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“I need your help.”
That was the last thing the banshee heard in her friend’s voice. Truth be told, she almost didn’t heard it at all, it was like the sound was trying too hard to be heard but it was not louder or strong or fearless like she used to hear but somehow it still managed to be calm and soft and it still managed to be everything she needed.
The truth is, Lydia cannot remember the last thing Allison said to her before she died. She remembers most of their conversations but she doesn’t remember the last sentence, the last words, and sometimes, when things get hard this is the thing that eats her alive.
She hopes it was something beautiful. Like Ally’s last words to Scott and her father and she hopes that the last thing her best friend heard coming out from her mouth was beautiful too.
“My life wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“Be careful.”
“You know you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, right?” Right.
Right. Right. Right.
She imagined this scenario too many times in her head, especially when Stiles is not with her and she cannot sleep. The words always changes but they still have the same meaning.
She wishes so damn much that it was something beautiful.
Having the opportunity to talk to Allison again was like a new world full of possibilities, like she had found the land of Oz or something, but Lydia was scared to death that she would miss it, or that she already has because it’s been two hours since she last spoke to Allison. Two freaking hours since the hunter’s voice disappeared into the air like an awful long distance phone call and did not come back.
Two hours since Lydia Martin have been sitting on the floor in the middle of her living room trying her best to stay calm, hoping that somehow Allison will contact her soon.
But she doesn’t.
One of the many perks of being friends with Kira is that the young kitsune really has a way of getting her mind out of things.
Lydia decided to relax a little bit, she had spent the last two hours trying to contact Allison without any results. Moreover, the worst thing was, she had no idea of what she was doing. That’s when Kira called her on skype for their weekly update.
She placed the ipad on the coffee table and answered the call.
Nothing much was happening on Kira’s life but she told Lydia all of her daily adventures with Malia, who is her roommate in New York.
“It’s actually funny how much I miss you two.”
“Oh, you’d didn’t expect to miss us this much, Miss Martin?” Kira said, joking.
“Ha ha.” She said ironically, in a way that reminded her too much of her boyfriend.
“But yeah, I bet it’s the same of how much I miss you three.”
“Oh, I’m glad you do.”
Lydia always felt like she was friends with Kira and Malia but it actually took a while for them to be this close, she blames the supernatural shit that always got in the way of their girls night.
(She also blames herself, not that she ever admits it, for not wanting to hang out with them all the time when Stiles and Malia were dating. When hanging out with the pack felt like she was interrupting a double date. When she used to think they didn’t enjoy her company like they used to. Mostly, it hurt too much thinking that he didn’t love her.)
(He did.
He loved her so much that he dated someone else to get over her.
But he failed.
He always loved her.
He never stopped loving her.
He decided, when she was smiling to him on Deaton’s animal clinic after the pack saved her from Eichen House, that he would never try to stop loving her again.
When they wake up together on a Sunday morning and spent all morning in bed talking about the most random stuff or just staying in silence while he draw circles in her skin with his fingers and he says how beautiful and intelligent she is, she thinks he will never stop loving her.
She also thinks she will never stop loving him.)
“How’s the guys?”
“You mean, how’s Scott?”
“Actually no, I want to hear about Stiles too.”
“Well, Stiles is fine and Scott is fine too.” She said a bit too quickly knowing what subject Kira wanted to talk. “Which one you want to hear details about?”
She gave a shy smile when Lydia finished her sentence.
“My ex-boyfriend maybe? Since we’re trying to keep in touch just as friends but our last call was a bit awkward.”
They talked and talked until there was nothing left to talk about and they both were laughing at some stupid thing Lydia told about one of her classes.
“Lydia, I think I found something,” Stiles said while entering her apartment, “Oh, hi Faye.”
“Hey!” She replied from the couch. “How are you?”
“Fine thanks, what are you doing?”
“Oh, she’s been binge watching Jessica Jones for the last four hours.” Lydia told him and kissed him.
“So, Lyds, I think I found something that could help you with um, that project you were talking about yesterday.”
Lydia laughed and made a sign to Stiles for them to go to her room but Faye didn’t really seem to notice or care about it.
“Wow that was so close.” He said, closing the door of Lydia’s bedroom.
“Close to what, exactly?”
“You shouldn’t underestimate Faye’s ability of caching things in the air. We spent too much time with her, she can easily find out our little secret.”
“God, you’re so paranoid.” Lydia rolled her eyes at him and Stiles let out a small smile.
“Yes but I’m usually right.”
“I hate to admit it but yeah, that’s true.”
“I think she has a crush on Scott.”
“Does Scott crushes her back?”
“Oh, that’s secret info.”
“Even to me?” She said fake annoyed and narrowed her eyes at him.
“Even to you.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I’m shocked too.”
“Okay, if you can’t tell me it means you don’t know.”
“I have no idea! And it’s bothering me so much because he’s my best friend and I need to know. He’s so sweet with her but that’s Scott, he’s sweet with everyone.”
“Unlike you.”
“Exactly. Everyone could see I had a crush on you in high school because I was nice to you while being an ass to everyone else.”
“Or maybe everyone knew because you’d never shut up it.”
“So, I wasn’t an ass in high school?”
“Oh yes, you definitely were and sometimes kinda is but to be honest you are a nice one.”
“Thanks, you have an unique way of complimenting people.”
“That’s why you like me so much.”
“Yeah, one of the many reasons.”
“So, why don’t you just ask Scott.”
“What fun would that be? And besides, he won’t admit it so I’m just gonna sit back and see what happens.”
“How very un Stiles of you.”
“Well, maybe I’m changing.”
She looked at him and gave a seriously look. “Please don’t.”
“And I think” She continued before he could say anything. “We should give Scott time instead of getting in the way of his love life.”
“That’s very…mature.”
“That’s very Scott. If you remember correctly he knew I liked you way before I told you but he respected that I wasn’t ready to admit it so he never said anything about it.”
“How can I forget? My best friend did not tell me the girl I was in love with loved me back! That was just amazing,” he said ironic.
“There were too many things going on and besides, I love our story.” She said, placing her head on Stiles’ shoulders. “Yeah, it was slow and there were times we both felt like the other didn’t feel the same way but I still love it. It’s our story, you know?”
“Yeah, I do. I love our story and I love you.”
Lydia doesn’t say ‘I love you’ as much as Stiles does but there are some days that’s all she wants to say to him.
“I love you too.” She said, leaning in to kiss him and then saw 2 new messages from Scott on her phone. He wanted to know if Stiles and Lydia had any plan for that night and if they wanted to do something fun.
Lydia showed Stiles the message and said, “So, speaking of Scott, I think I want to tell him what happened.”
“I think it’s a great idea but are you sure?”
“Yeah. He deserves to know.”
Twenty minutes later Scott was sitting in Lydia’s living room while the banshee and Stiles looked at him like they needed to say something but none of them had the courage to start.
“So…”
“So, there’s something” She said looking at Stiles and when he gave her a look that meant that she was doing ok, that she could do it, she continued, “we need to tell you.”
“Oh god.”
“What?”
“You two are getting married, aren’t you? I’m honestly so happy about this but maybe it’s kinda soon?”
“Scott, focus.”
“Yeah and don’t worry, when I ask Lydia to marry me you’re gonna know before it happens, okay buddy?
Although it’s not much of a surprise but the way Stiles used ‘when’ instead of ‘if’ made her smile.
He always made her smile.
“I’ve been dreaming about Allison,” the words came out too fast but by judging Scott’s face he heart it. “It’s been happening for a few weeks now and I didn’t know what it meant but they felt so real. And they kept happening almost every day…”
“What are the dreams about?”
“My life…Our lives. It’s like I’m visiting my memories but Allison is alive in every single one of them.”
“Maybe you’re dreaming of what would been like if she was still here.”
“That’s what we thought after the first dream,” Stiles finally said something. “But it’s more complicated than that.”
“Maybe it’s a banshee thing?”
“Nope, we researched it a million times but there’s no direct connection, it’s actually something else.” He looked at Lydia.
“Nothing else happened besides the dream, until yesterday.” She said it with a broken voice and she isn’t sure how she managed to tell Scott the entire story but she did.
“Scott, say something.”
“How…How is this even possible?”
“I don’t know, Stiles and I looked for clues in my dreams but nothing matched.”
“What should we do?”
“I don’t know but we need to act fast, whatever is happening, whenever she is, she needs our help.”