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“Why does God make such unbreakable bonds that in the end are broken nonetheless?”
— Mark Helprin, from Elegy in Blue (Abrams Press, 2026)
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“Why does God make such unbreakable bonds that in the end are broken nonetheless?”
— Mark Helprin, from Elegy in Blue (Abrams Press, 2026)
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That’s Where You’ll Find Me
Chapter 25: The Wicked Wolf of the West
Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU
Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Peter Hale, Julia Baccari, Theo Raekin, Kali, Enis, the Oni
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a trick that would give her what she wanted. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Stiles jolts forward, heart thrashing against the hand that is clutching his chest. He’s hot all over. Panting for breath. Every cell in his body tingling with—
He looks at Lydia. She’s sound asleep, cheeks a rosy shade of pink. The clock behind her reads 7:42 a.m. That’s eight minutes since the last time he checked. Eight whole minutes unaccounted for.
Not good.
He pats his face a little too hard and rakes his hands through his hair. He’s supposed to be reading, not fantasizing about Lydia.
Story of his life.
Daydreaming about Lydia is as natural to him as breathing. Has been for as long as he can remember.
Never like this though. Never where he couldn’t snap himself out of it, where the lines between imagination and reality bled so seamlessly.
They were in the woods. Not the Beacon Hills Preserve, some other forest, grey and misty. One minute, they were talking. The next, they were kissing—hot, open-mouthed, hungry.
And then…they were more than kissing.
He remembers what it felt like. Tumbling heart-first with Lydia onto the forest floor. The ache in his body only she could cure. Their intertwined forms writhing naked on a bed of leaves.
He remembers her touches, eager and attentive. He remembers her lips, soft and wet on his skin. He remembers the rush of it all, every sensation driving them towards one intensely passionate climax. There were colors everywhere. He still sees them. Still feels her. Still tastes the nip he took of her shoulder.
He wipes the sweat from his brow, storm in his heart raging like the one outside.
One minute, Lydia was with him. The next, she was gone. Snatched from his arms by some dark hooded figure, disappearing into shadow and smoke—
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“No, loving him wasn’t in my plans. It was a way to escape being taking back to that horrid man. That was all. The ultimate marriage of convenience. That was to be it. We were friends, yes.” She stretches and sits up a bit straighter in her rocking chair. “Friends and I did find him attractive. That helped.” A chuckle has her great- grandchildren looking up at her with grins. She has to recall they are mere children. Raised to know some things. She, their parents and grandparents, did teach them about their bodies and sex, as they got old enough to understand. But to imagine Granny and Pappy doing such, it is probably a stretch for them.
“We had a successful wedding night.” A few hands covered faces and a few nervous giggles erupt. “That is all I will say. The next day, we took a picnic out on the top of a Monro. He asked me, was it unusual, why was between us, what our touches brought out.” Claire-Julia, her eldest great-granddaughter, sighs at this. At twelve the lass was almost at the age where boys will start to be more then annoying. Claire smiles at her. “I told him it was often something like this but it was unusual. That was the beginning.”
She stretches again. At ninety, no chair is comfortable for long. “By the time he first takes me to the stones, I am conflicted. To return to my own time or stay with him. I knew I loved him when I chose him.” All the lasses sigh and the lads eyes shine with interest. She had sat her grandchildren down, thirty odd years ago, and told them the same tale. They knew of the stones, of the time traveling their Granny did, that their grandparents or Auntie Brianna and Uncle Rodger did, with Jeremy and Mandy. Those stories are part of their inheritance. Her and Jamie’s though, it is special. A story only she tells fully. “By the time the upraising came, we had an unbreakable bound. To leave him, it was the hardest thing I ever did.”
“Grandma was in your uterus, eh?” Paul, her Bree’s first grandson, asks.
“She was. Pappy expected to die. The baby would be all that was left of him. I had to keep it safe.”
All nod. Those twenty years are well known. Talk of cars, planes, and the like, are whispered among the lads. The lasses talk of washing machines and water that flows from the taps. She looks over at them with affection. The children that, ultimately, came from her and Jamie’s love.
“I never stopped loving him. Not for one moment. When I got a chance to go back,” she sighs, even fifty years later, she can still recall the tug of motherhood vs. the tug of her love for him. “it was hard to go back. Hard to leave Bree.”
“Auntie!” Amí Collette, Fergus and Marsali’s little granddaughter, calls out.
“Yes, your Auntie. She was just my daughter then. To leave her was quite difficult. Ultimately, that unbreakable bound, pulled me back to him. Then Bree and Roger followed. I was so glad. To have my family all together but, want to know a secret?” All the children moved closer, their eyes big. “If it would have been just your Pappy and I, I would have been content. Love like ours is worth any sacrifice you have to make. Don’t settle for less. Promise Granny?”
“We promise.” Echoes back.
“I love you all. Granny needs to go lie down now.” They stand and scatter off to chores and play. She sits a moment and watches them. As she starts to get up, he is there, offering his arm.
“Jamie, my love.” He smiles and his blue eyes, surrounded by wrinkles, light up.
“Mo grá, I heard you tell the bairns you needed rest. Come lay beside me.” It is an offer seventy four years after their wedding night, she still can’t refuse.
“To bed or to sleep?” She cheekily asks him. He laughs.
“To sleep, I am afraid. But we can dream about the past.”
As they lay wrapped up together, they do.