Part Two

Two days later, Lydia was drying her hair off with a towel when she heard a knock. She quickly put her hair in the towel, on top of her head and opened the door. Surprisingly, it was Kira who was at her bedroom door and explaining how Lydia's mother had let her in. Kira wore an oversized jacket, most likely Scott's, over top of a simple grey t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was loosely curled.

"Oh, it's fine," Lydia moved out-of-the-way, "She doesn't even make Stiles knock on the front door anymore. Gave him a key and everything."

Kira turned around, once she was in the middle of the room, "Really? You guys hang out that much?"

"Yeah.."

Lydia shut the door back and turned on the ceiling fan. Kira plopped her purse on to the desk chair and started looking about the room. This prompted Lydia to plug-in her hair dryer and finish what she had been doing. Kira didn't seem to mind and kept on looking over Lydia's pictures. There were several; a couple were on the wall over her desk, others actually in frames on her desk. The dresser and mirror combo had no picture frames, but there were a few pictures stubbed into the corners of the mirror. One movie ticket was in the bottom left corner. A good portion of the photos were of her and Stiles.

Kira looked over the ones on the desk; Lydia smiling bright with Allison, Lydia's mother when she was in high school, Lydia and Kira in the beach house, Lydia and Stiles in the movie theater, Lydia and the Sheriff at lunch.

Then ones above it on the wall; A sleeping Stiles, Lydia and Stiles in the car with smoothies, the two 'almost couples' at Scott's house, Stiles hunched over his desk with his face in a book.

Finally, the ones in the mirror; Stiles grinning from ear to ear with a key, Lydia and Stiles at the beach, Lydia and Stiles laying on their stomachs with a box set of Doctor Who between them, Lydia and Stiles at the smoothie shop, Stiles and the Sheriff at some family diner, Lydia and Stiles sitting on Lydia's bedroom floor.

Lydia shut the hair dryer off.

"Can I have a copy of this one?" Kira asked, pointing at the picture of her, Lydia, Stiles and Scott.

Lydia nodded, threw her towel over her closet door and reached into a desk drawer, "I made some but forgot to give them to you guys. Stiles found them; that's the only reason why he has one already."

"That was like three weeks ago!" Kira looked over her and Scott's copies, "And you haven't remembered?"

"Hey, it's better this way. I would have had them until graduation."

"Fair enough. You do have a lot on your plate," Kira not-so-subtly changed the subject, carefully placing the pictures in her purse.

Lydia slipped on a simple blue v-neck over her tank top. Then went into the closet, only to come out in jeans instead of sleeping shorts.

"Lydia?" Kira was now perched on the strawberry blonde's bed, expecting her to comment.

"Yes?"

Kira tilted her head to the side out of aggravation, "How are you?"

"Oh.. That.." Lydia sat at her mirror and pulled out her makeup, "Well, I got home shortly after the incident and took a cold shower. It was around midnight when I realized I couldn't sleep so... So I called Stiles and he was up researching. He hadn't found anything related to Banshees."

"Wow. I guess Banshees never went out much.."

Lydia rolled her eyes playfully, "Or, they never told others about it. It's sort of a weakness; an opportune time to snatch them-Us up and use our abilities."

"That makes sense. So you didn't sleep?" Kira sat Indian style.

Lydia applied lipstick, "No, we actually ended up falling asleep an hour or so later. Then when I woke up, it was noon and he was calling me. I had five missed calls."

"And?"

"He wanted to make sure I was okay. His dad was making him clean the house but said he was sorry to keep Stiles from me," Lydia laughed, "We stayed on the phone while he cleaned. I ended up falling asleep again and woke up just in time for dinner. Fell back asleep at midnight and you just found me fresh out of the shower. Did you want to know any other details about my overly exciting life?" Lydia tried to make her question sound light-hearted.

Kira didn't notice, "No, I just wanted to make sure you weren't, you know.. turning into the hunched and ancient version of a Banshee."

"Thanks."

"And Scott wanted to know, too. It's the first thing that's happened since the Nogistune so he's pretty worked up," Kira explained, "He's coming up with a million theories and I keep trying to tell him he's overreacting."

"He's not."

Kira's eyes widened, "What?"

"We're going to need all the crazy theories we can get," Lydia stood and faced the Kitsune, "That 'incident' drained me for more than twenty-four hours, Kira. If it's that serious, and it's happening to me of all people.. It could mean a lot of bad things. Especially for Isaac. But I'm not going to let him die. No one else is going to as long as they're telling me ahead of time. I have this unbelievable gift, and I should be able to do something good with it."

Kira stared up at Lydia like a deer in headlights, "Okay. We will."

"Yes. We will. I can't do this alone."

"You won't have to."

Lydia let a small smile play on her lips.

Kira scratched her head, "We should probably go round-up the guys."

"Yeah."

A few hours later Lydia and Kira were sitting across from each other in a booth at the Beach Smoothie Cafe while the guys bought the drinks. Scott had called Isaac to join so they could fill him in but he declined, saying he wanted to watch a baseball game with Chris. So the four of them met up at the café and planned on calling Derek later on with whatever they worked out, even though it probably wouldn't be much. Lydia still felt a bit drowsy but tried to hide it; knowing all too well that Stiles would be able to tell right away. It was Kira's idea to send them up to the counter.

"Are you okay?" Kira asked once the boys were out of werewolf hearing range.

Lydia took in a big sigh, "Of course. Just not exactly sure how we're going to figure this one out.."

"Well, people can surprise you."

The Banshee sent her friend a soft smile, "That is more true now than ever."

Even though the strawberry blonde gets irritated fairly quick, and especially with a certain Kitsune as of late, she knew that her friends and the pack were some of the best people she would ever meet. She honestly hoped that these friendships lasted a long time and Beacon Hills could put a cork in it with all of this supernatural business. But thinking it all over, Lydia realized without said supernatural influence; She would be dead, would have never realized Stiles exsisted, Scott would have still been a nobody, and Kira wouldn't have made so many new friends as quickly as she did. Overall, the supernatural had done them a solid, If you try to forget all the torture, mental strain, sleepless nights, physical wounds and deaths.

"A large Blimey Limey with extra Limey," Stiles sat her beverage in front of her and winked.

Lydia playfully rolled her eyes, a big childish grin on her face, "And what did you get, kind sir?"

"A Mocha Madness with extra Madness," Now in his seat next to her, he winked yet again. His own youthful smile plastered on his face.

She giggled and tried not to get too loud, "I think you already had the extra Madness, Stilenski."

The young human huffed, over-dramatically, "I take offense to your crude words, Martin."

Lydia bowed her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his, "I'm so very sorry. You can have a sip of my Blimey."

"Fair enough," He reached over and definitely took more than a sip, "I need to get one of those next time."

She reached for his before being swatted away, her head still on his shoulder, "What?"

"I never said you could try mine, missy."

"And you also never said I couldn't."

Stiles looked down on her with the sternest of looks he could muster against her classic puppy dog eyes, "No."

"Stiles."

"Nope," He looked away, trying not to give in.

Lydia knew she could get him to, "Please please. With a Reese's on top?"

"That's not going to work either, Lyd. You always make us share the packet."

"You can always say no," She looked a little offended and pulled away from him.

Stiles couldn't take it. He pulled her back to him and under his arm, "Fine. One sip."

"Your kind of sip or my kind of sip?" Lydia challenged, glad her almost subtle plan worked.

He couldn't resist, "Well your kind of sip is even bigger than mine. So, my kind of sip."

This earned him a slap to the ribs before she took her sip.

"Kira, I'm not taking your money!" Scott had his hands up in the air, trying to get Kira to understand.

The Kitsune wouldn't have any of it, "You are not buying everything I get, Scott Howard McCall."

Lydia had just tuned in to the other pairs conversation and felt the need to intrude, "Howard?"

"It's not so bad," Stiles tried to say nonchalantly. Lydia still resided under his arm.

Kira chuckled and put her wallet away, "I saw it on his report card."

"Make fun of it all you want," Scott finally got a drink of his own smoothie, "It's better than-"

"And that's all we've got time for, folks! Tune in next week for something other than the rest of that sentence," Stiles butted in.

Lydia felt his heart beat quicken and realized she had many times before, "You know, there is only one thing I don't know about you, Stilenski-"

"And you're never going to find out!" He interrupted again.

There was a pause.

Scott sighed, "How about we get to the pack's issues?"

Lydia breathed deep and tried to burrow further into Stiles, "Well, you guys know everything. What're these insane theories I've heard so little about?"

The human rubbed circles on Lydia's arm after feeling her scoot closer, "I'm just going to say it: Isaac probably is going to die."

"Don't say that," Scott interjected, "We can stop it."

"How, again?" Kira spoke up.

Stiles replied, "We only know one other Banshee but she's in a mental hospital with no visitors. And everything online seems to be a dead in."

"That didn't seem to answer her question," Lydia said.

Scott talked with his hands, "We just need to figure out how to get to Meredith."

"Why?" Stiles asked, not really wanting anything to do with Eichen House ever again.

Kira tilted her head, "It's not like there's a Banshee dating site."

"Actually there is.." Scott muttered, "I kind of ran into it last night... It's not for our kind of Banshee though.."

Lydia raised her eyebrows in utter surprise and Stiles' face went to one of shocked confusion.

"So, there is. That's not the point," Kira turned the conversation in the right area.

Scott scratched the back of his head, "We could always try the Sheriff..."

"No."

"No."

The supernatural fighting duo looked at the detectives with pensive yet confused expressions.

"His dad likes me, yes, but I really don't want to get him involved."

"Me too. He's already got a lot on his plate right now."

Kira asked, "Like what? Are there more murders?"

"No, it's not work related. Everything seems to be as normal as Beacon Hills can get at the station," Stiles answered, moving his hand up and down Lydia's arm.

Lydia's hand slid across his stomach and held on to his waist tight, "Let's just not involve him."

"Then our only other option is to break in," Everyone was shocked to hear Scott suggest that.

Stiles was the one to raise his eyebrows this time, "What?" ϟ