Hey guys hope you liked the first chapter! I have really been missing teen wolf a lot and stydia, so this story has been going through my mind like crazy! Please let me know what you think!
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"Different how?!"
"Stiles! How many times have I told you I don't know! I can't explain the feeling I got!" Lydia raised her voice at Stiles standing in the kitchen at Derek's. They had kept her cooped up inside, while still trying to figure out what exactly happened.
Stiles sighed and rolled his head back and side to side, he was getting agitated and he was not trying to hide it either. How was he supposed to help Lydia if she couldn't give him any information. "Lydia, you said it was a different feeling then normal, so just explain it! You never seem to have an issue with explaining things in class so don't start now."
Lydia glared at him, he was such a pain in her ass but she didn't think she would make it without him so she put up with it. "Stop being a smart ass Stiles.. I- I don't know. I remember falling asleep and the next thing I knew I was standing in that warehouse." She took a big breath and let it out grabbing the countertop with both hands.
Stiles turned from his seat and noticed her stop, and how hard she was gripping the counter. He wanted to help her not put her through more pain.
She started up again, "It came from my core, it was this gut wrenching pain. I normally feel it sitting in my throat warning me that I am gonna scream but no.. not this." She locked her eyes with his, "You wanna know what felt different? It felt like someone had stabbed me in my stomach, and I was too mortified to move. There, you happy?" She turned and walked out the front door, shutting it behind her.
Stiles first instinct was to get up and go after her but he was stopped.
"Don't." Scott was walking downstairs and couldn't lie and say he didn't listen in to everything that was happening.
Stiles turned and sighed, "Why not? I should go make sure she is okay, I was the one pushing her."
Scott passed him and sat on the other side of him, "She knows you care Stiles and knows why you are pushing so hard, but her leaving? That's her way of telling you she needs a break."
Stiles looked down at his fingers, he hadn't even noticed he had picked at them so hard that he was bleeding. He knew he needed to calm himself down, but the last time a situation occurred like this it was him. And he knew what it felt like to wake up and not know where he was.
"Scott, the last time something like this happened my body got taken over by a freaking nogitsune. I was freaking dying and I'm human! " Stiles started pacing, wiping the blood off his fingers onto his jeans. "I have my baseball bat, thats it! Lydia, sh-she is a banshee! Who knows what the hell could be happening to her!"
Scott stood up looking at his best friend pace back and forth, he knew Stiles was scared. He reeked of it.
"Well there was something there, I can tell you that for sure. So this is new territory for all of us. We just need someone with her at all times." He moved to sit down. "We need someone to be with her to make sure she doesn't walk off again, and if she does that's when you need to call me or Derek.
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It had been two weeks and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Lydia bounced from house to house staying with her pack, and they were making sure she was safe.
Lydia had just hugged Scott goodbye, it was his turn to have her stay at his house. When she opened the front door Stiles was there leaning up against his jeep waiting for her. She turned and gave last look at Scott and walked over.
Stiles gave her a small smile and grabbed her bag throwing it in the back of the jeep.
Once inside Stiles started the jeep and they were off down the road. It remained quiet until Stiles couldn't take it any longer and had to try and talk to Lydia. He hadn't spoken to her since she stormed off at Derek's and felt bad. "Listen Lyds, I-"
Lydia knew what he was about to say so that's why she had to stop him, she sighed. "Stiles, don't apologize. I was stressed and you were just worried and wanted to know more information. I get it." It took everything in her not to reach over to him, but she knew she couldn't. "We're good, I promise."
It had felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of Stiles shoulders, "Thank God, Lydia it was killing me! I felt like such a jerk."
Lydia giggled and continued to look out the window as they drove.
"Sooo... to makeup for it even more, I grabbed a bunch of old movies and got candy, popcorn, whatever you name it! I thought we could have a movie night like old times." He was watching her and waiting for her response.
Lydia's heart soared at the thought that Stiles had done this for her, but then the feelings faltered when she remembered why their movies had slowly started to stop in the first place. As soon as Malia came into the picture, Stiles had spent less time with her and she hated it. Don't get her wrong he still hung out with her, and was always there for her but it was different.
Lydia tried to keep the disappointment off her face, but Stiles noticed. He just must have felt like not saying anything. "That sounds great Stiles, just as long as were are not watching Star Wars." Her voice teasing him with his favorite movie, she knew she could get a reaction out of him.
"Is that judgement I hear in your voice Lydia Martin? It's a cinematic masterpiece, don't even deny it!" Lydia knew this was coming and couldn't help herself from laughing, and once Stiles noticed she was, he couldn't help but join in too. They slowly rolled up in front of his house just as their laughter had died off.
When they got inside, Lydia and Stiles both got comfortable in the living room and started a movie. Lydia was so relieved he actually didn't want to make her watch Star Wars. Either way it really didn't matter, she couldn't focus. Ever since that night, she had this bad feeling that followed her. She just couldn't wrap her finger around it.
Suddenly she was drawn away from her thoughts when the movie was paused. She turned to look at Stiles and found him looking at her, his face was serious. "What are you thinking about"?
"Nothing." She didn't want to tell him, she didn't want to tell anyone. She felt weak having to stay at everyone's house and being watched. She felt like a burden.
Stiles scoffed, "Okay I call bullshit, seriously Lydia what's going through your head?" He sat up on the couch that was facing the couch she was laying on, so now she couldn't avoid his stare. She sat up and decided to face him back.
"You know I can handle myself right? Because this whole situation where I am bouncing from house to house just to make sure I'm okay is a lot. I would be okay on my own." She didn't want to give away everything she was feeling but wanted to slowly get there, she trusted Stiles so why not explain how she was feeling.
He sighed and shook his head, "Of course I know you can handle yourself, Lydia I've known you since the third grade."
Lydia's face went red, she was a completely different person now then who she was a few years ago. She wished she would have figured out her feelings back then instead of now when Stiles decided to get a girlfriend.
"Lydia we all know how strong you are but you have to understand we are just doing this because we care, you know?" He began to play with his fingers wringing them in between his hands. "We haven't had any supernatural things happen recently, and then this happens out of the blue. You left and no one knew, so we just want to make sure it doesn't happen again. So will you now tell me what is wrong?"
He was getting impatient, she knew it but she just couldn't spill her concerns yet. "What makes you think something is wrong?"
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Like I said Lydia, I have known you since the third grade. I can tell when something is wrong, it's all over your face."
She wasn't expecting to hear what he had said, and this got her to look up. When she met his eyes they were pleading, pleading her to tell him what was wrong as if he wanted to make it better. It gave her comfort, so she caved.
"I wasn't gonna scream." That's all she said before she looked back down again, fighting to find words to explain what she was trying to convey.
That's when Stiles got up and walked to sit next to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. He moved his head to be level with hers, "What?"
It took her a second before she turned to him, his brown eyes waiting for hers to meet his again. "I- uh", She was getting flustered, she didn't want to think about the terrible feeling she had. That was when she felt Stiles grab both her hands with his and hold them, and that's when she turned and got a boost of confidence. Stiles knew she needed help in that moment and couldn't refrain himself. It was like she was drowning in thoughts and he had to pull her out of them.
"I wasn't gonna scream because I don't think anyone died. These banshee things happen when someone is gonna die, and normally it's not painful but I could feel something was wrong." Stiles finger began to rub circles onto her skin. "If I wasn't there because someone died, then why was I? I just can't stop thinking about it."
Stiles moved his arm around her pulling her into his chest, "I know, I can't either."
Lydia was tense at first, Stiles hadn't hugged or been physically affectionate with her since Malia. They use to be like this but it stopped, so Lydia wanted to enjoy every minute of it. Eventually letting him pull her in and laying her head against his chest, she could hear his heart beating. As it remained quiet between them, that's what she listened to. Neither one of them felt like anything needed to be said, cause holding onto each other like this said it all. His heartbeat eventually calmed her down, and before she knew it her eyes were hard to keep open.
Stiles could hear her breathing start to even out and decided they should probably get some sleep. "Hey we should head upstairs. You can take my bed."
Lydia didn't disagree as she was half asleep when he led her upstairs, she got in his bed and within minutes fell asleep. Stiles already had a blow up mattress ready and grabbed his pillow and plopped down trying to get comfortable. He tried closing his eyes and sleeping but it wasn't working, he was thinking about too much. So he opted to turn and look at Lydia who was peacefully sleeping a few feet away from him, and within minutes he himself was sound asleep.
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Stiles... Stiles...
"STILES!" Stiles jumped up from his sleeping form realizing someone was actually saying his name in real life. "Stiles wake up!"
His dad was standing at his door, waiting for him to respond. Stiles had to blink a few times to clear his eyes from the sleep, until he could somewhat focus.
"What is so important you felt the need to yell my name for the whole neighborhood to hear at-" Stiles paused and checked his clock. "At 5:30 in the morning!"
Sheriff Stilinski would have been laughing at his son if it wasn't for what he encountered only minutes before. "Uhh Lydia I-"
Lydia? Stiles was still half asleep but then remembered the redhead laying in his bed. Only when he turned to look he didn't see her. "Oh my God, Lydia! Where is she?"
Stiles jumped up, eyes frantic at the fact that she wasn't in bed sleeping peacefully like she was when he last saw her.
"That's what I was coming to talk to you about. Last thing you told me she was spending the night, and next thing I know I'm coming home from the night shift and she is walking out our front door." The sheriff watched as his son frantically began dialing a number on his phone. "I thought you said she was staying for a few days?"
Stiles heard ringing waiting for Scott to pick up until he heard his voicemail, "Damn it! Uh she is, well was supposed to! Dad I gotta go!"
The sheriff watched as his son frantically started dialing another number, and simultaneously trying to put on his shoes. "Do I even wanna know what's going on?"
Stiles ran passed him to head to the stairs, "No you really don't".
The sheriff sighed and rubbed his hand down his face as he watched his son race to get out the front door, "Stiles be-"
"I'll be safe I swear!" He yelled as he ran out the door. Thats's finally when Malia answered the phone.
"Thank God, Malia! Lydia is in another trance, my dad caught her leaving the house." Stiles was breathing hard as he turned to look down the street and caught the redhead walking towards an empty lot by the woods on the end of the street.
"Again? Did you call Scott? Where is she now?" Malia could sense something was up as soon as she heard Stiles panting into the phone. I mean she knew he wasn't in the best of shape but that was not the case here.
Stiles started taking off running after Lydia, "She is walking towards the woods at the end of my street, Scott went to voicemail."
Malia noticed the wind pick up on the phone realizing he was running, "Stiles what are you doing? Wait for me I'll be there in a few minutes."
Stiles could barely focus on what Malia was saying, all he could focus on was not losing sight of Lydia. "No I can't wait, I can't let her go off by herself."
"Stiles yes you can, you don't know where she could be headed! It could be dangerous, wait for me please!" Malia was begging on the other line as she was throwing shoes on to leave her home. It wouldn't take her long to find him he just needed to trust her.
"That's exactly why I have to go!" Stiles began to pick up pace as he noticed that Lydia was about to start walking into the tree-line that sat in front of her.
Malia was almost to his house, "You don't have to Stiles, just wait."
Stiles watched as Lydia walked into the edge of the forest, "I know I don't have to, but I need to. There is no way I am letting something happen again, it's Lydia." And with that he hung up, taking off in a sprint. He had gotten close to her but couldn't see her now due to the trees that hung in his way.
Once he made it inside the forest he stopped to see if he could hear her walking, or if he could see her at all. It was so dark Stiles had to squint and try and see movement, but he was seeing no sign of Lydia.
He then saw nothing at all, and everything went black.