Hey, guys! So here's the last part of my story! I really hope you like it:)

I just finished season 5 so I guess I'm gonna write another fic soon because November is too far away and I need some distraction!

With a jolt, Lydia broke out of the freezing water, her heart beating violently as if it was going to beat its way out of her chest. The next thing she knew someone pulled her out.

"Stiles!" she called for him desperately as if her life depended on it. She turned her head and saw him on a nearby coach, awake but very confused. Very unsteady on her feet she made her way to his side.

"Stiles! Are you okay?" she touched his face with one hand and took his hand in her other one, looking into his eyes as if she could find all the answers there.

Stiles pulled himself to sit although everyone could see it took him great efforts.

"Yeah. I am… Don't worry. Lydia, what… what the hell did you…" he tried talking but still struggled with forming words. He seemed weak and very tired.

"Shhh, Stiles. Calm down… It's alright…" she tried to soothe him, putting a light kiss on his temple, her hand making circles on his back.

"What the hell did you think you were doing getting into that tub?" he continued, his voice much louder now. "And just what the hell were you thinking" he looked at the other two "letting her get into that tub full of ice?"

Stiles was getting more and more angry by each passing second but Scott knew they had it coming. It was unavoidable. Where Lydia was concerned Stiles got very protective, especially if Lydia's life was put at risk.

Suddenly, Lydia felt uneasy and her vision got all blurry. She felt hot and her heart seemed to be beating even faster than it was before. Was it supposed to be like that? She didn't know. She put one of her hands on her chest trying to make it stop. She heard Scott say:

"Stiles, look. She was the only one to do it and she wouldn't even listen about the risks…" Scott started speaking but Lydia didn't hear half of it. She was getting worse. She felt a sudden jolt of pain in her left side and gasped, her other hand going on top of the other, putting more pressure on her chest.

"The risks? You already knew and you still let her do it? Scott, I cannot believe it!" Stiles exclaimed.

"He's telling the truth. I personally tried to warn Lydia. No one forced her to do it. She wanted to. It was her choice" argued Deaton.

The pain got so bad she could feel drops of sweat on her face. She must have made a sound because of the sudden pain that stroke like a lightning through her because the attention of others was now on her.

When Stiles finally turned to Lydia after hearing her moan her face was pale and wet from sweat and she was squeezing her chest. He felt all the air leave his chest.

"Lydia! Lydia!" Lydia heard Stiles' panicked voice and his hands around her lifting her off the floor.

"Put her on the table!" screamed Deaton.

The pain got worse and worse which made Lydia give out a loud piercing cry. The pain has become excruciating and Lydia wasn't sure she could stop herself from screaming even louder and freaking out everyone.

"Hold her, Stiles! Hold her tight!"

Then she felt someone take her hands off her chest and grip them to her sides. She tried to struggle but felt too weak. She looked up and saw Stiles' kind chocolate brown eyes. Just seeing his eyes seemed to make it all better.

"Shhhh Lyds, you're gonna be fine, I promise" Stiles tried to soothe her but he was about to lose it too.

"Hold her in place!" ordered Deaton and she felt another pair of hands on her ankles. Scott's.

And then when she was very close to passing out she saw Deaton hold a syringe with a huge needle that was heading to her chest. Her eyes wide and a scared look on her face, she looked at Stiles again.

"No no no, please" she whimpered. She just hated needles and that one was huge.

"Shhhh it's gonna be okay, sweetheart" he whispered into her ear right before the needle flew into her chest and everything went blank.

Half conscious, Lydia could hear somebody talking nearby. It was hard to make out words at first but after a while the speech got more clear. She definitely recognized Stiles' angry voice.

"What happened to her?"

"She almost had a heart attack" answered Deaden, uneasiness in his voice. "She's been out for more than 10 hours trying to find you in there"

"She almost had a heart attack? She is seventeen years old! You should have never let her do it! Actually, you shouldn't have ever told her about it! You know how stubborn she is and you know that I would never ever let her do anything like that!"

She could tell Stiles was very mad and his voice seemed to get louder. Lydia was wide awake now but kept her eyes closed.

"How could you let her do that and hold her under for 10 freaking hours? Or how much time has she been there exactly?"

"It's been 12. Look, Stiles, she's stable now. I've made all the tests and checked her vitals, she'll be fine. You don't have to worry that much" started Deaton. "And believe me, when that girl came in here, her eyes full of fear and asked me to do something you can't blame me for giving her what she wanted. She said she would do anything to bring you back. That sounded pretty powerful to me"

Lydia held her breath. Was she so obvious? She must have been. The fear of losing him made her do all kinds of things.

Suddenly she felt the need to go to him, to tell him everything she should have said long ago. Years. It's been years. She didn't know how she could see him every day for all that time and never have the courage to tell him how she felt or how important he was to her or just admit it to herself for that matter. What a coward she's been. And she almost paid a price too high. She couldn't lose any more time, she had to say everything. Now was the time.

She tried to get out of bed. It was hard but she was still going through with it. She needed Stiles right now and he was too far away. Her head suddenly felt light, one wrong move and she fell off the bed. Perfect, just perfect, Lydia. She told herself. Now you can't even get out of bed on your own.

"Lydia!"

The sound of her fall brought everyone back to the room and in no time she felt his warm hands scrambling her off the cold floor. Taking advantage of the moment, she put her arms around his neck and held tight, and so did he, pressing her body tightly against his own. She got what she wanted even if she had to fall off the damn bed.

"Stiles?" she whispered.

"Sweetheart, you need to take it easy right now, okay? I'm gonna take you home" said Stiles, pressing his lips to her forehead. It felt heavenly. Feeling drained but comfortable in his arms, she closed her eyes for one second.

When she opened her eyes it was dark and he wasn't holding her anymore. Where was he? Did he leave? She didn't remember how she got here or where she was for that matter and Stiles wasn't here with her. She panicked and sat up, feeling her heart rate pick up speed, breathing heavily.

Her vision started adjusting and she almost recognized her room. Then she heard something in the corner of the room and gave out a little scream.

"Shhhh Lydia, it's okay, it's me" she heard his soft voice and saw him move quickly towards her. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back on the pillows.

"Shhh, you're safe. You didn't think I'd leave you alone after everything that's happened to you, right?" he said, gently stroking her hair and putting a kiss on her forehead. She was instantly calmed. She took his hand in hers.

"I thought you left. Why were you sitting in that chair? You should be in bed with me" she said, realizing how it really sounded only after she'd already said that.

"I mean, just lie down next to me, I don't mind"

At all, she thought.

He got under the sheets and she grabbed his hand and held it tight. She had to tell him everything.

"Stiles. We need to talk" she said, her voice serious.

"I know. Lydia, what you've done. It's unacceptable" he decided it was his chance to have a serious talk with her on how she continuously put her life at risk.

"Stiles. I am not going to talk about this. I've got a way more serious thing to… ehm, discuss" she interrupted. He was not going to use that time slot for his own ideas, she started first after all.

He tried to interrupt but she just sat up and pulled him with her. They couldn't talk when they were lying down.

"Stiles, please?" she begged, close to tears.

Stiles saw that she was getting upset and he could never handle that. Especially when she cried. He felt like he wanted to punish anyone responsible for her tears.

"Okay, Lydia. But it doesn't mean we're not talking about it later"

"Stiles, I'm sorry" she started. Stiles looked surprised because he didn't know what in hell she was talking about but let her continue.

"I've been a stupid idiot. And a coward. I kept denying what was in front of me this whole time and took it all for granted. I had all these feelings but they were new to me and I didn't know what was happening half the time. With time though I started getting suspicions but it got me so scared that I just… I just… kept pretending that it was nothing. And I regret every minute, every second of denial, of not having the courage to admit that I…"

"Lydia, you're not making any sense… Are you sick?" asked Stiles, taking her hands in his and looking both confused and worried.

"What? No! I'm not sick"

"Then what is it?"

That's it. She just had to say the words. As simple as that.

"Stiles, I love you!"

She didn't know when she started crying. Stiles was sitting in front of her not moving as if he was paralyzed and Lydia felt a great weight lift off her shoulders. There, she said it. She finally told him.

"I'm sorry that it took me so long to realize it. Because I have been in love with you for a long time now but I never actually allowed myself to even admit it. I swear I regret every damn second of it… Only when I found you in your bed and you weren't waking up… I felt so scared. I have never been so scared in my life, except maybe at that moment when you and Scott got almost blown away in that goddamned motel. Anyway. That was when it finally hit me and I just knew that I loved you. I love you, you stupid idiot" Lydia finally finished and looked at Stiles.

"I thought you said you were the idiot, huh?" he finally said smiling, brushing tears from her face, his other hand holding hers.

Maybe she was too late, she thought. What if he didn't love her anymore? Or maybe he never really did? She felt more tears fall down her face.

"Shhhh don't cry" he said, kissing her cheeks where the tears appeared and brushing her hair in a soothing way.

"I love you too, you stupid idiot" he finally said.

Her heart stopped beating. Those were the words she craved to hear. Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him. Stiles answered the kiss without hesitation, he's been waiting enough for this to happen and it finally did. He was kissing the girl he loved, his dream girl, so he put everything he had in that kiss and so did she.

Deepening the kiss, he put his hand of her waist and pulled her close to him. Lydia put her arms around his neck and moved even closer so that there was no more distance between them. There will never be any distance between them, she decided.

They lay in her bed and he held her close to him, putting occasional kisses in her hair and inhaling her scent. Thinking what if it was a dream too, Stiles couldn't help taking her hand and counting her fingers. There were five, thank God he wasn't dreaming.

"What are you doing?" Lydia suddenly asked, perplexed at what he just did.

"They say that in dreams you have six fingers, not five. You got five so that means I'm not dreaming…"

"Stiles… Why would you think it's not real?" she felt the same as when he said that she wasn't real when she went into his dream to get him. She took his hand and entwined their fingers for comfort.

"Because… Lydia, I've had those dreams… where you were with me but then I woke up and you weren't there"

She put her hand on his check, caressing it and thinking that she'll make up for this, for everything. Maybe she's been a fool and she hurt him but it's all changed now.

"Well, now you should get used to the fact that it's real now. We are real"

She looked at his cute face and smiled. She has never felt so blissfully happy before. The feeling was new and amazing.

Suddenly Lydia remembered something important that she'd forgot.

"Stiles!"

"What is it?" feeling nervous, he moved closer to look into her eyes and squeezed her hand that was still in his.

"Can you sleep? I mean… Will you wake up if you do?" she asked and felt fear come back. How could she forget? She grabbed on his shirt and held it tight in order to keep it together.

"Yes. Don't worry" he said but saw that she was starting to shake "Look at me Lydia, look at me. You broke the bond between the dream and reality. The door's closed now"

Lydia closed her eyes and finally took that breath she's been holding.

"So you're gonna be fine now? And you can sleep?"

"Yeah. Yes, thanks to you" he said and then suddenly her arms were around his body holding him tight and thanking all the gods that he was okay because that was all she wanted. She felt his arms pulling her even closer and she hid her face in the crook of his neck, a huge smile on her face.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you, Stiles"

"I know the feeling, you know. So you better not put yourself in danger anymore, Lyds"

"Because you would literally go out of your freaking mind?" she said remembering him say it to her once.

"Yeah, Lyds. I definitely would"

Stydia is endgame, hehehe ;)