Author's Note: I feel like I really need to write for my other story, it's been like a month, but I just love writing for this story so much! I'm glad you guys liked the past few chapters, I've enjoyed them too and I kind of have another one that goes along with it but I'm not sure when exactly I'll post it. I'm going to try to do more stuff like those, but I still like my cute perfect little family ones since there really isn't too many fics like that. Keep up the reviews I love them so much! And omg I'm so sorry but this chapter kind of stinks, I don't know. Ugh I hope you guys like it though!
She woke up. Head pounding, lethargic, and her whole body felt heavy. She slowly opened her eyes to discover she was not in the place she usually awoke from slumber. Lydia was on a cold concrete floor in a dark, musty room unsure where she was or how she got there. The walls were made of concrete with a window on one side and a door on another. The half-moon light streamed in through the window, the only thing shedding light on the room.
Lydia groaned as she tried to get her head on straight and thinking clear. The last thing she remembered was that she was going to the movie rental shop, surprised the thing was still even in business was a mystery in itself, she remembered it was supposed to be her last stop of the night. It was a Friday night in winter and a bi-week for the lacrosse team. She remembered that because of that fact her boyfriend, Stiles, was supposed to come over and they were going to watch a few movies, hopefully have a quiet night in despite a new mythological creature running rampant in Beacon Hills.
She remembered stopping at the grocery store just beforehand, buying junk food for him to binge on, because he was a teenage boy after all. It was cold out so she had put on one of her boyfriend's old maroon lacrosse jerseys from freshman year that he had obviously grew out of. Then she remembered she stopped by the pharmacy to pick up her birth control and allergy prescription, and then she made her way to the video store. But she didn't remember even making it inside. She remembered sitting in the car for a while, not wanting to even go inside because it was cold and it just reminded her of that one time she was here and Peter Hale killed the clerk who had worked there.
She remembered gaining up enough courage to finally go into the store. As she walked across the parking lot she remembered hearing howling not too far away. Before she had time to decide what was happening she saw something flash from the corner of her eye and within five seconds her body was on the ground. She did remember letting out a shrill scream, it was short but she hoped that would give one of her werewolf friends some inkling to where she was. She winced remembering hitting her head; she touched her head lightly and felt a small amount of blood and a place where a bruise would be forming soon. After that she remembered being dragged but she had no idea where to. That's all she could remember.
Lydia checked over her body for injuries as best she could with no mirror or good lighting. Definitely a few bruises on her head and face as well as her arm, she presumed from being thrown into the dark room. Her back stung too, she knew that was from being drug on the ground through God knows what. It was cold in the room she was in and although she wasn't a strong advocate of sweatshirts,
she was glad she had gone against her better judgment and wore if over a pair of leggings. She was getting nervous though as she brought her knees to her chest and tried to slow her nervous breathing. Being frantic never worked in any situation. She tried to take in the scent of Stiles and familiarity on the sweatshirt he had lent her, she did her best as silent tears slid down her face.
"Scott where is she? What's going on?" Stiles asked as he jumped out of his Jeep and planted his feet onto the video store's parking lot. Scott and Isaac were already there due to their werewolf speed and hearing.
"I don't know she was definitely here though." He observed.
"Well I could tell you that, her car is over there." Stiles said pointing to his girlfriend's blue Toyota.
"We heard her scream and then we came here but I don't know what happened after that."
"Scott, I don't think she's around here anymore though." Isaac observed.
"Why would she leave her car here?" Scott wondered aloud.
"She wouldn't Scott, that's the thing. Something had to have happened, something bad if she screamed her banshee scream and didn't wait for me to find a dead body." Stiles said obviously frustrated with Scott's new stance he was trying to take with being the Alpha of the group.
"Yeah but it didn't sound like the normal dead body scream." Scott observed. Stiles was growing more concerned, what kind of scream was it then?
"Okay well she still isn't here." He said looking around, his eye caught on something familiar to his antsy body. Lydia's designer, pink, purse suddenly caught his eye, contents spilled about. "Oh my god that's her purse." He uttered as he walked over to where it lay.
"Are you sure?" Isaac asked.
"Yes I'm sure, I see her with it every day. I hold it for her when she goes shopping. She would never let anything happen to it, it costs like a thousand dollars or something." He began to pick up her things and put them back in the bag.
"Okay geez." Isaac muttered.
"Look I'm sorry okay." He said looking up at his friends. "I'm just frustrated. I know something happened to her, she is never late for anything and she hasn't done the banshee wail in a while okay. I just need to find her and make sure she's okay."
"We'll find her, we always do." Scott said offering a weak smile, Stiles nodded as he finished putting her things in the bag and he put it into his Jeep as Scott and Isaac surveyed the surrounding area of the parking lot.
"I think I found something!" Isaac called out and Scott and Stiles jogged over to where he was standing, the edge of the parking lot where it met the woods.
"What? What is it?" Stiles asked looking through the trees.
"Doesn't it look like someone was…dragged?"
"Well do you think it was Lydia? Was Lydia the one that was dragged?" Stiles asked as Scott sniffed the air.
"Yeah something dragged her this way. It actually smells like two…"
"Two…what?" Stiles was beyond annoyed at his friend's attempt to maintain the calm composure.
"Werewolves."
"Okay so what are we going to do about it?"
"I didn't know it was werewolves, I knew something was here but I didn't know it was more of us." Scott said, annoying Stiles more, because how could his best friend that is a werewolf not know there were other werewolves in town.
"Dude, how didn't you know there were werewolves in town, you are one?"
"I didn't know okay, they must be laying low or something."
"Well can we just go find her? It doesn't seem like they know how to be subtle. Can you just I don't know…follow the scent?"
"Yeah of course." Scott placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "We've found her before, we can find her again."
"Okay, I'll follow you as best as I can in the Jeep." Stiles said as he headed back to his blue vehicle. His hands were shaking and he tried to steady them as he started the vehicle. Sometimes he wanted to kill Scott for getting bit and inadvertently pulled Stiles and everyone he cared into the werewolf problems. Lydia, it had to be Lydia? He finally had her and now someone had taken her. How could he not worry about her, especially as her favorite perfume lingered in his Jeep from when he took her home earlier that day? But he needed her back, he had to find her.
Finally Lydia decided to stand and try to get a better idea of her surroundings. It took her a minute to get rid of the dizziness that plagued her as she held onto the wall she had been leaning against. She tiptoed to window and looked out; there were a few other buildings around but she could see trees. She guessed she was in one of the industrial buildings in Beacon Hills, the ones right on the edge of the forest. She could have sworn it was the one everyone had talked about a year or so ago when they went to that rave. Who knows though there were so many god damn warehouses in this town it was hard to keep track of which was which.
Next she went to the all with the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. She leaned her head against the door, pressing her ear to it, to see if she could hear anything. At first there was nothing but after a few minutes she began to hear two separate voices. They sounded young, one masculine and one feminine.
"So what do we do with her now? Do we interrogate her?"
"I don't know you're the one that found her."
"I know but he didn't give us any instructions on what to do after we found her."
"Well if we don't do something, things aren't going to end well for us."
"So what do you think we should do then? What are we even supposed to ask her?"
"All I know is we have to find some way to get to Hale and you said she's connected to that pack so we have to ask her things that would – " Suddenly there was a loud bang that made Lydia jump away from the door.
"What was that?" One of the voices asked.
"I don't know…maybe we should go see…" Lydia was holding her breath and she didn't realize it until she heard a familiar voice. Scott.
"Where is she?" He asked and then there was thrashing, loud bangs, yelps and other interesting noises that made her cower away from the door. And then she saw the door knob begin to jostle and turn and she closed her eyes unsure of what would be on the other side. Oh she was going to have nightmares about this later. Finally it opened and when no one slammed her against the wall and killed her she decided to open her eyes to see Isaac standing there.
"Lydia, are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think I am now." She breathed as they walked towards each other.
"You look like your hurt" he motioned to her head "I think you should get it checked…"
"Lydia?! Lydia?! Is she in here?" Stiles asked Scott as he searched the place looking for clues as to who the two wolves (who had managed to escape into the woods) belonged to.
"Stiles?" She called out as she stepped out of the concrete room for the first time. Seeing him made her feel even safer even if it was Scott and Isaac who had done their werewolf thing to find her.
"Lydia." He said as she ran straight towards him. She ran full force into him but he caught her with no problem. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his around her waist as he lifted her up slightly, hugging her as close to him as he could managed.
"Stiles." She whispered taking in his warmth, realizing now how cold she had been before she was wrapped in his arms. She nuzzled her scratched up face into his neck.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He asked as he set her down and took her face in his hands caressing her face gently, her hands holding his wrists in places.
"Just a little bit, nothing to warrant a hospital visit." She assured him.
"I'm so glad you're alive." He said pressing his lips to hers as a few tears rushed down her face and she moved to hug him again and she pressed her nose into his sweatshirt covered shoulder. "Can I take you home?" He whispered into the hood of her, not technically his, hoodie (which made him happy to see her wearing). She nodded into his shoulder as she held onto him like he was her lifeline.
"Please take me home." She cried to him, he let go of her and positioned himself so she was leaning against his shoulder with his hand around her waist, he motioned to Scott who understood. He and Isaac were staying to see what they could find.
He put her into his car and covered her with an emergency blanket he kept in the trunk, because you never know when werewolf shit would leave you stranded in the woods for a night.
"Are you okay, really?"
"I'll be fine, just a little scratched up." She told him quietly.
"I'm going to take you home and clean you up okay?" He said brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
"Okay." She nodded her head; he closed the door and got in on the driver's side. As they drove she placed her hand on his arm needing his touch for some sort of comfort but knowing she couldn't hold his hand because he had to shift gears. But this made it bearable. They didn't speak much on the way home but he made sure to put on her favorite radio station, hopefully that wouldn't be too depressing.
"Is your mom home?" Stiles asked, it was verging on one in the morning her didn't want to explain a kidnapping and him dropping her off at the hour this late at night.
"No. She won't be back until Sunday." She told him quietly, she was distant but she was handling it all pretty well. "You're going to stay with me tonight, right?" She asked, her face covered with worry and concern.
"Of course." He said as he grabbed her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. "And tomorrow we can go pick up your car. Alright." She nodded and he proceeded to get out of the car and he helped her down as well. They got into the house using the key in the flower pot and headed up to Lydia's room. "I think you should get a shower, it would probably make you feel better, then I'll help patch you up." He smirked, and she smiled softly back at him as she walked to the bathroom.
"As long as you don't get frisky, because I am so not in the mood."
"I'm glad you're sense of humor is still intact." He chided as he followed her. He helped lift his sweatshirt over her head, she tossed it onto the floor as he pressed soft, chaste kiss to her jawline, just under her ear. As she tore off her leggings, bra, and underwear he searched for the necessary first aid supplies he would need to have when she was done.
"What are you doing?" She asked as he was still standing there, looking around as she was about to get into the shower.
"What do you mean?" He asked turning to her. He saw the brusise, scrapes, and scratches that lined her naked body, even still she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Please don't leave me, I need you." He knew she didn't mean in a sexual way, no not tonight. He knew she needed someone to be there for her, make her feel better. Start healing her mental wounds.
"Okay." She helped take off his hoodie and tee shirt while he worked on the bottom half of his outfit. She threw his clothes next to her and then they both climbed into Lydia's decently sized shower stall, big enough for at least two people. "Thank you." She told him as they stood under the warm water together.
"Not a problem Lyd." He told her genuinely, he was glad they could be there together. Glad she did need him and that they could stand their together under the hot shower together (literally) naked and vulnerable. After she was done washing and conditioning her long red tresses they mostly just stood there. Holding one another, exchanging a kiss here or there on the lips and they planted many on each other's necks and collarbones. Whispering "I love you-s" into her hair and her into his neck or chest, arms all over each other. She just needed these moments of quiet togetherness. They were both talkative people but they both understood that words didn't need to be spoken in the sanctuary of the shower.
After getting out of the shower Stiles got fully dressed into the set of pajamas he kept in one of her drawers, just like she had at his place. She just got into a comfortable pair of underwear and a bra while he bandaged her up.
"You're pretty banged up." He told her as she sat on her make up stool.
"Good thing you're good at fixing people." She smiled weakly at him, she meant it too. He fixed her, he made her better. Made her a better person, the person she always wanted to be.
"I'm not that good." He deflected, but she gave him a look that made him shut his modest mouth. When she was done being cleaned up and healed he put everything back where he had found it and she put on one of his tee shirts she kept, long warm socks, and a pair of his boxer shorts. "Don't you look cute?" He said as he walked out of the bathroom and shut off the lights. Normally this would have turned him on, but he had to block those thoughts out for tonight
"Mhm." She said as he climbed into bed and covered the two of them with her fancy pink bedspread.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked as he laid on his side and wrapped an arm around her waist as she put one of her legs over his.
"I mean I'm not perfect. But I knew you would find me. Luckily I wasn't there that long, you guys have gotten pretty good at finding people that go missing." She said as she laced her small fingers with his.
"I guess you kind of have to." He smiled weakly. "But don't worry too much, I don't want you to get nightmares. Tomorrow I'll stay with you all day, we can watch bad Lifetime movies and I'll help you with your laundry, we can pick up your car…"
"That sounds nice." She yawned. She was shook up from the experience yes, but she was safe now and she had to be happy about that.
"We can be happy even if the world is hell around us."
"I love you." She said as she moved so she was laying her head on his chest, a hand stroking his cheek softly and the other around his muscular torso. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and another drifted to her leg, absentmindedly stroking the bare skin between his boxer shorts and her long socks.
"I love you too Lyd."