A/N: Oh my goodness, you guys! The next chapter is the last one! I'm going to be honest, this chapter didn't come out exactly the way I wanted it to, but I can't figure out how to fix it, so I'm just going with it. When I post the last chapter, I'll probably post the first chapter of the prequel at the same time. Then I'll update this story when I post the sequel. That's my plan, let me know what you think. Please favorite/follow/review! Don't give up on me yet! We're SO CLOSE!
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Beacon Hills, Ca.
1546 Hours
The Ivy Bed and Breakfast
The sky grew darker as a storm approached, and Stiles and Lydia had made it back to the B&B before the rain came. They were both aware that this day was quickly ending, and this was the last day before they got back to their own time. Lydia was still trying to remain confident that they would remember everything, but Stiles could tell she was slowly losing hope.
"What do you want to do now?" Stiles asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Lydia sat down next to him. "I just..." She started. "I want..." She took a deep breath. "Can you just hold me?" She asked. He nodded slowly and the two of them laid back. He held her tightly against him, her head on his chest. The rain hit the window steadily, and thunder crashed loudly. "I know I told you before," Lydia began. "But this is my favorite sound. Your heartbeat." Stiles smiled.
"My favorite sound is your laugh." Lydia let out a small laugh that turned into a sob. "Hey," he said soothingly. "I don't like that sound."
"I'm sorry." She sniffled. "I just... I don't want us to forget this. I don't want to forget how it feels to curl up next to you with your arms around me. I don't want to forget how in this moment, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my entire life."
Stiles took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head. "I could never forget this. I could never forget how much I love you. How much I've always loved you." They laid there for awhile, until he realized that the rain had stopped. He suddenly sat up. "Get up. I have an idea."
The thunder still rumbled in the distance, and Stiles was sure that the storm wasn't over. He led her out to Beacon Hills Preserve, and just as they got to the nemeton, the skies broke loose. Rain began falling hard, but neither of them flinched. He walked over to a tree with a large trunk, stood at the foot of it, and looked straight up.
"What are we doing?" Lydia asked him. Stiles presented a pocket knife that he had found the day before in the jacket he 'borrowed' from the school. He crouched down and began to carve into the tree. "Stiles?! This is a preserve! We're supposed to be preserving, not destroying."
"I don't care. Look," He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him. "We're worried about what'll happen when we get back... Whether we'll remember this or not...or if we're even friends- because, you know... we fucked up... a LOT. Time is what's going to take our memories away, so I say, screw time! Let's make it so it doesn't forget us." A smiled slowly appeared on Lydia's face and she grabbed Stiles's face and pulled him in, lips crashing into lips, rain dripping into their mouths. They finally pulled away from each other, and she bit her lip.
"Give me that." She took the knife from him and began carving as well. Before long, they sat there staring at the letters M.S. & L.M. "We're dorks, you do realized that." She said as they stood up and admired their work, rain still pouring.
She looked up at him and he made eye contact. He reached out to move a piece of hair from her face, and held the back of her head as he leaned down to kiss her again. Tongues searched mouths hungrily and they each kept deepening the kiss wanting more and more. He grabbed the back of her legs to lift her up and leaned her up against the tree. Lydia was crying again. Tears mixing with rain water. She didn't want this to end. She didn't know if they were fated to be together or if in another life, they would be with other people. Allison always said there was no such thing as fate. Lydia desperately wanted to believe that Allison was wrong on that one and that she would be with Stiles no matter what time did to fuck them over.
"Lydia," Stiles mumbled against her lips. As if reading her mind, he said, "I will always find my way back to you. I swear."
When they walked into The Ivy again later, Aubrey was leaving and nearly ran into them.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She apologized.
"It's fine!" Lydia smiled.
"No, it's not. I totally wasn't paying attention." She stopped to take a look at them. "You two look like you got caught in that storm."
Lydia and Stiles exchanged looks. "You could say that." Stiles told her.
"Oh, um...Wow... this is awkward," Aubrey started and Lydia looked at her curiously. "It's just... when you turned your head," she was talking to Lydia. "I noticed..." Aubrey pointed to her own auburn hair, "You have...something."
Lydia patted the back of her head and sure enough there was something tangled in it. When she pulled her hand away, she was holding a twig with a leaf still attached. She looked over at Stiles who quickly turned away to stifle a laugh.
'It must of have been the wind." Lydia smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah..."Aubrey began, not convinced as she looked back and forth between the two. "Must have. Well, have a good night."
Lydia turned to Stiles as soon as Aubrey was gone. "She gave me a look!"
"A look?" Stiles asked as he began to lead Lydia back to their room.
"Yes, a look!"
"What kind of a look?"
"When she said have a good night, she gave me this look like I know what kind of night you're gonna have."
"Well, what kind of night did she think we were going to have?" He quirked an eyebrow as they made it to their door.
"I don't know!" She crossed her arms as she waited for Stiles to unlock it. "Probably one that includes lots of sex."
"Really?" Stiles asked with a smirk as he opened the door.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "I didn't say she was right." She said as she pushed past him.
They returned their key to the front desk the next day.
Mrs. Sherridan was at the desk when they got there.
"Is your daughter here?" Lydia asked, making small talk while the woman totaled up the cost of their room.
"Aubrey? No. She had a party to go to at noon."
"Wait...noon?" Stiles and Lydia exchanged looks, then Lydia whispered, "I thought you said it started at 2?"
"I thought that's what it said."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Hurry up and pay her so we can go."
Stiles ended up handing over almost every penny they had, before Lydia grabbed his hand and led him out the door.
When they got to Beacon Beach, there were tons of teenagers around. They both searched for the striking auburn hair that belonged to the girl they were trying to save.
Suddenly, Lydia spotted her. There was a cliff that peeked out over the water. Some kids were climbing up and jumping off. Aubrey had about three people in front of her and one behind her. The banshee took off running toward the cliff.
"Lydia!" Stiles called, but she was already well on her way. He didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to run after her too, but he realized that if Lydia couldn't talk her out of jumping, he needed to be able to get to her. He began to take off his shoes and socks as he neared the shoreline. There was now one person in front of her and Lydia was still climbing up. The person in front of her jumped.
Aubrey neared the edge and seemed to have a moment of indecision. She stepped back a few feet, and Stiles saw her motion to the person behind her to go. He shook his head 'no.'
"What's going on?" Stiles mumbled as he took a few more steps into the water, waves then hitting his knees.
"Aubrey!" Lydia called.
Aubrey motioned to Lydia, but the guy grabbed her. There was a struggle and all of a sudden Aubrey was falling, and no one else seemed to have noticed.
