June 19, 2014

Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here 15/32

Title: Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: NC-17
Authors: Sxymami0909 and Xtremeroswellia
Timeline: Takes place 1 year after the end of ‘Beyond The Sea’
Series: Post Finale AU
Pairings: Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Kira, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Braeden, Alan Deaton, Peter Hale, Malia Tate-Hale, mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Derek/Lydia, mentions of Stiles/Braeden
Part: 15/32
Summary: The one year anniversary of Allison's death is right around the corner just in time for a new threat to make it's way to Beacon Hills. With Lydia's banshee powers growing, and dead bodies piling up near the Nemeton, Scott and his pack need to work together to figure out who's behind the latest attacks and what knew evil is on the lose. Tension is mounting in the pack and relationships will be tested when an old ally returns to town with information that could help the pack. But can the pack trust their old friend or has the year passed hardened him to a point of no return?
Author's Note: This is a Stydia story, but it's a slow burn because a lot needs to be rebuilt and there are mentions of other couples and other friendships along the way. One year has passed between this story and 'Beyond the Sea'. You will get to see the missing year in a series of one-shots taking place between 'Beyond the Sea' and this story later on.
Previous Chapters:  One | Two |  Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen |

Chapter 15

Isaac was shifting restlessly on the couch, waiting for the last two members of Scott’s pack to arrive so they could start the meeting. He sort of didn’t like being in the loop because he wasn’t the world’s greatest liar and Cora kept side-eying him like she knew he knew something, which he did. He had to hand it to her; she was doing a good job of repressing her questions, though. Self-restraint wasn’t usually her best quality.

He shot a glance over at Scott, drumming his fingers on his knee.

“They’ll be here soon,” Scott promised. At least he hoped they would everyone seemed to be getting a bit restless except for Derek who was sitting on the couch reading. He supposed the other man was used to waiting around for Lydia. Scott shook his head and glanced over at Ethan and Aiden who were sitting in the chairs across from Derek. They were both quiet, but it was easy to see Aiden was getting a bit annoyed though he was doing his best to hide it.

Scott glanced back at Isaac and Cora. He took a step towards them and cleared his throat. “Hey, did Peter ever get back to you?” He asked Cora.

She nodded, looking over at Scott and then briefly at Derek. “He and Malia have been in San Francisco, but they’re on their way back. I told him they were probably safer there, but…” She shrugged. Uncle Peter rarely ever made sense to her, and she was related to the guy.

Scott nodded, “So they’re coming back?” He asked glancing between Derek and Cora.

Derek didn’t bother looking away from his book instead he turned the page and continued reading as he spoke. “Yes, and lucky us they’re going to be staying here. Looks like Cora is going to have a roommate,” he said his tone light, though there was the hint of a smirk on his features. That’s what she got for bossing him around when he said he was clearly fine.

Cora made a face at her brother. “I don’t know, I feel a trip to the McCall-Stilinski household coming on,” she informed him with a smirk, folding her arms across her chest. She cast a sidelong glance at Isaac, arching an eyebrow in his direction.

“Mm, not a sleepover trip,” Derek said flipping another page; “Since you invited Peter and Malia here we’re going to have a little family time.” He stated. “A whole apartment full of Hales...the horror.”

“Ugh. Okay I didn’t actually invite them to stay here; Malia invited them to stay here. I told them not to come back until this blew over,” she informed him. “Also I’m eighteen so.” She gave him a look even if her tone was light.

Derek glanced over the top of his book, eyebrow arched. “Malia seems to get that habit from her Father. Neither can tell where they aren’t wanted.” He stated, “You can have all the sleepovers you want...Should I tell Lydia or Kira that you want to have one of those girl nights you know movies and food...you can talk about the boys you like or whatever it is females do when they’re all together,” He said eyeing his sister, humor clear in his gaze.

Derek enjoyed getting a rise out of Cora, plus he was finally genuinely feeling better and his mood despite waiting for the meeting to start was surprisingly good. He wasn’t even sure why.

Cora rolled her eyes at him, and started to make a snarky reply when she caught sight of Kira sitting in one of the chairs and she held it back, not wanting to hurt the other girl’s feelings, even if she didn’t really care that much. “Maybe we will,” she answered instead with a nonchalant shrug, not about to let her older brother get the best of her.

Kira smiled a little at that, looking down at her hands in her lap and feeling slightly out of place until she felt Scott’s hand settle on her shoulder and she smiled a bit more.

There was a knock on the door.

“That’s them,” Cora announced.

Derek glanced at his sister, “Does that mean you want me to get up and let them in? Because I just almost died, who knows what will happen if I get up and walk to the door,” he said half a smile on his face as he glanced at her sister so she would know he was only kidding with her.

Scott squeezed Kira’s shoulder lightly. “I’ll let them in,” he said since he was already standing anyway. He walked over to the door hearing Aiden mumble it was about time under his breath. He gripped the handle and slid open the loft door, smiling and glancing between Lydia and Stiles. “Hey guys.” He said stepping aside, “Glad you’re finally here, people were getting anxious.” He told them.

“Sorry,” Stiles said, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing sideways at Lydia before stepping inside the loft, hair still damp from the shower.

“Can we order pizza now?” Isaac asked, glancing around.

“Pizza’s good,” Ethan agreed, pulling his cell phone out. “I’ll order and pay this time,” he offered.

Isaac sent him a hesitant half smile, “Thanks.” Still not loving the twins. But they’d surprisingly been on their best behavior lately and Isaac guessed that was a start, not that he was suddenly going to start liking them.

Lydia followed Stiles into the loft her hair braided and wrapped in a bun to hide the fact that it was just as damp as Stiles’ probably more so. She shifted her bag on her shoulder sending Scott a small smile when he ran a hand down her arm. She hesitated for a second before breaking away from Stiles and heading over to the couch where Derek was.

She dropped her bag lightly on the floor and then sat down carefully crossing her legs. She felt eyes on her and when she glanced up she spotted Isaac looking at her. Lydia arched an eyebrow, “What’s up?” She asked confused as to why he was looking at her funny.

“You’re wearing jeans. I didn’t even know you owned jeans. I can’t see your legs...it looks so unnatural.” he stated.

Lydia arched an eyebrow, “Do you spend a lot of time looking at my legs?” She asked trying not to laugh thankful that his comment had at least managed to break the tension inside of her.

Isaac scratched the back of his neck his eyes darting briefly to Cora and then back to Lydia, “No, of course not. It’s just that they're always out there for everyone to see and I normally don’t notice because like I said they’re always there, but now that they’re not...well...I noticed. This was one of the comments I should have kept to myself isn’t it?” He asked no one in particular, cheeks flushing slightly.

Cora smirked at him, arching an eyebrow. “Any other observations you’d like to make tonight?”

Stiles hung back, leaning against the wall the way he had the first pack meeting he’d been to in this loft, looking completely calm but feeling anything but. He cast a glance at Derek, who’d draped his arm around Lydia’s shoulders and wondered how long it was going to take the werewolf to put two and two together and rip his throat out with his teeth. He avoided Lydia’s eyes, and he definitely avoided Scott’s because man, when Stiles screwed up, he screwed up massively. He had no business being this pack’s emissary. He wasn’t sure he had any business being any pack’s emissary.

“So, what’s this about?” Aiden asked, not impatiently, just curious, gaze darting from Stiles to Scott. His hands were folded together.

Scott glanced at Stiles trying to figure out what was wrong with his friend, but when he heard Aiden’s question he turned and sent him half a smile. “Well I thought it was time we all sat down and talked about a few things. First being emissaries,” he said lightly. “Do you all know what they are?” He asked curious.

Lydia ignored Scott’s words; she already knew what the meeting was about. She’d been trying to catch Stiles’ gaze for the last ten minutes, but even in the car ride over he hadn’t met her gaze and it was disconcerting. She was distracted, her mind kept drifting back to her house and the feel of Stiles’ hand on her body, his lips, god everything.

Lydia’s heartbeat had picked up speed without her even realizing her gaze focused on the other end of the room where Stiles stood, not even glancing in her direction. She shifted her gaze so it wouldn’t be obvious that she was looking at him, but it didn’t make her thoughts stray. They were still firmly planted on the way he’d made her feel earlier, physically, emotionally, completely.

Lydia shifted in her seat and crossed her legs, trying to focus, but her heart wasn’t in it. No her heart was firmly someplace else entirely as were her thoughts...her very bad thoughts in the middle of a pack meeting where she should be concentrating.

Stiles felt her emotions as clearly as he felt his own and he forced himself to take a deep breath in an attempt to get control over the overwhelming feelings. His gaze shifted momentarily to where Derek’s hand was rubbing Lydia’s shoulder, where his face had been buried not that long ago and he licked his lips, forcing himself to look away from her.

Lydia felt him too and she wished she was feeling him in a more literal sense at the moment. She felt her cheeks warm as her heart once again sped up. Well this wasn’t going to be good.

“Yeah, I know what that is,” Ethan offered, immediately looking over at Stiles with raised eyebrows. He looked around to see if everyone else did.

Kira looked up at Scott uncertainly. “That’s...like someone who advises and guides, right?”

Scott nodded, “Yeah. Typically the only person in the pack who knows the emissary is the alpha, but I kind of feel like that’s dumb.” He said simply. “I want everyone to be able to go to our emissary if they need help or anything.” He glanced over at his best friend and blinked slightly at the look in his eyes. “Stiles,” he said to get his attention. He motioned his best friend over, “Guys Stiles is going to be our emissary.”

Isaac glanced at Cora glad he no longer had to hide that information. He wasn’t good with lying. “Sorry I didn’t tell you,” he leaned in and whispered.

Cora smiled a little, shrugging and almost looking guilty. “It’s fine, Isaac.” She patted his shoulder, ignoring the look that Derek was giving both of them.

“So what exactly does that mean?” Kira asked curiously, glancing from Scott to Stiles.

Stiles pursed his lips, forcing himself to focus on the meeting and not look over at Lydia again. He slid his hands into his jacket pockets. “Think of me as a magic guidance counselor,” he said wryly. “With superb research skills and connections.”

“Superb seems reaching,” Lydia said, “Marginal skills,” she added flippantly catching his gaze.

Isaac snickered, “Lydia researches better than Stiles,” he explained to Cora.

Stiles rolled his eyes, relaxing a little at the hint of teasing in Lydia’s voice. “Yeah, yeah.”

Cora arched an eyebrow at Isaac. “Somehow I kind of doubt it.” She glanced at Lydia. “No offense to you.”

Lydia shrugged catching the muscle in Stiles’ arm twitching out of the corner of her eye. She swallowed heavily. Her fingers ached to trail over his skin.


Lydia straightened up the sound of her name being shouted startling her. “What?” She asked with a huff.

Scott frowned, “I called you three times,” He commented a hint of worry on his face.

“Okay well...what do you want?” She asked with her eyebrow arched, her tone light.

“Did you get a chance to look at the book Stiles brought back from LA?” He inquired figured that must have been part of what took them so long.

Lydia opened her mouth, “Um not yet, but I brought it with me,” she motioned to her bag. “I can translate it tonight.” She offered.

Scott nodded, “I assumed that’s what you guys were working on, but that’s fine.” He said with a smile. “Did you guys figure out the whole connection thing?” He asked glancing between her and Stiles.

Stiles struggled not to react to how very visible her distractedness was. How much it was distracting him. He shifted slightly at Scott’s question, sort of wishing he could sink into the floor. “We got a good jump on it,” he said, not daring to look at Lydia right then. They got a jump on it all right.

Cora looked between him and Lydia, but remained silent.

Ethan arched an eyebrow, then rose to his feet when there was a knock on the door. “Pizza’s here,” he announced, moving to get it as he pulled his wallet out.

Scott smiled at Ethan and then Stiles patting him on the back. “Good. Maybe you guys can get together a couple of times a week and keep working on it,” he said glad that things seemed to have gone okay. He was worried about Lydia, but he knew as long as Stiles was helping her things would be fine.

“Does anyone have questions about the whole emissary thing?” He asked glancing around.

Isaac tilted his head to the side, “I’ve always sort of felt like Deaton was a secret ninja...does that mean Stiles is going to be a secret ninja in training? Is he going to be taking random trips across the globe and holding onto a whole bunch of information until we figure it out ourselves?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

Stiles couldn’t help but smirk at that. “I am a secret ninja, but I’m not going to withhold information. Share the wealth of knowledge and all that.” He waved a hand in front of him, glancing at Isaac, gaze involuntarily shifting to Lydia.

Ethan returned from the door, carrying four large pizza boxes. “Soup’s on,” he announced, carrying the food toward the kitchen table.

Aiden and Isaac got up simultaneously, but while Aiden followed Ethan, Isaac stood in front of Cora, “Pizza?” He asked with a smile as mostly everyone moved to the other room.

Cora rose to her feet. “Pizza,” she confirmed, casting a glance at Stiles and raising an eyebrow at him as she passed. He simply shrugged in return, not quite meeting her eyes.

Lydia watched them go and then bent down and unzipped her duffle bag. She rummaged through it for a minute before pulling the book out and shifting back on the couch glancing over and spotting Derek’s eyes on her. She smiled, “What are you reading?”

“War and Peace,” he told her, offering her a small smile as he watched her closely.

Lydia arched an eyebrow at him, “You’re doing that thing you do.” She said her tone light. “What is it?” She asked softly aware that the loft was full of prying ears.

“Nothing,” he told her, patting her arm lightly. “Just thinking.”

Stiles looked over at them and rubbed the back of his neck before moving over to where Scott stood, watching everyone else. “Pack meeting over?” he asked quietly.

“What is going on with you?” Scott asked quietly, not answering his friend’s question since the answer was obvious. He arched an eyebrow, “Come on man, spill.” He said.

Stiles drew in a breath and let it out slowly, ignoring his urge to look at Lydia again. “I think I just need to get some sleep. I’m running on empty.” It was partially true at least. He couldn’t exactly tell Scott the rest in a room full of werewolves. One of whom he was pretty sure would probably kill him if and when he heard about it.

Scott studied Stiles for a minute and then nodded, “We can head home if you want,” he suggested. “Things have wound down and I’m sure Derek will be kicking everyone out soon anyway.” He told his friend with half a smile.

Everyone but Lydia, Stiles thought with a hint of bitterness that he squashed immediately. “Yeah, that’d be good.” He patted Scott’s arm lightly before moving toward the kitchen to tell the others goodbye.

Lydia frowned, her gaze rising from the book in her hands. Something was wrong with Stiles. She bit her bottom lip hesitating before closing the book softly and standing. “Do you want a slice?” She asked glancing over her shoulder at Derek.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Derek smiled faintly at her and picked his book up once more, smirk forming on his mouth as she headed away.

Lydia walked towards the kitchen passing Scott on the way he opened his mouth and she shook her head, “I’m starving I need food,” she said passing him without waiting for him to say anything. The closer she got to the kitchen and Stiles the quicker her heart beat against her chest. She swallowed heavily and paused beside him, her gaze on the pizza, not him as everyone grabbed some for themselves. “Leaving?” She asked keeping her tone light as she reached for a plate.

Stiles jolted slightly when their hands brushed, white hot electricity shooting through him at the contact as he turned his head to look at her, eyes darkening a little. “Yeah. Didn’t sleep last night and...gotta sleep so I can focus tomorrow. Daevas and...stuff,” he said, feeling his vocabulary fail him as he looked at her.

Lydia glanced at him and nodded, her gaze dropping briefly to his lips before she looked away. “Sleep’s important. People our age need about ten hours a night so cells can repair themselves and the right levels of hormones can be released.” Lydia paused, “But I’m sure you knew that.” She told him.

Stiles opened his mouth to speak and shut it again before he could say something stupid out loud like pretty sure I don’t need any more hormones to be released in the next decade because it felt like that was all his body was even running on at the moment. Just looking at her made him want to grab her, sit her down on the counter and kiss her senseless. And considering they were at her actual boyfriend’s apartment, that wouldn’t end well for anyone. He licked his lips involuntarily. “Yeah. Sleep is good.”

Lydia inhaled deeply as she felt desire stir inside of her and she wasn’t sure if it was his or hers. Yeah, it was definitely time for her to make a quick exit before she did something completely inappropriate. Lydia reached out and her hand brushed against Stiles arm.

Stiles swallowed heavily at the feel of her fingers against his arm and his gaze drifted instantly to her mouth, shifting closer to her almost without thought until Kira appeared.

“Need a plate?” Kira popped up beside them.

Lydia blinked a hint of confusion in her voice, “A plate?”

Kira nodded and waved the plate. The pizza, “Right a plate yes I need a plate I was coming to get pizza.” She told her as she took the plate from Kira who moved back over to Scott. Lydia glanced at Stiles. “I’ll work on the book tonight.” Lydia told him quietly.

Stiles was itching to reach out and trail his fingertips lightly over her skin in return, but he managed to take a small step away from her and look halfway nonchalant about it. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said just as quietly. “Call me tomorrow and let me know? Or tonight. Whichever.” He held his breath.

Lydia paused realizing something, “I don’t have your number.” She told him softly.

Stiles winced at that, guilt flickering over his expression. “Right. God. Sorry,” he said quietly, reaching into his pocket for his phone and searching through his contacts, hitting the button to send her a text so she’d have his number, too. God he was such an asshole.

Lydia reached out gripping his arm lightly feeling his guilt and the distinct impression of particular words. “You’re not.” She told him. “I wouldn’t have wanted it before now, if I had...I would have it.” she told him honestly.

Stiles blinked at that, nodding as he heard her phone ring. “Well now you have it,” he said softly, unaware that Aiden and Isaac were both kind of staring at them.

Lydia nodded her hand still on his arm. “I do.” Her thumb unconsciously slid across his skin, her tongue darting out and brushing the corner of her lip. It was wrong that she wanted to taste him...just run her tongue over every --

“Ready to go?” Scott called out.

Stiles had been following the path of her tongue, feeling dazed as he stared at her, flinching when Scott called out. “I guess that’s...my cue,” he murmured. “Don’t hesitate to call. Or text.” He bit his lower lip as he searched her eyes.

“I might,” Lydia said quietly. She felt something shift inside of her. She didn’t want him to go. What if everything changed tomorrow and went back to the way it was? What if despite what happened today they couldn’t fix things? Worry built in her chest as she broke their gaze.

Wordlessly Stiles reached out, his fingers circling her wrist as he felt the worry build inside of him. He was aware enough of his own emotions to know that the worry didn’t belong to him. He rubbed his thumb lightly over the palm of her hand, meeting her eyes and giving her a tiny smile. “See you soon.” He was barely able to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her, but he caught sight of Kira looking at him curiously and he gave her a small, strained smile before letting go of Lydia and heading away.

Because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

Scott studied his friend curiously before shifting his gaze to his girlfriend and holding a hand out to Kira. “I can drop you off before heading home,” he said with a soft smile.

“Yeah. That’d be great.” She slid her hand into his, smiling softly as the three of them headed for the door.

Stiles could swear Derek’s eyes were on him the whole time.

Lydia moved over to the pizza box and put two slices on a plate finally noticing Aiden and Isaac looking at her. She arched an eyebrow, “Can I help you with something?” she asked lightly with a roll of her eyes. Lydia turned around when they didn’t answer and mumbled something about crazy werewolves before heading back towards Derek.

Lydia sat on the couch and held out the plate to him. “Pizza,” she said lightly.

Derek set his book aside once more, taking the plate from her. “Thank you.” He looked at her for a moment before taking a bite and chewing, looking thoughtful. “Have a good afternoon?”

Lydia glanced at Derek, her gaze shifting towards the kitchen briefly before she pursed her lips. “It was fine.” She said keeping her tone even. It wasn’t like she hadn’t planned on telling Derek. She told him practically everything. Lydia was just waiting for the peanut gallery to head out first. “How about you?” She asked.

Derek smirked a little, but didn’t pursue the issue for the time being. He knew why she wasn’t saying anything. “It was fine. Just did some reading. Cora barely let me out of her sight.”

Lydia turned to face him noticing the smirk on his face and ignoring it for the moment. “It’s because she loves you so suck it up and don’t be a baby,” She said lightly.

Derek grinned at that before grimacing as he recalled what he had to tell her. “Peter and Malia are on their way back from out of town.” He hesitated. “They’re going to be staying here for awhile, until we figure out this daeva situation.”

Lydia scrunched her nose. “Do you want me to make myself scarce while they’re here?” Lydia didn’t particularly like Peter, but she knew he wouldn’t lay a finger on her with Derek there. But still, if Derek wanted some space she would give it to him even though she didn’t particularly like the idea if it especially after he’d been hurt by the daeva’s.

Derek shrugged and took another bite of pizza, chewing and swallowing before he answered her question. “No, I just wanted to give you a heads up since...Peter,” he said honestly.

“Yes, the psychotic one,” Lydia made a face. They hadn’t seen Peter much since she’d told him who Malia was, a decision she questioned on a daily basis, but at the time it had been the only way he would help Stiles. And that had been Lydia’s priority. She wasn’t proud of that, but she couldn’t really take it back either.

Maybe she should go home...But if she went home she’d be alone. Or maybe she wouldn’t. Lydia pursed her lips. Maybe if she went home...Stiles would come over and he could keep her company. Her heartbeat sped up again without any direction from her, but the thought of Stiles lead to thoughts of other things and oh god she was turning into a guy. She’d always been very physical. It wasn’t like she’d gone without anything over the past year, but Lydia was pretty sure one afternoon with Stiles Stilinski of all freaking people had completely melted her brain.

Lydia shifted her gaze to Derek and leaned back against the couch. “I’ll probably stay until he gets here and then head home...if that’s okay.” She asked quietly trying to focus her suddenly very active brain on the man in front of her.

“Of course it’s okay.” He smiled back at her, studying her for a moment and finishing off his piece of pizza.

Within a half an hour, the pizza was completely gone and Cora had headed up to bed, the rest of the pack filtering out of the loft and going back to their respective living spaces, although Isaac and Aiden both cast curious looks in Lydia’s direction on their way out. Derek wasn’t surprised. It was kind of obvious that something had happened today. The shift in atmosphere was a pretty good signal to that.

Lydia was silent for several minutes, her gaze on the book that she’d spent the last half hour starting to translate. When she was certain Isaac and Aiden were no longer within hearing distance she hesitated and then turned slightly, closing the book and glancing at Derek trying to read his expression.

“So, should we talk about this?” She asked lightly as she pulled her legs up onto the couch so she was completely facing him now.

“Probably,” Derek agreed, nodding and turning to face her, as well.

Lydia bit her bottom lip. “I slept with Stiles.” She whispered seconds before her hands flew to her mouth and covered it, her eyes widening. It wasn’t a surprise to her, but she couldn’t seem to help her reaction once the words had been said out loud. Admitting them out loud sort of made everything real, not that it wasn’t real before because it was…very real.

Derek raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement on his face. “Okay. I take it things are going better between the two of you then.”

Lydia dropped her hand, her brows drawing together. “I don’t know...we didn’t really talk.” She admitted. “We were sort of fighting...and then I hit him and things just sort of spiraled in the wrong direction from there,” she said not sure why her face was warm. Lydia didn’t embarrass easily. “And then Scott called because well meeting, but in my defense I didn’t know we had a meeting so...yeah.” Lydia pressed her lips together.

Derek rubbed a hand over his mouth, mostly to try and stop himself from laughing at the way she turned red. He didn’t even know Lydia Martin got embarrassed. “I see.”

“You’re not judging me are you? Because friends don’t judge...wait are you amused?” Lydia’s mouth dropped open and she reached out and slapped him gently. “This isn’t funny Derek.” She sighed lightly.

“It’s a little funny,” he informed her, smirking when she slapped his arm. “But only a little.”

Lydia rolled her eyes. “Yes, it’s hilarious that I’m just as bad as any hormonal teenager. Good for me,” she snarked though it wasn’t just about that. It was Stiles. It was so much more than that. She was quiet for a minute. “Is this going to change things here?” She asked her tone light as she glanced at him, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze.

Derek cocked his head to the side, watching her for a moment. “Do you want things to change here?”

“No,” she said honestly. “I mean outside of the obvious,” Lydia commented. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend,” and that was a big deal to her considering no one had, had that title since Allison’s death. She reached out and rested a hand on Derek’s arm. “I can still come here? You’ll still have a place for me?” She asked quietly.

They had talked about this a long time ago. Not a long talk, just her very simple statement that if Stiles came back, things between them would pretty much be done. But at the time she and Derek hadn’t been the kind of friends they were now and Lydia didn’t want to lose that friendship.

“Lydia.” Derek’s voice was quiet and he shook his head. “You’re not going to lose me. We’re fine. We never stepped beyond the boundaries of what we were doing, right?” His voice was gentle. “So of course you’re always going to have a place here.”

Lydia nodded. “I just wanted to make sure.” she said softly. Lydia grinned a minute later, “Do you know what this means? You are now my girlfriend who’s a guy.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “This is going to be wonderful.” She said simply.

Derek made a face. “I’ll be your best guy friend, but I am definitely not your girlfriend.”

Lydia pursed her lips. “Fine, I’ll accept that, but only because I feel like I wouldn’t be able to convince you otherwise and I know how to pick and choose my battles.” She told him. “Now, I think you should put your book away and help me translate this book,” she held it up, “So that I don’t text or call Stiles like he told me too. Because I am stronger willed than that.” Even though she really apparently wasn’t since all she wanted to do was call him and hear his voice...his breath, warm wet mouth, crap.

“Lydia, I don’t speak Latin,” he pointed out. “But I can hide your phone if you want.” Stiles didn’t deserve to be off the hook that easily, in his opinion. Not with leaving in the first place and not with the attitude he’d been sporting. And not when he’d put Cora’s life in danger, apparently.

Lydia made a face, “God if it’s this obvious to you, then all the years I’ve spent training boys to fall on my every whim are now officially over as I descend into the patheticness of mooning over one guy,” she said with mock disgust. “I think I’ve died a little inside.” She said while pulling her phone out from her jeans pocket and holding it out to him with a sigh.

“I think it’s more that I know you better than any of those guys you spent training to fall for your every whim,” Derek informed her as he took her phone.

Lydia smirked, “That would make me and my self-esteem feel a lot better.” She told him. She grabbed her book, post it notes and pen and shifted back onto the couch trying to get comfortable. “I hate jeans.” She stated while crossing her legs and resting the book against her thighs.

Derek just laughed as he glanced over at her humor in his gaze, “Wore them so you wouldn’t be tempted on the way back huh?” He inquired as he slipped her phone into his pocket.

Lydia’s mouth dropped open, her cheeks coloring once again as she closed the book and hit him with it. “You’re a terrible person.” She said with a pout as he chuckled. “And entirely correct,” she added with her own smirk. She shook her head and settled in on the couch opening the book again. Sometimes it bugged her how well Derek knew her.

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