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Kira Yukimura walked quietly through the busy hall of Beacon Hills, cursing herself for what had been unfolding. Her mother gave her strict orders not to talk to any of them! Then what happens? The banshee ends up being the one to point her out. To be honest, she thought the one of the werewolves would sniff her out before she got through first period.
"Hey, cutie!" Her head shot up and turned to where the loud, obnoxious whoop came. She was, of course, greeted by none other than a group of jockey teenage boys. She gave shy smile before walking off in what seemed like an introverted stance. Really, she just didn't want anyone to notice or touch her on her way to another class.
Why are they making me go here? It's not my job to go to high school, She thought tiredly. When she moved into Beacon Hills with her parents a week ago, they insisted that she go to school to get to know the pack of which she was assigned. How Kira would get to know them, she had no clue. Her mother had forbid her from contacting them, the humans included. She had followed that rule until the banshee decided to ambush her a few minutes ago.
"Well, I already broke that rule, what's say a few more?" She mumbled to herself reluctantly. Instead of going down the hall to her right and heading towards her next class, she headed through the left, going into what was labelled as the counselor's office. There was an obvious 'Out For Lunch' sign on the door, but none of the few students still in the halls paid her mind.
Kira poked her head through, leaking a tiny sigh of relief when she was met with an empty room. She slithered in and locked door behind her, dropping her bag down in front of it. she quickly went over to the desk drawer, running her hands through all of the vertically placed files. She pulled out the two she was looking for and sat them on the desk. Quietly, she sat in the office chair, opening the file with the banshee's name on it. She pushed aside the basic files on her IQ levels and other things, going quickly to the reports on her mental history and analysis. She was already confused, as the first few pages of her mental analysis were nothing but repeated sketches of trees on notebook paper.
Lydia Martin is a smart, confident leader by heart and she shows a fondness for being in control of her surroundings. However, her recent outbursts and unfocused behavior reported from the staff is alarming. When brought in for counseling, she was evasive and unwilling to directly answer questions about her personal life. When asked about, Miss Martin has been referred to by other students as unusually secretive, unsocial, and crazy. She has shown subtle signs of both schizophrenia and paranoia. We suspect she may be developing anxiety and introverted behavior.
"Wow." Kira muttered lowly, eyes widening in wonder. Her head shot up and the sound of keys jangling on the other side of the door, slowing taking a breath as they passed. She gathered the papers together as they were and quietly put them back in the drawer, figuring it would be safer to sneak in when it gets dark to read the file without interruption. Leaving no trace that she was there, Kira slithered out of the room and walked into her class with a frown on her face and fake late pass in hand.
Scott didn't know what to do.
He had rushed Stiles to Deaton and sent quick texts to the others, Stiles's father included. The sheriff was worried, but relieved he could finally cancel all of the searches and legal stuff. He had promised to meet Stiles at their house in an hour, after he settled things at the station.
After the high-strung call with the guys, he went back inside to where Stiles was sitting on one of the metal tables. He leaned against it, noticing how his friend was tapping in his knees in a blatant show of ADHD. He was high strung and a bit jittery, to say the least. The alpha shifted his eyes to the vet, who looked puzzled at Stiles's view of the last few weeks. "What do you think happened?"
The vet shook his head in disbelief at Scott. "Well, I think it's obvious that the demon took over, but the fact that Stiles can't remember anything is alarming. The hosts usually remember most, if not all, of their time being possessed. My guess is something is blocking his memory. Maybe the demon did something that he doesn't want Stiles to tell us?" He turned his back to them , pulling out an old book from one of his cabinets and wiping the dust off. "As far as I know, this is a book on Demons, but the information is all written in heavy Archaic Latin. I can't read it."
"Lydia reads Archaic Latin." Stiles interjected, looking down at his hands. He seemed distracted with his furrowed eyebrows and active fingers. "She got bored with regular Latin in, like, tenth grade."
Scott wanted to say something to his friend, but he was waiting until they were alone. He wanted to know if he felt better, not sic with a brain tumor or possessed by an evil demon thing. He definitely didn't smell sick, but Scott wouldn't rest until he made sure.
Deaton looked at Stiles for a second before nodding lightly. "Okay. Well, I have an appointment in a few minutes, but Scott, you should take Stiles back home. Try to get back to normal, maybe have your mom look over him for any head injuries. Stiles," He looked at the teen, handing him the old book and patting his shoulder. "-rest, and tell Lydia to translate whatever she can. We'll get you through this."
"I hope you're telling the truth there, Deaton." Melissa interrupted the men, walking in confidently. She didn't even blink as she tossed some holy water from a canteen onto Stiles, effectively soaking his neck and torso. Mel tilted her head when the water didn't burn him. "Well, well. You're clean." She ignored the boy's surprised faces and looked Stiles over. "Interesting though, you still look buff and healthy. That's weird."
Stiles spit some out of his mouth, rolling his eyes. "Nice to see you too, sweet cheeks. My day has been fine, thanks." He rattled sarcastically. He turned to Scott, raising his eyebrows. "I like your new friend, Scott. She's a real catch."
Scott shook his head, turning back to Mel. "Was that really necessary?"
"Yes." She deadpanned. "But there's something else we need to take care of, now that Stiles isn't possessed." Not giving Scott time to reply, she handed him a small polaroid taken from inside the school. It looked like it was taken through window blinds, and it focused on the back of a girl with black, straight hair. The stuff she was reading was covered by her torso, but Scott recognized the room as the counselor's office, which meant the files were probably on a student. Scott looked back up at Mel, eyebrows furrowed. "Who's this?"
Mel crossed her arms. "Kira, I think her name was. New student as of today. This girl has spying on your pack since a week ago. She's pretty damn good, too." She tapped the picture again. "She went through Stiles's and Lydia's files this morning, before I got here. Thought you'd want to know."
Scott sighed, looking at all of them and back to Mel. "What do we do?"
The hunter ran a hand through her hair and shrugged. "Spy on her, get to know her, confront her, kill her- I don't know. Take care of it, Scott." She started to head out, revealing the two pistols tucked into the back of her shorts. "I'll find that demon and take him down, but I might need your help, Stilinski."
Stiles sighed again, shaking his head. "I don't remember anythi-"
"You don't need to." The girl interrupted coldly. She stopped walking at the door, turning her head the slightest bit to look at the boys. "I can help with that, too. Meanwhile, listen to the vet and crash. You'll need some rest." She walked out swiftly, and Scott realized he stopped hearing her heartbeat as soon as she left the room.
"You have to admit, the girl's got some skill." Deaton nodded appreciatively.
Stiles snorted. "If skills include being stoic twenty-four seven and keeping a stick up her tight a-"
"I can hear you, Stilinski!" They heard her yell from outside.
Mel shook her head at the boy's antics, getting in her rented black pickup truck and putting her two cherished pistols in the passenger seat. She pulled down the mirror, looking herself over. She brushed a hand through her dark brown hair, dyed from her natural blonde hair. Her green eyes were as piercing as always, and a little red from her recent lack of sleep. Lately, she's been getting two or three hours a night, at most.
I don't know how I've been so alert, lately. I should really get more sleep.
A frown was pretty much solidified on her face, Mel noticed. Gone was the bubbly, smiling girl she was a year ago. That girl had a mother, a father, sisters-
Don't think about Elle, or Brandy, any of them. You left that behind a long time ago, She thought bitterly. But Mel couldn't get any of them out of her head. She couldn't stop thinking about them, dreaming about them, wondering what would've been if nothing ever happened.
Mel's left hand immediately went to the necklace around her neck that ducked into the front of her shirt. Five dog tags were on the ball chain, one for every person she left behind- her ex boyfriend, two sisters, and parents, all put in the back of her mind for now. She felt kind of bad for only telling Allison and Mr. Argent about her mother, but she just couldn't get the words out. She'd been wanting to tell Allison for days now, and hopefully would by tomorrow. Mel just wasn't one to pour her heart out, not since her mom passed. She always had to keep in her feelings, never letting them past her mind.
I guess you're about to break that habit, bucko.
Scott had gone back to school by lunch time, after dropping Stiles off at his house. By lunch, he was back at the pack's usual table, trying to explain to everyone what had unfolded. Allison and Lydia had been more focused on how Stiles was, while the twins and Isaac were dead set on doing something about the girl that was spying on them all.
Scott didn't know what to do about that, to be honest. He had never been in a situation where he knew the enemy's name, but wasn't sure on whether she was an enemy or not. "Mel said her name was Kira, and that she's been watching us for the past week, but-"
"Wait, Kira? Kira Yukimura?" Lydia interrupted forcefully. She seemed to go completely alert at the name, like every hair on her body was standing up.
"I didn't get a name, but as far as I know there isn't another Kira in the school. You know her?" Scott looked at the banshee, worry etched on his face.
Lydia suddenly stood up and started marching towards the left hall, not stopping to wait as the rest of them rushed to follow her. "I met her this morning, before you came to school, Scott. She's new, and I sensed something about her. I knew something was up."
Scott quickly grabbed her arm and stopped the banshee in her stride. "Whoa, Lyds, hold on. She could be dangerous and we don't exactly have the upper hand right now. It's not a good idea to go charging."
Lydia rolled her eyes at the boy and sighed through her nose. "I really doubt she could beat three werewolves, a hunter, and a true alpha all at the same time Scott, and she wouldn't just attack in the middle of school. If we don't do it now, we'll never get to. Let's go."
Scott sighed, hesitating for a second and looked past Lydia nervously. He didn't want to do it, not until he locked eyes with a certain Asian-American girl down the other end of the hallway. He blinked in surprise when she started walking towards them, looking just as reluctant as he felt. "Uh, guys?" When everyone turned to him, he motioned to the girl walking towards them. They were all silent until Kira was right in front of them, looking unusually shy for someone who had been spying on them for a week. She locked eyes with Scott again, and it wasn't unnoticed from the Alpha how her heart instantly sped up.
"I assume you all want to speak to me?" The statement came out as a question, shaky and unsure. Kira's eyes shifted down to her feet awkwardly as the rest of them stayed silent.
The silence was broken by none other than Lydia, who was standing tall with arms crossed and attitude on her face. "You're damn right we need to talk, Kira."
The girl looked a little startled at her tone, glancing around nervously. "Well, I can explain-"
"You've been spying on us for how long, now? How are you going to justify something like that?" Lydia barked at her, stepping forward and instantly gaining the attention of some other nosy students in the hall.
Scott cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of his pack. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private, guys." He silently led them all into an empty classroom down the hall, even holding the door open for Kira when she was steeping in. The girl looked at him for a second, then blushed as she quickly stepped pass.
As soon as the door shut, Aiden and Ethan pounced on Kira, Holding her arms behind her back with no strength held back. Kira yelped as the sudden weight on her, jerking in their grips out of fright. Both Allison and Lydia instinctively grabbed each others hands at the sudden movement, stepping out of the way. Isaac stood alert, waiting for Scott to do something before the twins started wrestling Kira to the floor.
Scott growled at the boys, flashing his red eyes. "Hey! Hands off, now." He didn't know where the sudden protectiveness came from, but he knew this Kira girl shouldn't be hurt by his pack for no reason. For all they knew, she could be here to help them. He didn't want to be the type of Alpha to shoot first, talk later. When neither of the twins moved, he growled again, more forcefully. "I said, let go."
When both of the boys let go of her, Kira quickly stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself. She hadn't ever met a true alpha before, but now she could see why Scott was chosen as one. He looked strong, both mentally and physically, and his growl was more powerful than any she'd ever heard. She instantly felt small, knowing that this alpha and his pack weren't exactly on her side.
Everyone stayed silent for at least a solid minute, the twins panting slightly in the background while Kira shifted on her feet, leaning away from the both of them. Scott's eyes stayed on her, taking in the introverted behavior and increased heartbeat. She's scared, He analyzed quickly. He raised his eyebrows after a second, still tuned in to her heartbeat and smell. Really scared, and really guilty.
Allison broke the silence, speaking in a firm tone but not nearly as harsh as Lydia. "Why are you spying on us?"
Kira finally looked up at them, her eyes skipping to each person before tightening her arms around her self and pursing her lips. "I told to. It's part of my assignment."
Aiden growled lowly at her vague answer, looking threatening but not nearly as firm as Scott. Ethan spoke over what he was about to say, talking in the same tone as Allison. "You might want to clarify, Kira. Who are you, and more importantly, what are you?"
Lydia and Allison raised their eyebrows at the werewolves, who all looked in puzzlement at Ethan. "What do you mean, what is she?" Isaac asked carefully. Even Scott looked confused at what Ethan was suggesting. This girl wasn't a werewolf, he new that much. What else could she be?
Ethan sighed at them all, looking put out that they didn't know this information. "She doesn't have a scent. It would explain why we can't tell she's a werewolf, but every human smells like something. The only things that can hide their scent like that are wendigos and kitsune. "
At the new information given, everyone looked back at Kira, who shifted on her feet again. "I'm a kitsune, and my name is Kira Yukimura. I, uh, was spying on you because my mother assigned me to watch over your pack and monitor your behavior without actually having contact with you." Her eyes shifted back down to her feet again as everyone continued to stare at her. Scott, starting to feel a little bad about ganging up on her, made a snappy decision.
"Guys, you can go back to class. I'll talk to Kira." Scott ignored his pack's staring, raising his eyebrows at them and sighing. "I'll be fine, just go." As, they walked out, Scott tried to ignore Allison's concern stare.
He waited until they were all out to uncross his arms and look at Kira with an awkward smile, making the girl slightly blush. "Look, uh, you don't have to be scared of us. We won't bite, promise." He walked a few steps to the wall next to the door, leaning on it.
Kira let out a tiny laugh at his joke, seeming more relaxed without the hostile stares all on her. She met Scott's eyes for another second before shyly smiling. "Thanks."
Scott's eyebrows furrowed, a small grin on his face from hearing her laugh. He looked confusedly at her. "For what?"
Kira shrugged simply, reluctantly walking to stand and lean on the wall next to him. "You didn't kill me, or let the twins hurt me. A lot of alpha's probably wouldn't have been that generous, from what I've heard about them." She slid down the wall, slightly crossing her legs when she was fully sitting against the wall. She sighed as Scott slid down to sit next to her. "I'm sorry for spying on you guys, really. I've just never ignored an assignment from my mother."
Scott looked at Kira, who just looked forward with a small frown on her face. "What does that mean, an assignment?"
Kira seemed to stiffen at the question, clearing her throat and looking down at her hands. "It's a task my mother gives me in steps. They usually involve meeting other kitsune and training with them, or monitoring a pack to see how they behave. I've never seen a pack with a true alpha before, though, or a banshee."
Scott's eyebrows raised slightly. "How do you know I'm a true alpha?" Even though she was a spy, he wasn't exactly flaunting his status all around Beacon Hills. Honestly, he wasn't keen on using his extra hearing and other powers unless necessary. He was just as normal as any other alpha when he didn't use them.
Kira blushed again, raising her head t look at Scott. She shrugged. "I didn't really have to spy to know that. Any one with knowledge on true alphas could identify you as one." When Scott still looked puzzled, she chuckled and motioned to his torso. "The way you stand and sit is a big clue. You know, with your shoulders back and head up? Always ready for something to pounce, it seems." She moved so her body was facing his , her head leaning to the side against the wall. "And, uh, the way you talk to your pack. Any human would just figure you're a leader figure, but it's obvious you have more alpha in you than any basic leader."
Scott was stunned at her for a second, then let out a grin. "You know, for a spy, you're not that bad of a girl. I was expecting you to be more mysterious and tricky."
At the last word, Kira raised an eyebrow and smirked jokingly. "I'm a kitsune, Scott- a trickster. I'm plenty tricky."
Both teens let out a tiny laugh at Kira's faux-cockiness. Scott sighed, getting up and offering a hand to the girl. She reluctantly took it, blushing deeply when the force of both of their pulling brought her straight to his chest. Kira stumbled into Scott's chest, knocking her forehead into his collarbone in the process. When he chuckled and helped her keep her balance, she shyly let go of his hand and took a small step back.
Scott was shocked out of the their little moment when the bell rang, signaling the end of fifth period. "What to you have next?" He asked, taking his bag from next to the door and swinging it onto his back.
Kira did the same, a faint blush still on her cheeks. "Physics with Mr. Fitzgerab-something." She stumbled over the complicated name, the blush deepening.
"We just call him Fitz." Scott politely corrected her. He stepped up and opened the door for her. "I have the same class. I can walk you."
"Okay." Kira let a small grin grace her face, but it faltered a bit when she realized what was happening. You can't like him, She told herself forcefully. He has his pack are an assignment. They're just a job. Even when she tried to convince herself, she knew that soon she would become fiends with this pack. They were just so tight nit and caring to each other. Ever since she started monitoring packs and become aware of the bond they all had with one another, she yearned to be part of one. All Kira wanted since she was thirteen was to have a special bond with someone she cared about.
"Kira?" Scott looked at her worriedly when she took a second before walking through the door he was holding. "You okay?"
Kira's head raised, blinking as she mentally made a decision "Yeah, I'm good." She silently walked with Scott to the next class, sighing. It's gonna be hard leaving if he keeps being so sweet, She thought.
After a long study session with Lydia, Allison flopped on her bed like a fish. So many things were swirling through her head. Mostly, it was Stiles and Lydia. Allison had been understanding about Lydia's concern for the boy, but lately she had just been plain obsessive. It was even worse because of the fact that Lydia wouldn't just admit that she had more feelings for him than she did for Aiden. Her stubborn denial was just making Allison stressed. The girl just needs to admit her feelings.
Of course, that was a hypocritical thought. Allison had been avoiding talking about her feelings for weeks now. Every time Lydia brought up Isaac in their girl-talk, Allison would counter it by bringing up Stiles Most of their conversations ended in stubborn, awkward silence. Ally didn't know what she felt for Isaac, and Lydia didn't know what she felt for Stiles. Or we now how we feel and just won't do anything about it.
Allison was brought out of her thought when Mel showed up in her doorway, leaning anxiously against the frame. "Hey, Alligator." Her voice was relaxed and stoic, but Allison could see by her busy eyes that something was troubling her cousin.
Allison gave Mel a small smile, patting the space on the bed next to her. Surprisingly, Mel flopped onto it with as much force as she had a moment ago. When Allison was about to speak, Mel cut her off. "Look, before you say anything, I already know you spoke to Kira. I have practically all of your stuff bugged, including your phone, so don't bother filling me in. Kira is totally into Scott, by the way."
Allison blinked, raising her eyebrows and turning to look at her cousin. "What?"
Mel rolled her eyes. "Don't act so surprised, I have the school bugged too. And yeah, the little fox may be shy, but she's not subtle." She sat up, wrapping her arms around her legs and playing with the watch on her wrist. "That's not what I came to talk about, though. I want to tell you what happened to my family."
Allison blinked again, sitting up. She was always curious about what really happened to Mel, why she was here, but was never sure if she wanted the answers. I guess I'm getting them, She thought.
Mel sighed shakily before starting. "It was a week before my eighteenth birthday, and I was going after a hostile pack of werewolves with my dad, while their alpha was out of territory. My mom wasn't too happy about staying behind, but she had to protect my sisters, Elle and Brandy." Taking in Allison shocked face, she paused before moving on. "Elle stayed behind on big hunts like this, because she was fifteen and only had two years of experience. Brandy was my age, but always stayed behind because she was the brains of every operation. Our family would have been nothing without her." At the memories of her sisters, Mel let out a tiny, sad smile. It was probably the most emotion Allison had ever seen out of her.
"The hunt went great. Dad and I took out every wolf and buried all of their bodies, no problem. But, while we were driving back, Elle called me. She was terrified. At first, I couldn't understand her through all of the screaming and crying-"
"Elle? Elle, we're done, what's wrong? El-"
"Melissa! Mel, please- You have to get here now! She's hurt, Mel, she's dying!"
"What? Elle- I can't understand you! Wait, just- Elle, stop!"
"Her phone died, and I told Dad what she said. By the time we got home, my mom was a pile of shreds on the floor, Elle was having a panic attack, and Brandy was unconscious."
Allison put a hand over her mouth in shock, not saying a word. She knew if she did, Mel would never be able to finish her story. Her cousin looked at her and gave her a little shrug. "I know, surprising. Imagine how I felt." How she was so stoic, Allison didn't know.
Mel started speaking again, facing forward. "The alpha came back that night and somehow traced my scent back to our house. He figured he could avenge his pack by killing the most experienced hunter in our family, my mom. My dad tried to go after him while I stayed behind, but he never came back. He could be dead for all I know."
"After that night, I made sure my sisters were okay. Brandy was fine- she got off with a few broken bones and a busted lip. Elle was a wreck, though. Her mental stability slowly vanished until she got so bad that we had to check her into a mental hospital. She committed suicide seven months ago."
At this, Allison couldn't help but wrap an arm around her cousin. Mel, in an unusual show of compassion, leaned her head on Allison's. She sighed deeply, clenching her eyes shut. "I couldn't stay in town after that, so I left. I broke all contact with my boyfriend, Jake, the first and only boy I loved. Brandy was smart enough to take care of herself, that I knew, so I just up and left. Changed my number, my identity, and never stepped foot in that town again. I probably never will."
Her and Allison stayed silent after that, both girls taking in the memories Mel had shared. Everything was quiet, deadly so, until Mel got up and walked out the door. "By the way, tell Scott that I have a lead on that demon." She called behind her.
Allison was frozen.
Lydia sighed nervously before knocking on Stiles door, regretting her decision of coming over. It's not like you can leave now, She reminded herself. His dad let you in.
She held her breath as the door swung open, revealing a still-buff-and-handsome Stiles Stilinski. He blinked at her, raising both eyebrows slightly. "Lydia? Um-" He opened the door for her, closing it after she came in. "Hey."
"Hi, Stiles." She set down her bag next to his bed, trying not to stare at his muscular arms or the way his plaid, button-down shirt complimented his body type perfectly- Christ, Lydia. Compose yourself.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, a bit awkwardly. Gone was the relaxed air the two always had with each other. Ever since the 'emotional tether' thing and oh god, the kiss, their relationship was a bit strained. Stiles had been accepting of the fact that Lydia and Aiden were sort of a thing, but neither him nor Lydia new where they stood with one another.
Lydia cleared her throat, sitting on his bed with her hands in her lap. "I wanted to see how you were doing. You know, what you remember."
Stiles sighed and shifted on his feet, shrugging. "I'm fine, I guess. The demon isn't in me anymore, and I don't have a brain tumor, so that's good. I don't really remember anything, but Scott called Mel and she said we would work on it sometime next week-"
"I'm so sorry, Stiles." Lydia interrupted, her voice breaking at his name. Stiles looked over at her, finally noticed how red her eyes were and how her lips trembled. Not hesitating in the slightest, he kneeled down in front of her, eyebrows furrowing.
"Whoa, whoa. What's wrong?" He watched Lydia wipe away a tear with nothing but concern.
She sniffed, putting some hair behind her ear. "Were you going to kill yourself? The night I came over?" Lydia watch and Stiles stiffened, then slumped his shoulders and sighed in defeat. "Don't you dare lie to me." She commanded.
Stiles avoided her eyes, turning so he could sit facing away from her with his back against his bed frame. "I was thinking about it, Lyd. I wouldn't have done it with you there, though."
They were both quiet for a moment, while Lydia was talking in his confession. I guess the demon was right. We were horrible to him. She wanted to cry, looking at Stiles now. "So you would have waited until I left?"
Stiles sighed again, looing at his hands and playing with him fingers. "I don't know- maybe." He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking up at Lydia when she slid down to sit next to him.
Lydia pursed her lips, glancing to the side at Stiles. "Are you thinking of trying again?'
The boy stared back at her, blinking twice before shaking. "I-I don't know." He ran a ran through his hair, setting his elbows on his knees in front of him. "That probably depends on what I don't remember. I could've done anything, Lydia. I could have hurt someone. I could've killed someon-"
"You didn't do anything, Stiles!" Lydia snapped at him. She stood up angrily, pointing a finger down at him and pursing her lips. "Whatever happened, whatever you think you did- it was not you! I know that, for sure, because you Stiles, are too good for any of that. You wouldn't hurt a spider." By the last word, she was screeching, so loud that Stiles covered his ears.
Stiles quickly got up, putting his hands on Lydia's arms and shaking her lightly. "Whoa, Lydia. Hold on!" He squinted at her distressed face. "What's wrong?"
Lydia sighed through her nose, shaking her head. "You could've died, Stiles. You could've died the night I came over, you could've died with that brain tumor, you could've died when you went missing, and I-" She paused, shifting her eyes to the ground. "I felt it. All of it. Every second of the last few weeks I've bee stuck with this feeling that I'm gonna get a call from Scott, telling me something happened to you. I've been going out of my mind waiting for it, but now I'm just a sitting duck, waiting for the next bomb to go off! I can't take not knowing that Alison, or Scott, or you are okay, Stiles!"
Stiles sighed at her, hesitantly pulling Lydia in for a hug. He put one hand on her head and the other on her lower back, rubbing it comfortingly when she hugged him tightly. He pushed his head against the side of hers, trying to stop her shaking "We'll all be okay, okay?" He muttered. "What we're going through now isn't anything like we have dealt with before, but we can pull through. We always do, right?"
She sighed against him, closing her eyes tightly. "Promise me you'll be okay, Stiles."
He didn't want to promise her anything, honestly, but he had to. Lydia needed something to hold on to, and this was it. "I promise I'll be alright, and so will you."
Okay, guys! This took a long time to write, hopefully it's okay. Tell me what you guys think of Kira (I'm a scira shipper, if you couldn't tell) and Mel, maybe even leave a review? I seriously love to read them. Thanks to those who follow the story and keep checking in! Love you guys.
-Jen :)