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When she meets Laura it's in a similar way to Peter, but not quite. The difference is just subtle enough for her not to notice it. It's nicer, not like Peter's where it was choking - she was choking, drowning in her mind.
It's not until she finds a picture of Laura with Derek on the mantle of the Hale house, because Stiles has coaxed the grief out of Derek, that she realises the girl in her dreams is dead.
She finds herself kneeling in front of Laura's grave choking back tears.
"You used me. Like Peter did. You're just like him."
She wipes the tears away to see Laura kneeling in front of her.
"No. I'm not using you. Not the way you think anyway," Laura pauses to touch a hand to Lydia's cheek, and she's not sure if she's surprised that she can feel it. "It's lonely here. I'm stuck because of Derek. Was stuck. Now I don't want to go because of you."
Both their haunted eyes stare at each other, bodies not moving and Lydia isn't sure if she finds that sickeningly romantic or not.
"I'll get you out," the promise falls from her lips without her conscious decision to do it.
The words make Laura stare at her with an expression that Lydia can't quite tell is shock mixed with adoration but her hand is still on her cheek and Lydia leans into it. She doesn't know what happens then but she finds Laura's lips in hers and it's cold but she's so warm at the same time.
"I love you," she's not sure if it's her or Laura that says it but they both know it's mutual.
"I'll get you out," she says again with conviction.