So here comes chapter two. I was always meaning to write a one shot but then it got a little bit longer so I decided to divide it in parts:)

I hope you'll enjoy reading this, guys!

Deaton filled the tub with cold water and ice just like times before. Lydia looked at it and shuddered at the memory of Stiles getting into that very tub and being there for 16 long hours. That was probably the longest 16 hours of her life. She was losing her mind all that time while he was basically dead in there. Now she wouldn't have to. She was taking the matter in her hands now. Today it was her who was willing to risk her life for his.

Scott helped her get into the ice cold water, which was actually mostly ice. She started trembling but it was more because of what task was in front of her than because of the freezing temperature of the water in the tub.

Scott said:

"Lydia… You know you don't have to do it. I can do it… You know Stiles would never allow it"

"I don't care. I just need to pull him out, okay? I know I can do it. You won't stop me, Stiles. No one will" replied Lydia feeling determined as never before.

By the look on her face Scott could tell that he couldn't talk her out of it and besides if this girl could save his best friend he wanted her to do it. But he just knew that Stiles would be very very mad at him for letting the girl he loves risk her life for his. At the same time though he could feel and see that she loved Stiles just as much as Stiles loved her. Well, it took her long enough, Scott thought.

"Just be careful. You promise?" Scott almost begged. He felt very much responsible for this girl while his best friend was out of it.

"I promise. I'll bring him back, Scott" she said before completely getting under the water.

"Stiles! Stiles!" Lydia screamed out when she found herself inside the walls of Beacon Hills High. Was Stiles here? She needed to find him, the sooner the better, because she was not sure how much time they had.

Not getting any response, she started walking along the school corridors, searching for him. In his dream, it was a usual school day, there were students everywhere. Suddenly it got dark and the students disappeared. Lydia stood in the dark school all alone and she couldn't help but be scared. Stiles was having nightmares after all. In a wobbly voice she called out again:

"Stiles? Stiles, where are you?"

Suddenly she heard a sound that seemed to be coming from an animal, maybe a wolf. She turned and saw something at the end of the corridor. It was definitely some animal. Lydia ran.

She ran and of course, the thing ran right after her, it was his nightmare after all but Lydia couldn't help be feel scared anyway.

"Stiles, why did you have to dream of this?" she said to herself as she was running and silently praying that she would get away from whatever was after her because she needed to find Stiles. She couldn't die here though, right?

But the animal was getting closer and closer and Lydia didn't notice how but in a second it was hovering over her. She screamed out, her body trembling, eyes closed. This can't be happening…

She let out another cry before suddenly hearing a painfully familiar voice.

"Get the hell away from her!"

Oh God, it was him. Her Stiles was here. Before she knew Stiles hit that thing with something and pulled her off the floor by the hand. Still scared and weeping from the shock, she jumped at him. She put her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. She's never hugged anyone so tight before but she was just so happy to see him when she could have almost lost him. She never wanted to let go.

"Oh my God, Stiles! I can't believe I've found you!" Lydia said, still having a dead grip on him, her tears falling on his shoulder.

"But it's not really you" she heard him say silently to himself as he was hugging her back with the same force. It just broke her heart.

"No no no no. Stiles, look at me. It's me!" she argued but when she looked into his eyes she could tell that he really didn't believe her. Her chest tightened.

"No, you're not real. You're not real. It's just a dream" he shook his head letting her go slowly.

Lydia wouldn't have any of that.

"Stiles, Stiles, just look at me! Look me in the eyes! I came to pull you out!" she cupped his lovely face and forced him to look at her. Maybe it was going to be harder than she thought.

"No, you're not. The real you would never hug me like that" he insisted.

His words hurt. Why did he think that? Though actually it was all her fault. She never told him how she really felt, never acted on her feelings in any way, not even a little bit. He just had no idea. What has she done?

"Stiles, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" she cried. "I never showed you how I really feel but I swear it's me, I am real. I gotta take you back, Stiles. You can't stay here much longer…" she could feel how her voice trembled as she said that.

"Then prove it" he said looking her right in the eyes.

Right. Right. She must have known she had it coming. It was typical Stiles. At least SHE knew it was her Stiles.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

"Do you remember how we first kissed?" she asked him, her heart beating fast.

"How could I ever forget?" he replied looking at her as if she was mad because he would never ever forget that day. It must have been the best day of his life.

"Then I should prove it is really me if I do that"

And she kissed him just like their first time. She felt butterflies in her stomach and saw fireworks and her heart beat so fast she thought it would jump out of her chest right there and then. At that moment Lydia Martin realized that she'd never really been in love before. Because this was it, that thing everybody kept talking about, that magical thing from fairy tales, it was it.

She didn't want to but she had to let go.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked, still feeling her heart beat wildly in her chest and looked at him. What if he still didn't believe her?

He didn't say anything just stared into her eyes for a moment and she thought she might die if the silence continued. Finally he opened his mouth and talked.

"Yes. Yes, Lydia. I believe you" he said, taking her hand in his and making her smile and grip his hand in return.

She closed her eyes and exhaled.

"Well, thank God" relief came over Lydia in waves.

"But now we need to go" she added.

"How? Lydia, I don't think we can get out. I mean I've tried…"

"Stiles, we can. I can get us out. But do you trust me?" she asked him looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes intensely.

"Of course!"

"Then Stiles, you gotta believe that I can do it, okay? Otherwise…"

"Otherwise what?" he asked, gripping her hand tighter, looking her in the eyes with a worried expression on his face. "Lydia… What have you done? How are you even here by the way?"

She could feel the pressure rising as he asked that question, he was getting angry with her but she couldn't let him know anything now because they didn't have any time on their hands. She knew though that he would get angry at her afterwards.

"We don't have time to talk about it right now. Stiles, do you believe I can do it or not?"

"I believe you can do anything. Even this" he answered, making her feel much lighter.

"Then hold me tight" she said, putting her arms around his torso, feeling his strong arms around her body, closing her eyes and willing them out of that place. Back to the real world…

I'll post the next chapter soon, I promise!:)