Stiles' heart raced and before he knew it his body started shaking. "Now we're going to take a-"
Before Tommy finished he was interrupted when somebody-a very distinctive somebody- slamming into him. Scott sent Tommy flying like a rag-doll. "Stiles? Are you okay?" Tommy was lifted up with ease as Alison's dad dragged him to a car. "Fine. Who was he?"
Scott cringed lightly, "A very bad guy. Very bad." Scott turned on him, "Stiles why didn't you come to me about this? Did you not trust me?" Stiles shook his head rapidly, "No. I was protecting Lydia. Tommy said he'd kill her." Scott frowned, "Tommy?"
Stiles motioned his hand towards the car which had just taken off. "You did all that for me?" Stiles turned to see Lydia staring at him through emotion filled eyes. "Lydia listen. I know I should have told you about Tommy, and the threat he was making on your life. You have every right to hate me – " Lydia Lydia laughed, "Hate you? Stiles, I couldn't hate you. Especially right now. " Stiles frowned in confusion, "Why especially now? " Lydia intertwined her fingers with his, "Because I'm pretty sure that I love you. "
She looked up at him, searching his face, "Stiles. Stiles don't just stand there, say something! " Stiles smiled from ear to ear, "I love you too." Then he kissed her and for the first time in a really, really, really long time everything felt perfect.
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