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Author's Note: We finally made it to the end of Teen Wolf Season 2! This is an extra long chapter and A LOT happens! Just an fyi, I'm going to take a week or two off of posting after this, just to make sure that I stay ahead and really focus on writing instead of editing. Please review and let me know what you think!
CHAPTER 10
Lyanna sat on the plane back to Beacon Hills, looking morosely into the puffy clouds underneath the plane. After their failed attempt to kill Klaus, she booked the first flight back, wanting to see her friends before she was inevitably killed by the original hybrid. As the plane began its descent to the airstrip, she thought back to the last few hours she spent in Mystic Falls.
Lyanna put her toiletries bag in her suitcase and zipped it up, hauling it off of her bed and moving for the door, stopping short when she saw Damon.
"Leaving so soon?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah well, I'd like to see my friends one last time. Klaus is going to come for me eventually," Lyanna muttered. She moved to leave and he stepped in front of her.
"What?" she asked sharply.
"I didn't say goodbye when you left the first time. I'm not making that mistake this time," Damon replied. Lyanna just looked at him warily.
"Thank you. For all of your help. I want you to know that I'm happy for you. You found people who can give you what you need and I will do my best to make sure that Klaus doesn't come after you. I'm sorry," Damon said.
Lyanna said nothing as he stepped forward, towards her, wrapping his hand gently around her shoulder and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes at the movement, opening them when she felt a light breeze to find Damon gone. She stood there for a moment, trying to sort through her feelings, before moving for the stairs. Elena met her there and hugged her gently. The girl had clearly been crying all night, but Lyanna said nothing about her red eyes. Stefan pulled her in for a hug as well, which was surprising. He hesitated as he pulled back and Lyanna looked at him in confusion.
"There's...something you should know," Stefan said quietly, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at Elena.
"Damon didn't want to tell you. He figured you'd never know since he left you anyways…" Elena started to explain.
"What's going on?" she asked, interrupting them.
"It's about your brother…" Stefan started before explaining his death.
Lyanna had cried for most of the flight, getting strange looks from people around her. Eventually she ran out of tears and just sat there numbly, having only one thought. She needed Stiles. When the plane landed, it was early afternoon. Nobody knew that she had come home yet, since she was supposed to be getting in tomorrow. Lyanna walked into her empty home, having taken a cab home, wondering how she could possibly get anything in order now that her brother was gone. She would need to get a job in order to pay for groceries and the house. She might even have to drop out of school. Lyanna's limbs felt heavy and just as she was about to collapse in front of the cold fireplace, there was a knock on her door. She froze, wondering if perhaps Klaus had finally come for her. When she glanced out the window next to her door, she saw a man dressed in a suit, glancing at his watch on his left wrist impatiently.
She cautiously opened the door and the man plastered a cheery smile on his face.
"Well hello there! My name is Mr. Bloomington and I'm here to help you with your inherited estate," the man said happily.
"Excuse me?" Lyanna said dully.
"Well when Mr. Salvatore stopped by my office and told me your story, I was happy to help and flew here immediately from my Virginia office with paperwork. Now, you have a very sizable trust as well as ownership of this house to settle, so we'll need to get started immediately," the man said while moving past her and into the house. She closed the door and followed after the man with a frown. Her phone buzzed and Lyanna pulled it out in a daze.
Don't say I never did anything for you.
Damon had texted her. Her eyes hardened and she sent back a text immediately.
I didn't ask for your help and I don't want it.
Damon responded immediately.
I know it won't make a difference, but consider this my apology.
"Ms. Harmon? We really should get started," Mr. Bloomington called from the living room, having already sat down and started laying papers out on the coffee table.
Lyanna spent the rest of the afternoon signing papers until the house was under her name and she had access to the family trust. She had been relieved to know that there was plenty of money to hold her over for several years until she was able to get a job. By the time it was over, the sky was dark and Lyanna was exhausted. The only thing stopping her from collapsing in her bed upstairs was the fact that there was a lacrosse game happening in twenty minutes and she wanted to be there. She ran upstairs and took a shower, feeling infinitely safer now that the house was under her name. She dried her hair and put on her usual heeled boots, heading out the door.
She drove silently to the game, lost in fond memories of her and her brother and wondering what he was thinking when he joined Klaus. When she pulled up to the school, the field was still empty so Lyanna assumed the teams were running late. She jogged over to the locker room and saw the boys all huddled around Coach, who was giving a loud speech. She slowed her place and walked as quietly as she could, which was difficult considering her shoe choice.
"We are fighting for our right to live! To exist!"
"Is this-"
"Yeah it's the speech to Independence Day," she heard Stiles say. A smile immediately found Lyanna's face at his familiar voice and she moved faster up to the boy, tapping his shoulder silently.
Stiles turned, as did the woman next to him, and he looked down to see Lyanna beaming at him, her green eyes lighting up for the first time in a week.
"Lye! What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," Stiles said loudly before sweeping the small girl into a hug, lifting her off the ground for a moment before bringing her back down. Lyanna gave a short laugh before wrapping her arms around him, ignoring the uncomfortable padding around his shoulders.
Coach called Stiles' name and he turned back around and threw out an unapologetic 'sorry' before Coach continued his speech.
"I came back early. Really, I shouldn't have ever gone back," she whispered to Stiles.
"What happened? Is everything okay?"
Lyanna opened her mouth to tell him she would explain everything later, but was interrupted by loud cheers. She mustered up a smile and patted Stiles on the arm.
"Good luck," she said simply.
"Please, I probably won't even be playing," Stiles said with an eye roll.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?" a voice said from behind her and Lyanna turned to see Scott and Isaac. She froze at Isaac's blue eyes watching her warily, but smiled and accepted a hug from Scott anyways.
"Uh yeah, I came back early. Didn't want to miss the big match," she said with mildly sarcastic enthusiasm in her voice.
"Well you should sit with my mom. Mom, this is Lyanna," Scott said, gesturing to the woman from earlier. She was beautiful with kind brown eyes and curly hair.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Lyanna said kindly.
"It's nice to finally meet you. Scott and Stiles have told me so much," Mrs. McCall said before they moved towards the bleachers. Lyanna threw one last look over her shoulder at the boys before joining Mrs. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski in the stands. It was a bit awkward sitting with them, but Lyanna tried her best not to show it. Just before the game started, she saw Coach shove Stiles onto the field.
"Why's my son running onto the field?" Lyanna heard the sheriff mutter and she smirked.
"Because he's on the team?" Mrs. McCall said questioningly.
"He is. He's on the team. He's on the field...My son's on the field!"
She looked at the man in amusement and turned to find Stiles shaking his head at his dad, who had stood and pumped his fists in the air in celebration. He sat back down quickly and the game began.
The game was brutal, and Stiles was hit almost immediately at the beginning of the game. A few minutes later, he tried to catch a pass and the ball hit him square in the helmet, causing Lyanna to almost fall off the bleacher with silent laughter. Who knew lacrosse could be so entertaining?
She noticed a commotion on the side of the field. Scott got up from the bench only for Coach to stop him. A moment later, she noticed Isaac step up to Scott and have a conversation in hushed tones before he jogged onto the field.
Something's going on, Lyanna thought immediately and she leaned forward and watched the game more closely.
The boys on the field all lowered to start the next round and Lyanna spotted Isaac watching Jackson, even throwing him a wink. When the whistle blew, instead of going for the other team, Issac slammed his shoulder into a player from his own team, causing the crowd to groan.
"Ramirez! You're in," she heard Coach shout in annoyance.
Isaac slammed into another player, causing him to head to the sidelines.
"Lahey, what's your problem?" Coach shouted and all Isaac could do in response was shrug apologetically. Lyanna gave a snort at this while sitting back and watching Isaac work his way through his teammates.
Suddenly there was a huge crash and Lyanna winced, she could almost hear bones snap. She saw Isaac go down and stood without thinking. Scott hurried over to him and they spoke in hushed tones again before Scott glanced back towards the bleachers, making contact with an old man near the front. Lyanna moved as quickly as she could towards him, ignoring the questioning gaze of the parents behind her.
"...You better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns," the old man muttered, knowing Scott would be able to hear him. Suddenly a helmet was tossed at Scott and he was put in the game. The game continued its brutal dance, both Stiles and Scott getting knocked to the ground several times. Lyanna tried not to worry about the two of them on the field as she sat down behind the old man to listen to his quiet monologue to Scott, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Don't you know what you're really bargaining for Scott? Haven't you guessed what the real offer on the table is?"
There was another crash on the field, but Lyanna was barely paying attention, too focused on the man in front of her.
"It's Allison. It's always been Allison," the man said while getting up and moving away from the bleachers. Lyanna stood a moment later and moved towards the field. She made brief eye contact with Scott and nodded at him meaningfully. He needed to focus on whatever was happening on the field. She could handle this. That was all the direction she needed before she followed the old man towards the locker rooms.
The moment she heard the stretcher that Isaac had been on clatter to the ground, she took her shoes off, moving on the tiled floor silently. She turned the corner slowly, peaking around to see two young men with the old one. He slowly unsheathed the biggest sword Lyanna had ever seen and her eyes widened. Isaac was trying to crawl away from them, his body paralyzed from the waist down. He must've gotten nicked by Jackson on the field.
"It was a good effort, Isaac. It really was," the old man said amusedly while Lyanna moved closer, grabbing a lacrosse stick that leaned against a nearby bench.
"It would be so much more poetic if it were halftime," the man continued before swinging his sword high into the air. Lyanna took this moment to slam the lacrosse stick into one of the men near the back, giving a satisfied smirk when he collapsed to the ground. Everyone turned to find her standing there casually, barefoot and holding the lacrosse stick like a lightsaber.
"Hello boys," Lyanna said before she was on the move.
She spun quickly out of the way of the other man's fist as it swung towards her, grabbing his wrist and flipping him over her shoulder quickly. The first man had gotten back up and came at her, but she ducked out of the way, swiping the lacrosse stick at his ankles and knocking him back onto the floor, his head slamming into the tile. In the chaos of the moment, the old man had left the room, but Lyanna didn't care. She moved to Isaac, helping him stand and lean against the wall.
"What the hell is going on?" she asked quickly as she wrapped a hand around his shoulder and pulled him along, looking back briefly to check that the other hunters were still on the ground.
"Werewolf hunters, they're the worst," Isaac muttered, groaning as the feeling slowly returned to his feet.
"Yeah, obviously. Who was that guy?"
"Gerard, Allison's grandfather. He's like their ringleader. They're after Derek for some reason," Isaac explained.
They hobbled along in silence after that until they made it back to the lacrosse field just in time to see Stiles score a goal. Everyone was on their feet screaming and Lyanna laughed, abandoning Isaac next to the bleachers to run forward and cheer as loudly as she could.
Stiles turned, a huge smile on his face, and looked around for her. After a moment, their eyes locked and Stiles felt his face turn red upon seeing the smile on Lyanna's face as she cheered for him. They couldn't take their eyes off each other…That is until the field lights shut off with a bang and there was complete darkness.
Multiple people screamed and then the lights were back on a minute later. Barely any time had passed, but Lyanna saw everyone gathered around a fallen player. She turned to Isaac and they ran to the crowd immediately, stopping short when they saw who was on the ground. Jackson.
"He did it to himself?" Isaac asked Scott quietly.
Lyanna watched in horror as Mrs. McCall started CPR, not understanding why this was happening.
"Where's Stiles? Where's my son?" Lyanna heard a quiet voice ask from behind her. She turned, seeing the sheriff looking around for his son. She moved to look for him too, shouting his name several times. She felt her chest tighten when she realized he was nowhere to be found.
Lyanna did a once around the school before meeting the boys in the locker room. She watched as Scott pried the door off of Stiles' locker and grabbed a t-shirt from the bottom of it.
"Can you do a locator spell?" Scott asked and she nodded, grabbing the t-shirt from him.
"A what now?" Isaac asked, following them towards the door.
Before Lyanna could respond, Derek swooped into the locker room.
"We need to talk."
"We need to find Stiles," she snapped back.
"Stiles can wait," another voice added from the corner of the room and Lyanna glanced over to find a man leaning against the doorway.
"What the hell is this?" Scoot asked in surprise.
"Yeah better yet, who the hell is this?" Lyanna added and Isaac snorted at her.
"Peter," Scott whispered to her and she tensed at the name.
"You know, I was wondering the same thing as you when I heard your little conversation with Gerard at the Sheriff's station," Derek said pointedly.
"Okay, hold on. He was threatening to kill my mom, and I needed to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?" Scott explained.
"What happened at the Sheriff's station?" Lyanna whispered to Isaac. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped to listen to the conversation again.
"I'm going to have to side with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mother? Gorgeous," Peter said sarcastically.
"You're disgusting," Lyanna said with a sneer.
"Just an observation," Peter added.
"Sorry, who's Peter?" Isaac chimed in.
"Derek's uncle. A little while back, he tried to kill all of us so we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat," Scott explained.
"Good to know," Isaac replied.
"How is he alive?" Scott asked Derek.
"Long story. Wolfsbane, full moon, it's a whole thing," Peter said casually.
"The short version is he knows how to stop Jackson, and maybe how to save him," Derek said.
"Except Jackson's dead and all you're really doing is wasting our time," Lyanna said in irritation.
"If Jackson's dead, there's no way it just happened. Gerard wanted it to happen," Peter said.
"Well obviously, he's in control of the kanima," Lyanna said with an eye roll.
"Okay, who's she?" Peter asked in annoyance.
"That's Lyanna, the witch," Derek said.
"Okay, well the most important thing right now is finding Stiles. I need to do a locator spell," she said while turning to look at Scott.
"What else do you need for that?" he asked immediately.
"A map and some candles. I've got the candles in my car," Lyanna replied.
"Isaac, you get the map. I'll go with Derek and Peter to see Jackson."
She nodded at the plan, agreeing to meet at her car with Isaac before turning back to Stiles' locker and finding his car keys, dropping the smelly t-shirt back in his locker with a grimace. She ran back to her car, grabbed her candles and started setting them up on the hood of her car. Isaac was there a moment later with a map of Beacon Hills and Lyanna grabbed it from him without a word. She smoothed the corners underneath the worn candles before lighting them with her mind.
"Woah," Isaac said, taking a cautious step back. She ignored him and gripped Stiles' keys in her hand, closing her eyes and reaching out her mind to him.
Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem, she repeated over and over again.
A moment later, Lyanna opened her eyes in confusion and stared at the map in front of her.
"Well? Where is he?" Isaac asked from behind her.
"He's...at home," she said surprisingly.
Lyanna rushed up the front stairs to Stiles' house, banging on the door until someone picked up. The door opened and Stiles stood in front of her, his face bruised and his lip split open.
"Hey, sorry I should've texted…"
"Yeah you should have," she said curtly before grabbing him in a hug. He grunted in pain, but hugged her back tiredly and she pulled back quickly, running her fingers over the bruise on his cheek.
"Gerard?" she asked. He just nodded.
"He's dead," Lyanna said coldly before pulling him into the house and moving up to his room.
"Tell me what happened," she ordered while moving to sit on the bed cross-legged. He sat down in front of her and explained what happened yesterday at the Sheriff's station with Matt, how he's dead and Gerard controls Jackson now.
He asked about what happened in Mystic Falls and Lyanna sighed heavily before dropping her head in her hands.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Stiles said, scooting closer to her.
"We couldn't do it. He's still alive," she muttered.
"What? Who? Who's still alive?"
"Klaus. Klaus is still alive and I'm almost positive his next move is gonna be to come here," Lyanna explained worriedly.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay. We'll deal with it when he comes. You aren't going anywhere, we'll protect you," Stiles said softly.
"You don't get it Stiles. There's no stopping him now. He's a vampire werewolf hybrid, nothing can kill him. Literally nothing" Lyanna said.
"Well then, we'll run," Stiles said quickly.
There was a knock on the door and Stiles rolled his eyes.
"I said I'm fine dad-"
They both turned to find Lydia standing in the doorway, clearly uncomfortable.
"Hi. Your father let me in. What happened to your..." Lydia started saying.
"Oh nothing, don't worry about it. I'm fine, totally fine. How are you?" Stiles asked quickly and Lyanna shot him a look that he ignored.
"They won't let me see him. I was supposed to give him something. He kept asking for it back," Lydis explained shakily. Lyanna and Stiles slowly got up from the bed, coming closer to the girl as she opened her hand to reveal a house key.
Lyanna shot Stiles a concerned glance before gently coaxing Lydia to the bed and pulling out some tissues from her bag.
"Thank you. God, I'm such a mess," Lydia said while dabbing at her eyes.
"Trust me, that's not possible for you. It's extremely annoying," Lyanna replied with raised brows and Lydia shot her a confused but grateful look. There was a buzz from Stiles' phone and Lydia glanced at it.
"You have 17 missed messages from Scott," the girl said.
"I know," Stiles replied.
"Are you ignoring him?" Lydia asked.
"No, not really," Stiles said, leaving it at that. They sat in silence for another moment before Stiles' phone buzzed again.
Lydia rolled her eyes and snatched his phone from the desk. Lyanna and Stiles moved to stop her but she was quick and read the texts.
"I think you're going to want to read this," Lydia droned before handing the phone to Stiles. Lyanna moved over to his side and read over his shoulder.
Jackson was supposedly transforming into something worse than he already was.
"Crap," she muttered before throwing stuff into her bag and getting ready to leave.
"What's going on?" Lydia asked.
"How much do you even know about this?" Stiles responded with.
"Just...pieces. Half of it's like a dream," Lydia said quietly.
"Yeah, well guess what? The other half's a nightmare," Stiles said sharply.
"I don't care. I can help him," Lydia said determinedly.
"No, you can't get hurt-"
"Stiles. Don't you think it's about time that she gets a chance to decide whether she wants to risk her life or not?" Lyanna interrupted. Stiles opened his mouth to respond before stopping and looking at Lydia carefully. She just looked back at him desperately. Finally, he nodded.
"Okay fine, but we gotta move now. Come on," Stiles said before heading out the door.
"You guys go ahead. I need to stop at my place. You go meet Peter and I'll meet you at the warehouse," Lyanna suggested before hopping in the driver's seat of her car.
Lyanna ran into her house when she got there, grabbing a talisman to strengthen her power and switching out her shoes for something more practical. She paused before walking back out the door, her eyes moving to the small vial sitting on her bookshelf. She moved closer to it and held it in her hand, wondering if she should take it with her. It couldn't hurt, so Lyanna stashed the vial in her bag before running back out to her car. She threw it into reverse and sped over to the warehouse from the rave.
She found Derek and Scott immediately, a body bag sitting on the ground between them. Isaac and Allison's dad stood nearby as well.
"Hey, Lydia and Stiles went to get Peter. They should be here soon," she explained while running up to them.
Derek said nothing, bending to unzip the bag that Jackson was in.
"Okay, hold on a sec. You said you knew how to save him," Scott said in protest.
"We're past that," Derek said.
"What about Lydia-"
"Think about it, Scott. Gerard controls him now, he's made Jackson into his own personal guard dog. And he put all this in motion so that Jackson could become bigger and more powerful," Derek explained.
"But that doesn't mean that he deserves to die. Since when did you become judge, jury, and executioner?" Lyanna asked Derek, who glared at her.
"He wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, then he's turning rabid. My father wouldn't let a rabid dog live," Allison's dad said from behind them.
"Of course not," Lyanna heard a disembodied voice say to the right.
They all turned and watched Gerard step out of the shadows.
"Something that dangerous, that out of control… Is better off dead," Gerard said carefully.
There was a ripping sound to her right and Lyanna turned quickly to find Derek being lifted off the ground by Jackson, claws protruding from his chest. Derek roared in pain as his face changed to that of a wolf and blood ran from his mouth. Jackson threw Derek's body across the warehouse and Lyanna watched as he slammed into a nearby pillar.
"Shit," she muttered, scrambling out of the way and towards Scott.
"Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize you were also bringing Derek to me," Gerard explained.
Two arrows soared from behind Gerard and landed in Isaac's body, causing him to collapse to the ground. Lyanna hurried over to him, pulling out the arrow protruding from his thigh and trying to ignore the way her stomach rolled at the slick blood pouring out.
"Are you okay?" she breathed and he nodded, yanking out the arrow in his abdomen.
"It's Allison," he managed to say with pain in his voice. Lyanna turned to see Allison slip back into the shadows and her eyes narrowed. She turned back to Isaac and hoisted him to his feet as Allison's dad unloaded a clip into the kanima. Nothing could slow it down as the kanima knocked Argent across the room. Lyanna looked at Isaac again, but saw that he had transformed. She let go of him and he stepped forward along with Scott and Derek and they circled the kanima. Just as Isaac charged forward, Allison stepped in front of him. With precise speed, she slashed the front of Isaac several times with a ring knife. She moved to stab him.
"Motus," Lyanna shouted and Allison went flying backwards. She recovered quickly and glared at Lyanna, moving towards her.
"You don't want to do this, Allison," Lyanna said calmly while ducking a slice to her head and kicking out Allison's left leg. She grunted at the impact but recovered and turned again. Lyanna dodged attack after attack before grabbing Allison's wrist when she came for another attack to the face, slamming the ring knife out of her hand and landing a kick to her abdomen.
"Stop," Lyanna said firmly, but Allison just came at her again. Lyanna went for her shins again and Allison dropped to one knee. Lyanna grabbed her arm and held her there.
"You're on the wrong side of things, Allison. Remember that," Lyanna practically shouted before slamming her hand down on her forearm, hearing a crunch as bone broke. Allison screamed in pain and Lyanna pushed away from her as she held her broken wrist close to her body. Lyanna confirmed that she was done and turned to help with the kanima without a second thought. For a second, she thought she heard the screeching of tires and hoped that it wasn't Stiles. She didn't want him to be involved in the chaos. Before she could take another step, there was a thunking sound and Lyanna felt a sudden sharp pain in her lower back. She felt blood drip down her backside and collapsed to her knees, gasping in surprise. She was vaguely aware of someone shouting her name when she turned as much as she could and saw the ring knife from earlier sunk into the lower right side of her back. Lyanna looked at the girl in surprise, shocked tears welling in her eyes, but Allison was distracted by the scene to their left.
Lyanna, in a daze, followed her gaze to see Derek bite down on the forearm of Gerard before she collapsed onto the concrete floor. Almost like everything was happening in slow-mo, Lyanna saw Isaac run up to her and freeze, seeing all of the blood pooling around her body. He dropped to his knees and touched the knife stuck in her back, but knew not to pull it out. Behind him, black blood began to drip from Gerard's mouth and he glanced down, touching it in confusion. He yanked a silver pill box from his pocket, emptying the contents onto the floor and collapsing to his knees as black blood began to pour from every part of his body. Then he was shouting.
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
Lyanna's vision began to get fuzzy and she could vaguely hear Isaac shouting for help desperately. She had always wondered what it would be like to die. It was cold and disorienting, like her body was being dragged through ice-cold water.
"Hold on Lye! Please, don't close your eyes, just hold on!"
Suddenly there was a loud screech, then a bang. The kanima went flying and Lyanna could almost hear the sound of a familiar voice as Lydia scrambled out of the jeep and moved towards the kanima.
She felt a pair of arms around her and mustered enough energy to move her head and meet Stiles' eyes. He was crying and whispering something over and over again. Lyanna's name.
"Stiles," she whispered before closing her eyes.
"Hey come on, don't do that. We're gonna get you to the hospital okay? You're going to be just fine," Stiles said quickly.
"My bag…" she whispered to him.
"Your bag? What about your bag?" he asked.
"Vampire blood… Take out the knife...get my bag," Lyanna muttered before passing out.
Stiles handed Lyanna off to Isaac, scrambling for her car. He found the worn leather bag in the passenger seat and tore it open. There was a small vial in the front pocket with a dark liquid. He grabbed it and ran back.
"Get that thing out," Stiles commanded Isaac.
Isaac pulled out the knife and Lyanna cried out as she woke up from the pain and gripped Stiles' hand. He uncorked the bottle and only after a moment's hesitation, he tipped her head forward and gave her the blood. Allison ran up at this point, her eyes filled with tears when she realized what she'd done.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought she healed like the rest of you, I'm so sorry," she sobbed as Lyanna closed her eyes and her breathing slowed. Stiles just watched her, worried that she had stopped breathing. It was a tense moment as everyone watched, barely aware of the transformation happening behind them with Jackson and Lydia.
Suddenly, Lyanna gasped and sat straight up, coughing and clinging to whoever's hand was in her own. A fresh wave of tears started as she realized she was alive and she looked around quickly to see her friends around her. She sighed in relief before she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Scott moved to help her up, stopping when they heard a sound behind them. They all turn to see Jackson rising from the ground, claws protruding from his fingers. When he turned to them, he was completely naked and his eyes were glowing blue.
"Dear lord," Lyanna muttered while averting her eyes, choosing instead to look up at Stiles with a relieved smile. He smiled at her after glaring at Jackson.
"What?" Lyanna asked him.
"He scratched my jeep," Stiles muttered and she just laughed.
"Lyanna, I-"
"No," she said harshly, cutting off whatever apology was forming in Allison's mouth.
"But I-"
"Did you not hear me? You almost killed me," Lyanna started while struggling to her feet. Stiles helped her, keeping a careful arm around her waist.
"I would've been dead. And for what? Because your grandfather wanted a shortcut from cancer? Because your mom died and you're upset, so you take it out on everyone else? Screw you. I don't want your apology. I want you to leave me alone," Lyanna said coldly at the girl before hobbling over to her car and collapsing against it.
"Let me drive you home," Stiles started.
"No, don't worry about it. I'm fine, really," Lyanna said while pushing her messy hair into a ponytail.
"No you're not fine. You almost died," Stiles argued.
"Yeah I did. And I need some time to process that. Alone."
Stiles saw the hard look in her green eyes and took a step back.
"I'm sorry. That came out all wrong. I just… I need to go home and change, take a shower. Can- Can I come over later? Or maybe in the morning?"
Stiles' eyes softened at that and he nodded, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze.
"Thank you," Lyanna said before getting in her car.
After spending a long time in the shower scrubbing the blood off of her body, she climbed into bed and fell asleep. Despite what she said to Stiles, she ended up sleeping well into the afternoon the next day, having not gotten more than a couple of hours over the last few days. Stiles understood and gave her the space she needed. That night, he walked over to the lacrosse field with Scott.
"You really think she's going to come back to you?" he asked Scott, referring to Allison.
"I know she is. What about you? Things seem kind of serious with Lye," Scott replied.
"I don't know. She's got a lot of stuff going on and I wanna give her the space she needs to figure it all out," Stiles replied while grabbing his lacrosse stick.
"Dude. I've seen the way you look at her," Scott said and Stiles looked up from his lacrosse stick in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.
"I mean, when you thought she was dead, you were devastated. When you don't think anyone is watching, you look at her like she's the sun. You love her," Scott said with a shrug, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Stiles froze for a moment and thought about that.
"I love her? …. I love her!" he practically shouted, a big dopey grin on his face. Scott laughed at his friend before clapping him on the shoulder. Stiles frowned again after a moment, tossing his stick down and straightening out his flannel shirt.
"I um, I've gotta go. Will you be okay?" Stiles said, scrambling to find his keys.
"Yeah man, go!"
Scott laughed at his friend as he tripped into his jeep, pulling away quickly, no doubt going to find Lyanna.
Stiles went to her house, banging on the door for several minutes. When there was no answer, he got back in his car and wondered where she might be. He texted her, but she didn't respond. Then he scrolled through their previous texts, seeing that she had mentioned getting a gig while she had still been in Mystic Falls. She was supposed to be at the coffee shop down the street tonight. He switched his jeep into reverse and headed there, sighing in relief when he spotted her car in the parking lot. He fumbled for his keys before getting out and walking into the shop. She was about halfway through her set, sitting at a piano that had been shoved into the back corner of the coffee shop. She seemed better. The color had definitely returned to her face. Stiles moved closer as she started her next song, not recognizing it.
You don't know, but that's okay
You might find me anyway
Don't you know that I belong arm in arm with you, baby?
In a town that's cold and gray
We will have a sunny day
Don't you know that I belong arm in arm with you, baby?
Baby
I do not know where does it go when it goes
Suddenly, though, everything's slow and I miss you so
'Round each corner there's a chance
People searchin' glance to glance
Movin' 'bout real fast like insects and fish when they're scared
And they sing the same old song
Though it's been so very long
They sing, "Raindrops fallin' on my head", but that doesn't mean that I am dead
The room was dark and smelled like the old pages of a book and hot coffee. Lyanna had thought about canceling the gig, but she was glad she didn't. A soothing feeling had washed over her the second she had stepped up to the piano and started playing. Around her were conversations from beautifully ordinary people with beautifully ordinary lives. She wished that she could have that. As she played the outro to her song, she thought of what it would be like to settle down in a quiet town, sitting at coffee shops and falling asleep on a plaid bedspread every night. She thought of warm brown eyes and walking hand-in-hand under the stars on a cold night. Her hands finally stilled and she glanced up to see the person she had been thinking about.
Stiles.
He watched as she finally saw him and a serene smile fell into place. He moved forward to take a seat at the table directly in front of her when her face stilled and her eyes locked on something behind him. Stiles turned and saw a man standing by the front door, watching Lyanna sharply. He had light brown hair and dark eyes, Stiles didn't recognize him. He looked back over at Lyanna and found her staring down at her hands on the piano keys, lost in thought.
She started her next song, changing it at the last minute.
Take me to the rooftop
I wanna see the world when I stop breathing
Turning blue
Tell me, love is endless, don't be so pretentious
Leave me, like you do (like you do)
This was completely different from the love song she had been singing before. Stiles wondered what was going on as he glanced back to find that man gone now.
If you need me
Wanna see me
Better hurry
'Cause I'm leaving soon
Sorry, can't save me now
Sorry, I don't know how
Sorry, there's no way out (sorry)
But down, mm down
He turned back as Lyanna sang the last verse of her song, grabbing his eyes with hers and trying to convey her message as clearly as possible.
Call my friends and tell
Them that I love them
And I'll miss them
But I'm not sorry
What was going on? Why was she looking at him so intently?
Call my friends and tell them that I love them
And I'll miss them
Sorry
Lyanna finished her song and said nothing as there was light applause. She moved quietly to the side door and grabbed her jacket, avoiding Stiles as she stumbled out of the coffeeshop. She heard a whooshing sound and turned to find Stefan Salvatore behind her, eyes forlorn and hands hidden in the pockets of his jacket. They stared at each other for a moment.
"So I'm assuming Klaus sent you?" she asked.
"How do you know?" Stefan asked back.
"I may or may not have gotten a text from Elena. She's worried about you," Lyanna explained.
"She has nothing to worry about," Stefan called back.
"I can tell when you're out of control, Stefan. You get this dark look in your eyes. I see it now," she said solemnly. He said nothing back, just took a step closer to her.
"Who'd he threaten?" Lyanna asked, not bothering to take a step back in response.
"Damon," was all he said and she nodded in understanding.
She sucked in a deep breath, not noticing someone coming down the alley behind Stefan.
"Well do me a favor, will you? Don't feed on me. I know you have a thing with heads and I'd like to die with some dignity. Cool?" she asked.
Stefan just nodded, moving closer to her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he stopped a few inches from her.
"I know," Lyanna whispered back. Well, at least she had dodged death for one night.
"Lye?" a quiet voice said from the shadows. Lyanna turned and looked at Stiles in shock. She threw up a barrier at once with her powers and Stiles slammed into it, unable to move closer.
"What the hell? Lye, what's going on?" Stiles began to shout, banging on the invisible barrier in front of him.
This wasn't right, she thought. He wasn't supposed to be here. He shouldn't have to see this.
"I'm sorry, Stiles. I'm so sorry," Lyanna said, tears welling up in her eyes. In a flash, Stefan wrapped his strong arms around her neck, snapping it and silencing anything else that she might've said. Stiles watched in horror as the man jumped up onto the top of the building and disappeared in a flash. He ran to Lyanna immediately, the barrier having disappeared when her neck was snapped. For the second time in 48 hours, Stiles was cradling Lyanna in his arms and crying. He scrambled to grab his phone from his pocket, dialing Scott's number with shaky hands.
"Hey, what's up?" Scott's voice sounded on the other end.
"Scott… It- It's Lyanna… She's dead," Stiles choked out before dropping his phone and hugging her body to his. He didn't know how long he sat there, a dead girl in his arms. There was the sound of a car and footsteps, then Scott was kneeling in front of him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He grabbed Lyanna's wrist and checked for a pulse, growing somber when there wasn't one. He stood and looked at the boy crying in front of him, before getting out his phone and calling his mom. Just as he was about to hang up though, he noticed something. With his enhanced hearing, he heard a quiet breath.
"Mom...hang on a sec," Scott said before turning towards Stiles and Lyanna. He watched her body carefully, wondering where that breath had come from. He heard it again and this time he saw her finger twitch.
"Uh...Stiles?"
Before Stiles could respond, Lyanna sat up with a gasp.
"Lye?" Stiles practically shouted as he scrambled to his feet, backing away quickly. The boys watched as Lyanna felt around her neck, looking down at her body in confusion.
"What the hell?" Scott said.
"Lye? What's going on?" Stiles asked, taking a step closer.
The girl held her hands out in front of her in awe for a moment, before looking up at the brown-haired boy.
"I think… I think I'm in transition."