Peter pulled his Ford into the parking lot underneath the building where Derek's apartment resided and threw it into neutral not even bothering to use the brake handle or even pull up properly. He didn't care as he pushed the door open and took out his cell phone; he'd basically taken up two spaces and left the car parallel. Peter Hale was many things; a monster a killer and a morally ambiguous man. All these things he wouldn't deny as accusations of truth because he had done many awful things in the name of the ultimate revenge. Yes, indeed he was, but he was never uncaring towards his family. There would be those who would disagree over that of course what with what happened to his niece Laura although the circumstances of that were infinitely different and he was no longer insane, and he wasn't going to leave Derek to a cold fate.

There weren't any calls from the twins and he wondered if they were even coming, but he didn't have to wait long. Their motorcycles growled loudly as they descended into the lot and parked, meeting him in the middle. "Whatever we find up there the plan is to get my nephew out and to a hospital."

"You plan on leaving us to fight off whatever is killing Derek? You're not our Alpha, Scott is." Ethan wasn't fooled quite so easily.

"Then call him, he'd tell you what I'm telling you now. We save Derek, that's all that matters. We're wasting time!" Peter growled at this but he couldn't very well walk in alone.

"Calm down, we're here aren't we?" Aiden said.

"Don't think I don't know why, but I'm glad to have backup." Peter nodded toward the elevator and the three of them walked over and got in. As the elevator arrived on the top most floor they walked out to find that the door was left ajar, the lights inside seemed to be flickering on and off and the scent of gun powder and blood filled their noses. The three werewolves nodded and moved into position, Peter pushed the door open all the way and the wolves readied for a fight.

Inside Derek was on his knees the blood loss wasn't as severe for a werewolf but he would still die if they didn't get him immediate help. What caught Peter's eye though was the figure hunched over his prone form, a shotgun clutched in her perfectly manicured hands and a feral snarl firmly in place. She hissed violently, turned on her heel and ran out the window on the other side of the room. Ethan and Aiden chased after her but they were too late, she was gone.

"Who the hell was that?"

There were dead bodies on the ground and Peter stepped over them carefully without a single thought for who they may have been. He knelt beside Derek and clutched him against the side of his body. "Derek can you hear me? It's Peter."

"Ka- Kate…" He sputtered and blood seeped from the side of his mouth proving that there was internal bleeding.

"We need to get you out of here." He turned to the twins. "Help me." They rushed over and pulled him onto his feet, they walked him out and into the elevator and rode it back down. When they arrived on the ground parking level they found a flustered Lydia. Derek tripped on his own feet as they walked towards her and they lost their grip as he fell unconscious to the ground, and Lydia rushed over taking her cardigan off on the way and kneeling down to apply pressure to the wound her hands shaking.

"Hold on Derek."

"Quickly get him into my car. Aiden open the back door." Aiden flew towards Peter's car and opened the back door and the other two werewolves heaved him up pushed Derek's body in, Lydia following and closing the door behind her. "We'll meet you at the hospital." Ethan said as he turned to get on his bike. "Come on bro." They took off for their motorbikes and Peter dropped into the drivers seat with much more grace than was natural.

"Okay back there?" He checked in the mirror, and Lydia strapped herself in whilst keeping pressure on Derek's wound, nodding her head affirmative. "Alright hold on then because I'm going to be breaking a few road laws."

Peter kicked the car into gear and took off out of the lot as fast as he could without crashing into anything and as they merged into traffic he sped up along the road turning the windshield wipers on to fight against the rain. Lydia pressed a hand into the side of the door as she watched the other cars pass by, some even honking their horns at them. "It would be good if we didn't die on the way." Lydia said.

"We're not going to crash, trust me." He glanced over at her only to realize she was soaking wet and shivering. "There's a coat in the back, put it on."

"I'm fine" she started but Peter interrupted her.

"Lydia I do not have the patience to worry about you as well, put on the damn coat!" Peter had never raised his voice like that and it made her jump in her seat. She stared at his back for a moment and it finally sank in just how stressed he was, and for once in her life she decided not to argue. She reached down to rummage around and found his jacket under the front seat, as she came up and looked over at the bleeding werewolf and the sight of Derek made her pause for a second, his image was the very picture of death to her. Lydia wrapped the clothing around her shoulders quickly and returned to Derek's wounds.

"I don't want to make you even more worried Peter but it looks like Derek is going into hypovolemic shock" She glanced over and he seemed to get the hint.

"Hold on." Peter turned the wheel to the left passing a red light as people shouted and beeped their horns angrily and he merged into the traffic seamlessly. Lydia clutched at the fabric of her seat, her nails digging in. She snapped to the side and pushed her arm against the window of the car door to steady herself and then landed back against the seat as the car evened out, and Peter sped at breakneck speeds down the road.

Lydia pulled the jacket against her frame as her fear for Derek and the cold in her soaked skin deepened. It was as though she could feel Death waiting for its moment to drag his spirit to the other side. She turned back around to check on him, reaching over and putting her fingers against his wrist searching for a pulse, it was barely even there. Facing the front way again Lydia watched the world pass them in a sort of haze, her mind completely focused on the situation within and not the outside world.

The sound of her cell ringing snapped her out of the haze and back to the car, she reached for her bag and pulled it out to see the ID on the screen was Scott and answered it- "Lydia I just got a call from Ethan he said to meet you all at the hospital, what's going on?"

She had forgotten to call him in her haste and now she felt guilty, of course Scott would want to know about this, she felt stupid! Filling him in quickly about what was happening Lydia paused briefly as Peter pulled past a van who was going rather slow and missed oncoming traffic by millimeters, making her heart stop dead for a fraction of a second.

"We're almost there-" she finished "I'll explain more when you arrive." She hung up quickly.

"Is he on his way?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, he said Melissa is working tonight as well, so we should be lucky if we can get there on time." Lydia put her phone back into her bag and leaned left as the car turned down a right lane. "Where are you going?"

"Shortcut." He stated, leaving no room for questions.

"Peter this is no time for shortcuts we're running on pure luck as it is!" Lydia felt her stomach constrict in fear, the hair on her arms tingling with the brush of death.

"Trust me this way will get us there a lot quicker than the State Route." He pulled them through a small housing estate that turned off after only three blocks and then they were back onto a main road that said five miles to the Beacon Hills hospital.

"Huh."

If Peter wasn't so rushed and stressed he would have gloated, instead he put his foot on the gas and raced down the road like a bat out of hell. He didn't need Lydia to tell him they were almost out of time; he could smell it in the air.

Soon enough they were pulling up and jumping out of the car; both of them rushing to pull Derek out. He'd slightly woken up at the attention and groaned in agony. "Hang on." Peter tried to take some of the pain away but there was just too much.

"Hey about time!" Aiden and Ethan rushed over to them and took Derek's arms on each side, helping him to walk into the emergency entrance.

"Is Scott here yet?" Lydia asked them as they trailed behind.

"No. He and Stiles are on their way though." They walked through the doors and soon enough the nurses were on them.

Melissa was at the head of the party as she reached for Derek "I just got Scott's message, here lay him on the gurney." She helped the twins place Derek on to the bed and laid him out. It was good she knew about their situation but Lydia wasn't sure that put them at an advantage right now. The nurses helped to wheel him away to the surgery room and Melissa turned to address the rest of them, a stern look on her face.

"There's no denying those were gunshot wounds, if he weren't … you know… he'd be dead. Is there anything I should be worried about right now? Are people going to waltz through that door and start gunning my staff?"

Lydia couldn't blame her for this after what had happened last time; they'd already lost a lot of people in the Nogitsune attack a couple weeks ago. She was bound to be on edge.

"I promise you Melissa, there shouldn't be anything of the sort." Peter used his calm voice but it was strained and he stared after his nephew anxiously.

Melissa nodded "alright well…good. I'll let you know when I hear from the Doctor." She walked off looking back every now and again, clearly curious about the situation but focused on her job.

Watching Peter was an interesting experience for Lydia, she had never seen him so openly concerned for anyone but himself, although she also had to admit that she'd been avoiding him actively since he was resurrected only until recently. As she pulled his grey jacket closer over her shoulders she contemplated his open worry. His shoulders were bunched and he regularly scratched at the nape of his neck where his cropped hair ended, then Peter would walk over to the other side of the waiting area and look towards the double doors before turning back around with a scowl on his face. Was he waiting for Scott to arrive? Lydia decided to be brave and walked over, she began to reach out for his arm but pulled back at the last second.

"I'm sure they'll get here soon. Derek is strong he'll pull through, he's hard to kill." Lydia wasn't sure if she was helping or not but since getting involved with saving people she had found a simple pleasure in reaching out and doing her part.

Peter growled low in his throat "who said I'm waiting for anyone to arrive."

"Well considering you kept glancing at the entrance I'd wager you were looking to see if Scott was here yet." Lydia shook her head.

He looked down into her green eyes and snorted, "you're too perceptive."

"Peter you're stressed, your guard is down. Anyone could read you right now. Why don't we go and get a coffee while we wait?" She watched him contemplate the offer and he nodded. "Great. Aiden text me when Scott gets here." The twins looked just as harrowed as she felt and Aiden's eyes were firmly watching her, but he just tilted his head in acknowledgement.

They spent the walk to the vending machine in silence but Peter had found himself more relaxed with Lydia close by. Her scent was calming and she was a strong person, someone who could hold you up in a crisis. He appreciated her right then more than he ever had before; even when she had done so much and proven herself so strong- he never thought that strength would be given to him for comfort. As they reached the coffee machine he pushed a couple of cents into it and pressed for strong coffee and placed a Styrofoam cup in the vent, waiting for it to fill. Once it was finished he pulled it out and turned to Lydia. "Would you like one?"

She seemed surprised at the offer and shook her head "I don't drink coffee, thanks."

"They have tea." He supplied as if her comment were ridiculous.

"I'll just get a water at the other vending machine." Lydia pursed her lips and it amused him. She was a good distraction.

"If you're trying to imply you won't accept my money you can forget it. I'll buy the water." He turned and pulled out some more change.

"I have no problems with people buying me things." She made a rather unladylike sound in her throat and he laughed.

"I have absolutely no doubts on that Lydia, believe me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She felt offended by the comment and it surprised her, what should she care what Peter Hale thought of her? She didn't need his approval, or his attention to her.

"It means what it means. Here take the money and pick your drink." He handed her the coins, she eyed him wearily and then sighed. Walking over to the other side Lydia pushed the coins into the slot and pressed for lemon water, grabbing the bottle as it dropped down. She turned the cap and lifted the bottle to her lips to take a sip as she leant against the machine, an old couple passing them through the hall.

Peter mirrored her on his side of the hallway, blowing on the coffee to cool it slightly before taking a sip and grimacing at the taste. He turned his head to the left back the way they'd come, but there was no way of seeing the waiting room from this angle.

Lydia tilted her head watching Peter with an expression of pure curiosity. When he noticed he couldn't help but ask "what?"

"I was just wondering what goes on in that brain of yours at a time like this." She tried to read his body language but it was never simple, she knew Peter could put on quite an impressive show.

"You want to know what I'm thinking?" He asked raising a brow in surprise.

"Don't be so generic." She knew Peter was better than that, of all the people Lydia knew he was always good at being original if anything else.

His lips twitched in amusement, glad not for the first time that she was around tonight "why don't you ask like a normal person.

"Because I know whatever answer I get won't be the truth." She stated bluntly, keeping her expression neutral and calm. Lydia did not suffer fools, and she could only be fooled once. Not that she considered their unique situation as such, but she knew him well to know his games.

Peter looked genuinely wounded but she doubted its sincerity. "I have never lied to you, Lydia."

"Yet. I know you aren't exactly the most trustworthy person in the room, or town." She smiled.

Peter snorted at that and decided to play coy. "Maybe I'm thinking about how to get the bloodstains out of my car."

Lydia knew that was probably one of the least prioritized thoughts, but she rolled with it. "Hydrogen Peroxide or Ammonia."

"Well aren't you the fountain of knowledge." He mocked. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and sipped her drink once more, letting a silence descend between them and withdrawing into her own mind. After a couple of minutes he spoke up again. "I hate hospitals." Turning her eyes back to Peter she waited to see if he'd voluntarily add more and he continued, "I was stuck in this damn place for years biding my time and healing, waiting to take revenge for my family and what they did to me." He glanced over at Lydia to find her watching him carefully. "I'm sure you don't want to hear all of that, anyway."

She was going to reply when her phone buzzed, so she pulled it out to see Aiden had messaged her.

Scott is here with Stiles and Cora.

"They're here." Lydia put the phone away once more and looked up. "We should go back." There was an uncomfortable feeling in her gut that she was unsure of and the way he was staring at her didn't help. She had never wanted to feel sorry for Peter Hale of all people, and yet…

"Let's go then." He said, turning from her and walking back the way they had come.

Once they got back to the waiting room there was quite a scene happening, Cora was shouting about Derek asking questions no one could answer and Stiles was trying to calm her down, Lydia was sure that if he wasn't there she'd have been climbing the walls. Scott laid a hand on Cora's shoulder and used his calming nature to stable her and said "I'm sure he'll be okay we just need to wait and hear from the doctor, no one can do anything else right now."

"Sure we can! We kill the bitch that did this. Who was she, did you see her face?" She snarled, "I'll rip her throat out."

"I swear we haven't a clue!" Ethan held his hands up to try and placate her somewhat.

"No one got a good look." Peter said as he and Lydia joined the group finally, "she certainly wasn't a werewolf, but she wasn't human either. There were other dead bodies. We'll have to deal with those." He gave a weary sigh.

"The main thing is you got him here. Right, Cora?" Stiles put his hand on her arm rubbing along the skin in comfort and she sagged, all the anger seeping out of her for now.

"Where's Isaac?" Lydia asked noticing his absence.

"He said to let him know if anything happens, I don't think he wants to leave Chris' side just yet unless it's dire." Scott gave a half smile as if to say he wasn't going to call the guy out on it, both of them were still obviously in mourning.

Everyone began to settle into the long wait for news about Derek. Stiles dragged Cora to sit with him and they leant on each other for support, it was clear that they had something between them, Scott went to speak with Melissa about the situation, and that left the twins and Peter sitting with Lydia. The first hour that ticked by was easy enough as they all waited patiently, the second hour was harder, Scott kept checking his phone and keeping Isaac and Kira update on the situation, by the third hour Peter decided to get another coffee, and Lydia went to stretch her legs outside. The weather had finally let up after hours of downpour and the smell of fresh cleansed air filled her lungs and washed away the left over stench of disinfectant from inside the hospital.

She felt like the day had thrown so much at her it was hard to process it fully, Meredith's warning still played in the back of her mind like a song track set to repeat.

What had she meant? Would Lydia go insane too? Would she find herself there at Eichen House as a companion to Meredith the both of them screaming and screaming. Lydia shuddered at the very thought of it. Having already felt the effects of insanity clawing at the edges of her mind only a year ago she knew very well that wasn't a place she would want to live. It terrified her in fact and she began to feel the cold seep back into her skin.

"Hey need some company?"

Lydia turned to find Aiden standing next to her with a wry grin on his face, he obviously wasn't sure of his offer but he wanted to talk and she didn't think she was in a place to explain.

"If you've come to ask why I haven't called you-" Lydia started her hackles raising in automatic defense.

"No. I know why, I mean… Allison and what happened to you, I get it. Doesn't mean I don't miss you." He offered, "but I won't pressure you to be with me." Aiden scratched his cheek awkwardly. He wanted her to be with him? She knew he liked her more than a sex buddy but Lydia didn't think he would ask for more than that.

"Aiden I have no intention of being your girlfriend" she supplied weakly, not wanting to seem too harsh but putting clear boundaries.

"I- that's not what I was saying." Aiden cleared his throat. "Okay maybe I like you more than friends. I won't pressure you though, if you want to keep it casual." He backtracked "or not, we don't have to do anything."

Lydia rolled her eyes at his obvious desire to keep her happy, it was kind of cute but she wasn't going to lead him on either way. "If you're going to get clingy-"

"I'm not, I just wanted to confirm where we stand." He was brave she would give him that, but then being a former Alpha must have left him with a few confidence boosters, even if he was easy to break in her eyes.

Turning to face him she looked up into his blue eyes, recently she hadn't wanted to be physical, she was too focused on changing her life and working through her grief but after everything that had happened today she thought maybe it'd help to get a bit of action with a cute guy. "If you're sure, then …maybe-" Lydia ran a hand up his arm seductively "I'm not one to say no to a bit of fun."

"Here?" He asked, completely shocked.

"Sweetie we're not going to have sex, just make out a little. Even I have limits to where I get my clothes off." She said, amused at his expression of horror. "That's just beyond kinky."

"Oh. Right." He leaned down and then paused "are you sure?"

Lydia reached her hand behind his head and replied "if I wasn't I wouldn't have said it, now shut up you're ruining the whole thing." She pressed her lips to his and enjoyed the sensation of touch and pushing her anguished thoughts to the back of her head for now. Aiden was and always had been a sloppy kisser, but he was a great distraction.


Peter leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, the long wait was taking its toll on everyone and he could smell the uncomfortable feelings around the room. Cora was leaning on Stiles' shoulder and every now and again her eyes would slip shut, then snap open as she fought off exhaustion. Scott had taken to helping his mother here and there, regularly checking in with everyone else as an Alpha should, although Peter wouldn't ever admit to thinking he was doing a good job. Then there was Lydia; she had disappeared along with one of the twins, Aiden.

He didn't want to jump to any conclusions as of yet but he was hyper aware that the pup was enamored with the engaging Miss Martin. As would any man who had a pair of eyes and working hormones. And so the puppy following the mistress wasn't a surprise to Peter, but what was an unwanted realization was the other werewolf's scent all over her as they returned to the waiting room. Not only that but she now was wearing his denim jacket!

Lydia handed Peter his grey one back as she walked by "thanks." That was it, and somehow the anger bubbling in his gut left a dark taste in his mouth. He glanced at Aiden who now had a smug expression in his eyes and the knowing look that he sent Peter's way was enough to cause a growl to escape unnoticed.

She raised an eyebrow in his direction and he pretended to ignore the questioning glance, choosing instead to glare down at his own jacket. 'Ugh get a grip you old wolf.' Peter didn't like a challenge from someone not even remotely in his league, Aiden was young and cocky and nowhere good enough for the woman he seemed to smugly think was his prize. Lydia Martin didn't know that she had inadvertently caused friction between two very stubborn werewolves, however Peter Hale was higher in the chain, and even though he had been bumped back to Beta with his death, the pride of an Alpha burned bright and strong. 'One wrong move pup and I'll be knocking at your door.'

The wait for news on Derek thus continued uneventful, it was early in the morning by the time they heard anything at all only six hours from the time that they had brought him there. Melissa stood speaking to one of the Doctors who then walked over and cleared his throat. "I'm looking for Derek Hales relatives."

Peter rose to his feet and went forward as Cora joined him, his legs felt like lead after waiting around for so long. "We're his family, what's the news?"

The Doctor nodded at them and then asked them to follow a few feet from the rest of the group, which seemed unnecessary, most could hear anyway but he didn't tell the Doctor that. "Derek has sustained rather severe injuries from multiple gunshot wounds, as I'm sure you're aware this kind of thing isn't easy to fix, we had to remove the shells and do a blood transfusion. However your nephew seems to be a rather strong and tenacious individual and I'm happy to say he should pull through. We're going to be keeping him here for as long as we need to, I can't promise when he'll be awake but I'm hopeful its soon. I suggest you come back tomorrow, there's nothing more anyone can do tonight." He sounded grave as a Doctor should in these times, even though his news was good.

"Can't we see him now?" Cora asked.

"You can but he's unconscious." The Doctor looked to Peter as the clear authority figure.

"I'm sure we can see him for a minute, then we'll return tomorrow." He guided Cora along with the Doctor to a room for intensive care patients. Derek looked pale and weak on the bed and he had wires fixed onto various parts of the body. The beep of a life support machine played as background noise, a promise that he was still alive.

Cora walked over to him slowly and laid a hand on his, Derek didn't deserve this kind of treatment by anyone. He was always helping people and doing his best and he had a kind and noble heart. She wanted to cry but she couldn't, it felt like there were no tears available to her just an incredible sense of anger and injustice. "I'll find who did this Derek I promise you, and we'll make them sorry that they ever messed with us Hales."

Peter walked over and put his hand on Cora's shoulder "he's alive and that's all that matters right now. Once he's awake we'll know exactly who it was, don't worry."

"Thank you." She didn't know what else to say right then, so she bent her head and kissed his forehead. "I'll come back soon." Cora turned to leave and as she reached the door, she turned to find Peter was still standing over Derek's body. "Are you coming?"

"Just a minute, I'll meet you outside." He didn't turn but he heard her close the door and walk down the hallway back to the others. Peter stared at his nephew for a moment longer, contemplating his predicament before he spoke once more. "You better pull through, that girl out there will be heartbroken if you don't." He looked at Derek's chest which was covered in bandages and wrapped up tightly, Peter laid his hand on one of his arms and closed his eyes, but there was no pain to take, just the feeling of heavy drugs working through the system and the body already healing. "Good lad."

Back at the waiting room the group were turning in for the night and making plans to come back and see Derek when he was awake.

"Don't worry about me bro I'm going to get a ride with mom she finishes in an hour." Scott said to Stiles, who was supporting a very tired and emotionally drained Cora.

"That's cool. You alright to get home Lydia?" Stiles was always looking out for her even now, it had probably become such a habit that he would find hard to break out of.

Lydia only now realized her biggest problem, "actually my car is still at the apartment parking lot, I came with Peter."

"You can come with us if you like." He offered smiling at her, hopeful to be able to help out in some way.

Lydia glanced at Cora who looked like she was almost passed out on her feet. "It would be going out of your way, I'm sure I can find something else."

Stiles looked about ready to argue but Aiden spoke up "you can ride with me if you like."

"On the bike? I'd rather not." She dismissed the idea entirely, that just was not her scene.

"What's wrong with my bike?" He asked in an offended tone looking as though she had kicked him, or something.

Before she could retort to the question Peter spoke up as he joined them "she'll get a ride home with me. Stiles can bring Lydia to the loft tomorrow and pick her car up then." He left no room for arguments and everyone was far too tired to complain much anyway. They all went their separate ways and Lydia offered Aiden his denim jacket back, but he refused.

"You can give it back tomorrow at school."

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yeah its cool don't worry about it, I'll see you then." He winked and then waved to the rest as he and Ethan walked out the hospital and to return home.

Peter stared at the jacket on her disdainfully before giving up; he wouldn't be able to demand she remove it without looking totally insane. And he knew she already thought he was but there wasn't any need to further that notion, and truth be told he felt a weariness in his bones after today that left him apathetic to the situation. "Lets go shall we?"

They walked back to where he had left the car and both of them got in without a word. Lydia settled into her seat and glanced over at him "not that I don't appreciate you taking me home, and that I haven't exactly got much of an option, but you could have asked."

"I thought you'd be glad not to ride on that awful bike." He said turning his nose up at the idea of it all.

She laughed humorlessly "I could have gotten a taxi."

"You can still get a taxi, no one is stopping you." He offered, the engine still idle. They hadn't moved yet as he waited for her permission to continue.

"Well… there's no point now and I'll just end up waiting for them to show. Still, next time…"

"Next time I'll ask." He smiled secretly to himself, a small victory yes but he'd take it. They drove back without another word spoken, the silence was quite a pleasant one and neither felt the need to fill it with any kind of conversation or banter. The drive was even pleasant since most of the people on the roads were now safe and sound in their beds or at home doing whatever they did this late at night and it wasn't long before Peter pulled up outside the Martin home.

Sighing slightly she said, "I'm not even going to ask how you knew your way here without my help."

"I have an excellent memory." He joked, trying to defuse the moment. Were his actions over her going to haunt them forever? He couldn't really blame her if they did in all honesty.

Lydia looked him in the eyes, the darkness made it difficult to see his expression but she had a feeling that he was trying his best to be nice. Why? She hadn't a single clue what his game was anymore, and with her brain sluggish and tired she didn't really want to. "Thanks for the ride home."

"Anytime." He watched her start to get out and then called after her "Lydia." She turned back and waited "thank you; you saved Derek's life. I owe you more than just my resurrection, once again I am in your debt."

Lydia didn't really know what to say to him then or if he was being genuine or not, she started to feel a headache start to set in. "I didn't do it for you." She finally replied, but he just smiled at her.

"I know."

As she got out and shut the door there were suddenly a thousand questions that needed answers, questions she'd been pushing back and ignoring for so long. Only as she turned around to open the door Peter had already driven off down the road and she watched him turn the corner and disappearing into the night. Those questions churned and replayed in her mind as she lay in bed trying to sleep; but there was only one that continued over all others and one that Peter Hale seemed to leave behind him every time.

'Why?'


Poor Lydia! Hope you've enjoyed this one as I enjoyed writing it.