*Time skip*

Post Ep. 6

We finally find her and she's in danger all over again. Why is she always the source of problems and confusion? Well aside from Jackson who was turning into a giant lizard. But nobody cares about him. Then again, Scott was acting pretty weird earlier…

When we were all outside the truck talking about our options, I suggested we just kill him. It was the easiest thing to come up with! We already had him chained down, and we already know he's the kanima, so why fight him more when he turns again? He's just going to keep hurting people, though he may not know it, he will. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know he's going to anyway. Scott seemed against the idea; he practically defended Jackson like he had feelings. When you treat a woman like Lydia the way he does then you have to right to feelings any more. It may sound harsh but I'll do anything in my power to protect her, that was my goal, my mission. Not only from the kanima, but from who he is both day and night. He was always dangerous to me.

Why can't she just be safe…? I stood up from my bed and grabbed my jacket off my chair, glancing at the clock. 10:37pm. I left a note on the kitchen table saying I had important stuff to do. Scott was still at the police station trying to explain stuff to my dad. I couldn't be there for it, look him in the eye and explain that I've been lying about my life for so long, about all the things I've kept from him. I couldn't see the look in his eyes, so I left and came home. Scott insisted he could handle it alone, otherwise I wouldn't have left. My dad was the only family I had, and if I knew he was that disappointed in me then I wouldn't be able to handle it.

I had to get to Lydia's house. I had to make sure she was protected there. It took me nearly thirty minutes to run there, seeing as my car was still impounded for evidence for that mechanic boys' murder. God Jackson, why are you such a prick in both lives? You had to crush the guy. Right in front of me. Why not claw him to death, why crush him?

I'm panting as I knock on her door. She answers a few seconds later and she looks at me funny.

"Why are you so sweaty?" she questions, looking unimpressed by my floundered appearance.

"I ran the whole god damn way here," I looked around her shoulder, "where are your parents?" I ask her. She shakes her head and looks down.

"Out," was the only answer I got. I decided not to push it and nodded for her to let me in. I was tired of being polite, but I saved any manners I had left for her. She deserved them. She deserved a lot. What she didn't deserve was for her parents to leave her alone after what's happened. Who was would do that? She shouldn't be alone anyway! Not when Derek's out hungry for blood. Who was supposed to be watching her! I was relieved now that I was here, but when I thought about it, I really wasn't strong enough to protect her completely… If it comes down to something I'll just sacrifice myself. Maybe he can make me a wolf or something if I make him promise to leave her alone…it would ruin everything I had, but that's still better than losing the love of my life.

"Can I have some water?" I asked, trying to ignore the fine furnishings of her home, how expensive everything must be. It made me afraid to touch anything. She nodded and I smiled at her bare feet as she walked into the kitchen. It's been a while since I've seen her feet; they're always tucked away in ostentatious heels. They're so small and cute, her nails a light pink color. Why doesn't she just wear flip flops? I wouldn't mind. She was quiet; I hope she's not uncomfortable.

"Here," she says, setting the cup of water in front of me on the counter roughly, the water splashing out and getting my face wet a little bit. She walks back into the living area without noticing.

"Thanks," I mumble, hurt because she was hurt.

"Lydia," I follow her into the living room with my water.

"Hmm?" she asks, sitting on the couch and staring off into space. I place myself next to her and set the water on the table, looking at her. She refuses to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry," I say blatantly, leaning back against the couch with my hands in my lap.

"For what?" she turns to look at me, confusion swirling around her features. This was one thing that I didn't like about her, she always was so closed up and silent, refusing to ask for help or admit she has a problem. She refuses to admit that she hurts too, that's why she was so afraid to cry. And that's why she's so cold to me right now.

"For running away after telling you I would talk to you. When you were crying in your car. But I can talk now, I just had something to do then," I say, taking her hand. She yanks it back immediately, looking at me like I should be crazy. "Look I know it hurts you to let people see you like that, but I just want you to know you don't have to be so strong around me. I'm here for you whenever you need me and I won't judge you," I say, my voice getting softer. "I'm here for you, and I'll protect you, no matter what." I take her hand again and she lets me this time, so many emotions swirling around her eyes and she looks at me, thinking, contemplating, wondering.

"Why are you doing this?" she finally whispers. I looked down, at her tiny hand encased in both of mine.

"I just care about you," I whisper back. I have never been good with this serious stuff, but she needs to know how I feel sooner or later. I just know that every time I try to hint at it, she brushes me off. Like she refuses to believe it.

"There's something else you're not telling me," she says. Well there was a lot we weren't telling her, like the fact that there were assassins after her.

"I just…" I trailed off, looking away from her.

"Stiles?" she says, my heart jumping from the sound of her saying my name. She's looking at me, with those big green eyes. Her face is unreadable, as usual. She's waiting.

"I just really really care about you and I don't want anything to happen to you," I say. She looks down and takes her hand back, covering her face. I couldn't take this anymore. I scooted closer and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. Well, at least what was warm for me. Surprisingly she fell into my hug and I saw the glisten in her eyes. She cried on my shoulder, and when she pulled up to put her face in my neck I froze, that was my spot. If she touched it too much things were going to get awkward down south… When I felt warm streams of tears rolling down my skin I couldn't help but shudder. I pushed her away a little bit, anything to get her away from there. She looks at me, tear streaked face and plump shiny lips. Her usually perfect strawberry hair was pulled up into a sloppy pony tail. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I was lost in her eyes, her face, the curve of her nose and the way loose strands of hair framed her cheeks. Her creamy cheeks. She just looked at me back, and this was one of those moments where you know something's up. Our faces were so close and she was so beautiful. But I hadn't noticed; I was somewhere else. I was on an island, where it was only me and her, and all we had was the sun, the sand, the palm trees, and each other. There was no threat of death and we were free to love.