"We need to go Lydia. Come on."
Deaton ushered her towards the scene.
Her vision blurred at the edges with tears and only Stiles was in focus. His limp body still lays in his father's arms. The sheriff clings to his body smoothing his hand over his deep brown hair repeatedly.
Deaton halts Lydia walking forward cautiously,
"Sheriff,"
The man looks up his eyes bloodshot and tears streaming down his face. The front of his shirt is soaked with blood and a smear of red sits on his cheek.
"Sheriff we need to take Stiles to-"
A horrified expression crosses the mans face,
"No! You aren't taking my son anywhere! He.. he needs me."
Deaton edged closer,
"Please sheriff... we might be able to save him.. Lydia could bring him back."
His brow furrowed and he glanced at Lydia,
"How.."
Deaton stepped even closer placing a hand on the man's shoulder,
"I can explain later but we need to hurry. We are wasting precious time."
A crunch of leaves draws their attention,
"Well,well, well...looks like my little plan worked.."
Kate stepped out from behind a tree, two creatures beside her.
Lydia felt hatred flood her heart and angry tears spring from her eyes. She heard the low growl of Scott.
"Down boy.."
Scott's red eyes bore holes in her as he stood up pulling away from Kira.
"You killed him..."
Kate smirked glancing at the boy still in the sheriff's arms then at Chris who is slowly rising to his feet in shock,
"Huh... looks to me like my brother did that sweetie."
Scott lunged at her but with a flick of her hand, a creature launches itself at him. His body slams to the ground and he is pinned, the creature baring its large teeth.
"You really thought that would work Scott?"
The creature retracts to her side and Kira rushes over to help him up.
Malia growls, her blue eyes flashing,
"Why are you here.."
" to check in on my brother. See if he was actually able to finish the job.."
Her heels crunch over to the sheriff and she crouches next to him.
Her red manicured nails smooth hair away from Stiles' forehead and she hums,
"Good thing too... I wouldn't have let him die so quickly.."
Lydia moved almost on instinct reaching down un-holstering the sheriff's gun. She clicked the safety off placing the cold barrel to the woman's forehead. Her finger hovers over the trigger twitching, ready to squeeze.
Kate's eyes widen in surprise ,
"Well look here! Little banshee girl wants to play!"
Lydia sneered as hot tears run down her face,
"Get away from him"
She punctuated each word harshly gritting her teeth.
Kate stood and Lydia kept the gun pointed at her.
She laughs humorlessly studying the girl. She notices the blood on her shirt and hands and how her hands are shaking as silent tears drift over her pale cheeks.
Kate smirks taking a step forward,
"Did our little banshee have a teeny wittle crush?"
She mocks.
Lydia's brow lowers and her lip twitches.
"I said... get away from him."
Kate smiles stepping even closer,
"Ooh she did! How cute. Sucks about the whole.."
She gestures to stiles moving her hand in a circle.
Kate crouches next to his body again caressing his cheek,
"Well at least now you won't have to listen to his incessant babbling. ."
Lydia felt rage course through her as she pulled the trigger.
The bullet pierced Kate's thigh and the werejaguar fell to the ground screaming,
"You little bitch-"
The crack of the gun seemed to send everyone into motion. Liam released a growl as he pounced toward one of the creatures Malia right behind.
Kira grabs her sword releasing a cry before running towards the other creature. Scott however had his sights set on Kate.
The alpha let out a loud roar as he sprinted forward. Kate stood, the wound in her leg healing,
"You're gonna regret that.."
Her features morphed, her fangs growing and green piercing eyes replaced hazel.
Scott jumped into the air slamming into Kate.
"Go Lydia! Go!"
She lowers the weapon and runs to the sheriff,
"Please sheriff.. we need to go."
The man looks at her with sad eyes before looking back to his son.
"Let's do it."
The sheriff stands lifting Stiles with him, his arms and legs draped over his arms. His head lulls to the side to rest on the man's shoulder as they walk to the vehicle.
Lydia opens the back sliding into the seats.
Loud growls and thrashing teeth can be heard as the sheriff leans in placing Stiles down gently. His head comes to rest in her lap as the door closes and the sheriff climbs into the passenger side.
She looks down at the boy's too pale skin and relaxed features. Seeing him without the goofy smile and warm skin made a choked sob echo from her. She would give anything for him to open his eyes and smile up at her. To say he loved her like she knew she loved him.
Deaton revved the engine as she laced her fingers through Stiles hair. They pull away from the chaos, the wheels kicking up stones and dust.
Deaton twists and turns through the trees like he has the way memorized.
He glances in the rear view mirror briefly,
"Lydia. When we get there, you need to focus on your connection to Stiles more than you ever have before."
"It's gone... the cord it-it broke.."
Deaton nodded swerving past a large oak,
"I know it did but the connection..it's still there Lydia. The cord can be broken by death..but deep down it still exists. You need to focus on searching for him. For his energy. That's the only way this will work."
Her hand slides into his still, cold palm and a tear rolls over her cheek. She stares at the red stain on the front of his shirt with such anger and sadness she is sure Scott could smell it from where he is.
Deaton turns the wheel suddenly and the large stump that seems to be at the center of half the events in Beacon Hills comes into view.
He throws the vehicle to park before the two men exit.
The sheriff opens the door and grabs onto the boy carefully lifting him.
She moves as if she is in one of her trances, exiting the vehicle. The headlights illuminate the stump making it stand out against the black forest.
"Place him there."
Deaton points to the center of stump and the sheriff walks over.
He kneels placing Stiles' body gently on the surface smoothing a hand over his face before backing away.
Deaton walks forward opening the mystery container,
"Lydia. ."
He gestures for her to move forward. As she draws closer, she can almost feel the power radiating from the tree.
She climbs onto the surface resting on her knees next to the body.
"Ok.. I need you to grab his left hand."
Lydia reaches forward sliding her palm into his icy one and she looks back to the vet.
He leans over the stump pouring the dark powder over their hands and trailing it in a circle around their bodies. He connects the line back to their hands before stepping back.
" Focus on your connection. It my help to revisit memories. When you begin to feel the connection again, focus on that. Focus with all that you have, letting no distractions interfere. Once this happens.. it should work.."
She nods before glancing at the sheriff,
"I will try sheriff.. "
His eyes glisten and he nods,
"I know you will Lydia.. because you need him back as much as I do. "
She let's out a shaky breath before closing her eyes.
The noises around her fade and the whispers start. Flashes of the winter formal pop into her mind. She didn't know back then that the boy she swayed with on the dance floor would change her life forever. She remembers the feel of his warm breath on her shoulder and the soft music surrounding them. She didn't cherish it at the time but now it makes her heart swell. Her mind bounces to the time she sat in her car tears pouring over her cheeks. She sees his warm eyes and his short buzzed hair and feels herself smile. She hears his voice echo in her memories,
"Because I think you look really beautiful when you cry.."
Another memory springs forward. His door opens and his bloody cheek and tired but shocked eyes meet hers.
She sees the gifts and the love in his eyes as he tells her he bought them for her birthday.
She remembers throwing herself onto him pushing them from the gasoline.
She see's the sun dance in his eyes as she pulls away from the kiss. His mouth gaping starting at her with wonder. She remembers that she didn't expect to feel what she felt. The racing pulse and the connection between them.
She remembers the warmth of his hug as he comforted her after Meredith.
She remembers the pained shouts as he yelled for Brunski to turn off the tape.
She remembers his kisses. His hugs. His warmth and laughter.
A silent tear runs over her cheek and a smile raises on her lips.
The two look on as the powder around them bursts into light. The circles glows around them and the wind picks up. Her hair is tossed and spun and their clothes slap and ripple in the wind. She feels the warm tingle start in her pinky and she focuses on that feeling.
The tingling spreads over her body and she feels warmth pool in her chest.
Her eyes burst open and a wave of energy pulses from her body knocking the men to the ground.
A glow starts at the tip of her head spreading down her body before surrounding his.
Her eyes are glowing as the wind picks up.
She hears his bright laughter in her mind. She sees his warm caramel eyes and deep brown hair. She feels the warmth of his skin on hers and the flutters of her heart when he looks at her.
The energy pools between them before exploding out sending another pulse through the trees. The glow disappears and the wind dies down. Her body falls back and her vision returns to normal.
"Did it work?!"
She crawls forward quickly,
"Is he alive did it work?!"
Deaton ran forward placing two fingers on Stiles' neck. His brow remained furrowed as he searched for a pulse.
Several sets of feet pound behind them as Scott, Kira, Malia, and Liam come into view.
They are covered in blood and scratches, some looking better than others.
Malia spoke first,
"Whoa.. what was that?"
Scott gripped his hurt side speaking over Malia's question leaving it unanswered,
"Kate took Chris and ran we don't know where or-"
He saw his best friend laying on his back before stumbling forward,
"Did it work?"
Scott latched onto Kira supporting himself against her.
They held their breaths looking to Deaton who had his back to them.
The vet retracted his hand from Stiles' neck keeping his head down.
Lydia glanced at him before looking back to Stiles.
It had to work..
He walked to the sheriff who was already shaking his head,
"No.."
Deaton placed a hand on the man's shoulder,
"I'm so sorry."
The sheriff let out an enormous cry before falling to his knees before his son.
"No! You said-you said this would work! You said it would bring him back!"
He climbed the stump before he started pumping the boy's chest and blowing air into his lungs with desperation.
"Come on!"
Lydia shook her head,
"No..no I felt him. He was- he was alive. I know it."
Deaton sent her a sad glance before walking to the vehicle. She saw the vet place his hands on the hood shaking his head.
The pack ran forward looking to Lydia. She held her shaking hand in front of her, still covered in the dust.
"Scott it- it worked.. I felt him.. I-"
She released a sob as he reached forward gripping onto her shaking frame.
She felt a shutter pulse through his body and warm tears fall onto her shirt.
Saddend expressions passed over her friend's faces as the cold wind swirled around them. She looks to the sheriff who has stopped the cpr and has moved to the other side of the stump staring blankly out into the trees.
She releases Scott and crawls toward the body.
His head is turned to the side away from her making his moles stand out against his pale skin. Her fingers dance over them missing the chuckle she always received from him when she mapped them with her fingertips.
She lays her head to his chest and wraps an arm around his torso, crying silently.
The sound of a car engine draws nearer as she peels her eyes open. She sees the red and blue lights of the ambulance dance around them. The passenger door opens and a worried Melissa exits.
Scott walks forward tears on his cheeks,
"Mom..."
He lets out a sob before clutching his mother close to him.
"Honey what- oh my god..."
Lydia remains clutching his body as Melissa walks to them with Scott.
She turns to Deaton with tears in her eyes,
"You said someone was hurt! not- not..."
She let's out a sob walking to Stiles.
"No no no ..he can't.."
She looks to the Sheriff before rushing over enveloping him in a tight hug.
He latches onto her tightly.
The ambulance driver approaches silently with a gurney.
They all sit silently trying to fully understand what happened before Melissa releases the Sheriff.
"We have to take him now John.."
He looks up, his eyes void and body drained, nodding.
She approaches Lydia cautiously,
"Lydia sweetie.."
Melissa sniffs wiping her cheeks,
"We have to take him. It isn't... it isn't proper."
Lydia clutches him close shaking her head lethargically.
Her voice cracks,
"No he can't be... it's not possible. "
Melissa places a hand on the girl's back,
"Lydia-"
"I said no!"
Melissa recoiled turning to the driver before nodding. The man walked over and Melissa stepped over to Scott whispering to him.
He nodded not meeting her gaze, but looking to Lydia with a sad expression.
Scott wiped a tear from his cheek before positioning himself behind Lydia.
He looks to his mother and she nods.
Scott reaches around her body pulling her from Stiles to him. Lydia shouts and tries to pull from his grip as the paramedic wheels the gurney next to Stiles' body.
She grabs at Scott's unyielding arms and releases a cry.
"No! Please!"
The man lifts Stiles placing him gently onto the gurney before wheeling him to the waiting ambulance.
"No!"
Scott's grip on her doesn't loosen,
"Lydia. ."
His voice calms her enough for her to grip his body tightly without fighting to escape.
The thud of the ambulance doors closing makes her jump slightly.
The man walks over,
"Melissa.. you riding to the hospital? "
She wipes her eyes sniffling,
"Uh.. no. No Keith go ahead. "
Keith nods before walking to the driver's side door. The engine hums to life and the ambulance drives away slowly, no lights. No sirens. Just silence.
Melissa moves to stand by Lydia with tears in her eyes,
"Come on.. come here."
The woman surrounds her in a warm hug as they walk to the vehicle. She opens the back door before sliding in with Lydia. The rest of the pack follow silently, Liam, Kira, and Malia climbing to the very back and Scott sliding in next to his mother and Lydia.
The sheriff slumps into the front seat his head in his hands. Deaton starts the engine pulling away from the Nemeton. The only sounds are occasional sniffs and the soft hum of the heating vents of the car.
They pull onto the main road leaving the preserve. They drive in silence for a few minutes before the lights of the town come into view.
The road curves up ahead as Deaton slows,
"What the-"
They all look forward to see the skid marks on the road and hear the sound of a siren.
They turn the bend and a wave of shock passes through the car.
The ambulance is on it's side, the window's shattered and siren stuck on.
Lydia's heart drops and she releases Melissa. Deaton barely has time to stop before they are all running from the car. The sheriff runs to the back and Melissa looks into the front cab through the cracked windshield.
Keith is on his side blood trickling from a head wound. What is really unsettling is the slash marks of claws across his chest.
The sheriff reappears from the back looking white as a ghost,
"Stiles..He's gone..The body's gone..."
I'm terrible I know! This is kinda short :/ but hope you still enjoyed it! Well...maybe enjoyed is the wrong word...? Leave me a review if you don't hate it too much(;