of kicking butt if need be. No, it was more like when Stiles was right next to her, he made her feel safe and gave her confidence in her own abilities. He had been gone for maybe 15 minutes, and even though she knew he wasn't far away, she missed him.

"What about you and your husband?" She heard Elizabeth say. She hadn't been paying attention. What was that woman going on about again?

"Begging your pardon, miss." Lydia said in her best English accent. "My head was somewhere else. What was the question?"

"Oh, it's quite alright." Elizabeth said cheerily. "Intercourse." Lydia's eyes widened slightly. "I was saying that Henry and I will do it at least twice a day."

Lydia coughed and cleared her throat. "Uh..that's...that's a little private. Don't you think?"

"Oh, it's just us girls! So come on! Out with it!"

"I..uh..."

"Come on! Tell me!"

"Um..once..."Lydia paused and Elizabeth waited expectantly for Lydia to finish her sentence. "A day."

"Oh!" She smirked haughtily. As if she was somehow better than Lydia because she and her husband had more sex than Lydia and Stiles did. Lydia began to feel anger building up inside of her. This woman didn't even know them. Who was she to judge?

"In fact," Lydia was saying before she could stop herself. "We just finished doing it on that bed right before you walked in!" Elizabeth's eyes widened and Lydia smiled to herself.

05041646

England

1714 Hours

The Worthington Estate

Stiles was clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. "I mean," Henry was saying, laughing so hard he was turning purple. "What kind of man, just sits back and let's men take his wife's clothes. And you didn't even fight back!" When Henry and Elizabeth came to the door, Elizabeth stayed in the room with Lydia, and Stiles had been taken back to Henry's room so that they could each get dressed for the party. Stiles didn't realize the entire time he spent with Henry would consist of being emasculated for something that didn't even happen. What was worse is that he couldn't even stick up for himself without admitting they made the entire thing up.

Henry continued on, saying something about how Stiles didn't even throw a punch. Finally, he'd had enough. Calmly, but forcefully, he said, "I killed a guy last year. I'm trying a non-violent approach."He paused as he had an idea. "In fact, my wife finds the non-violence rather attractive." He added a wink and Henry, stopped laughing. The smile faded, and he looked as if he was in deep thought about whether Stiles was telling the truth or not. Stiles continued getting dressed, and Henry didn't say much after that, but Stiles knew that Henry had still won that round.

Guests began to arrive for the party and once he was dressed, Stiles was sent out of the room to gather with the rest of the attendees. Henry and Elizabeth would make their grand entrance later. Stiles wore light tan pants and a blue jacket over a white shirt. The shirt was a little too frilly for his taste, but this was the fashion back then. As he walked out, he looked around, but didn't see Lydia anywhere. What he needed was a drink after the afternoon he'd had, but they were only serving wine. Stiles decided that if that he couldn't have any hard liquor, he would rather have no alcohol at all.

Next to him, he heard a few murmurs of "Who's that?"

Stiles turned to see who everyone was talking about and saw Lydia coming down the stairs. She was stunning. She wore a dress, a similar shade of blue to Stiles's coat, with gold embroidery. The sleeves were quarter-length, but there was lace at the end that came down past her hands. There had to have been something underneath that dress that made it come out a foot on each side of her waist. Her hair was put up into a bun with small tendrils framing her face. Lydia was looking around and Stiles knew she was looking for him. He stepped through the crowd and finally made eye contact with her. He walked up a few steps and held his arm out for her to grab onto.

"Milady." Stiles smiled.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." She smiled as she took his arm and they finished the staircase together. Lydia looked around uncomfortably. "I feel like this is the first day back at school after running around in the woods for three days. Everybody is staring at me."

"That's because you're beautiful." He said before he processed it in his head. He realized what he said and looked down, just missing Lydia's blush.

"Thank you. That's nice to hear, after the worst afternoon of my life."

"You too?" He asked, snapping his head back toward her. Lydia nodded ."God...do you remember what I said about Henry being nice? Well I take it back. I take it all back. He's terrible. The whole time, all he did was rag on me about how I didn't stop the bandits from taking your clothes. You know, I may not even try to stop whoever tries to kill him. Hell, I may even do it myself."

"Well, at least he wasn't asking you questions about your sex life."

Stiles's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah." Lydia nodded. "All afternoon, oh but don't worry. She shared some stories of her own. A bit of an overshare to be more precise. Oh, if she asks you... our marriage was arranged by our parents, but we both fell in love at first sight; we have two children, and I may or may not be pregnant with the third; we have sex once a day; and we definitely did it on that bed upstairs while we were supposed to be getting clothes on."

"Wow... you talked about all that?"

Lydia shrugged, "I might have gotten a little competitive."

Stiles nodded. "Well, the having sex upstairs kind of corroborates my story of non-violence turning you on."

"What?"

"Well, while he was emasculating me, I couldn't think of what to do, so I told him I was taking a new stance on violence and that you found it hot, more or less. I also implied that we had sex afterward, but I don't know if he caught that. He seemed a little confused. "

Lydia chuckled and shook her head.

A few minutes later, Henry and Elizabeth appeared. Everyone clapped as they descended the stairs into the ballroom, even Lydia and Stiles-although very reluctantly. The small band they had hired began to play a song and Henry led Elizabeth over to the middle of the dance floor and the other guests all made room for them. They began to dance, just the two of them for a bit, then the music swelled and everyone was joining in.

"Well,"Stiles started. "I guess we should probably dance."

Lydia nodded. "It's okay, I've done research on old ballroom dances." Stiles gave her a quizzical look as Lydia pulled him onto the dance floor. Lydia began pushing and pulling him in and away from her, and he knew it looked sloppy. It probably also looked strange for the woman to be leading instead of the man. Henry caught Stiles's eye. The man was giving him a smug look and Stiles felt anger boiling up inside him. Then he stepped on Lydia's foot.

"Lydia!" Stiles said more forcefully than he meant to. He gave a frustrated sigh. "Would you let me lead?!" Lydia was slightly taken aback. She nodded and Stiles repositioned them, placing her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist and held her other hand off to the side. Soon they were gliding across the floor. Down up up. Down up up. He saw Henry's face again. There was a look of shock and jealousy and Stiles smiled smugly to himself. Stiles turned back to Lydia who had a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

"You do realize the Waltz wasn't popular in England for another 150-200 years from now. Right?" She smirked.

Stiles shrugged. "We travel a lot with our three children."

"It's just two at the moment."

"Oh, that's right. You're pregnant with the third one."

"Possibly." She smiled. "I haven't decided yet."

He tightened his grip on her waist and she gasped lightly and blushed, but then again so did Stiles. He wasn't sure why he just did that.

"Where did you learn to dance like this?"

Stiles smiled at a memory. "My mom used be obsessed with ballroom dance. She would turn on music and we would dance together in the living room. I was never really good at it." His smile faded slightly. "When she got sick, I started taking lessons, thinking that when she got better I would surprise her by showing her what I learned." He looked down. "But I never got the chance."

Lydia felt like she was going to cry. "Stiles, I-"

"It's fine." He said quickly and forced a smile. Lydia touched his arm. He chuckled, "I can't believe I even remembered how to do this." Lydia gave a small laugh. She bit her lip as she stared at him and he stared back at her. He felt like they may have been having another moment. His brain was moving quickly, over-thinking the situation for sure, then out of the corner of his eye he saw a goblet of wine.

"Stiles?" Lydia asked.

Stiles barely heard her. His brain had continued moving at a rapid pace. "Lydia, the wine." He finally said. Lydia wrinkled her forehead in confusion for a moment before realizing what he was talking about. She saw a goblet of wine over his shoulder and immediately understood his thought process.

"It's poison!" They both announced to each other at the same time.

They began looking around for Henry but neither of them were able to find him.

"Where the hell is he?" Stiles yelled in frustration, receiving a few glances from people standing around them. "What are you looking at?" He said as he glared at them. Lydia put her hand on his shoulder.

"Stiles, look!" She pointed at the other side of the room. Henry was taking the goblet from one of his servants. He was continuing to talk to the person he was with, but slowly began to bring it to his lips.

"Henry!" Stiles called out, but the music and talking were both too loud for Henry to hear him.

Stiles grabbed Lydia's hand and began to try to make his way through the crowd to Henry. Although, it seemed like nobody would move. He felt Lydia stop abruptly and he turned to face her. Everything began to move in slow motion. There was almost a look of defeat on her face. Stiles began to wonder what would happen if they failed. What if they didn't save everybody? Lydia gave Stiles a look and they seemed to share a similar thought. He let go of her hand began to cover his ears and duck as Lydia let out an ear-piercing scream. Glass began to shatter around them and people all over began to duck and cover their ears. Henry dropped his goblet as he scrambled to shield himself.

The screaming finally stopped and Stiles stood back up. "That was impressive." he told her. Lydia gave a small smile and stumbled into him. "Whoa." He said as he caught her.

"I'm fine." she said.

"Just lean into me." He told her.

"What was all that racket?" Henry demanded to know as soon he was able to get his bearings.

Everyone turned to face Stiles and Lydia. The two teens exchanged looks and Stiles sighed. "About that..."

A/N 2 (AKA: Funny Anecdote) So I was listening to the Glee Cast version of The Time Warp when I began to think, "What if Lydia and Stiles somehow went back in time? What would I want to see happen?" The first thing that popped in my head was the two of them waltzing... Lydia tries to lead, but then Stiles gets frustrated says "Would you let me lead?!" Then proceeds to impress her with his abilities. I planned out all the time periods I wanted them to visit and I had originally had them doing this scene in the 1800s, then I decided to spread it out more and set this chapter in the 1600s. I wrote the last chapter, then as I'm writing this chapter, I was trying to find a song that would have hopefully been popular at the time to have them reference and dance to.

As I'm trying to find a song that's well known, I was coming up empty. Everything that would have been well known wasn't written for several hundred more years. So then I was like...well... Lydia probably knows classical music, let me just find a song that's on YouTube that you guys could listen to, and know what I was hearing when I wrote the scene. I found songs...just not a good waltzing song... so then I was like...wait a second...when did the waltz get popular in England?

What I found? Not really until the 19th century (AKA 1800s). It was mentioned in the mid-1500s to late 1700s but just around Austria where the dance originated. So I thought about going back and editing the previous chapter to change the dates, but then ultimately decided to just made the dance ambiguous, so it would be impossible to tell what dance they were actually dancing, just that they were dancing... then as I was posting this chapter I had typed this in the Author's Note: "So, I have a confession... I goofed up a little on the time period. The dance scene is one of the first that popped in my head that made me decide to write this fic. I was so excited to get to this scene that I didn't realize the dance I had originally imagined them dancing would not be popular in England for another 150-200 years."

Then I stopped and thought...wait a minute... Stiles and Lydia are from the FUTURE they already know the Waltz exists. They're going to waltz damn it! So I rewrote the scene adding in the small exchange about travelling and whatnot (and the Waltz not being popular for another 150-200 years) and there you go!

So if you're still reading this second author's note, thanks! Don't forget to review!