A/N: I AM RATING THIS CHAPTER "M."

Toward the end of the chapter things got a little racy, and I'm not sure where the line between T and M is drawn. It's quite possible it would still be rated T,(It's not hugely detailed) but to be safe I'm saying it's M. Let me know what you would rate it.

There is nothing of importance at the end of the chapter so if you feel uncomfortable, you can stop reading and go on to the next chapter.

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Beacon Hills, Ca.

1222 Hours

Tate's Diner.

Lydia was sitting on the floor in the tiny, one-person bathroom. Tears streamed down her face and she wasn't even sure why.

There was a soft knock at the door and she heard Stiles. "Lydia? Are you okay?" She sniffled and reached up to unlock the door. He opened it slowly, careful not to hit her. "Hey," He said soothingly as he closed the door and locked it again, then sat down next to her on the ground. "What's going on?"

Lydia shook her head and rested it on his shoulder. "I have no idea. I just started crying, and I couldn't stop." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him, then kissed the top of her head.

"Do you want to talk about it right now?" He asked after a moment of sitting in silence.

"No." She said with a frustrated growl. She sat up and wiped her eyes roughly. "I want to eat. I'm starving. We'll talk about it later."

Stiles nodded and stood up, then helped Lydia up as well.

"Everything alright?" Liza asked as she appeared back at the table with the rest of their food.

"Yes,"Lydia said. "Thank you."

They ate their food mostly in silence, but somewhere in the middle, Stiles reached across the table and held Lydia's hand for the rest of their meal.

Once they were finished, Stiles held both of Lydia's hands in his. They hadn't said anything, but Stiles only stared at their hands. It felt right to him. It had always felt right with her. Sure, it felt good with Malia, but it had always felt like something was missing. Because even though he liked Malia, he'd never stopped loving Lydia.

"So," He finally broke the silence. "We figured out where we're staying. What's next on the list?"

Lydia looked down at the list in front of her and looked back up. "Well, I'm worried."

"About what?" He asked, concern written all over his face.

"I think we messed everything up. And it all started when we got caught in the Captain's Quarters."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that because we got caught, we ended up in isolation for several days, and you got into a fight with somebody in first class. Because it took so long for us to get to the lifeboats, we got caught in a chase that resulted in us becoming hypothermic. So, when we jumped, we missed our meeting with Arnaud. We should have been able to save him without going to the lengths that we did. Then you got shot and Arnaud stuck around, and can I just say that he and Phoebe were getting pretty chummy?" Lydia sighed. "We were there friends, Stiles, and I don't think that was supposed to happen. If we came across them now, they would probably remember us. Hell, Arnaud wanted to name his kid after you! Then because your stitches opened, we ended up leading Rhys to the doctor. And he shot him. I mean, we're not sure if he died or not, but either way, how much does that change things? Then, at Woodstock, you walked away to change your bandage, and I got drugged. And if that hadn't happened, we would have jumped before falling asleep, Tommy wouldn't have messed with the device, and that shit I was talking about earlier, wouldn't have happened. And we wouldn't be stuck here with no foreseeable way out...So... did we screw everything up?"

Stiles ran his thumb across the top of her hand. "I don't know. I've been wondering that too."

"Can I get you anything else?"

Stiles shook his head. "No, just the check is fine."

Liza threw her hand up. "It's on the house."

"What?" Stiles was mid-pulling out the cash when he stopped. "No, Liza, you've been too kind, please let me pay you for the meal."

"Nope. I won't take it." She motioned for them to follow her. "Come with me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."

She led the two teens out the back, and up a set of metal stairs. At the top was a door that opened up to a hallway.

"There are two apartments up here. The one on the left belonged to my brother, the one on the right was turned into an office several years back." Liza walked up to the door on the left and unlocked it. It was a studio apartment. There was a kitchen to the left and a living area to the right. A bathroom was ahead and to right, and the bed sat across from it on the left side behind the kitchen.

"This is perfect." Lydia told her then turned to give her a hug. "Thank you so much."

Liza took the key off the ring and handed it to Stiles. "I want you both downstairs tomorrow at 7 am for your first shifts."

"Okay." Stiles smiled. Liza left and Stiles walked over to the bathroom and peeked inside. "Oh my God! It's an actual shower!"

"Dibs!" Lydia called and raced past him, slamming the door in his face.

"Well that was rude." He mumbled then collapsed onto the bed. He heard the shower start and he sighed. As he laid there his mind began to wander thinking about what Lydia had said about them messing up the timeline. He tried telling himself, 'how much could one friendship mean?' But then he remembered that Arnaud had Olivia, and under different circumstances, Arnaud would go back to Olivia once he went home. But, Lydia was right. Phoebe and Arnaud had chemistry and even if they never actually got together, how much would that change his and Olivia's relationship? How much had Lydia changed his and Malia's? "Shit." He groaned.

Stiles didn't realize he had dozed off until he woke up and the water was no longer running. He sat up and saw Lydia sitting at the table looking over her list. Her hair was still wet so she wasn't out of the shower for very long. She must have heard him move because she turned to face him.

"Nice of you to wake up."

"I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. I guess it was because it's an actual bed- Something else I haven't seen in weeks." He stood up from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower now. When I get out, we can talk some more."

Stiles walked in to the bathroom and Lydia bit her thumbnail as she stared at the door. She was so in love with him that it hurt. She turned back to the list in front of her. She really needed to talk to him about what those flashes were and how they happened. And what about them as a couple? Would he even still want to be with her after seeing the possibility of what their life could be like? She got lost in her own thoughts before hearing the water shut off.

"Ugh! God...dammit!" She heard him yell. She looked back toward the door, and he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water slid down his chest and his hair was dripping wet as well.

'Holy hell." Lydia said, breathless.

"What?" He asked as he turned to look at her.

"What?" She asked. "I didn't say anything." She panted...like actually panted. She hoped that Stiles hadn't noticed, but the look of amusement he was giving her said otherwise.

"My clothes got wet." He told her with a smirk. "Can you help me find something to wear?" Lydia nodded before her brain processed what he was asking. Luckily, her feet seemed to know what to do even though her brain didn't know. She walked over to the dresser and crouched down to look in the bottom drawer. "I'd look," he was saying, "But, I'm worried that the towel would fall off." He watched her cheeks turn pink "Sorry. " he said with a chuckle. "I'm not trying to be suggestive. I realize now, how that came across."

Lydia picked up a pair of pants out of the drawer and handed them to him, "It's fine." She didn't say it to his face, as much as she said it to his chest. They stood there as a tense moment passed between the two. Lydia finally walked away and toward the bed and Stiles and slipped the pants on and followed her. She sat on her knees near the foot of the bed and he faced her with his back to the pillows.

"So, what do we need to talk about now?" He asked.

She looked up and her breath hitched in her throat. "Um...well first off, can we talk about how you're not wearing a shirt?"

"Since when do you care if I wear a shirt?"

"Since we're trying to have a conversation and it's very distracting." Stiles shrugged. "Fine." She huffed and began unbuttoning her shirt. "You're not wearing a shirt, so I'm not going to wear a shirt."

Stiles shrugged again. "Okay." Lydia threw the shirt down. "What's the next thing you wanted to talk about?"

Lydia was still sitting on her knees while Stiles was sitting cross-legged in front of her, and leaning back on his hands. She was hyperaware of the water beading on his chest. "I want to talk about...God... why aren't you wearing a shirt?!"

Stiles chuckled, "Honestly? I like making you flustered."

"Oh yeah?" She asked before reached behind her back and unhooking her bra. Stiles's eyes widened. "Two can play at that game." He nearly lost his balance, but he pushed himself up and onto his knees too. Lydia pulled her bra off and chucked it onto the ground with her shirt. Stiles licked his lips slowly and grabbed her waist. They stared at each other for a moment before he swiftly threw her back onto the pillows behind him and hovered over her, his face inches from hers.

They were both breathing heavily. Stiles gave her a smirk before reaching down and running his fingers up her leg. Her breath caught in her throat and he leaned down to kiss her neck. His hand had passed her knee and was inching toward her thigh. Lydia placed her hands on his shoulders and flipped them over so that she was straddling him. She ran her hands from his shoulders, down his chest, and to his abs until they reached he edge of his pants.

Her hands were set to unbutton them, but he grabbed her wrists. She looked up and they locked eyes for a moment, before he rolled them back over. He was above her again, still holding her wrists and he lifted them over her head. He glanced over her, realizing the vulnerable position she was in, but recognizing at the same time that she had the power to break his skull with her voice if she wanted to.

It was like something had taken over him. Since when had he become so confident?

He looked back at her lips before crashing into them with his. She immediately opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore it. Stiles continued holding her wrists with one of his hands while he lowered the other hand to run his fingers up her inner thigh.

His mouth left hers and kissed down her neck until he reached one of her breasts. Again, confidence took over. It felt like he had been with Lydia like this a million times before. The thought that 'this was actually happening', never crossed his mind.

As his mouth engulfed her breast, his hand slipped inside her underwear and his fingers slipped inside of her.

Lydia eyes popped open and the sudden sensation and she bit her lip to stay quiet. Just like Stiles, there was this feeling that this wasn't the first time they had been in this situation together, and he definitely seemed to know his way around her body. He had moved his mouth to the other breast, and she could tell that she was close.

"Stiles!." She panted as she climaxed.

Stiles's ears perked up at hearing his name and both of them seemed to crash land back into reality.