Soo I forgot to post my newest Scydia on here, but I did put it on AO3 which I will provide a link to soon. This takes place during Riddled.
Summary:
Lydia is hearing more things than usual and she can't handle them alone
Notes:
first and foremost I apologize for the spelling and grammatical errors, i my laptop doesnt have microsoft word or any word program yet so this was typed on Google Docs, and i dont have a Beta. second I hope this makes sense, it's 1:30 am where i am right now and i need sleep. thirdly: enjoy
Lydia was lost in her thoughts, they had finally found Stiles, and she had been wrong, she had been so sure that he was in that basement, but instead he was in the woods. She stood there in the hallway hospital as the others talked around her, going over and over in her head what had made her wrong, where she had turned the wrong way, trying to find that something that had made her make the wrong decision.
Clang clang clang clang, Lydia flinched at the sudden noise. Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang. The noise got louder and louder. As Scott was leading her away he noticed her reluctance, “Lydia, do you hear something?”
Tell him! part of her yelled
What if it’s nothing again and I’m wrong?!
“No, I didn’t hear anything”, she said voice quiet, almost weak. He has enough on his mind with his best friend in the hospital, whatever this is I can figure it out, I can’t always rely on Scott because he won’t always be there, the blacklight party proved that. As Lydia got behind Scott on his bike, placing the helmet on her head not caring about the state her hair would be in when she took it off, she wrapped her arms around Scott’s waist. As she held onto him, she focused on the sound and feel of the engine beneath her in an attempt to push the clanging noise from her head. They rode in silence, unable and unwilling to speak above the air that was rushing past them, both absorbed in their own thoughts.
Once Scott pulled up to her house, he took both helmets and took Lydia’s hand once again, leading her to the porch. He kept a supportive hand in the middle of her back as she fished for her keys, once inside he led her upstairs. Once in her room he pulled her into a hug and she stood there, still and unmoving, focusing on his heartbeat.
They stood there in the middle of her room with their arms around each other, attempting to give the other the support they desperately needed. It had been an exhausting night and both were drained, physically and emotionally.
As Lydia’s arms were moving to wrap around Scott when his phone went off, he pulled away slightly to see who it was, “That’s Derek and the twins wondering what’s going on” he said quietly, “I need to go fill them in, do you want Aiden to come? He was with you earlier?”
“No, no. I’m fine, i just need to get some sleep.” she murmured.
“Okay, well text me if you need anything.” she nodded and he pulled her in once more to place a comforting kiss on her forhead.
Five minutes after he left, Lydia was still standing in the middle of the room, trying to push away the clanging in her head. Somehow she made her way to her bed where she fell asleep on top of the covers, still fully dressed
The next morning Lydia noticed that everything she did sounded like ir was being amplified tenfold directly in her head, making getting ready even more difficult. She could hear her hair as she braided it, she could hear her mother puttering around downstairs. By some miracle she had made it to school without screaming, even though that’s all she wanted to do.
By passing period between first and second, Lydai had had enough and she needed to talk to Scott. She closed her lockee door, visibly wincing as the sound was magnified.
“Hey,” he pulled a book out of his locker and she heard the covers scraping against his other books. “So they’re doin tests on Stiles all afternoon I was gonna go around six to visit.” a locker down the hall slammed and she flinched, “Wanna come with me?” another locker slammed, another flinch.
“I should probably go home.” textbooks slamming on desks, lockers closing with rattles, every noise she could possibly hear made her flinch.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern crossing his face.
“Yeah, I’m just a little sensitive to noise right now I guess” she flinched again, “I’ll text you later” with that she left Scott, headed down the hall and out the front doors before Scott or anyone could stop her.
She ended up driving in her car to the woods where she sat in the silence, enjoying every second of it. When she glanced at her phone she saw it was nearly six, maybe it was just the adrenaline from yesterday that kicked everything into overdrive, and I should really go check up on Stiles to see how he is after yesterday, after all I’m not the only one who had a crazy night yesterday, she reasoned. Feeling much more like herself she started her car and was pulling into the hospital parking lot when the clanging started again, clang clang clang clang clang. By the time she was parked the clanging was at near deafening levels. She sat there for a bit trying to focus on her breathing to center her mind once more. When that didn’t work she turned up her music, louder and louder and louder until she could hardly hear herself think, between the noise in ther head and the level of the volume in the car it was amazing she wasn’t completely deaf. Should she have parked closer to the entrance she was sure people would have been complaining.
She sat there, hand gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white, until it was too much and she screamed.
As soon as it had escaped her throat she knew something was wrong, it didn’t sound like her typical banshee screams and there wasn’t a single call or message from Scott asking if she was okay, but then again he didn’t hear me when I saw the Oni for the first time.
Though it wasn’t her banshee scream she felt better, the only noise she heard was from her music which she turned down. With shaking hands and wobbly legs Lydia pulled herself out of the car, just in time to see the lights in the hospital to go out and to see the sparks flying from the roof where she could only just make out two figures in the dark. She made her way as quickly to the hospital as possible where patients and doctors and visitors were running around behind the glass windows attempting to make their way to the doors. She looked up once more and this time she recognized one of the figures, “Scott” her voice came out a hoarse whisper. She couldn’t tell from where the sparks were coming from but she knew Scott was in danger. It took her half a swcond to realize the sparks were coming from one of the electricity cables that powered the hospital, and it was loose, flopping and flailing around like a water hose turned on full power and left alone. “Scott!” the figures were dodging the cable while trying to contain it and all Lydia could do was watch as Scott danced between life and death.
Notes:
so that's that, it's not all that fantastic but it doesn't matter, they'll (hopefully) get better over time this one is a little longer to make up for the lack of a chapter for last week and all the Scydia this past episode gave me more to work with
