There was only so much Lydia could do on her own - as much as she hated admitting to it, it was true. At least when it came to her being a banshee. She knew little to nothing about what she actually was, or what she could even do with her power. There had to be more to it than just finding dead bodies, right? There had to be.
All she wanted was to be able to at least see it before it happens - almost like a premonition. Actually, EXACTLY like it. And now, well…Now she fully understood the meaning ‘be careful what you wish for’. Lydia could feel something big was about to happen. Her dreams were filled with nothing but chaos and destruction. And death. Someone was going to die. She was so sure of it, yet she couldn’t figure it out, for the life of her. Usually, the first thing she would have done was tell Stiles, or Scott - any of her friends, but what exactly was she supposed to tell them now? Why would she go out of her way to ruin that fragment of happiness for any one of them when she wasn’t certain what it all even meant?
Sure, she could have gone to the obvious source - the one who seemed to know a little too much about her kind. But, Peter was out of the question. There were too many strings attached, that was for sure. So, she opted for someone who she figured had a lot more knowledge on the whole supernatural spectrum.
Usually, getting ahold of him was easier said than done. If Derek didn’t want to be found, you’d have a hard time finding him. That was, until Stiles screwed it all up for the guy. His constant need to overshare EVERYTHING he did with Lydia, which at this time was talking about his hangouts with Derek and the one unknown location on his Snap Map, was more than enough for Lydia to put two and two together.
Still, when she arrived, the redhead was slightly confused. Did he REALLY purchase the whole building? Why? The thoughts passed through her, as she left two soft knocks on what she assumed to be the door of his new home.
Sometimes he looked at Cora and still couldn’t believe that she was actually here. That he and Laura had left back then without even knowing she was still alive - that he had been alone for years thinking that all that was left of his family was Peter.
Now she was suddenly here. She was here, but Erica -
What sort of a deal was that? He got someone back just to have someone else ripped away instead? And what came next? The Alpha Pack wasn’t going to stop, and they still didn’t really know what goal they were pursuing. If they had anything to do with the dead people Stiles had told him about, the virgins, as he had talked about the last time he had been here only two days after what happened at the vault.
Rationally, Derek had known that Cora wouldn’t be the same girl either he had known when they were young. Not just that they had grown up, but that they’d had to do it under those circumstances. He had missed so much of her life. But despite this he knew that something wasn’t alright with her. She was quiet and angry and didn’t really talk to him, and Derek couldn’t figure out if it was because of that distance between them, because of what had happened at the vault, or because of something else.
And he didn’t know how to ask.
A knock on the door stirred him out of his thoughts and he realized he was still staring at the papers scattered across the desk, the receipts and bank account statements and renovation details. It wasn’t Stiles, he already knew that just by the knock and the beat of the heart on the other side of the door, just like it wasn’t Isaac or Cora.
For a moment Derek lingered before the door, listening to the heartbeat, slowly breathing in. And when he caught the scent of a familiar perfume, he knew who it was.
The metal door slid open and, just as he had thought, Derek found Lydia on the other side of it. Whatever her reason was for coming here, it would be a serious one. So he didn’t even ask, didn’t try to question it. Derek merely stepped aside and invited her in.
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