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The final bell pierced through the harsh whispers Lydia heard signalling the end of the Thursday school day. She had successfully avoided Stiles and the rest of the pack all day even taking her lunch period in the library.
People shuffled quickly around her bumping her shoulders as they made their way out the door. She rocked back and forth in her heels walking slowly out into the hallway. The rest of the world seemed to be in a fog and the whispers muffled the voices of the students around her.
Lockers slamming shut around her made her jump and the whispers grew louder.
A voice rang louder than the whispers she heard calling her name from behind her.
She stopped keeping her back to him.
"Lydia.."
A hand is placed on her shoulder and the whispers halt instantly. The current pulses through her and ghosts up to the place his hand rests. He turns her to face him.
"There you are! I haven't seen you all day.." he looks at the dazed expression she wears and his brow furrows,
"Hey.. Lyds you ok?"
Her eyes meet his and she has to bite her lip to hold in her tears,
"Y-yeah sorry..."
She turns to leave but his hand holds her there
"Lydia.. you can talk to me. What's going on."
Her shoulders slump and she looks up to his face. She nods grabbing his hand pulling him into a nearby classroom and closing the door.
"Lydia.."
She brings a finger to his lips ignoring the stirring feeling in her stomach as his smooth lips brush over her skin.
His eyes widen and he stiffens.
"Stiles.. something is wrong.. I don't know what it is or what's going to happen but... something's coming."
She lowers her hand and hangs her head.
"What do you mean? Like a banshee feeling?"
She nods squeezing her eyes shut. Her voice is weak and barely there,
"Yeah.."
He grips both her arms,
"Lyds... what did you feel? Who... who is it?"
She moved away from him to lean on the desk
"I don't know.. I just have this terrible feeling and the whispers... the whispers are getting louder. "
She covers her face with her hands and lets the tears flow freely now.
"Hey.. shhh."
She feels his arms wrap around her shoulders and she slides her arms behind his back under his unbuttoned plaid shirt.
He brushes a hand over her hair pulling her close.
Her voice is muffled against his shirt,
"I'm sorry. "
He pulls back to look at her tear stained face,
"Sorry? For what?"
She swipes her hand under her eyes clearing the tears.
"All I do is find the bodies.. I can't even know who the feeling is for until it's too late.. I can't save them.. I couldn't save her. I couldn't save Allison "
He pulls her tight again.
"I felt her die Stiles.. I knew someone was going to die that night but I couldn't even say who.. not until it was too late."
She sobs into his shirt remembering the crushing feeling of Allison's death. The feel of her throat burning as she screamed her name.
"Lydia, you do so much more than than find dead bodies you realize that right? You are the smartest person I know. You are so strong Lydia. You may not have werewolf strength but you still keep up with the rest of them... we probably wouldn't be alive today without you. And Allison.. Allison would be so proud of you Lyds. "
She grips his torso tighter at his words a small smile gracing her lips.
She tilts her head up keeping her chin on his chest. He looks down at her smiling and smooths the hair from her face.
"I miss her.. so much."
He cups her cheek, sad smile meeting her gaze,
"I know. "
He pulls her close again enjoying holding her. When they finally pull away, she wipes her face clearing any remaining tears.
Stiles reaches out his hand to her,
"Come on.. let's talk to Deaton about this."
She reaches out gripping his hand firmly and smiles. They walk out the door into the now empty hallway and head to the front doors. Her stomach drops when she realizes what talking to Deaton might lead to.
She has become so used to the feeling pulsing from her pinky she hardly notices it anymore. When his hand is in hers though, the feeling is the strongest yet and it makes her heart leap. They make it to the jeep before sliding into the seats.
"So we will go to Deaton's and we will figure this out.. together. "
She smiles at him hiding her nervousness,
"Okay. Thank you Stiles."
He smirks at her before turning the key and driving towards the animal clinic.
When they pull up to the clinic, they notice only one other car there.
"Ready?"
She turns to him, nervous smile on her lips,
"Ready."
They enter the building and see a woman grabbing a crate , containing a small puppy, from Deaton.
"One pill everyday for the next week and he should be fine. Have a nice day."
The woman offers her thanks before walking past Stiles and Lydia.
"Ah. Hello you two. I see you have come to discuss yours and Lydia's connection."
Stiles looks at Lydia then back to the vet,
"Our what?"
Deaton looks marginally surprised and Lydia looks like she wants to crawl into a hole and hide.
"Oh.. I'm sorry.. what did you want to speak with me about?"
Stiles stepped forward between them,
"Whoa whoa wait. what connection?"
She looks down then back to Deaton. The vet looks past a confused Stiles and studies Lydia's face.
She hesitates before nodding.
"Lydia, would you lock the door and flip the sign to closed please. "
Stiles still has the mixed look of concern and confusion plastered on his face as they move to the back room.
Lydia leans on the metal table at the edge of the room as Deaton makes his way to the opposite wall.
"Okay.. what's going on. Lydia, is this the thing we were going to talk about but never did?"
She nods not meeting his gaze.
What if telling him scares him away? Even if it doesn't, she is sure it will create a wedge between them and make things uncomfortable.
Deaton clears his throat,
"Stiles, how much do you know..?"
"Well we were hanging out watching movies, when her eyes started glowing and then she said something about a string that is connected to my finger ? And this weird blue vision she gets and then I thought it meant I was going to die but she said no it means something else but wouldn't tell me what.. "
"Ok so she pretty much told you everything"
Deaton cut off his ramblings.
"Everything but what the hell this all means!"
Lydia recoiled slightly and Stiles' expression softened offering an apology.
Deaton glanced between them before continuing.
"Well..this connection we discussed.. it is commonly known as the red string of fate. Lydia's banshee abilities have allowed her to see this connection between the too of you. A red cord of sorts tied to each other."
Stiles nods absorbing the information while Lydia stays silent bracing herself for his reaction.
" okay but why now? Has it always been there?."
Deaton nods,
"The cord is believed to connect the two soul- uh- two people from birth. Lydia has only recently started to see and feel it."
Stiles doesn't miss his slip up,
"What were you going to say?"
Deaton glanced back to lydia and she remained silent with wide eyes
"Hello?"
Stiles looks frustrated and worried at the same time.
Lydia steps forward taking over where Deaton left off,
"According to legend, The two people connected by the red thread are thought to be... uh.. destined lovers..soulmates"
His brain processes her words before reality kicks in. His mouth drops open and his eyes widen.
"W-what.."
Deaton silently leaves the room mumbling something about files, leaving them alone.
"This is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would ruin everything. We finally start to get close again.. as friends and this happens."
He doesn't respond but stays wide eyed and his jaw slacked.
"Stiles we don't... you don't need to feel obligated or..or .the need to.. we can stay friends and. ." Her vocabulary fails her as she meets his shocked expression.
"But let's just forget this okay? I don't want it to change anything between us. Just forget it."
She glances away from him, feeling the tension in the air cursing herself for telling him.
He is silent and she glances up at him his eyes are still wide but his mouth sits in a small 'o'
"Please say somethi-"
The pulsing in her pinky speeds over her body and seems to burst out her chest as his soft lips meet hers. Her eyes spring open wide as his lips slide over hers. His large palm grips her waist and the other is cupping her cheek softly.
He pulls away slowly keeping his eyes closed and his hand still rests on her waist. She opens her eyes to see his own flutter open, his pink lips turn up slightly at the corners as he looks at her.
Her vision clouds over blue on its own accord and she glances down to their now intertwined fingers. A trail of silver light starts at their fingertips and weaves up their arms, over their bodies twisting around them. They are surrounded by a glow so bright and unlike what she has seen before. When she looks back to her hand, the cord connecting them is now a silver color and shimmering like it were made of steel.
Her vision fades slowly to normal as she meets his warm brown eyes. She no longer feels the tingling in her pinky but in the center of her chest. Not a strong feeling but something warm. Like the fluttering feeling you get when something makes you happy.
Her cheeks warm up and she stares at him in shock,
"Stiles. ."
"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that.."
The smile he is wearing stretches his cheeks and wrinkles fold at the corners of his eyes.
Lydia's cheeks burn and she stutters,
"Wh-what does ... I- ..
A smile graces her lips as she stares at the boy in front of her.
"You still up for bowling this weekend?"
He winks a smirk on his lips.
Her confidence bubbles back before returning the smirk,
"Only if you are"
His smile grows as he interlaces their fingers,
"Come on.. Let's go home. I'm ready to eat then go to bed"
He yawns and she nods following him.
They walk out of the backroom and Deaton is standing at the front desk. When he hears them enter, he looks up almost expectantly.
His gaze travels to their intertwined hands and the vet smiles.
"Have a good evening you two. "
They smile before waving and walking out the door.
The vet still wears a smile as he glances down to the papers on the desk in front of him.
About a half an hour later, the bell of the door jingles,
"Sorry we are closed."
He looks up as a gun clicks against his forehead.
"Where. Is. Stiles."
Deaton's eyes widen as he sees his attacker's face,
"Chris!?"
(The next morning )
Her eyes flutter open as she feels warm lips grazing her neck.
His gravelly morning voice dusts over her ear,
"Morning Lyds."
She smiles turning to face him.
"Morning."
His hair is ruffled and his eyes hooded.
He leans forward kissing her nose gently before sighing,
"Why did you wait so long to tell me?"
She glances down noticing his bare chest and her mind halts. Why DID she wait so long if it meant this was going to happen?
" I uh.. I was worried you didn't feel the same way that I feel about you. I didn't want to lose our friendship."
He nods brushing his fingers over her cheek.
"You could never lose me. I've had a crush on you since the third grade.. that doesn't just go away."
She snuggles closer feeling the warmth of his skin,
"I just thought maybe you didn't have feelings like that for me anymore.. especially when Malia came along."
He takes a deep breath before releasing it and smoothing a hand over her strawberry blonde locks.
"I liked Malia.. I really did. But it wasn't serious. I tried to convince myself I was moving on finally. That my feelings for you were simply platonic... but every time we would hang out it was you I would think about. I couldn't do that to her. She deserves someone who feels the same way about her. So I broke it off. It's always been you Lyds"
She nods absorbing his words a smile tugging on the corner of her lips.
She slides a hand across his chest and presses a kiss over his heart. She feels his pulse skyrocket and his body stiffen making her smile grow.
She pushes him to his back and flips her leg over his waist to rest on the bed beside him. His hands go to her hips automatically and his eyebrows almost meet his hairline in surprise. She smirks down at him sliding her hands up his chest to his neck. He still holds a surprised expression as she leans down closer to his face. She brings her lips to his jaw placing kisses along it ending just by his ear. She kisses below his ear before working back to his lips. She pauses before surrounding his bottom lip between hers. His response is immediate as he moves his lips over hers. She slides her hand to the nape of his neck brushing her fingertips over the short hairs there. He brings his hands to her waist and slides his palms under the hem of her shirt. His hands roam her back until they slide over where her bra should be. He curses into her lips and she smiles into the kiss.
She barely pulls away, their lips still ghosting together,
"When does your dad get home?"
She pulls his bottom lip with her teeth and he groans,
"Uh- he actually should have gotten home late last night. "
He kisses her deeply sliding his tongue over her bottom lip making her shiver.
"What if he wakes up.."
She breathes into his open mouth.
"We'll be quiet."
He almost whispers into her mouth as she slides a hand into his hair.
"Stiles but.."
"Shhhhh"
His lips purse as he shushes her before he delves back into the kiss.
"Stiles..."
She pulls back looking at his flushed face and swollen lips
"We don't have time we have school."
He slides his hand up her back,
"It's friday..."
She smiles before climbing off of him,
"So? We still have school!"
He flops back to his pillows sighing, his fingers brushing the smooth skin of her thigh,
"Let's call in sick.."
She laughs sweetly before pecking his lips getting up,
"Come on.. get up."
He groans in annoyance,
"Nooooooooo"
She grabs a pillow launching it at him.
"Get up! We can't be late again."
He rolls over and sits up getting out of bed. He stretches his arms over his head making the lean muscles of his stomach flex. She let's her eyes roam over him unashamedly now.
He smirks as he catches her watching him and saunters over to her,
" we could stay you know.."
His body is so close but he refuses to touch her.
She swallows thickly before stepping forward placing a hand on his chest. He opens his mouth to say something when she pushes him back and his knees hit the bed making him fall. She turns around walking to the door smugly,
"When I get back you better be ready to go.,"
She pauses at the door when he calls out to her,
"Oh yeah? Or what?"
She glances over her shoulder smugly before walking out swaying her hips and disappearing down the hall.
She hears him shout something about how unfair that is before she enters the bathroom smiling.
She puts on a maroon skirt with a nude color flowy shirt pairing it with a light green cardigan and delicate necklace. She ties her hair into a bun and wraps a headband around her head tying it at the top of her head. Leaving her make up light she walks out of the bathroom to Stiles room.
She half expects him to be in the same position she left him, but he is actually ready sitting at the end of the bed looking at his phone.
He has a red zip up hoodie on over a grey t-shirt and is wearing dark charcoal pants.
"Ready?"
His head flies up giving her a once over before smiling.
"Yep. You look great."
She blushes before slipping on her heels.
"Thanks.. you look pretty good yourself.."
He grabs her hand before walking downstairs to the kitchen. They only have time to grab a couple granola bars and head to school.
When they get out of the jeep, she reaches over grabbing his large hand in hers. As they enter the school, a few people glance in their direction surprised expressions on their face. He walks her to her locker before releasing her hand so she could grab her books.
"Hey guys! "
They both turn to see Scott with a smile on his face.
"Hey dude what's up?"
Scott grabs one strap of his backpack shrugging.
" I wanted to see if you guys were still cool for bowling tomorrow. I figure with all this stuff going on we should try to forget for a little while and just hang out." He sways from one foot to the other, "and if anything comes up, Deaton will let us know."
Stiles looks to Lydia and she shrugs one shoulder,
"Yeah sure. We will be there."
Scott smiles wider,
"Great!"
The bell rings as Lydia closes her locker,
"See you at lunch" she steps on her tip toes placing a sweet kiss on his lips before walking down the hall.
Stiles watches her leave until she turns the corner before turning back to Scott with a wide grin.
Scott stood gaping at him.
"What.."
"You and Lydia?"
Stiles smiled scratching the back of his neck,
"Oh.. yeah"
Scott slaps a hand on his shoulder before sliding his arm around him and walking down the hall.
"When?"
"Uh- yesterday I guess?"
Scott smiled at his best friend,
"Good for you guys. It's about time. "
Stiles laughed shaking his head before following him down the hall
He blinked away his blurry vision taking in his surroundings. He was lying on the floor of the animal clinic. Sitting up, the vet groaned grabbing the back of his head. The clock on the wall showed him it was Friday afternoon meaning he had been out all night and most of the morning.
Images of Chris Argent flashed in his mind as the memories flooded back. He pulled himself u. grabbing the phone and dialing Scott's number.
The phone rang three times before he picked up.
"Deaton? What's wrong?"
He hisses in pain remembering the butt of Argent's gun colliding with his skull.
"Scott... it's Argent. Chris Argent. He's the one after Stiles..
I'm sorry this chapter took a little longer than usual but i hit a massive wall of WRITERS BLOCK. Hope it turned out ok.. I don't even know how I feel about this chapter anymore haha. Please leave a review it always makes me smile to see your reactions (: