AN – There is some allusions to sexual acts in this chapter. If you don't like Scott and Lydia as a romantic pairing then you can stop reading at the line break.

Chapter 3

Season 3B

As Scott watched Stiles and Malia leave, he tried his hardest to find comfort in the fact that he was helping Malia learn to control her powers. He tried to focus on the joy that she clearly felt when she made her claws come out, and subsequently almost slash Stiles. When that also didn't work, he tried to be happy for his best friend, for finally finding a girl that he was able to forge a deep connection with someone, and that she was getting the help adjusting to being human again after eight years as a coyote, that the two of them were happy together. But every time that Scott tried to find happiness in some aspect of his life, reality came and kicked him in the gut every time he glanced at the calendar on his wall.

It had been a week since Allison died, and tomorrow was the day that her death finally became real, tomorrow was her funeral. Every time his thoughts drifted, he thought of her, of her last words to him as she slowly died in his arms.

'I love you, Scott McCall'

Her words had dual effects on him, both making him happy that she was still in love with him, but bringing with it near soul crushing depression for her to say it. Whether she always felt that or that dying helped her realize, he'd never know, and now, he would never be able to ask her.

The funeral was supposed to be a small ceremony tomorrow, only her father and the pack were to be in attendance. Ethan decided that it wasn't right for him to be there and decided to leave town, while both Isaac and Argent were leaving immediately afterwards, leaving it unclear if either of them would ever return. Malia also elected not to go. Even though she was still getting used to being human again, she understood that she had no place at the funeral and it was a time for them all to grieve.

He laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours. The for the first few days, it was difficult for him convince himself to do anything except wallow in his own sorrow. After that, he realized that he needed to stay strong for everyone else, but for a while, it was a wonder that his mom even convinced him to return to school after only taking a few days to cope. He knew that life would go on, but he didn't want it to, life meant moving on and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. He decided that he wanted to get some sleep, especially since it had eluded him the last couple of nights

He was almost asleep when the sound of his phone going off, yanked him from the cusp of unconsciousness. Not needing to look at the screen to figure out who was calling him, he answered the call, and was barely able to keep the drowsiness from his voice.

"What is it Stiles?"

"Hey, can you go over to Lydia's house and check on her. She hasn't been answering my calls."

"Why can't you go over?"

"I'm busy with Malia," Scott just managed to hold in the chuckle as he figured what Stiles meant by being busy with the were-coyote, "Also, you're the only one it seems she's opened up to since…you know." He thought he heard a hint of bitterness and guilt in Stiles' voice, but Stiles had no room to be jealous, especially since it was clear something was going on between him and Malia. Scott sighed heavily, assuring Stiles that he would head over there immediately and talk to Lydia.

The thing was, Stiles wasn't wrong. Even though Allison's death had affected everyone, her passing had impacted Scott and Lydia the most, apart from her father. Since Stiles was coping by with the guilt that he felt by helping Malia, despite everyone repeatedly telling him that it wasn't his fault, Scott and Lydia had taken to using each other as emotional support during this time. They both had lost one of the most important people in their lives, Scott's first love and Lydia's best friend. They had gotten together nearly every day to try and help each other cope with the emotional pain.

In no time at all, Scott found himself at Lydia's house. With a familiarity that if you had told him he would have this time last year, he would have laughed at you, he walked in without knocking and went up the stairs to Lydia's bed room. He noticed that her mom wasn't home, meaning that Lydia was probably feeling extra depressed right now. She was having a hard time dealing with the perpetual loneliness that Allison's death brought with it.

Despite his confidence when he walked in the house, he hesitated in front of her door, choosing to knock instead of barging in.

"Lydia?" There was no response, only the soft crying coming from the room. "Lydia?"

He thought that maybe she would tell him to go away, but was surprised when she opened the door and allowed him entrance. When he finally got a glimpse of her, she was in a similar state as he had seen her for the past week, little to no make-up on her face, still wearing the clothes that she slept in.

"I'm assuming Stiles sent you," she said with a hollow chuckle, holding her phone up to show him that the screen was filled with missed calls from him.

"He's just worried about you. We've all been having a hard time lately."

"Some of us more than others." They both knew that she was referencing the two of them.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She didn't respond immediately, her gaze directed straight ahead for several moments. Curious, Scott followed her eyes and saw that she was fixated on the photo of her and Allison on her birthday.

"I don't want to go." He tried to understand what she was saying, but when he saw the familiar hopeless look in her eyes, he knew what she was talking about. "I can't bury her Scott. I don't think I could handle it." She was close to hysterics again as she continued, "I think it would just be best if I didn't go. I just can't!" her last words came out as a desperate sob, as she threw her face into her own hands.

Before she could work herself into even more of a frenzy, Scott moved across the room and wrapped her into a hug. Directing her to the bed, he did his best to comfort her like he had almost every day since Allison's death, as she finally let all her pent-up emotions go and sobbed into his shirt. He felt himself lose control over his own emotions and started crying with her. He had made a point to be the strong one, especially when he saw how bad Lydia was suffering, but with the funeral being so close, it was a losing battle.

"How?" she managed to get out once her sobs subsided, "How did you convince yourself to go?"

"Because she would've been there for me."

Lydia's cries began once again, not nearly as bad as the first time, but he could tell because she knew he was right. After a few minutes, she managed to get herself under control, she pulled back and gave Scott a watery smile.

"You're right. She'd be there for me, so I'm going to be there for her. I'm just not sure if I'm strong enough-"

"Lydia," he put one hand on her cheek, forcing her to look him in the eyes, "If any person I know is strong enough to do this, it's you." She smiled at him gratefully, wondering how she got so lucky to have a friend like him, as Scott leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Can you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone."

Scott nodded his head and moved to take his regular seat in the chair next to her bed, but he felt Lydia grasp his hand to stop him. When they made eye contact, he saw how truly vulnerable she was.

"Please don't sleep in the chair."

He was hit by a familiar sense of déjà vu, his mind flashing back to a similar situation with Kira. Deciding that it wasn't worth arguing, he climbed into the bed with her. Wordlessly, Lydia immediately scooted next to him and laid her head on his chest, his arm wrapping instinctively around her waist, as they both tried to relax. They laid there for several minutes, unable to fall asleep, their minds on what tomorrow would bring.

Lydia was the one to break the silence.

"I remember one time," she began lifting her head to look at Scott, "When Derek tried to kill me, Allison was trying to convince me to keep your relationship a secret." As Scott lifted his own head to return her gaze, he saw an expression there that he wasn't accustomed to from her. It was equal parts lost as it was affectionate. "She tried to help me understand by describing what it felt like when she saw you in the hallway at school. At first I didn't understand." The hand that laying on his chest moved up to cup his face, as she lifted herself up to get a better look at him, her face moving slightly closer to his.

"But now, I think I do," and with no warning, she closed the distance between them and captured his lips in a light kiss. He stiffened for a moment, his eyes wide, but managed to regain himself after a few seconds and pull back.

"Lydia? Why did you do that?"

She didn't answer, and instead leaned in again and tried to him back to her lips, but Scott wouldn't be deterred.

"You know we can't do this."

"Why not!?" she exclaimed angrily, her eyes were burning with passion, whether it was from her anger or…something else, he couldn't determine. "Everything is falling apart Scott, you know it just as well as I do. All I want to find some way to prove that everything will be okay." Her angry demeanor was replaced by a more solemn one, "I just want to feel like everything will work out. Is that wrong?"

She didn't give Scott time to reply, as she quickly swallowed any reply he would've had with her lips, and this time Scott let her. He would be lying if he didn't agree with her, his world was falling apart. Why shouldn't they continue to find comfort in each other like they had over the past few days. Stiles and Kira's faces popped into his mind, but Stiles was with Malia now and Kira had been avoiding him for the last week, though deep down he knew that she was just trying to give him space to grieve, it still hurt that she wasn't around to support him.

With his reservations vanished, he finally returned her kiss, trying to find as much comfort through her as she through him, as he rolled over and half laid on her. Their hands could no longer remain idle, one of her hands burying itself in his hair, the other dragging her nails down his back, while Scott's began to massage her thighs. The passion began to overwhelm them, as Lydia's hand found purchase at the bottom of his shirt, quickly removing it, allowing her mouth to trail over his torso.

Scott quickly returned the favor, as clothes were hastily removed, their bodies became connected, as the werewolf and the banshee found solace and comfort in the bodies of one another.

AN

If you read the entire thing, I hope that the pain that the two of them are feeling help explain why they did what they did. If you didn't, hopefully you enjoyed how Scott came and helped Lydia overcome a personal obstacle. When I envisioned the end part, I didn't want to undermine the existing relationships, but show how two individuals could be so broken, so desperate for something to keep them grounded, that they could come together.

I also changed the name of this story to "Moments of Comfort" cause when I thought about it, it just fit better.