A/N: Yay another chapter! Omg and stuff is going down on Teen Wolf with Stiles, like I am legitimately concerned for him. Anyways its getting really good and super interesting. So here is another chapter, I hope you all continue to enjoy this story. The scenes sort of inspired me to write this chapter but at the same time…not really. Sorry if it's a bit short. I've had this idea for a while so I figured it would be a good time to do it. Also I love when you guys review too, it means a lot! Also originally I had something different written as a beginning but I changed it…so please let me know what you end up think about this chapter! I have an idea for a one shot/drabble as well so if you don't see a new chapter for a while after this one, that's probably because I'm writing that, so keep an eye out for that too.

"Where is he? What happened?!" Lydia questioned after bursting through the door of the big warehouse located in the industrial district of Beacon Hills. She was on her way there when she got a frantic call from Allison who claimed nothing was wrong but she could tell by the shakiness in her voice that something had happened.

Stiles had gone with Scott to help defeat the newest big bad that was plaguing the god forsaken town they lived in. It wasn't uncommon but it was different, normally Lydia would have gotten there when everyone else arrived but she had been forced to eat dinner with her mother, something that rarely happened and something she couldn't get out of by claiming 'supernatural emergency', because it would not go over well, obviously.

Allison was there by the door, she grabbed Lydia by the shoulder trying to hold her back from the others who were either standing or kneeling, looking down at something on the cold concrete floor. "Lydia I don't think you want to go over there. Stay here."

"Allison, let go." She said, not having any of her friend's wishes, she shimmied out of the brunette's grasp and ran to the rest of the group, pushing them aside so that she could see what she knew they were looking at. "Move!" She yelled as she pushed her way through Ethan and Isaac and saw the damage in all of its magnitude.

"Stiles!" She gasped as she fell to the floor on her knees, he immediately recognized her voice and she grabbed his hand. He had blood all over, although she was unsure if it was all his own, but still, there was a lot.

"Lydia." He said quietly, you could tell that despite his pain he was still happy to see her there, to feel her holding his hand and running her fingers through his hair soothingly.

"Shhh." She cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes and fall down her cheek. "What happened?" She asked harshly looking at Derek and Scott who were trying to gather all the information and assess the extent of his injury.

"He…he was just trying to help. He got thrown against a wall, hit in the face, some scratches from the other wolves…" Scott answered, trying to remember all he could.

"Well is he going to be alright?!" She asked frantically looking down at Stiles' face, he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment but he also looked aware and terrified. She intertwined their fingers and gave his hand a hopeful and encouraging squeeze.

"I-I don't know. Derek?" Scott asked the former Alpha, he was almost as scared as Lydia was, and maybe he was hiding some of his emotion for Stiles' benefit but she knew he had to be tore up inside about whatever had caused his best friend this pain and anguish.

"I don't know, to be sure we need to get him to Deaton…fast." Derek replied as he looked over the injuries the human had sustained.

"Then what are we waiting for, someone needs to pull their car in here and we can lay him down in the backseat. And someone needs to take my car to the clinic, I'll ride with him in the back." Lydia ordered, and no one questioned, Derek went to get his car and the rest of the pack tried to think of what to do next, apparently whatever had did this to Stiles was still out there and roaming around.

"Lydia." Stiles choked out.

"Hey." She forced a soft smile and leaned in closer to him. He looked so scared and in pain, it killed her. Blood was caked all over his hands and his brow was in a scowl, indicating how much pain he was in.

"If I don't make it…" he began but Lydia cut him off.

"Stop, you're going to be fine."

"No just listen just in case. Please."

"Alright." She finally gave in, maybe he was more perceptive of his own well-being then she gave him credit for. The only thing she was slightly optimistic about was that she felt no need to scream, that gave her hope, but she knew there was still time for that inkling to come and for everything to go awry.

"Tell my dad how much I love him and that he'll be okay without me."

"Okay." She nodded, not wanting to imagine having to tell his dad any of this nonsense.

"And tell Scott that it wasn't his fault and that he's my best friend that I ever had." He breathed and coughed during his last word.

"Alright I'll tell him."

"And Lydia, I love you. I've always loved you. I know you know already and I know you love me, but god I love you so much." He managed to say all in one breath and hot tears began to really roll down her face. She honestly didn't really know if he was going to make it, but she wasn't giving up yet.

"Oh baby, I love you too. So much. Remember that okay? I love you. Pull through for me, don't die on me. I love you. Please don't leave me, okay?" Maybe she said it too much, but if he really was dying then there was no amount of times she could say it that it would be enough.

"Okay but only if you kiss me." He smirked at his girlfriend weakly. She couldn't deny the request, no way, not with that face and that life threatening injury. She leaned her head down to kiss him. It was chaste but it had so much power and meaning attached to it. They lazily dragged their lips across one another's until Scott's hand rested on Lydia's shoulder signaling that it was time to go. She kissed his lips one, two, three more times before the wolves very carefully lifted him into the back seat of Derek's SUV. Lydia climbed in the back with him, his head resting in her lap as she tried to soothe him by running her fingers through his hair and drawing patterns absentmindedly on his chest, avoiding any of his injuries.

Once they got to Deaton's office and they got Stiles settled in, they made her stay in the waiting room with everyone in the pack other than Scott and Derek. It killed her that there was nothing she could do for him, especially every time she heard him screaming in pain. She clung to Allison some of the time, drying her tears, or she ended up pacing the room unsure of what to do with herself.

After about an hour of waiting and wondering Derek finally emerged and told her that she could go in and see him. She walked into the back room where Stiles was laying on the metal table with considerable stillness.

"How is he?" She asked as she grabbed Stiles' hand and looked down at him in his drug induced sleep state.

"He's suffered some fairly large injuries but nothing life threatening. We fixed him up pretty good. But he's going to be sore for quite some time; he'll probably need to be in bed for at least a week." Deaton answered.

"Okay, thank you. When will he wake up?" She asked running her thumb back and forth across her forehead.

"Pretty soon. I'm going to call the Sheriff and fill him in." Deaton answered as he left the room, followed by Scott who put a reassuring hand on her shoulder before doing so.

Lydia watched over him lovingly so happy that he was alive and somewhat well. She would never be able to take him for granted. He always made her worry, but that's the price she had to pay for having a boyfriend whose best friend was a werewolf and whose girlfriend was a banshee. And that's what happens when you let people in; they can hurt you, even if unintentional. But she would be an idiot if she didn't let him in. He loved her more than anyone ever had and she for him more than she ever had in the past. He wasn't perfect, but that made him perfect for her.