The engine of Lydia's car hummed smoothly as they cruised along the road. It had become routine for them now, that she would drive them whilst he distracted her with nonsensical chatter about this that or the other. Then she would roll her eyes at one of his stupid jokes, and he would giggle to himself, clearly finding it far more funny than she did. The routine would continue for a while, and it was almost the exact same thing every time they got into the little blue car. However, today Stiles broke routine. For once, he fell silent, drumming the dashboard nervously with his fingers. The sound was distracting and Lydia snapped at him, "Stiles? Trying to drive here." Jumping slightly he pulled his hands away, pinning them firmly together in his lap. The extra energy simply moved somewhere else, manifesting itself in his leg, causing it to bounce up and down at an alarming rate. Glancing across she realised how worked up he was getting. "Stiles? Are you okay? Do we need to stop?"

Turning slightly red at the suggestion, he shook his head rapidly, "No no! It's fine. I'm just- uh- thing is I'm trying to- I have no idea what I'm doing- uh- wait hold on why are you parking?"

She had pulled up at the side of the road, and was now fixing her knowing gaze on him. "Stiles, something's wrong. What is it?"

"Lydia I'm fine, really." He gave her a lopsided grin, but she wasn't buying it.

"I'm not starting the car until you tell me what's up." She folded her arms, staring him down stubbornly.

Rubbing his face, Stiles sighed nervously. His extra energy seemed to be bursting out of him, making him move much more sharply and sporadically than normal. Twisting himself in his seat, he tried to reach into the back of the car. About half way through the motion, he got stuck in the gap between the two front seats. His seatbelt was stopping him from moving any further, and the positioning of his arms prevented him from going back. After squirming helplessly for a minute, he flopped with a huff, calling out to the girl, "Lydia..."

Sputtering with laughter, she adopted an oblivious attitude, "Yes?"

"Could you help me, please?"

"Whatever with?"

"...Lydia would you just un-buckle the seatbelt?" There was an amused silence, and he groaned before adding a begrudging, "Please?"

Giving in she reached over and pushed in the clip. The seatbelt was sent whizzing back into its holder, releasing Stiles and causing him to face plant into the back seat. Voice muffled by the fabric, he muttered, "Thank you." Once he had righted himself, he set about searching for whatever it was that was causing him such stress. The car was filled with thumps and mutterings and the occasional 'thunk' as Stiles hit his head off of the door or the roof. Finally, he had found what he was looking for, pulling something that Lydia couldn't see from his discarded jacket. Dragging himself back through to the front, he collapsed in his seat, panting slightly from the effort it had taken to retrieve this mystery item. Raising her eyebrow, Lydia stared at him.

"Stiles, what on earth is going on?"

Biting his cheek nervously, he gave himself a shake before speaking to her. "Lydia, I um- so I had been thinking about- um- about us and I realised that you did all that amazing stuff in my room for me and I hadn't really done anything in return-"

"Stiles that's ridiculous-"

"Hold on," he cut her off, "I'm serious, I wanted to do something to say thank you. So could you maybe close your eyes for a sec?"

Gaping at him incredulously she rolled her eyes before complying, "You have five seconds." Raising her hand she began to count down on her fingers. She heard a frenzied fumbling coming from Stiles' direction, but when she opened her eyes he was back in the seat, grinning nervously at her. "Okay, now are you gonna tell me what's going on?"

Pink with barely concealed glee, he pointed to the dashboard, "Turn on the music." Staring at him in confusion, she chose not to question his increasingly odd behaviour, and simply reached forwards, pressing the music system into life. There was a slight pause before a vaguely familiar song started playing. She sat perfectly still for a moment, trying to recall where she had heard it before. And then it hit her. It was the song that she and Stiles had slow danced to all that time ago at prom. Letting out a small gasp, she covered her mouth, turning wide eyed to Stiles. He smiled at her, speaking quietly, "I take it you recognise it then?"

Letting out a small happy laugh, she nodded, turning up the volume. She allowed the music to take her back to a simpler time. Back when the supernatural didn't exist, and everything was so much simpler. With a jolt, she realised that although it had been simpler before, she wouldn't go back. What she had now was so much better, she could be herself, and she had Stiles and the pack. Although it was complicated and hard, the life she led was one that she wouldn't trade for anything. Opening her eyes once more, she looked at her boyfriend. "I can't believe you."

Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, he muttered, "Yeah there's actually a whole CD of songs in there. All the songs that remind me of you, or us. God that is so cheesy I'm sorry." He covered his face and turned away from her.

Laughing, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to face her. Gently prying his hands off of his face, she smiled at him, "It's perfect, thank you." Giving him a quick peck on the lips, she squeezed his hands before returning to her driving position. "Put your belt back on, we're going to be late if we don't hurry up."

Jumping into action, Stiles nodded, "Yeah they better not start the movie without us.

Laughing, Lydia drove out onto the road, "Stiles, I doubt Scott will willingly start watching Star Wars, with or without you." Stiles scoffed and they fell into comfortable silence, listening to the playlist Stiles had created for her. Eventually they arrived at the McCall household. Scott's bike, Kira's car, Melissa's car and Mason's rickety box that he claimed was a functioning motor vehicle were all filling up the driveway, so Lydia was forced to pull up on the sidewalk. Turning off the car, she climbed out, waiting for Stiles to come around and join her. Hand in hand they walked up to the door, not bothering to knock. Swinging the heavy wooden door to the side, they slipped inside. The sound of people laughing reached them from the living room, and they followed it to find the rest of the pack hanging out there.

Malia and Isaac stood by the window, talking away to each other. Lydia couldn't help but notice that Malia had started wearing scarves recently. Scott and Kira sat on the floor next to the TV, clearly arguing over what they should all watch first. Hayden and Liam were both sitting on the couch, and Stiles laughed when he saw Mason sitting between them, chatting enthusiastically and totally unaware that he was getting in the way of a moment. Scott looked up when they entered the room, walking over to them as he greeted, "Finally you guys are here. What took you so long?" He gave them a suggestive look and waggled his eyebrows. This had the effect of making Lydia roll her eyes, and Stiles stutter uncontrollably.

"What? Scott- no. We didn't- we weren't- look nothing-"

Scott interrupted his friends panicked rambling by patting him on the shoulder, "I'm only kidding Stiles. Now both of you get in here and try find somewhere to sit. Kira's just choosing the first movie."

Outraged, Stiles held out his hand, "Hold on! I thought we agreed we were going to be watching Star Wars?" The entire room groaned. "Hey hey hey. Don't judge until you've seen it. It's a masterpiece. Tell 'em Lydia."

Everyone stared at her and her eyes widened, shock painted across her face. Hayden giggled, "Wait, you've seen Star Wars?"

Isaac joined in, "I have to admit Lydia, I didn't think it was your sort of movie."

Brushing her skirt down with her hands, Lydia cleared her throat, expertly maintaining her composure, "I have watched it once or twice, yes."

At this, Stiles turned to her in awe, "You've seen them more than once?"

With a slight pout, she looked up at him, speaking quietly, "What? They're good films."

The whole room burst into laughter, and eventually Lydia joined in. Kira used this as a distraction, shoving 'The Notebook' into the DVD player before Stiles could object. When the screen lit up with the title, there was a collective groan from the guys, apart from Mason, who sat up eagerly like the girls had done. Seeing Liam's reaction, he nudged his shoulder, "C'mon Liam this is a great film. You'll love it."

Resting his head on his palm, Liam rolled his eyes, resigned to watching the film. Stiles flicked off the lights before joining Lydia on the love seat. She curled in beside him, head resting on his shoulder. About half way through the film, Stiles nudged Lydia slightly. Confused she looked up at him, "What?"

"I was just thinking. This is sorta like you and me. You're way out of my league, I went slightly crazy about you, you found someone else, I found someone else, and then we finally got together."

Smiling up at him, she kissed his cheek, "I suppose your right. Only I promise never to forget how much I love you. No matter what happens, I'll always remember you." Liam shushed them, leaning forwards to listen to what was happening in the film. He'd been totally engrossed since the first scene. Lydia smothered her laughter in Stiles' shoulder, ignoring the foul look she got from the young beta.

After what felt like forever, the movie was finally over. The reactions in the room varied from Liam sobbing into a pillow as Mason patted him gently on the back, to Isaac who was questioning the possibility of the ending. "I mean, come on. How can their love just magically make them-"

Liam blubbered in, interrupting his criticism, "Shut up! It was beautiful. They were so in love. Hayden I need a hug!" And then he flopped across the whole couch, legs across Mason and torso being cradled by a bemused Hayden. Bewildered, she smiled anyway, stroking his hair comfortingly. Scott laughed and stood up. He nodded at Stiles who clapped his hands together excitedly before jumping up, leaving a very disgruntled Lydia on the couch. Scott and Stiles stood in the middle of the room, facing the three youngest people there. Hayden and Mason both looked up, whereas Liam was too busy crying to notice. Every time Scott opened his mouth to speak, another loud hiccup or sob came from Liam. Fed up, Stiles rolled his eyes raising his voice:

"Yeah Liam we get it, it's a sad movie. Now pull yourself together so we can get on with this alright?"

Liam nodded, sniffing loudly and rubbing his nose before standing up and walking over to stand next to Kira. She patted him on the head in an attempt to comfort him. Mason meanwhile was staring between Scott and Stiles, a mixture of excitement and trepidation on his face. "Get on with what? What's going on?"

Stiles bounced on his heels eagerly, looking to Scott for permission to reveal the big secret. Laughing at his friends hyperactive tendencies, Scott nodded his consent. Throwing his fist into the air, Stiles set of talking at a hundred miles per hour. "So Scott and I have been doing some talking, and we think that it's time that you two got initiated."

Speaking cautiously, Hayden stared at him, "Initiated into what?"

"Into our secret cult that worships cabbage," he spoke with a deadpan tone before rolling his eyes at her, shaking his hands, "Into the pack of course!"

Hayden's eyebrows shot into her hairline, and Mason jumped up in excitement, head bobbing between the two seniors in front of him. "Seriously? I get to be part of the pack? But I'm not even supernatural!"

Offended, Stiles held up his hands, "Hey now, you don't need to be supernatural to be a useful member of the pack. Right Scott?" His statement was met with silence, "Scott?" He turned to look at his friend, who just made a non-comital shrug. Before Stiles could yelp in outrage, Scott cracked up, shoving Stiles playfully.

"Of course not. Stiles is probably the best informed about the supernatural out of all of us. And now he gets to teach all of that to you." Scott slapped Stiles on the back. Stiles however, had frozen, staring at his friend in horror.

"What? When did I agree to that? I can't teach! Scott I don't know how to do this how do you expect me to- why do I have to- Scott?!" Stiles was flailing his arms all over the place, and Mason looked a little put out. However, ever the peace keeper, Scott simply grabbed Stiles by the shoulder, calming him down as he spoke:

"Stiles, you'll be fine. Mason's super smart and you are too, it'll be like having another detective on your team! What was it you always used to call it? Some sort of detective agency. Oh wait I remember, The Styd-" Stiles jumped forwards, pressing his hand across Scott's mouth, face turning a bright shade of pink.

"Not another word Scott. I mean it. Not a peep. Dude seriously, not cool, that was a secret." Stiles hissed the message under his breath, hoping that Scott hadn't said enough for his friends to figure out the embarrassing truth. Staring daggers at Scott, Stiles slowly removed his hand. Watching his friend for a moment, Stiles became satisfied that he wouldn't blab, and relaxed moving towards Mason to pat him on the back.

Before Stiles had any time to stop him, Scott had announced it quickly to the room. "HE USED TO CALL IT THE STYDIA DETECTIVE AGENCY!" Stiles whipped around, staring in horror at his friend. He cringed as the people in the room slowly started to figure it out. Isaac was the first to speak up:

"Stydia? As in, Stiles and Lydia? Seriously?" He tried and failed to cover up his glee at discovering the embarrassing secret.

Not even attempting to make an excuse, Stiles just stared at the floor, hand rubbing away the stress at the back of his neck. "You know what? Yes. I did call it that cause it sounded cool, and me and Lydia always seemed to be the ones figuring things out. I only told Scott by accident, and it was supposed to be a secret." He glared at his friend once more, who raised his hands in surrender. This caused Lydia and Kira to giggle, and eventually the rest of the room joined in, leaving a very disgruntled Stiles standing in the middle. He groaned, looking apologetically at Lydia.

She simple shrugged, standing and walking over to him. "Well," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I think it's cute." He laughed in relief, scooping her up in a tight hug, spinning her in a circle. Lydia squealed, laughing and demanding to be put down. Stiles refused, spinning her this way and that. Rolling his eyes at their antics, Liam decided to break it up.

Shouting to the rest of the pack with mischievous glee, he ran at the pair, "DOG PILE!" Barging into Stiles' side, Liam knocked them onto the sofa. Soon the others started jumping on top of the mess, and they all ended up in a laughing pile of limbs on the floor.