Tear your curtains down (for a sunlight is like gold) #1
Written by trashstiles and rongasm.
this started off as just a conversation about a stydia royal au, but then it kind of turned into an entire headcanon session that lasted for about 9 days. and it got so long and so intricate that we decided that maybe we ought to share it with you guys because we sure as hell had fun writing this, so we thought you’d enjoy reading our (well, mostly rachel’s) ramblings about it :)
so now, here you are, a royal stydia au as told via text messages between Polina and rachel (Polina is the white. Rachel shows up in blue and occasionally green due to technical difficulties.)
also excuse us for the messiness of this, there are bits and pieces of our personal conversation sprinkled into this, but that’s what makes it even better so deal with it ok enjoy everyone
The archive may or may not still be down when you see this (don’t worry - scheduled maintenance!) but when it’s up, these are the new tags you’ll be able to check out and use! It was a surprisingly good haul for Peter this go-around.
Peter
Caring Peter Hale
Deaf Peter
> Deaf Peter Hale
Deputy Peter
> Deputy Peter Hale
Lawyer Peter
> Lawyer Peter Hale
Single Parent Peter
Student Peter
Thief Peter
Werewolf Peter Hale
Others
Model Allison
> Model Allison Argent
BAMF Braeden
Wolf Boyd
Horny Isaac
Insecure Scott
> Insecure Scott McCall
Married Stiles Stilinski
Multilingual Stiles Stilinski
Relationships
Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate Friendship
Isaac Lahey & Lydia Martin Friendship
Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski Smut
Challenges
Sciles Big Bang 2015
Scira Week
Steter Week 2.0
Stydia Month
Could you do a fic where Stiles and Lydia are dating and Stiles gets really jealous because Lydia and Parrish are starting to spend a lot of time together?
Sorry this isnt my best but it has a PLOT TWIST
submitting this for stydia month week 3 day 4!!!!!
Jealousy Is The Fear of Comparison
“You must be kidding me? Again?” Stiles demanded, jumping upfrom the bed where he and Lydia had been laying.
“I don’t know why you have such a problem with this!” Lydiashot.
“Well, let me think about that, Lydia,” Stiles mockinglyadopted a pensive look. “Maybe I have a problem with the fact that my girlfriend has been spending more timegetting hot and sweaty with another man who is- wait for it- not her boyfriend!”
Lydia just stared at him, wondering whether he has well andtruly lost it or this is a joke. “Stiles, honey, he is teaching me to FIGHT. Toprotect myself! So by all means, once you get 10 years military training andcan teach me how to fight I will stop getting Jordan to-“
“Parrish.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“Don’t call him “Jordan”, call him Parrish.”
“I will call him whatever I want to call him, Stiles. Justbecause you have a problem with him doesn’t mean I have to have a problem withhim! Jordan is my friend who issacrificing his time to help me. Call me when you get a handle on your ego.”Lydia muttered as she stormed out of Stiles’ room and eventually his house.
Lydia knew how it could seem like she was beingunreasonable. She and Stiles had only been dating a few months and she wasspending a lot of time with Parrish but it wasn’t like that. Parrish wasgenuinely just helping her learn how to protect herself and others- nothingmore. And she had constantly reassured Stiles of this and had even brought himalong to one of their training sessions which had been a huge mistake and endedwith Stiles not talking to her for a week saying that he could “feel the chemistry”between her and Parrish. The only reason Lydia wouldn’t end the training wasbecause her and Jordan had been doing it since before her and Stiles gottogether; it was routine and she was actually making progress. She lovedStiles, but he would have to learn to deal with it.
“Dude, what is wrong with you? You haven’t eaten a thing,”Scott said worryingly. The pack and pack parents were all at the McCalls havinga birthday dinner for Melissa.
Stiles continued playing around with his food, refusing tolook up. He was sitting in between Scott and Lydia and it just happened thatLydia was sitting across from Parrish. Almost immediately, Lydia and Parrishbegan talking about some new moves she should learn. From that point on, Stilesfell silent.
Stiles nodded his head, refusing to look at her. He knew it wasn’ther fault, but the jealousy still ate away at him. “I’m good.”
“You don’t seem good,” she stated questioningly.
“Well I’m fine!” Stiles yelled abruptly, startling the wholeroom. Silence enveloped the room as Lydia stared in shock at her boyfriend ashe continued through gritted teeth. “Not that you would notice or even care.”
“Excuse us, please,” Lydia politely requested, standing upfrom the table and pulling Stiles outside.
“What?” Stiles snapped when they were at the very back ofthe McCall’s garden. “Oh are you finally going to take some interest in me?”
“Why are you being like this? I love you so much and ithurts me that you don’t see that!” Lydia said.
“I know that you love me, I just don’t know that you love methe most.”
“Stiles, why would I waste my time with you if I didn’t loveyou the most?”
“I just want to let you know that you can leave me wheneveryou want.” Stiles said solemnly. “You have no loyalty to me and I want you toknow that if you want to be with Parrish-“
“If I wanted to be with Parrish I would be with Parrish. Iwant to be with you so I am with you. I do not need your permission, StilesStilinski. I do not need you telling me what I can and can’t do.”
“Yeah I always forget that the world revolves around you. I’mjust something you occupy your time with.”
“Well now you are just making no sense and being an asshole.”
“Then leave me.”
“You are such a child!” Lydia exclaimed.
“Oh, and do you need a man? A 28 year old man?”
“You are ridiculous.” Lydia said shaking her head andturning back towards the house. She was done. She had nothing left to say tothe petty boy who would not just accept that she loved him and Parrish was herfriend.
Once inside, Lydia moved seats at the dinner table so shewas seated in between Liam and Kira. The thought of sitting beside Stiles madeher feel ill.
“Are you okay?” Liam whispered to her. She laughed at hiskindness and sweetness. He had really grown to like him.
“Yeah, it’s all good. Stiles is just being a dick,” Lydiareplied causing Liam to laugh and agree with her.
The atmosphere in the room changed when Stiles re-enteredthe room. His eyes were red from rubbing them out of frustration and his hairwas a mess from pulling at it. He gave a faint smile as he sat down andeveryone awkwardly began talk again.
Stiles and Lydia didn’t talk again for 2 months.
“We will remember him for not only his bravery, but hisheart. His heart was so full of kindness, hope and sensitivity. He was a personwho would wait outside a stranger’s house all night just to make sure they wereok; he wanted no reward or recognition, that just was him. He was one of thetruest and most genuine people I have ever met. He was taken too soon and willleave a void in every single life he has ever touched. And he touched many. Ijust wish I could have told him this when he was here to listen,” Lydia addeddarkly.
When her speech was over, she returned to her seat besideher friends, including Stiles. She couldn’t look at him anymore. After nottalking for so long, she didn’t even know what she would say if he approached her.
“That was beautiful, Lydia,” Scott whispered.
“He deserved more,” Lydia murmured, giving Scott a waterysmile.
Lydia blamed herself for Parrish’s death. He died protectingher from a simple, non-supernatural robber with a gun. It was so typical ofhim. She knew he would be annoyed at her guilt, but she couldn’t help it.
After the funeral, Lydia sat beside his headstone for awhile. She was thinking of a life with him, growing older, having kids. But itfelt so wrong and just awkward; they had never even kissed. She could onlythink of a future with Stiles and she knew that. She loved Parrish as a friendbut she knew Stiles could never be a friend. It was all or nothing with him. Andhis jealousy and stubbornness scared her into realising there was no life forthem together anymore. Until he finally came to talk to her.
“Hey,” he awkwardly said as he sat beside her in thegraveyard.
“Hi.”
“Im so sorry about Parrish.”
“He was just my friend. Say sorry to his family or his fiancée.”
“He was engaged?”
“I guess he just found the one and acted on it.”
“Brave man.”
“The bravest.” Lydia said with a proud smile.
“Wish I told him that. But I’m glad him and I sorted out thenegative tension between us.”
Lydia was startled by this. She hadn’t known Parrish andStiles had talked together. “When?”
“About a month ago. He told me you two were never romanticand then told me I was an idiot,” Stiles laughed. “Which is so very, very true.”
“He was a smart guy.”
There was silence for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable butunspoken words hung in the air.
“Are we ever going to be ok again?”
“Just ask me.”
“Ask you what?” Stiles asked confused.
“On a date,” Lydia smiled at him.
“Wait so you are not mad at me? Lyds we haven’t talked inmonths?”
“Oh, I am mad. Furious, in fact. And slightly disgusted atyou. It’s just that we need to start somewhere if we are ever going to getbetter again; become us again.”
“Well then, Lydia Martin, would you like to go out to dinnertomorrow?”
“I’m free now.”
“Now is good too.” Stiles smiled, taking her hand and pulling her up.
Before leaving the headstone, Lydia placed a quick kiss onit and promised to visit Parrish for their training sessions.
She was ready to begin again. They needed to be apart so theycould grow back together.
They said it was treatable. They said the survival rate was incredibly high. They said they caught it early. They said she was lucky.
It was late at night when he first woke her up. It was the middle of October and the night was cold. His father was in the process of having the heating fixed which only resulted in the night being even colder.
However, this coldness wasn’t affecting her. Lydia was on fire. Not just a regular fever; Stiles actually felt burnt from touching her.
That was the first time he thought something was wrong. It was the first sign.
“Where do you want to eat tonight?” Stiles asked her. They had been researching a new mythical creature and completely lost track of time. Stiles hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t eaten since morning until the sound of his stomach snapped him back to reality.
“I’m not really hungry,” Lydia said, completely engrossed in her laptop.
“Babe, you haven’t eaten since this morning,” Stiles said. It was the first time he noticed how small she had gotten in his sweatshirt.
“I’ll eat when I’m hungry,” she snapped, not looking up at him.
He studied her for a few more minutes. How could he not have noticed the hollowness of her cheekbones? Or the sunkeness around her eyes?
“What about some pizza? Or we can hit McDonald’s drive-thru?”
“Maybe it’s all this supernatural stuff that’s ruined my appetite.” She then muttered to herself, “I don’t think I’ve eaten a proper meal in weeks.”
It was the second sign. He wish he had of known.
“Can’t we just lay here all day?” Lydia sighed into him.
“That’s what we have been doing for the last week!” Stiles exclaimed. “C’mon it’s Kira’s birthday, we have to go.”
“But I’m so tired,” Lydia mumbled.
Stiles looked down at her head laying on his chest. It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon and Lydia had just woke up from a 3 hour nap that she took after waking up from a 9 hour sleep. But he didn’t say anything, he just kissed her head and told her to go back to sleep.
The fatigue was Sign 3.
“Happy Birthday!” the couple screamed in unison when Kira opened the door scaring the girl half to death.
“Stiles! Lydia! Thanks for coming!”
“Sorry for being late, Lyds has been super lazy.” Stiles joked, kissing the strawberry-blonde on the head.
“Shut up,” Lydia laughed as she shoved him.
Inside, the whole pack were sitting in the living-room. Kira’s parents were gone for a week visiting family in Japan for Christmas, so there was an abundance alcohol and the music was blasting. Kira joined Scott on the couch whilst Lydia and Stiles took a seat on the floor next to Malia. Liam awkwardly sat on a chair brought in from the kitchen.
“We’re going to play spin the bottle!” Malia loudly announced, having spent all morning looking up human games to play at a party. Everyone groaned. “Please, I’ve never played it!”
About an hour into the game, the pack got drunker, gigglier and stupider.
That was until as Liam was giving Malia a lap dance, Lydia’s nose began to bleed.
“What the fuck happened!” Stiles yelled as he dragged her into the kitchen to staunch the bleeding. The idiocy of the alcohol had quickly worn off.
“I don’t know!” Lydia exclaimed, drunk and confused and on the verge of tears. “I was laughing and it just started to bleed!”
“That shouldn’t be happening,” Stiles said under his breath as he lifted the scarily light girl onto the kitchen table with a rag under her nose.
Lydia started drifting off as Stiles kept wiping the blood away. As she was giving in to sleep, she was mumbling something about Allison and regret.
It was the nose bleed that was the fourth sign. He should have seen it coming.
“Can I please take off this dress?” Lydia groaned, interrupting Stiles and Scott.
It was New Years Eve and Stiles was having a party at his house. Liam was doing something with his friends and Derek refused to go to a party with 17 year olds. So it was just Kira, Scott, Malia, Lydia and Stiles. The Sheriff had to patrol the local fireworks display that almost every year ended in a blown off hand.
“Yeah, go put on something of mine,” Stiles said distractedly. He, Scott, Malia and Kira were in a very intense conversation about what would be the scariest were-animal.
“Give me a piggy-back up the stairs,” Lydia demanded, pouting.
“No, Lydia, we’re talking?” he said, questioningly.
“Please,” Lydia whispered in his ear.
“Go take care of your girl, Stiles,” Scott laughed, turning his attention to Kira and Malia.
Lydia cheered and as Stiles stood up from the couch she jumped on his back. She should have knocked him off-guard, at least made him stumble under her weight, but he barely felt her. She weighed so little.
As Stiles walked up the stairs, Lydia’s grip began to lighten.
“Lydia, babe, you ok?”
“Yeah,” she mumbled into his back. “Just tired.”
When he brought her into his room, he accidently lightly bumped her leg off the door frame. “Oh shit, sorry Lydia, did that hurt?”
“Stiles, chill. You literally tapped my leg off the wall,” she laughed, jumping off of his back.
As she looked through his clothes, he sat on his desk staring at the petite girl until she found a top and some sweats. She then pulled off her dress leaving Stiles wide-eyed.
Her body consisted of bones so sharp he was scared they would pierce holes through her skin. And that wasn’t even the scariest part of it. It was the purple bruises that covered her.
“Fuck, Lydia, what happened?” he exclaimed running over to her.
She looked down and shrugged, “My skins just been a little sensitive.”
“That is not a little sensitive!” Stiles yelled. Looking down at her legs, he noticed a dark purple bruise where she hit her leg on the door.
“Calm down,” Lydia snapped, throwing on his clothes.
“I want you to go to the doctors.”
Stiles thanked himself for finally doing something instead of waiting for the sixth sign.
“Good morning, my love!” Stiles screamed as he walked into room 418.
“Stiles! There are other patients!” Lydia squealed, trying to hide her smile. She was wearing a pink beanie and his hoodie and sweats.
“But I brought you flowers,” Stiles whined, holding out a single flower.
“You brought me a flower, sweetie. But thank you.” She said smiling.
“Someone is in a good mood,” Stiles gasped.
“Someone also has the best boyfriend in the world,” Lydia smiled, moving over so Stiles could sit next to her on her bed. “Shouldn’t you be in school?”
“Why would I go to school when I could spend the day with the best girlfriend in the world?” Stiles grinned.
“You probably have the worst attendance in history,” Lydia laughed. Stiles laughed too because he would never tell her that yesterday he had a talk with the principle. His poor attendance meant he can’t graduate despite having some of the best grades in school. He knew she would freak out if she knew as it was because he was spending everyday with her.
“Probably as bad of an attendance as you.”
“Yeah but I have cancer,” she looked at him. He hated that word and she knew it. She only used it to get her point across. It had its desired affect as he curled up into her side. “And probably won’t be going back to school.”
“I hate this,” he said after a little while. “I hate this so fucking much.”
“It’s not great is it?” Lydia sighed. “I miss my hair.”
“I miss your hair.”
“I miss my health.”
“I miss your health.”
“I miss when I had more days let.”
“I miss when- wait, what?” Stiles said looking up at her, only now noticing how she looks the worst she has so far.
“It’s not working. The chemo is not working. Nothing is working, babe.”
“No,” Stiles whispered.
“I’m not going to get better…and that is ok,” Lydia said. She found this out a week ago and had come to terms with it. She just needed Stiles to as well.
Stiles didn’t say anything. About 10 minutes later, he croakily chocked out “Well this sucks.”
The last month was nice. It wasn’t enough, but it was nice.
Lydia made peace with her demons. She made peace with the fact that she would be seeing her best friend soon. She felt peace until her last day.
She knew it was her last day. She could sense other’s deaths and she most certainly could sense her own. It was coming. It was inevitable.
She couldn’t tell Stiles. She hated the dread he felt knowing that any day was her last, but she couldn’t let him know that it was today.
“Stiles, baby, “Lydia weakly murmured. She was off medication. She was getting weaker every second.
Stiles who had fallen asleep beside her instantly woke up, “Lydia! Whats wrong? What hurts? Shit, let me get a nurse.”
“No,” she protested, “No, I actually feel better than I have in days.”
“Thank God,” Stiles sighed. He hadn’t been home in days. He knew it was coming to an end so he was adamant on staying with her. “Then what is it?”
“I want to see everyone today, I want to see all our friends.”
“Hey Scotty,” Lydia croaked as he walked in. “Stiles, can you leave us alone for a sec?”
Stiles hugged Scott as he walked out of the room. Scott sat down on the seat beside her bed.
“What’s up, Lydia? How are you feeling?”
“I’m doing great, Scott. Just wanted to see you for a little bit.”
They talked and laughed for a little bit until Scott got a text from his mom telling him that she could give him a ride home now because her shifts over.
“I’ll see you later, Lyds, right?” Scott asked.
“Of course, Scott.”
Scott stood up and kissed her on the head before walking to the door. At the door, he turned around and waved, “Bye, Lydia.”
“Bye, Scott.” She wished she could have said more. She wished she could have thanked him for all he has done. For being a good person. For being a brother to Stiles. She wished she could have told him that she will say hi to Allison for him.
Malia and Kira came next together. They talked for a little before Malia wanted to go. It was nice to see them again, one last time.
Next was Derek.
Though he would never say it aloud, he was taking Lydia’s cancer the hardest after Stiles. He could barely visit the banshee because it hurt him so bad. He never really knew the bond he had with the pack until the cancer hit.
“Hey, sourwolf,” Lydia giggled.
“Oh not you too,” Derek groaned. Seeing her in the bed looking deathly made him sick. It reminded him of Cora sitting in hospital less than a year ago.
Lydia made the excuse that she just wanted to catch up with him and have one normal day. Derek knew this was the last time he would see her though, he could see it in her face. He didn’t want to leave because of this. Until he had to because Stiles wanted alone time.
As Stiles starting shooing him out, Lydia smiled at him, “Bye, Derek.”
Derek turned to her, chocking back the tears he refused to let fall, “Bye, Lyds,” before running over and kissing her on the head and whispering in her ear, “I’ll look after all of them. Don’t worry.”
There were many others she wanted to say goodbye to but she didn’t have the opportunity. She wanted to talk to Liam, Isaac, Mr Argent, Melissa, the Sheriff, even Peter. But her time was up.
She died in Stiles’ arms.
She died in pain and she died young.
She died despite meaning so much to so many people.
She died happy.
She died without ever saying what she wanted to say to the people she loved.
She died and with her, she took the heart of a boy who loved her.
Friendly reminder that the horrible, HORRIBLE, person (Aiden impersonator) who was torturing our beloved Lyds, kept asking about each of her friend starting with, “Do you remember what happened to Kira/scott/malie etc” but then when it came to Stiles he said
this is my fanfiction for stydia month! At first it was going to be a short drabble but I went overboard oops! Enjoy some stydia angst, and happy stydia month! c:
It all started with a scream. Lydia felt it in the bottom of her throat since she woke up, like a monster ready to claw itself out, ripping and tearing. All day she was anxious in waiting. It was the power of predicting death without knowing the reciever. As soon as she felt it coming back up, she swallowed it back into the dark depths of her throat.
Of course the pack noticed something different about their banshee. Once Lydia entered her final class before lunch right before the last bell, and flopped down in her seat without a word, Stiles frowned at her from the desk across. She couldn't focus on anything. Then, the ticking started.
At first it was only a short, quiet noise every so often, like a slow paced metronome ticking to the beat of a piano; however, as class persisted on, she found the noise growing louder, speeding faster and faster until it was like a colossal drum beating constantly in her ear. Lydia clutched the side of her desk with one hand, manicured nails digging into the plastic painfully. The other hand continued to take notes frantically, but soon it just turned into scribbles like a child would make.
Then, the bell lets out a shrill ring just as Stiles places his hand on top of her own clenched one, and everything seems to stop like that. The drum is gone, her hand stopped writing, and the other hand slowly unclenches.
"Lydia," He said calmly. "It's time for lunch." Then she remembered class ended. Her eyes flicker up to the teacher's desk, where the chair is already empty. She swallowed again, standing up, Stiles's hand still holding her own.
He frowned again worridly, "What's going on, Lyds?" But she doesn't say anything. How could she? How could she possibly explain her feeling?
"I'm hungry," She stated. "Come on." Then, she dropped his hand, suddenly feeling colder, and walked towards the lunch room, hearing Stiles follow behind her uncertaintly. Maybe some food in her stomach would do her some good.
The feeling was nearly gone by the time night fell. Lydia hoped maybe her banshee signals were just wrong that night, that they glitched like a computer with a virus. That was when she got the call.
"Lydia, the sheriff station is being attacked," Scott panted out into the phone, sounding as if he was a long way away from the speaker. Her stomach dropped in her chest like a stone in water, heart fluttering in her chest.
The call dropped, leaving Lydia with dread coarsing through her, a newfound nervousness skittering around her head. She grappled for her car keys, hurrying outside. Soon she was rushing towards the police station. By the time she arrived, the building was already up in flames.
She stormed out of her car, not bothering to lock it, and ran towards the front entrance. Sparks shot up from the heat, landing on her uncovered arms. Then, without warning, the drum started again, but this time, she realized, it wasn't in her head. It was the sound of multiple people banging on the doors and walls, trying to escape.
"What happened?" She coughed, approaching Scott who punched the hot walls outside frantically.
Scott flipped around towards her, "It was a pack. They were angry with us, saying we weren't worth their time. Then, the building just exploded into flames! And...Lydia, Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski--they're still in there."
Her heart stopped. The banging intensified. Stiles and his father were trapped in a burning building in the process of collapsing. The heat intensified. In that moment, she was certain: someone was about to die.
"We have to get in there!" She shouted over the roar of the flames.
Scott answered, "We can find a spot weak enough to break through! They planned this well." Lydia grunted in frustration, pacing back and forth, knowing they had minutes at the most.
Just then, she noticed something. As she walked back and forth, the banging changed, softer to louder, slower to faster. There was something going on. She manuvered around the side of the building, following her instinct. The beat was soon rapidly going. Scott followed behind her.
"Do you hear that?" She asked.
He shook his head. "What are you talking about?" It was a sign, she realized, a banshee sign.
"Break through right here! Now!" She ordered Scott, pointing directly at a spot where the beating was at its maxiumum, where Lydia was certain her eardrums were about to burst. In one giant punch, the wall breaks open, smoke flooding from the building. Lydia pushed her way through the hole without a second thought. She sees a figure lying motionless on the ground.
"STILES!" She screamed, running towards him, tripping over fallen debris. The flames close in on them more and more every second. Lydia turned the body over, appalled with what she saw. Blood trickling down Stiles's paled face, a support beam held his legs down. Togther, Scott and Lydia heaved it off of him.
Scott checked his pulse. "It's weak. We need to get him out." Lydia coughed, already feeling the smoke moving throug her lungs. She heard sirens outside. The fire department and ambulance arrived. More burnt pieces fell from above.
Stiles was hoisted into Scott's arms. A door was broke down from somewhere else in the station. Lydia looked around, seeing no one else with him, not even Sheriff Stilinski. They rushed out of the flameing building just in time. Scott sets Stiles on the ground, heading back in just in time for nother fiery explosion, sending all Stiles and Lydia onto the asphalt painfully.
Then, she screamed, shaking the ground. It ripped out of her, violent and brutal. She fell to her knees beside Stiles, sobbing as soon as her scream subsided. He isn't breathing. Lydia breathed into his mouth, remembering what to do for CPR. His lips are freezing, much too cold for someone who just escaped from a fire.
After that, it's a blur. Paramedics swarmed towards Lydia, her scream alerting them. They brought a strecher, lifting Stiles up onto it. She sobbed again, reaching for his body. They couldn't just take it! She held onto his hand like a lifeline, only letting go when forced apart. Still, she felt a tug, almost like a string, attatching their fingers together, hurting more as they got father apart.
"Hurry, get the oxygen masks." Lydia feels herself falling, but not hitting the ground. By then, blackness has already consumed her.
She woke up with white sheets beneath her and sunlight flooding through the room. It was so peaceful she almost forgot about what happened. Almost. Bolting up, she looked around frantically, coughing from her sudden burst of energy. Someone eased her back down onto the cushiony bed.
"Mom?" She questioned, looking up.
Her mom smiled. "Yes, sweetheart, it's me."
She asked the question that had been on her mind ever since she woke up. "Stiles?" Her throat was raw as she spoke, dreading the answer.
"He'll be okay," Lydia's mother said. "They almost lost him a few times, but he'll be okay eventually." But then who? Her banshee powers never lied. Someone had died, and she could tell her mother knew.
"What happened?" Lydia ordered her mother to tell her. "I need to know." Her mom sighed, sitting at Lydia's bedside.
Finally, she spoke up. "It was the Sheriff. By the time they found him, it was too late."
Someone had died, but it wasn't Stiles, it was his father. "Can I see him?"
"I don't think--"
"Please!" She begged. "I have to see him, I have to!" Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm some of the only family he has left now." After much persistance, the nurse is wheeling Lydia down to Stiles's room.
He's awake, but unmoving. She saw burn marks on his arms, stiches on the side of his head. The nurse told Lydia she'd be back in twenty minutes, and then she closes the door behind her. They're alone.
"Stiles..." Lydia trailed off.
In a raspy voice, almost equal to her own, he whispered, "You knew, didn't you? That's what was bothering you all day. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn't even tell me! How could you not tell me!"
She edged closer to his bedside. His eyes met hers. They're bloodshot and puffy. He's seething with anger, jaw clenched and mouth straight. Lydia doesn't speak.
"Why?!" He cried out. "Why did he have to leave me?" Then he collapsed in her arms, head burried in her shoulder, and sobbed, one had clawing into her shirt, the other into the sheets, and she lets him. She held him, hugging back, as he released everything built up inside of him. At one point, her hand finds his again, and she rubbed it soothingly until his cries subsided enough for him to pull away.
Then, he looked away from her. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" She asked. "This isn't your fault! If anything, it's my fault. You're right, I should've told you."
He sighed. "It's not your fault either, Lyds. You couldn't have known who it would've been. You couldn't have prevented it." Then, it's silent. Lydia shifts up out of her wheelchair and up onto Stiles's bedside.
"We're messed up, aren't we?" Stiles laughed sadly. She cracked a broken smile at him.
"We are, but we'll get through this, together," She promised, holding his hand again, their fingers linked, the connection repaired.
When the nurse came back inside, she found them both sharing the tiny hospital bed, snuggled up against one another gently, both fast asleep, tear tracks staining their faces. They still had each other, and Lydia would make sure they always did.
