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It had been a week since the Mind Warper had been killed. A week since Derek had been killed. A week for Stiles to recover, but he hadn't.

"Try it again, it will take a while to recover. Be patient and it will happen", Lydia told Stiles as he tried to flick his claws out. The Esprit was gone but he was still weak and recovering. His powers still hadn't come back and he was starting to think that they never would.

"What if they don't come back?" Stiles stressed as he splayed his fingers out, trying once more to push out his claws. It didn't work.

"What happened to the Stiles that said he didn't want to become a werewolf?" Lydia teased, giving him a friendly dig in the arm. He rolled his eyes but smiled at her.

"Considering that it's Beacon Hills, I think I might need to be", he sighed and sat back on his sofa and Lydia joined him. "Guess I'm done with University", he said it like he was disappointed but sitting next to Lydia right now made him sort of glad that he wasn't going back.

"Stiles, you can still go back to Uni. Don't let us stop you from doing what you want", Lydia sat forward and held his hand. She looked deeply into his eyes and he was filled with an urge to kiss her.

"I am doing what I want", he whispered as he leant in closer to her face. She started to lean in too and Stiles' heart beat sped up as his lips moved inches away from hers. They were about to touch when the front door in Stiles' house opened, pulling them apart to see who had come in.

"Hey, Stiles how are you feeling?" Scott asked as he walked into the room. Stiles felt a twinge of annoyance towards his friend but it quickly subsided; he didn't know that he was interrupting something and he was coming to see if his friend was okay.

"Yeah dude, I'm fine", he beamed and pulled an angelic face when he saw the coffee in Scott's hand. Scott grinned and pulled the cup to his chest protectively as Stiles reached his hand out for it. "Scott!" Stiles whined, "I've been ill, gimme the coffee"

"You can't use that excuse forever!" Scott laughed. Stiles continued to give him an angelic smile and eventually Scott gave up and handed him the cup and then sat next to him on the sofa. "What have you two been doing?" Scott raised his eyebrows up and down teasingly as he slid his feet onto the table in front of him. Stiles elbowed his best friend playfully. He looked over to Lydia. She was looking down at the floor blushing, which surprised Stiles – the pack had always teased them about this, even Malia had done it a couple of times while he was still dating her. Why was she suddenly so weird about it?

"Trying to help me go wolf again", Stiles answered, deciding he would ask Lydia about it later. Not while Scott was here.

"Any luck?" Scott asked, his smile dropping slightly but not completely. He didn't want Stiles to know that he was concerned.

"Not yet", Stiles attempted to get his claws out to prove it (not that Scott wouldn't believe him)

Scott opened his mouth to speak but his phone started to buzz in his pocket and showed the screen to Stiles. It was Allison. Stiles nodded to tell him that it was okay for him to take it and Scott went out of the room into the kitchen to answer the call. Stiles placed his cup of coffee onto the table in front of him.

"So…" Stiles looked around the room awkwardly and then eventually settled on Lydia, who was still looking at the ground, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah", Lydia replied but she didn't look up and Stiles knew that something was wrong. He took her hand in his and she finally looked at him. She smiled softly and assured him that she was okay.

"Why did you go weird when Scott was teasing us?" Stiles forced himself to ask – if he didn't ask now, he would talk himself out of it. "He's always doing that, he doesn't mean anything"

"I think this time he did", Lydia spoke quickly and bluntly and she started to blush again, "It was when we were in the woods" she pulled her hand away from his and bit her lip.

"What is it?" Stiles inched closer to her, "You can tell me"

"I said that I…"

Scott walked back into the room and Lydia shrank away. Stiles internally cursed his friend for having the worst timing as he lay back in his chair.

"Allison wants me to come over so I'll leave you to it", Scott acted like he was taking Stiles going wolf but a small wink let him know that he meant something else. Scott beamed and then walked out of the room. Stiles waited until he heard the front door close before he turned back to Lydia; he knew his friend well and wanted to make sure he wasn't eavesdropping.

Lydia watched as Stiles turned towards her. Everything about him was gentle and she always felt safe with him.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" he questioned, his voice soft like butter. She could listen to him speak for hours.

"It doesn't matter", she whispered, chickening out. She really wanted to tell him what she had said in the woods when she thought he was dying because she meant it. She couldn't though. Not while Stiles was with Malia.

"Lydia, tell me", he sounded worried now which made her feel bad – she didn't want him to worry, there was nothing to worry about.

"How's Malia?" she changed the subject, hoping that Stiles would drop it. "Considering everything with…" she stopped, not wanting to make Stiles feel any worse… too late. Stiles looked down at the floor, moisture forming in his eyes. At least it made him drop the topic.

"I haven't spoken to her about it", Stiles confessed as he sat back against the sofa again, away from Lydia. She decided she didn't like the distance but she didn't do anything about it.

"She's your girlfriend Stiles!" she raised her voice a little louder than she had meant to, making Stiles jump. He hadn't expected that.

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows at her and she had a mini urge to slap him; she thought that he cared about people more than that.

"You should be there for her, she's your girlfriend!" Lydia calmed her voice but sat forward, getting overly worked up about the situation. She would hope that if someone close to her had died that her boyfriend would be there for her.

"Oh right yeah, I never got to actually tell you. The Esprit got in the way", Stiles laughed slightly and ran his fingers through his hair as if he felt stupid.

"Tell me what?" Lydia queried, growing confused.

"I broke up with Malia", he responded. Lydia kept her confused facial expression as she took in what he had just told her. Stiles' eyes turned slightly darker as she continued to speak, "It was the day after I kissed you. I went over to Malia's and told her everything"

"What's everything?" Lydia cut in, wanting him to confirm her speculation.

"How I don't feel that way about her", he explained and then paused for a second, "How I feel about you"

"What did she say?" Lydia whispered. She couldn't believe that all this time Stiles and Malia had been broken up. That's what Allison meant when she had come over to talk to her. She had said that Stiles meant what he did, obviously thinking Stiles had told her. Lydia had thought that she was talking about the kiss but it made more sense now.

Stiles smiled slightly at her persistent questions – they both knew she had a tendency to go twenty questions on people. "She said she knew. That she could sense it. She actually told me to go after you but…"

"I made you think I didn't want you", she finished for him. She could feel her eyes burning with the tears she was holding back. She didn't know why she wanted to cry, Stiles was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear right now.

"When I told her, I wasn't trying to make you… I'm not trying to", he rambled as he looked for the right words.

A relieved tear slipped out of her eye as she pulled his face towards hers. Their lips crashed together and she could feel Stiles' body tense under hers. After a few seconds, it loosened up and his right hand came up to caress her cheek. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him.

Their kisses were soft and gentle at first but quickly turned feverish and lust filled. All of the sexual tension that had built up between them was being released as Stiles' shirt came over his head. Lydia whimpered when Stiles pulled away, already missing the contact.

"Let's go upstairs… my Dad could come back soon", Stiles muttered, his breathing heavy. Lydia nodded. Her breathing was heavy too. He took her hand as he pushed himself off the sofa and towards the stairs.