Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Teen Wolf, or else my Stiles would be completely out of danger and living in Rainbow-Land.
Title: Surrender the Night
Lydia thought about the many nights she had given up a good night sleep: from waking up screaming, to telling her mother that, at 3 AM, she had to go to the pharmacy and ending up finding, yet, another dead body. She thought things couldn't get much different.
Oh, but she was wrong.
It had been three days since they finally took the Nogitsune out of Stiles' body, three days since it had tried to rape her. It wasn't Stiles' fault, of course. Yet, it had been his body, and no one could actually blame her for not being totally ready to face him again.
When she got the text that would, once again, ruin her sleep, she didn't even give it another second of thought before jumping into her brand new car and driving up to his house.
I'm so sorry, I can't do this anymore. Tell Scott I didn't want it to end like this.
No, no, NO. He couldn't do this, they had just got him back! Lydia was overcome by this whole new kind of fear she had only once before experienced: when he had stepped into a pool of gasoline where this crazy werewolf was holding up a flame because he was having complexes. She never blamed Scott, of course, that place had been messing up with his mind, but that night had been forever scarred in her mind. Another night she had surrendered to a boy she never thought would become so important to her.
He had always been a constant presence in her life, a shadow that for so many years she refused to notice. It wasn't until they had been haunted by the idea of omnipresent supernatural in Beacon Hills that she had to spend most of her time with him. It wasn't until then, that she truly realized how smart he was. She figured he never gave himself the credit he deserved, that he didn't even know how intelligent he really was. Probably even smarter than herself, given that his knowledge could be used in practical situations while hers was purely descriptive and useless in innumerous cases. Lydia made sure to remind me of his intelligence in many occasions. "You're the one who always figures it out" she had once told him and she had meant it. The Nogitsune had been extremely cunning in choosing him as the right person to possess: without him, the entire pack had been completely in the dark on what to do and how to save him without harming him.
Lydia must admit that the fact that they had been clueless about almost everything had left her on the verge of insanity. This was his life they were dealing with, it was the life of someone she had truly grown to care about.
Now, how had she grown to care for this boy enough to make her ignore the fact that his body had almost raped her and come to his place anyway? How had she grown to care for Stiles Stilinski of all people enough to make her kiss him when there was no need to? He was panicking, but she could have simply just forced him to hold his breath, covering his mouth and nose. Why kiss him? When in the end, she came up with a smart excuse for having done what she did, he told her "That was really smart" and gave her a sad smile that broke her heart.
There was no other way to say this, Stiles Stilinski had changed her heart in purest of ways. And as she drove manically through the streets at 1 AM she couldn't help but to think on what she would do in a life without him.