Lydia glanced away from the small white test in her hand and pulled her knees up to her chest. She sat on top of the bathroom counter, with her head buried in her arms. She curled herself up into a small, tight ball, wanting nothing more than to disappear. How could this have happened? Lydia groaned, it was pretty obvious how it had happened, but for some reason she couldn't find herself to regret a second of it.

The loud, banshee powered scream had barely left Lydia's mouth and Stiles was already on the ground clawing at his face. She didn't know how she saw it, or even if she saw it, but Lydia could have sworn she watched the nogistune be unwillingly torn from its host.

It was just a shadow, a shadow that got smaller and smaller, drifting away and closing in on itself until there was nothing.

And then Stiles was free.

Lydia watched him stand, disoriented at first, but then his eyes were on hers and everything seemed clear. Suddenly Lydia was running to Stiles, and Stiles was running to Lydia, and then they were kissing. Lydia didn't quite understand what was happening, but she knew she didn't want it to stop.

Still kissing, the two made it from the front yard into Stiles' house. Lydia wasted no time, quickly ripping off his hoodie and placing her hands under his shirt onto his firm torso. With shaking hands, Stiles reached under her own and gripped it from the inside, pulling it over her head.

Suddenly, Lydia was in Stiles' arms, straddling him as they clumsily but efficiently made it up the stairs. They stopped just outside his bedroom, both breathing heavily.

Stiles pinned her up against the door, trailing kisses along her jawline and working his way down her neck and to her collarbone. With the hand that wasn't on her body, Stiles turned the doorknob and they tumbled into the room, slowly making their way to his bed.

After what felt like years, Lydia slowly pushed herself off of the counter. She wrapped up the pregnancy test in a piece of toilet paper and threw it in the trash-hard. No one had to know, the stupid test may not even be right anyway. Lydia left the bathroom and grabbed her car keys, slowly walking outside and beginning to wonder if anything was actually real.

Starting the ignition, Lydia got in her car and drove. She didn't know where she was going, didn't care, but somehow she ended up at the Stilinski household parked behind a familiar blue jeep. The sheriff's car was nowhere in sight. Some unknown force pulled Lydia from her car and dragged her towards the door. Lydia held up her hand to knock, but then dropped it hesitantly. Ever since that night her and Stiles had spent almost every waking moment together-but that hadn't so much as kissed since that night. Maybe Stiles had felt weird, maybe Lydia just wasn't ready for a relationship, but whatever the reason was it hadn't affected the way they talked.

They talked about everything, there had been nights when her and Stiles had stared on the phone so late, that by the time they had finally hung up it was almost time to wake up for school.

Lydia had never had a relationship like this-she had never thought she's want a relationship like this, but somehow it happened.

Dropping a bomb like this could ruin everything that had happened between them. Lydia was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice the door open until Stiles cleared his throat to get her attention. Lydia snapped out of her daze and looked up at him. He was smiling, looking at her with such awe. "Hey," he said the goofy smile still plastered on his face. He looked so adorable that Lydia almost managed to smile back.

"Hey," she said quietly, staring down at her fet. Stiles' face dropped, noticing her expression. He opened the door wider and took a step back, "Do you want to come in?" he asked looking at her worriedly.

Lydia nodded and slowly walked into his house taking a seat on the couch. Stiles closed the door and sat down next to her.

"Is everything okay?" he asked looking up at her. Lydia shook her head, her lip beginning to tremble. She looked up at his big, warm, caring face, and that was when she began to sob. Slowly at first, but then loud, ugly cries. "Hey hey hey," Stiles said scotting closer towards her and enwrapping her in his arms. Stiles' comfort only made Lydia sob harder as she buried her face in his shoulder, soaking his t-shirt.

Stiles held her for what felt like hours, but eventually the crying slowed and dissolved into quiet sniffles. Lydia pulled away from Stiles and looked up into his big, concerned eyes. She was going to tell him, that's why she was here right?

Lydia took a long, deep, shakey breath. "I'm pregnant," she whispered the sobs starting again at full force.

Stiles just sat there, a look of confusion on his face quickly morphing into one of shock. "M-mine?" he stuttered. Lydia nodded trying not to meet his eyes, "I haven't seen Aiden for months. There's no one else it could be." Lydia waited a moment before looking at his face again, and was shocked to see tears streaming down it. Lydia put her hand on his back, "Stiles?" she whispered. He looked up at her, tears still spilling out of his eyes, he wiped them away.

"I'm so sorry Lydia," he said, his voice cracking when he said her name. "What can I do?" I'll take you wherever you need to go, I'll help you get whatever you need done I-" Lydia pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, silencing him. They pulled away, and Stiles looked at her with love and concern etched on his face.

"I just can't believe I did this to you," he said softly, staring into her eyes. Lydia shook her head, "It wasn't just you." "Still," Stiles said rubbing a hand over his face, "I should have known better." They sat in silence for a minute before Stiles finally asked the question, "Are you getting a-" Lydia shook her head, "I can't end a life, we've saved too many." Stiles nodded, "Are you keeping it? I mean we-er you, I mean-" "No," Lydia said cutting him off, "I'm sure someone else is more fit to take care of a baby then two teenagers."

"But what about the pain?" Stiles blurted, choking on his own words. "Isn't it painful?" Lydia shrugged and gave him a sad smile. "We've been through worse."

Stiles didn't say anything, he sat there and stared at the floor. "We never should have-" "Stop," Lydia said holding up her hand, "I don't regret anything."

Stiles looked at her questioningly, "You don't?" "Do you?" Lydia asked, hurt leaking into her voice. "Of course not," Stiles said registering the hurt on her face and taking her hand. "I just regret that we weren't more careful." Lydia nodded. "But we'll get through this," he said looking into her eyes. Lydia moved closer and rested her head on his chest.

"We get through everything."