Title: Never Too Late
Authors: Sxymami0909 & Xtremeroswelia
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Timeline: Set after 3.18 ‘Riddled’ AU from there.
Sequel To: Never Know What Hit You
Word Count: 155, 704
Pairings: Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Kira, Allison/Isaac, Sheriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Peter Hale
Summary: In the wake of the Nogitsune's distruction Stiles is attempting to put his life back together, but things are never as easy as they seem. Meanwhile Scott attemps to mend his fractured pack but is it too late to fix what's been broken? Or will the past few months strengthen the bond between them? Lydia's link with Stiles has only grown stronger since the death of the Nogitsune and now she can feel Scott too leading Lydia to seek out information about her banshee origins from an unlikely source. While new relationships form, others are tested. Can our favorite trio fix what's been broken or will Scott's pack be broken forever?
Previous Chapters: | One |
Stiles looked down at the strawberry-blonde who’d fallen asleep in his arms in his bed. He laid his head back against his headboard, his chest tight and growing tighter the longer he lay there doing nothing to solve this and make it better. After watching her sleep for a little while, he couldn’t lay there idle any longer. He gently shifted her out of his arms so that her head was on his pillow, reaching over and grabbing another pillow for her to wrap her arms around in his place. He pulled the blankets up and over her. “I’m gonna fix this,” he whispered. “I swear to god I’m gonna fix this for you.”
He backed out of his bedroom and headed down the stairs toward the kitchen where he found Scott and Ms. McCall sitting at the kitchen table. “Scott?”
Scott glanced up at the sound of Stiles’ voice. He’d just spent the last twenty minutes filling his mom in on what Derek had told him about Lydia when she first woke up and what happened at the hospital before they left. Not that it really needed to be said, it was clear something wasn’t quite right with Lydia when they’d brought her back to the house.
Scott could feel the anxiety coming from Stiles and his heart went out to his friend. He couldn’t imagine what he was going through. Scott also couldn’t help but wonder if Stiles had his memories back now that Lydia was awake. He hadn’t mentioned anything, but then again they hadn’t really had a chance to talk alone. “Yeah, man?”
“I need to get a hold of Deaton.” His voice was firm. “I don’t have his number, and I don’t...I don’t know what happened to my phone anyway.” Which was sort of true. He’d given it to Chris Argent the night he’d begged the man to kill him. But he didn’t know if Chris still had it or even remembered that he had it, or what had happened to it.
Scott’s brows drew together, “Do you think he’ll know how to fix what’s wrong with Lydia?” He asked as he shifted in his seat and dug into his pocket until his fingers curled around his cell phone. He tugged it out of his pocket and slid his finger over the screen. Scott scrolled through the phone until he came to Deaton’s number, “Do you want me to call? Or do you want to?” He asked holding the phone out for his friend.
“I’m not sure he’s gonna wanna talk to me after the last time. Would you…” He winced, then shook his head. “I’ll do it.” He reached out and took the phone from Scott, hitting the call button on the phone and willing his voice to stay calm and not let the anger and frustration seep into it while he talked to the older man.
Deaton was in the middle of stocking vaccines in the mini refrigerator when his phone rang. He glanced over his shoulder and considered not answering it for a minute, but the insistent ringing made him feel like it was important. He put the last vile down and then move towards his phone, reaching forward and answering it. “Hello?” He said lightly into the phone. “It’s Stiles.” He forced himself to take a deep breath, moving farther away from the kitchen. “Lydia woke up last night.” He chewed on his lower lip, knowing he had to be careful what he said since his best friend had werewolf super hearing and was most likely paying attention. “She woke up screaming. And she has my memories. And she shouldn’t, so what can we do about that?”
Deaton was surprised to hear from Stiles, though when it came to Lydia, he probably shouldn’t be. He frowned at Stiles’ words. “She’s awake and she has your memories,” he repeated his brows furrowing. “What is her mental state like?” He inquired as he made his way over to his bookshelves.
“Not so great. Like not great at all. She’s upset pretty much any time she’s conscious, to the point that she had to be sedated at the hospital earlier today. I can’t let her deal with this so I need you to please tell me how to fix this.” He shut his eyes.
Deaton was silent for a minute. He turned away from his bookshelf not needing any references for what was wrong with the young banshee. He walked to his desk and sat down. “The reason Lydia still has your memories is because when she pulled the Nogitsune into her body, she pulled everything from you into her.” He explained.
“Lydia most likely got lost in those memories while she was unconscious and something must have brought her back so quickly that she wasn’t able to separate herself from the memories before regaining consciousness.” Deaton told Stiles as he sat on the corner of his desk. “She feels things different than we do and the emotions are likely overwhelming her mind.”
Deaton knew he hadn’t gotten to the point yet and Stiles was probably getting anxious. “There’s a simple fix, but it might take a day or two and it’s going to leave Lydia a bit weak. You need to bring her into a meditative state, where the only thoughts she hears are her own and once she gets to the right point you’ll know because she’ll have the urge to scream. Tell her to follow the urge and scream.” He said his fingers tapping against the desk.
Stiles forced himself to take a deep breath, listening intently to what Deaton was saying. He screwed up a lot. More times than he could ever even count. But this he couldn’t screw up. This he had to get 100 percent right. This was Lydia’s life. Her mind. She needed him to fix this so she could be herself again, the way she’d fixed him and returned him to himself.
“Once she screams it should clear her mind of everything to do with the Nogitsune and she’ll be back to her normal self.”
“Okay. Meditative state. Got it. Anything else? Circle of salt? What am I supposed to do in this ritual?” He really needed Deaton to give him some kind of task. Any kind of task. He just needed to be involved.
Deaton almost laughed at Stiles questions. Almost. “There needs to be a physical connection between the two of you, hand holding would work well. It might take more than the first time to get her to focus her thoughts though, so be patient.” He said.
“Right. Hand holding. Okay.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Should this be done under a full moon or anything? Does that matter? I know that matters in some rituals.”
Deaton cocked his head to the side even though Stiles couldn’t see him and shifted the phone in his hand, “No. It can be done at any time. You need a quiet space though. No interruptions.”
“Okay. That’s easy. That should be easy to pull off.” He exhaled. “All right. Thanks, Deaton.” He hesitated. “I’m sorry. About before. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that.”
Deaton smiled as he once again shifted the phone to his other ear, “It’s a scary thing to think that someone you care for is hurting,” he said with understanding. “Might I inquire as to how you’re doing?” He asked shifting forward wondering if Stiles had gotten his memories back now that Lydia was awake.
“I’m all right. Feeling better every day.” What a joke, he thought. “Still tired, but...I guess that’s normal right? I read that’s normal after you’ve been possessed,” especially when you’d been possessed for as long as he had been.
“It’s normal,” Deaton agreed. He was quiet hesitating for a minute as he shifted the phone to his other hand, “I know you don’t always like my methods, but if you were to need something during your recovery to help ease the transition, there are several different kinds of memory suppressants that I could provide you with,” he paused glancing down at his feet as his brows drew together, his grip tightening on the phone, “Dealing with the aftermath of having a dark spirit take over your body...having to live with the things he’s done with your face...it’s a burden someone so young shouldn’t have to bare.”
Stiles held his breath at the older man’s words, casting a glance toward the kitchen where his best friend and his best friend’s mom were sitting. “It’s not an issue right now, but I will definitely keep it in mind.” He hoped that his heart hadn’t skipped a beat to alert Scott to the fact he’d just lied. Or that if it had, that he was wrong and Scott wasn’t listening at all. Or that he was listening but only to his end of the conversation. “Thanks, Deaton.”
Deaton supposed that answered that question. “Well then let me know how things go with Lydia and if you need anything else,” he said pushing himself away from his desk and walking back out in the main examination room in the back.
“I will. Thanks,” he told him, hesitating and then hanging up the call. He stood in the living room for a moment, staring at the fireplace blankly.
Scott shifted his focus to his mom when he heard Stiles hang up the phone. If he hadn’t been so distracted he probably would have heard the skip in his friend’s heartbeat, but as it was he was barely able to focus on what his mother was saying. He shook himself out of his thoughts and glanced at his mom, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” He said with a tired smile.
Melissa frowned and reached out cupping her son’s cheek. “Are you okay sweetheart, you seem tired. Have you been sleeping okay?” She asked.
Scott shrugged, “On and off...there’s just a lot going on and I want to make sure Stiles is okay, and I still have to check in on Allison and Isaac and tell them Lydia is awake,” he let his voice trail off. “There’s a lot to do,” he told her. And he had to do it because he was the alpha...he needed to start helping everyone rebuild what they’d lost.
Stiles paused just outside the kitchen, catching the tail end of Scott’s conversation with his mother. He rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. His best friend wasn’t sleeping. Something else he’d been the cause of. His karmic debt pile seemed to be piling up to infinite levels and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was ever going to be possible to work that kind of thing off. Somehow he couldn’t help but feel doubtful. Swallowing hard, he forced a tiny smile onto his face and moved inside, holding the phone out. “Thanks, Dude. Sounds like it’s gonna be an easy fix, so score one for that.”
Scott glanced up and smiled as he took the phone, “I’m glad, you deserve that much after everything,” he joked with a slight laugh as he slid his phone into his pocket and then rubbed the back of his neck. “Since schools finally over I was thinking of stopping by the Argents place real quick. I uh- I haven’t checked on Allison in a while and I’m sure she’s going to want to know Lydia is awake.” There was still a pretty thick tension between him and Allison because of her taking her father’s side over his when it came to how to deal with Stiles.
Stiles didn’t agree. He didn’t deserve to have anything come easy. But this time it wasn’t about him. It was about Lydia and getting her back to normal. Because she certainly didn’t deserve to be going through this. Not after everything she’d already been through. “That’s a good idea,” Stiles told Scott, nodding.
Melissa reached out and rested a hand on her sons arm. “Check in on Isaac for me too please,” she told him as she glanced at Stiles and smiled warmly. “I’m thinking lasagna for dinner tonight, how does that sound?”
Stiles looked over at Ms. McCall, nodding. “Sounds really good, actually. And you always make the best lasagna.”
Stiles paused briefly, “Maybe we should all get together for dinner or something once Lydia’s back to normal.” He dreaded seeing Allison again, seeing Isaac. And Chris. The thought made his stomach turn. But he had to start helping the pack put things back together. To make them stronger again. They needed it. And he needed to help out. “You know, maybe invite Derek, too. If he’s comfortable with the idea.”
Surprise filled Scott’s face and he stared at his best friend for a minute before realizing he was staring. “Yeah...yeah that might be a good idea, getting everyone together.” The tightness in his chest eased a bit, maybe Stiles really was getting better. He seemed to be doing okay so far and Scott was thankful. “I’ll talk to her about it and we might want to start Derek out with just immediate family dinners,” he joked letting a genuine smile shine through for Stiles. God, he really had missed his best friend.
Stiles gave Scott his best reassuring smile, gripping his shoulder momentarily when Scott smiled back at him a smile he hadn’t seen from him in ages. It was both comforting and heartbreaking in different ways, and for different reasons.
Melissa smiled, “You boys can invite Derek anytime you’d like,” she said pushing her chair back and getting up to start getting dinner ready for later, knowing her way around the Stilinski kitchen like she did her own.
Scott glanced at him mom, “Maybe I’ll-”
A loud terrified scream erupted from upstairs startling Scott and Melissa and making everyone jerk their heads in the direction of the stairs where Stiles’ bedroom was.
The sound of Lydia screaming had him letting go of Scott and taking the stairs two at a time with the expertise of someone who’d done the same thing in a rush on multiple occasions.
“Lydia!” He burst into his bedroom, chest tightening when he saw her thrashing against the sheets. He crossed the room in seconds, reaching out and gathering her into his arms. “Hey, Lydia. It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re okay,” he whispered.
The feel of cool hands tight on her skin and soft words startled Lydia awake right as Scott and Melissa burst through the door. Lydia blinked her body shivering and when her eyes focused on Stiles a brief minute of panic surged inside of her and she jerked away from him. “No,” she gasped.
Stiles immediately let go of her when she shuddered, pulling away from him with a horrified expression on her face. He was across the room, back against the wall right as the McCall’s came in. The expression on his face was stricken, guilt-ridden, all color drained from his face. God. He’d never wanted to see Lydia look at him like that. How can she not, murderer? a voice inside of his head whispered, sounding a lot like Scott’s dad.
It took Lydia a minute to focus enough for her to realize she was awake and it was Stiles in front of her not the Nogitsune.
Lydia blinked, “Stiles?” She shifted her heartbeat finally slowing down. She caught sight of Scott and his mother and she swallowed hard her gaze darting back to Stiles noticing the look on his face. Lydia’s chest tightened and she frowned. “What happened? What’s going on?” She pushed herself off the bed standing on shaky legs and taking several steps towards Stiles, reaching out to him, needing the reassurance of his touch.
Stiles shut his eyes at the confusion on Lydia’s face as she climbed out of bed. His heart was pounding hard in his chest as his mind flashed back to the moment he’d cornered her in school. How he’d trapped her against the door, taunting her. Saying terrible things to her, that while he might have thought them in passing, he never in a million years wanted to say to her. He’d never wanted to hurt Lydia in any way and he had and now how could he even hold a grudge against Jackson for the terrible things he’d said and done to her throughout their entire relationship?
He remembered the Nogitsune taunting him even as he kissed her, telling him all the terrible things he was going to do to her. Not then, but it was on the thing’s very long list of horrible things it was planning. And it would have eventually happened. God, how could he even be anywhere around her, knowing that?
Scott looked away from Stiles, his chest tight. “Are you okay Lydia?” He asked quietly, “Do you need anything? Water or something?” He asked not sure what to do as he glanced between the redhead and his best friend.
Lydia wasn’t even looking at Scott as she shook her head, “Just Stiles,” she said softly not sure what had put that look on his face, but not liking it one bit.
Stiles swallowed hard, opening his eyes again and struggling not to look like he wished he could sink into the floor. His brown eyes met her green ones even in the semi-darkness in the room and he managed to force a small, reassuring smile onto his face. “You screamed. It just startled me. It’s fine.”
Lydia frowned, “You left me,” she said quietly, “You promised.” she took a step closer to him. “Please don’t leave,” she wasn’t sure why it felt like he was lying to her, but Scott was there and Ms. McCall was there. This was their Stiles, not the Nogitsune and he wouldn’t lie to her. She pressed herself against his chest, resting a hand on his arm, “When you leave...he comes,” she whispered, “Stiles help me,” she said softly as her hand clenched around his arm. Lydia knew no one was actually there. She killed the Nogitsune, but her head...it felt like he was there with all the memories and thoughts that kept popping in even things that didn’t happen, but could have. Somehow being near Stiles calmed the memories and let her rest, almost like his presence was enough to remind her that everything was okay now.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, hesitantly reaching out and laying a hand on her shoulder. “I had to talk to Dr. Deaton. He knows how to fix this.” His eyes were sad as he gazed at her, feeling her fingers curl around his arm a little more tightly. “We can fix this, Lydia. And you won’t have to…” He grimaced. “Be seeing those things.”
Scott frowned at Stiles, something wasn’t right. His heart was beating too fast and he was barely touching Lydia. Something that he’d noticed about his friends over the past few months was how much they seemed to lean on each other. The touches were friendly, careful, and many. It just seemed to be how they communicated, which was why seeing Stiles keep his distance was a strange sight. Lydia’s voice pulled Scott from his thoughts.
“Thank god,” she said with a sigh. “Are we fixing it now?” Lydia asked as she slid her hand down his arm until she was able to curl her fingers around his. “I’m tired,” she told him tilting her head to the side, “You look tired too...should we fix it later instead?”
Stiles felt Scott’s eyes on him, knew that he was suspicious and he had to be careful. He drew in a breath, squeezing Lydia’s hand gently. “Maybe we should just go ahead and work on it now. Unless you’re too tired. We can wait if you’re too tired.” Because no way in hell was he about to sleep.
Lydia shook her head, “Now is good.” She wanted this things memories out of her head so she could stop acting as crazy as she felt.
Melissa pursed her lips, “Do you two need anything from us?” She wasn’t sure what they had to do, but it never hurt to ask. She hated to see them struggling the way they were.
Stiles turned to look at Ms. McCall, shaking his head. “We just need to be in a quiet place, uninterrupted. So we can do this and uh...she’s gonna have to scream, so…” His gaze darted to Scott. “Might be a good time to go visit Allison and Isaac.” His voice grew quieter.
Scott winced and nodded, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He hesitated, “I’ll be back though.” He told them sending Stiles one last look before ducking out of his best friend’s room. He was probably just reading into things too much.
Melissa watched Scott go before turning back to Stiles and Lydia. They had mentioned the girl’s propensity for screaming, she supposed she’d finally get to hear what it was all about. “Okay, well I’ll leave you two kids to it then, but remember if you need me I’m just downstairs.” She told them pointedly.
“Thanks, Ms. McCall,” Stiles told her quietly, offering her a small smile. “I don’t know how long this’ll take. Just...don’t be alarmed by the screaming, okay? Just part of the fixing it thing.” He didn’t dare utter the word ritual because it had quickly become one of Stiles’ least favorite words in the English language.
Melissa chuckled and nodded, “Got it,” she said feeling slightly better than before about Stiles state of mind as she stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.
Stiles watched her go, then turned his attention back to Lydia once more. “Okay, so Deaton said we needed to basically quiet our minds, and get into a meditative state. And then when you’re ready, you’ll feel it. You’ll need to scream then.” He squeezed her hand.
Lydia arched an eyebrow, “How?” She asked. If she knew how to quiet everything going on in her head this wouldn’t be an issue. She sighed, “I don’t know how. I want to make everything quiet, I just...there’s so much.”
He gazed at her. “Maybe some music would help. Like something without lyrics. And maybe candles. Kinda sets the mood for meditation, you know?”
Lydia arched an eyebrow her hand pulsing around his arm gently, “For meditation or a romantic evening?” She asked a hint of amusement coming through her tone making her sound more like herself than she had in weeks.
A quiet, surprised noise escaped him at her question. “Uh.” He swallowed hard. He didn’t really know how to respond to that.
“It was a joke,” she offered with a sigh stepping back from him. The minute she released his arm and put distance between them a strange anxiety built in her chest. What the hell was wrong with her? Lydia brought her hand up to her head and rubbed it gently as she closed her eyes. “Music is good,” she said finally, “Something soft maybe...I don’t know.”
Stiles watched as she pulled away. “Right, sorry. My brain is still foggy from sleep, you know?” Not that he’d actually slept recently. He moved over to his iPod, scrolling through it and turning a relaxation playlist on that he’d been using to try and soothe his nightmares before things had gotten so much worse. “How’s this?”
Lydia heard the soft sounds start to travel through the room and she nodded. She opened her mouth but before she could say anything another memory flashed through her head and she squeezed her eyes shut. It was getting worse. Lydia took a deep breath, “Stiles,” her voice was soft and shaky, “I-” she wasn’t sure what to say. She didn’t know what she needed outside of him. “Can you--will you sit with me?” She asked reaching out her hand to him.
Stiles took her hand instantly, moving over to sit beside her on the mattress. “Hey it’s gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be gone soon, okay?”
Lydia nodded. She squeezed his hand and then slid back on the bed until she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the comforter. “Help me relax?” She asked softly tugging him gently wanting him to move closer.
He drew in a breath, shifting on the bed as well and keeping hold of her hand. He shifted so that he was facing her, taking her other hand in his, as well. He hadn’t lit candles, but he was starting to feel anxious about getting this over with so she wouldn’t be suffering. He rubbed his thumbs over the back of her hands soothingly. Their knees were touching, as well. He smiled faintly. “We’ll fix this, Lyds.”
She returned his smile with a tired one of her own. “I know...you always fix things,” she said keeping her voice low as she took several deep breaths and let them out slowly focusing on the feel of his thumb rubbing over her skin.
His heart hurt at that. Maybe he used to fix things. Or try to fix things. But he had so much to fix now that it was overwhelming. It didn’t mean he was going to quit trying, though.
Lydia’s eyes fluttered shut and she felt some of the tension draining from her body, “That feels nice,” she commented softly, keeping her focus on Stiles and nothing else, doing her best to push aside the chatter in her head.
“Yeah, it does,” he murmured, letting his eyes drift closed as well, feeling the warmth and weight of her hands in his calming him, as well.
Lydia focused on the slightly rough pad of Stiles’ thumb, the way his digit slipped over her skin methodically. Steady and reassuring. Her body shifted forward, putting their knees flush against each other as she rested their entwined hands on her lap. They stayed like that for a while and Lydia wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when the voices started to quiet down hope surged in her chest. “Stiles I think it’s working,” she whispered, tightening her grip on his hands.
“Good,” he whispered, doing his best to clear his own mind, as well. “Just breathe. You’ll feel it when it’s time.” He continued the motion of his thumbs against her skin, not even sure why he was doing it but feeling like he needed to keep doing it. It was helping him to focus, too, though he wasn’t sure how that worked.
Lydia continued her deep breathing and her body grew heavy. And then suddenly everything was quiet. Her eyes blinked open and she froze when she found herself standing in an empty white room. Lydia spun around taking everything in, but there was nothing anywhere through the large expanse of white room aside from a door to the back. And it was sealed shut. Her brows furrowed, “Hello?” she called out quietly, but there was no answer. She took a step forward her bare feet hitting the cool white floor. Where was she? What happened to Stiles?
She felt her heart picking up speed even as she told herself to calm down. Was she sleeping? Lydia had no clue. Her chest felt heavy and she placed a hand against it. She stopped moving as the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Lydia swallowed hard turning her body slowly coming face-to-face with the thing wearing Stiles face. The evil glint in his eyes and the lopsided smirk on his face made her heart clench and then she felt it, building in her throat.
Lydia’s head jerked back shaking the bed she and Stiles were sitting on. She sucked in a deep breath and let loose a scream louder than night she’d defeated the Nogitsune. Her face was screwed up in pain, her hands clenched tight around Stiles’, as her lungs pushed out her scream. Glass cracked, as the energy in the house vibrated around them, the sound filling the late afternoon at a decibel that could be heard by a certain set of people from miles away.
Lydia’s lungs burned with the need for oxygen and as the scream died down she felt her body waver as she fought to stay upright, the force of the scream knocking more than just the wind out of her.
At the same time Stiles wasn’t sure what was happening. One moment he was sitting with Lydia on his bed, trying to get both of them to relax enough that they could hit a meditative state and Lydia could literally scream memories -- his memories -- out of her head. And the next he was standing in the woods. Distantly he was aware that this wasn’t exactly real. He wasn’t really standing in the woods, except it sure felt like he was standing in the woods. He could feel the cool night air prickling at his skin making him wish he was wearing his jacket.
He looked around and it took him a moment to recognize his surroundings. He knew this place. Why did he know this place? At first he thought he was near Malia’s coyote den, but no. This was another familiar place. The Nemeton, he realized, his heart skipping a beat as he slowly moved toward it. He could still feel pressure on his hands, but when he looked at them, he saw nothing out of place.
Stiles held his breath as he approached the old dead tree stump, watching as thousands of fireflies began to emerge from the cracks. He suddenly remembered reaching out, plunging his fist into the Oni’s chest and ripping out its heart -- one of the fireflies. He watched as the Oni began to form in front of him and he backed away nervously. What was happening? He wasn’t possessed anymore, and they shouldn’t be coming for him. Not now. Not unless they were coming for revenge for their dead comrades. The ones he’d killed.
“Please don’t,” he whispered. “I’m not -- I’m not possessed anymore.”
They flanked him on either side and his heart began pounding harder, fear wracking his body as he tried to watch them all but there were too many to keep an eye on all at once. One of them reached out, putting a hand on his head and Stiles felt a cold chill flood his body. He tried to scream but he couldn’t manage it. It felt like the Oni was draining his very life force right out of him - or what little was left of it, anyway. The best he could manage was a whimper as his body slowly sank onto the ground. Distantly he heard the screaming.
And then everything went black.
Melissa was in the middle of washing dishes when the scream sounded through the house, her hands immediately going to her ears, her eyes widening as things shook around her. She jerked her head up to the ceiling as fear filled her despite Stiles’ warnings. She dropped her hands and turned running for the stairs.
Derek wrapped a towel around his waist as he got out of the shower, glad to finally be back in his own place again. He had just stepped into the main room of the loft when a sharp cry tore through the silence of his apartment bringing him to his knees. Pain ripped into his ears as he tossed his head back and roared. Lydia
Scott slipped his keys into his pocket and was just stepping into the Argents apartment building when the scream ripped through the air around him. He sucked in a sharp breath and fell to the ground, his head feeling like it was going to explode. His heart pounded as his eyes changed, fangs emerging. Beneath the current of Lydia’s scream he heard Derek and Isaac. When the sound broke he sucked in sharp breath and fear settled in the pit of his stomach. He pushed himself up and ran back to the his bike. He needed to get to Stiles and Lydia, everything else could wait.