Title: The Dark Side of The Moon
Authors: Sxymami0909 and Xtremeroswellia
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles/Lydia, Isaac/Allison, Scott/Kira, Derek, Deaton, Sheriff Stilinski,
Timeline: Season 3B
Banner: By Sxymami0909
Summary: The ritual is done, but the consequences aren't over. The door inside Stiles' head is still open and they're running out of time to get it closed. Lydia's powers are growing and Derek might hold the key to a link in her past. With Stiles slowly losing his mind and Lydia being the only person who can help him keep it together, the pack is in a race against time to help their friend. Will they be able to close the door in time or will Stiles be lost to them forever?
Previous Chapters: | One | Two | Three | Four |Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen |
Scott chucked the rolled up napkin at Stiles, a grin on his face. “I never said that,” he pointed out. “All I did was say she looked angelic in the light…” Scott pursed his lips and flushed. “Yeah okay fine.” He grumbled.
Isaac smirked, “I like Kira, I think she’s sweet. And she’s always giggling, which you know is also funny.” He scratched the back of his head, his grin faltering at the looks he got.
Derek stayed silent, but the amusement was clear on his face as he watched the teenagers interact with each other. His gaze shifted to Allison and Lydia briefly before Scott’s voice drew his attention back to the guys.
“I think I’m finally full.” Scott said as he leaned back in his chair.
Stiles arched an eyebrow. “Give it five minutes,” he responded with a smirk. “You’re a growing werewolf.” He stuffed the rest of his pizza crust in his mouth.
Allison laughed softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. She looked at Scott for a long moment. “I like Kira. She seems really sweet.” She added drawing the conversation back to the other girl.
The room grew quiet for a long moment.
Scott straightened up and cleared his throat as he watched Allison for a minute realizing that this whole conversation was probably awkward and he should have taken that into account. “Thanks,” he said softly.
His gaze traveled over to Isaac who was sitting beside Allison and he gave the other man half a smile.
Stiles watched the interaction between his best friend, Allison, and Isaac closely. He had a feeling that was Allison’s way of saying she approved of Kira and he had her blessing. But he could also tell that Scott was a little uncertain about all of it.
Isaac returned it and reached for another slice of pizza. “It was nice of your Mom to chip in with the pizza,” he said to Scott before glancing at Derek, “You too.”
Derek nodded. “Sure.” It was nice of them to include him so he hadn’t minded chipping in with the adults knowing how much they could all eat.
Lydia pushed her slice of pizza around on her plate. She wasn’t all that hungry, mostly she was just tired, but Stiles was finally feeling better and she didn’t want to ruin the celebration. She was glad he was okay. Lydia didn’t know what she would have done without him.
Stiles draped his arm around Scott’s shoulders. “Mrs. McCall’s awesome like that,” he said, glad for the change in topic. He looked at Derek. “So, you’re planning to stick around for awhile, right?”
Allison shifted her gaze from Scott and Stiles to Derek momentarily before taking a drink of her soda. Being in the same room with him in such a casual setting was...strange to say the least. She leaned against Isaac’s side unconsciously as she grew quiet.
Isaac’s hand immediately went to the small of Allison’s back, rubbing soothing circles into her skin. He knew what she was thinking and he genuinely felt bad that everything was still so fresh. But on the other hand he knew Derek was really trying. He would be there for Allison as much as she needed him, but he couldn’t hate Derek because he knew the other werewolf would have done the same thing to save him if he’d been in Scott’s situation.
Isaac glanced at Derek watching as the other man turned his gaze on Stiles.
Derek pursed his lips his gaze flickering over to Lydia briefly before going to Scott and finally landing on Stiles again. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I think it’s time for a change.” He admitted. Beacon Hills was his home and there was still a lot left to do there.
Stiles met his eyes for a moment, nodding. “Change is good,” he said mildly before looking at Lydia, who was being unusually quiet. He reached out and laced his fingers through hers, rubbing his thumb lightly over the back of her hand.
Allison smiled faintly at Isaac and set her empty plate to the side for the time being. Her gaze, too, slid to Lydia, a strange feeling brushing along her consciousness. “Lydia? You all right?”
Lydia glanced up at the sound of Allison’s voice. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she met her best friend's gaze. “Of course I’m alright,” she said straightening up, the feel of Stiles’ thumb against her skin calming her.
She kept getting the oddest feelings. One second she’d be feeling anxious, the next happy, loved, and then tense. It was like there were a bunch of competing emotions trying to override her own, but they were never there long. A few minutes at most and then they were gone. It was kind of like what happened in Stiles’ head, but not. It wasn’t even on the same scale of crazy, but still it was strange. Or maybe Lydia was just exhausted and imagining things after running in and out of Stiles’ head all day. That was possible too.
Stiles’ frown deepened a little as he studied Lydia, shifting a little closer to her. Something wasn’t quite right though he couldn’t put his finger on what it was, exactly. He eyed her plate, noticing she’d barely touched her pizza at all. That was troubling. He felt a wave of anxiety wash over him, but different from usual, and he held his breath for a moment.
“Stop,” Lydia requested softly, she glanced at Stiles startled by her own command. She squeezed his hand gently, “I just meant you don’t need to worry. I’m fine, I promise.” Lydia sent him a small smile. “I’m tired,” she admitted, “That’s all.”
Scott pursed his lips as he glanced at Allison briefly before turning his attention back to Stiles and Lydia. “Is it because of what happened earlier when you...got sick?” Scott wasn’t exactly sure what had happened they’d been too involved with making sure Stiles was okay.
Derek tilted his head to the side. “What happened?” He asked curiously.
Lydia didn’t like having everyone’s attention on her. “Guys, please relax everything is fine. I got a little bit of an emotional overload in Stiles’ head, but Derek helped me out with that,” she turned to the werewolf in question, “Thanks for that by the way.” Lydia leaned back in her seat. “But everything is fine now, we just put Stiles back together,” she said with a grin, “Let's stick with celebrating that for now okay?”
It was a strange feeling that he was having, and it definitely centered on Lydia. Something wasn’t quite right and he couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but it was troubling. He forced a smile on his face, looking around at all his friends. He leaned back in his seat, as well, glancing sideways at his best friend and wondering if he could sense whatever it was, too. He didn’t know, but Lydia was right. She didn’t want the attention and he wasn’t going to draw it back to her unnecessarily.
They all needed to relax for a few hours. Whatever his senses were sensing? It could wait for a few hours at least. They’d deal with trouble in the morning if it showed up.
Scott watched Stiles lean back and he smiled and nodded. “Celebrating is good with me.” He said as he reached for another piece of pizza. So much for being full. Stiles had been right.
Lydia watched as her friends started talking again, laughter filling the Stilinski kitchen. She shifted closer to Stiles and rested her head against his shoulder, a small smile pulling at her lips. The door in Stiles’ head was closed, their friends were okay and things all around seemed to be looking up. Something nagged at the back of her mind, whispering to her, but Lydia ignored it, pushed it aside and focused on her friends. Everything else would work itself out eventually.