I have been shipping Marrish since I saw the preview for episode 402 and obviously I am not the only one! But when people complain that it’s wrong for Lydia and Parrish to be together their ignorance is exceptional.
In season 4, Lydia’s mom said she was almost 18 and that was 6 Months ago. So that means Lydia is almost 18 and ½, so it’s perfectly legal. Secondly, I don’t understand why people think it is wrong, because I know for a fact most every teenager has had a celebrity crush with someone who is over 6 years older than them. Finally, It’s obvious that Stydia will be end game, because they are the Ross and Rachel of teen wolf. So everyone quit your whining and be happy that Lydia is finally overcoming the loss of Jackson and Aiden!
I knew I was somewhere cold. I could feel my skin clamming up and the goose bumps forming on my arms. I was laying down on my back, staring upwards, but my eyes were closed. There was a bright light shining through my eyelids, causing me to be hesitant to open them.
I slowly opened my eyes. My hand flew to cover them immediately. I looked around. I was in a white room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling…all white. I looked down at my bloodied grey jeans and blue t-shirt. I was in the same outfit as when I was with the Dread Doctors. Was I dead? Was I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was Stiles carrying me away from the Dread Doctors.
“Y/N.” A voice came from behind me.
I stood up immediately. I wobbled around for a second, trying to catch my balance before turning to the area I heard the noise from.
“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out scratchily.
I look in the corner of this “room” and see a person standing, with their back to me. They had all black on and was carrying some kind of weapon.
“You can’t tell me you forgot me all ready.” The voice responded, turning.
“Allison?” I ask, the word coming out with confusion and shock.
Allison, brown hair and bow and arrow and all, smiles, opening her arms for me. I run forward and embrace her.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, pulling away. “Aren’t you de-” I cut myself off. I didn’t want to say “dead”. Maybe that was too harsh.
“Dead?” She asked laughing. “Yeah, I am.”
My heart dropped. “So, does that mean I’m..?”
“Not necessarily.” Allison replied.
I look at her, confusion running over me.
“You’re not dead. You’re almost dead. You just have to have a driving force to get you back to the other side.” She smiles. “So I’m here to help.”
“How am I supposed to know what my driving force is?” I ask.
“I think both you and I know what it is.”
“Stiles.” I breathe.
She nods. “Think about your most favorite memory of him. Think about it hard. Almost re-live it.”
“If I do this…will I ever see you again?” I ask.
“You may never physically see me but…know I’m always there with you.”
I closed my eyes and began thinking back to my most favorite memory of Stiles and I.
“Stiles?” I call out, walking up the stairs of his house. “Where are you?”
“I’m up here, Y/N!” Stiles yells.
I ran the rest of the way up the stairs and turned into his room. He had a clear writing board placed in the direct middle of his room. Drawings and pictures were hung all over it with different colored string connecting them.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Something to keep me sane.” Stiles answers pinning up another photo. I glance at the photo and see Jackson Whittemore’s face on it. Stiles grabbed a piece of red string and connected the photo to the word Kimera.
“This is amazing.” I said, examining everything.
Stiles smiled slightly. “Like you.”
“What?” I laugh, turning to him.
“I was just saying how amazing you are.” Stiles replied.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I said. “Oh, this one’s easy.” I grab the picture of Jennifer Blake and pin it up on the board. I grab a red piece of string and drag it to the word “Darach” written on the board. I miss the word by an inch.
“Here, let me help you.” Stiles says, grabbing my hand in his and shifting it upwards.
I should have pulled away right then, but I couldn’t. The electricity that was running through our fingers was something like no other. I knew that at that moment I loved Stiles. And the shimmer in his dark brown eyes, made me hopeful that he felt the same way.
I gasp for air and open my eyes, immediately not regretting it. The dark brown eyes peered down at me with hope in them.
“Thank god.” Stiles breathes. “You’re alive.”
He paused for a moment.
“I couldn’t let the last thing I told you be something horrible like ‘don’t die on me.’” He fumbled with his words. “I love you too, Y/N.”
A/N: In case you missed it, here is the first part of this story. Enjoy !
The police sirens reverberated through the streets as several cars parked around the pack. The officers, the coroner and even forensics were already rushing into the house.
« Hey dad! » Stiles greeted his not so happy father as he walked to them.
« Why am I not surprise to see you here ? » He ironically responded.
« If it brings any comfort, we didn’t really plan to find a dead body tonight » His son added, grinning at the end of his sentence.
« Can you please stop saying ‘’dead body’’? » Y/N told Stiles.
He gave her a comforting smile before turning to his father.
« Before you ask, we don’t know what happened. We just found her. »
« Anything supernatural I should know about ? »
« Probably, but we’re not sure yet » Scott answered.
The Sheriff took a look behind the boys. Y/N was still shaking, she could not keep her eyes focus on anything and she seemed ready to collapse any second now.
« Is she alright ? » He asked.
Scott pursed his lips, taking a step toward the policeman.
« She’s been through a lot tonight, could we … could we give you our deposition tomorrow so we can take her home ? » He spoke.
« Under any other circumstances I would’ve said yes, but I’ve got a dea… » He stopped when he saw Y/N picking at his words. « … A body and a couple of kids who found themselves in a house where they shouldn’t have been. »
« C’mon, dad, seriously ? » Stiles complained.
« I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me to the station »
« Could we just bring Y/N home first ? » Lydia asked.
The Sheriff hesitated. He looked at the kids then turned back to his officers.
« Is Parrish here yet ? » He demanded.
Y/N instantly raised her head, the familiar name alone bringing her comfort.
« Just arrived, Sir » One of policeman answer.
Before he could ask them to call him, he saw his deputy urgently getting out of his car, not even in his uniform, and rushing to the pack. He didn’t acknowledge his boss, or even the teenagers around him, but just went straight to what mattered the most to him, Y/N.
« Are you alright ? » He frankly asked, checking for any sign of physical injury.
She faintly nodded.
« What happened ? » He inquired, turning to Scott for an answer.
« We were getting there » The Sheriff told him. « Where is your uniform, Parrish? »
« I’m sorry, Sir. I … I forgot. »
« You forgot ? » He raised an eyebrow.
« I just rushed to my car when I heard the call on the radio. »
The Sheriff seemed to ponder his answer before he turned to Scott.
« You three » He began, pointing at Lydia, Stiles and the alpha « You’re coming to the station with me. And Parrish ? »
« Yes, Sir ? »
« Get the girl to her house. She look like she’s seen a ghost »
« That’s an understatement » Stiles muttered, earning a small punch from Lydia. « Ouch! »
« Shut up! » She told him in the same tone.
Stiles rolled his eyes, already on his way to the jeep. Before leaving, Scott and Lydia both turned back to their friend, wanting to make sure she was alright.
« Everything is gonna be okay » Scott assured her, patting her shoulder.
From anyone else, she surely wouldn’t have believe them, but she knew her alpha and trusted him with her life. She thanked him with a nod before he left to join Stiles in the jeep.
« I’ll come tomorrow » Lydia told her.
« I’m sorry I scarred you » The young girl whispered.
« Honestly, I’m just glad you were not hurt »
She kissed Y/N’s cheek and turned to Parrish.
« You better take good care of her »
« You know I will, Lydia » He promised. « Thanks for calling me »
The girl nodded, ignoring the persistent look her friend was giving her.
« You called him ? » She asked, more aggressively than she intended to.
« You’ve been through a lot, Y/N » Lydia explained. « Just for a couple hours, allow yourself to stop overthinking everything and let him be there for you, okay ? »
She didn’t answer, only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
« Good. » The red hair smiled. « I’ll see you guys tomorrow »
And with that she left. The atmosphere was awkward, she didn’t dare to speak and instead followed Parrish to his car in silence. They didn’t talk. For the five minutes the drive lasted, they kept starring straight ahead. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl she saw. Was she really a ghost ? What was she trying to say and why did she scream ? There were so many questions rushing inside her head.
« Y/N … » Parrish gently called.
They had stopped for a couple minutes but she hadn’t notice, so engrossed in her own thoughts.
« Are you alright? » He asked.
« Yes… yes, I’m fine »
« You don’t look fine »
She pursed her lips and got out of the car without a word. As she walked to her house, she realized he wasn’t following. He was still behind the wheel, watching her.
« You’re not coming ? » She said.
« I’m not sure I should » He answered.
He cursed at himself when he saw the look of hurt crossing her face. Instantly, he opened his door and walked to her.
« It’s not that I don’t want to, Y/N. But you didn’t seem happy about Lydia calling me » He explained. « You’ve had a rough night, I’m not gonna stay if that’ll make you feel even worse »
She starred at him, trying to hide her smile before finally raising her arm toward him.
« C’mon » She just said, silently inviting him when she opened the door.
He didn’t waste any time and grabbed her hand, following her inside. He made no move when she walked to the kitchen, taking her jacket off and tossing it on a chair. He simply watched as she got two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
« Tea, coffee or alcohol ? » She asked.
« Coffee, please. » He answered. « … Should you really be drinking ? »
She rolled her eyes.
« Rough night, I deserve a drink »
He pursed his lips, not wanting to add anything that’ll make her angry. Finally, he went to sit on one of the kitchen stool. She kept herself busy, giving him her back. She looked stressed, almost scarred, and while she didn’t notice her composure fading, Jordan did. He worriedly kept his gaze on her, trying to read into her expressions.
« Y/N … » He called.
She didn’t answer, but instead kept working on making his coffee. He sighed, knowing it wouldn’t be easy. He got up, walking to the teenager. He could have put his hand on her shoulder, a small sign of his presence for her, a sign that didn’t represent at all what they meant to each other; but instead, his hand went to her waist as his chest got closer to her back. This was the closest they had been and both of them were savoring that proximity.
« Are you alright ? » He whispered in her ear.
She tried to ignore him, fixing the coffee machine instead until he put his other hand on top of hers in an effort to make her stop. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the feeling of having him so close, of feeling safe for the first time that night.
« Talk to me » He said.
She unconsciously leaned back against his chest, seeking comfort.
« I’m scarred » She admitted.
He squeezed her hand, silently showing her he was here.
« What happened ? »
They stayed in the same position as she told him what had happened. She closed her eyes as she remembered the girl, alive to her but oh so very much dead. She could practically still hear her, feel her pain, her loneliness. She had tried to say something, to reach out to Y/N but all the girl could remember was her scream. She sounded terrified.
« I just don’t get it, Jordan » She said. « What is happening to me ? How did I saw all that ? »
« I don’t know » He answered.
« Do you think something’s wrong with me ? » She muttered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
He took a step back and grabbed her wrist to make her turn toward him.
« Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Y/N » He vehemently told her, looking right at her.
He sighed when he saw how unconvinced she looked. He closed his eyes for a moment, going against his best judgment, and put his hand against the skin of her face. Stroking her cheek, with all the kindness he could mustered, he kissed her forehead.
« We’re going to figure it out » He promised.
« You don’t know that »
« I know I trust you. I trust us. There’s nothing this team hasn’t been able to overcome » He reassured her.
« Thank you, Jordan »
« I’m just doing my job »
He knew he had said something wrong when he saw her pursed her lips. She took a step back, reaching for the small cup of beverage she had prepared and silently handed it to him.
« Your coffee, deputy » She stated.
« Y/N… » He tried to apologize.
« You don’t have to stay. » She told him while busying herself behind the kitchen counter. « Nobody’s after me, I’m safe here »
« I don’t think you should stay alone tonight »
« As soon as the guys get back from the station I’ll ask Lydia to come »
« It might take a while »
« I’ll manage on my own until then »
He didn’t try to arg, he knew it would be useless. Whatever he had said to make her upset, he couldn’t take it back now and she fully intended to make him regret his words.
« Do you really want me to leave ? » He asked, almost fearing the answer.
« No, I don’t » She truthfully stated. « But I’m not a job you need to get over with, I’m not some cases you’re trying to solve. Nor am I a responsibility you need to carry »
« I never implied any of that »
She didn’t answered, remembering his words. She was too tired to have that argument with him. They had been there too many times, she had tried to make him admit his feelings on countless occasions.
« You’re relieved of your duty, deputy. You can go now. »
She didn’t wait for an answer and left the room. Shaking her head as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she convinced herself she had experienced enough in one night to be bothered by that interaction. It would have been too much to process all at once. She would deal with Jordan and her feelings for him, but not that night. It was when she climbed in her bed that she noticed the small light outside her window. She took a quick look and saw the deputy in his car, still parked in the alley. He hadn’t left. Sitting inside the engine, he was guarding her house, he was protecting her. She smiled when she saw he, too, was getting sleepy. She almost felt guilty to have kicked him out of her house. She stayed a while against her bedroom’s window, just watching the man, before she felt her phone buzzing next to her. It was a text message, from the deputy.
‘You can sleep now, I’m not going anywhere’
It was all the assurance she needed. She let herself fall back on her bed, closing her eyes, savoring the moment of peacefulness. She knew the day that would follow would not be easy. Questions to answer, leads to follow, worry to have. That full night of sleep would probably be the last one she’d have for a while.
She woke up a couple hours after that by a noise downstair. Somebody was in her kitchen and she knew it wasn’t Jordan. He wouldn’t have come back without her knowing. She got up, slowly, and grabbed the baseball bat Stiles had offered for her last birthday. Trying not to make any noise, she walked down the stairs, hands grasping tightly the weapon.
« Geez, what are you doing with that, Y/N ? » She heard not far from where she was.
Instinctively, she screamed in fear, dropping the bat, the sound of it reverberating inside the house as it touched the floor.
« What the hell, Stiles ! » She shouted at him when she noticed who it was.
The teenager smirked, amused by her reaction. He walked past her, picking the weapon up on his way.
« Told you it’d be useful » He simply said.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and turned around. Lydia was fixing breakfast in the kitchen while Scott sat on the couch, researching something on a laptop.
« What are you guys doing here ? » She asked as she sat on one of the stool.
« Making sure you’re okay » Lydia answered, putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of her friend.
« And accessorily trying to find out what happened yesterday » Stiles added.
Lydia pursed her lips, glaring at him in a non-so subtle way.
« What ? » He told her, a pancake halfway in his mouth.
The ginger-haired girl shook her head at his childish behavior. Scott, still on the couch, got up and joined his friends.
« How are you feeling ? » He questioned Y/N as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
« Better. Still not fully understanding the situation, but less on edge than yesterday »
« That’s good. » Scott nodded. « They kept us pretty late at the station, otherwise we would’ve come back earlier »
« It’s fine, guys »
« By the way, wasn’t Parrish suppose to stay with you ? » Lydia inquired.
« Yeah, what happened exactly ? » Stiles added, crossing his arms on the counter right next to her.
« What do you mean ? » Y/N pretended not to understand, sipping on her coffee.
« Don’t play dumb with us » He smiled. « The guy was asleep in his car when we got here »
She knew there was no way she was avoiding this when she saw three pairs of prying eyes on her.
« Okay … » She sighed. « I might have … kicked him out … last night »
« Ouh, rough » Stiles joked before his friend kicked him playfully in the ribs.
He laughed it off before grabbing a plate and filling it with pancakes.
« What did he do ? » Lydia asked.
« Said something he probably regret » She shook her head.
« He stayed in his car all night to keep an eye on you » Scott told her.
« I know… It’s … it’s complicated, guys. » She explained. « I don’t want to talk about it. What happened at the station ? Did you find anything ? »
« We know who that girl was » Scott answered.
« Her name’s Anya Scortley » Stiles continued. « She was a junior at Beacon Hills. Ring any bells ? »
« Not at all. »
« She didn’t live in the neighborhood where her body was found. Her parents have been notified last night. They came to the station »
« It was heartbreaking » Lydia commented.
« They didn’t even know she wasn’t in her bedroom. They have no idea what happened. But she has a little sister, and she didn’t seem that surprised by the news »
« Do you think she’s involved ? »
« Can’t be sure for now » Scott explained. « What we need to figure out first is what you saw »
« What do you mean ? »
« We don’t know what’s happening to you yet, but maybe figuring out what you see will help us understand what you are »
« What I am ? » She repeated.
« Honey » Lydia carefully stated. « Normal people don’t have vision of dead people. Maybe it’s something that happened to you, or maybe something you were born with. We don’t know yet, but we do know there is something. You are something »
« Something else than human »
« Something more » Scott corrected.
He reassuringly smiled at her.
« Whatever it is, we are going to find answers » He promised her.
« But the only way to figure out what happened to that girl right now, is through you » Stiles said.
« I … I don’t know if I can » Y/N carefully answered.
« Close your eyes, and try to remember » Lydia encouraged her.
The teenager took a deep breath, already knowing she wouldn’t like the next couple of minutes.
« How ? » She fearfully asked.
« Forget the pain you felt. Let your brain go back there without apprehension. Think about blank pages, about writing her story. Moment by moment, write what you see, what she felt. »
Y/N slowly closed her eyes, trying to follow the instructions her friend gave her.
« I heard a voice first » She started. « I thought it was the wind until I realized it sounded like someone was whimpering. I felt cold and scared and it felt like … like those feelings were not mine. The more I focused on it, the more my head was hurting. And that’s when I saw her »
« What was she doing ? »
« Nothing. She was just standing there, pointing at the empty house. She looked at me and disappeared. When I looked back, she was in front of the house. I tried to get closer, and that’s when she started to scream. It was like … it was more than pain. She was in agony .. and I … I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Almost like someone was stabbing me »
« Did you notice something else ? Maybe in her appearance ? »
« Hm .. she had … she had marks on her wrists. Scars. There weren’t knew. I saw it when she raised her hand toward the house. Bruises too, around her neck and on her arms. She was awfully pale and I swear she muttered something to me, but I can’t make out the words. I think it was a name. She said it with so much fear »
She opened her eyes, shivering at the memory.
« That’s … that’s all I remember » She told her friends.
« This is more than enough, Y/N » Scott reassured her.
« Is that how she died ? Stabbed ? »
« Yeah, every detail you gave were right on point » Stiles answered. « On a scale of basic to creepy, we’re on a solid what the fuck »
« Geez, thanks for the reminder » She rolled her eyes.
« What do we do ? » Lydia asked, turning toward their alpha.
« For now, we go to school. If she was a student there, that’s a good place to start » He informed them. « After class, we’ll go back to the station. See if they know more »
« Why do I feel there is more » Stiles added. « We have to go back to the house, tonight » Scott told them.
« I was hoping you wouldn’t say that » Y/N made a face.
« We might have missed something the police didn’t see » Stiles agreed with his best friend.
« Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t worry »
« That’s the problem, Scott. I have a feeling something’s gonna go terribly wrong »
A/N: It’s been like, what, a year since I’ve posted something, right ? It was time I come back. I’ve missed you guys and I missed writing for you so much, and what better moment to come back than the beginning of fall! If you like Halloween as much as I do, you’re gonna love this story. I’ve apologized enough for my long absence, so I’ll just say enjoy, and I’ll see you soon. (P.S: thanks @emomilkyway for the idea and for the request :) )
« It always starts the same way. I’m alone, in the forest. I’m running, but I don’t know where to, or who I’m running from. I can feel the fear, it’s like … like … it’s eating me alive, like I already know what’s coming next. Then there’s Jordan, not far from where I am. He’s shouting at me, but I can’t hear. All I see is that awful creature in front of him. He has a blade in his hand. It doesn’t look like a regular blade, it’s shiny, and small… I know here’s ready to kill him, I know we’re about to lose the fight, so I run harder and push Jordan out of the way.»
« Then what ?»
« Then I die saving him»
« How Shakespearian of you»
The young girl standing against her bedroom window turned around to look at her friend. It was easy to guess just how scared she was. Her restlessness was betraying her. Taking a short intake of breath, she starred back at the trees through the glass, barely visible at this time of night.
« I know what you’re going to say» She muttered. « That it wasn’t real, that maybe the stress of everything going on around us is getting to me. That it was just … a nightmare»
« Was it?» The girl sitting on the bed spoke.
« It … it didn’t feel like a dream, Lydia. It felt … it felt like I was standing in a graveyard.» She admitted.
She heard her friend sight and, once again, turned to look at her.
« Is it possible it could have been a … sort of a vision ?» Lydia wondered.
« I’m not like you guys, I don’t have any superpowers»
« It took me a while to figure out I was a banshee»
« Well, I’m human. Nothing special about that» She closed the conversation.
Lydia pursed her lips, not wanting to press the subject.
« Have you talked to Parrish about it ?» The banshee asked her friend.
The teenager shook her head, leaning back on her bed and starring absently at the ceiling.
« I don’t see the point. He’s … Something’s changed with him» She stated.
« What do you mean ?»
« He’s taking his distance» She confided. «All I get is formal greetings and non-existent smiles»
« … Did you kissed ?» The red hair woman asked.
Her friend chuckled.
« What ? What did I say ?» Lydia seriously replied.
« I basically told you we don’t talk anymore, and you ask me if we kissed, Lydia.» She laughed.
« Well, you guys were pretty close… And you kinda blush every time you catch him starring at you»
« That’s not true!»
« I think you’re the last one to find out you’ve got it bad of the deputy, Y/N/N» Lydia joked.
The girl next to her rolled her eyes.
« It doesn’t matter. Nothing is going to happen between us. Ever. » She sadly answered.
« How do you know if you keep avoiding him…»
« I’m not …» She stopped when she saw the look Lydia was giving her. «Okay, I might have tried to avoid him… for a while…»
« See, that wasn’t so hard to admit now, was it ?»
« It’s useless, Lyd’» She told her friend. « All he sees is my eighteen years of life. I’m just a teenager trapped in a supernatural mess he happens to be involved in.»
« Wanna know my opinion ?» The banshee spoke, laying down next to the young girl.
« Do I have a choice ?»
« Not really, no» She smiled. « He’s scarred, Y/N.»
She turned her head to look at her when she heard her friend chuckle.
« Think about it for a second. He’s a deputy, the Sheriff’s right hand. He’s literally the embodiment of law … when he’s not the hellhound.»
« Your point ?»
« He’s, what, five or six years older than you are ? That doesn’t seem like a lot, but you’re still in high school. While you’re in math, he’s out investigating murders. He’s got feelings for you, we all know it, but like it or not, he’s a deputy, and he’s got an image to keep up»
« Why do I always get myself into impossible situation, Lyd’ ?» She said after a while.
Lydia patted her friend’s leg and was about to reply when they heard a phone going off. Y/N grabbed it under her pillow and quickly picked it up.
« Hello ?» She answered.
« Hey, Y/N/N»
She recognized the voice immediately and rolled her eyes, already annoyed.
« What d’you want, Stiles?» She playfully replied.
« So nice to hear you to» He ironically joked.
« I’m kinda in the middle of something so make it quick»
« Is it a date?» He inquired. «Please tell me deputy sexy brown eyes finally had the guts to ask you out»
« Deput… what ? You … what ?»
Her confusion made her friend laugh. Curious to what was going on, Lydia got close enough to hear the conversation.
« Hey, Stiles!» She greeted him.
« Lydia ?» The young boy answered in surprise. « Wait … what is Lydia doing with you and Parrish?»
« I never said I was with Jordan»
« First name basis, huh ?» He teased her.
Lydia chuckled.
« Keep going and I’ll hurt you, Stilinski»
« Hey, don’t use the last name, I was joking!» He laughed.
« Get to the point, Stiles» She pushed him to continue.
He sighed, already hating the perspective of crushing their night with, once again, a bad news.
« You need to get to Scott’s» He told them.
« What happened ?» Lydia seriously asked.
« We’re not sure yet»
« Please tell me it’s not another monster …» Y/N complained.
« Or any other type of killer» Lydia added.
« Well technically no one is dead»
« … Yet»
« I’ll explain. Get here asap»
And with that he hung up, leaving the girls to wonder what was actually going on. Without saying anything, they both walked out of the house. Y/N lived in the same neighborhood as Scott, only a couple houses down the street. They shouldn’t have taken too long to get there. They wouldn’t have if Y/N hadn’t stopped in her tracks, turning around and looking at the empty road, only lit by the street lights at this hour of the night.
« Y/N ?» Lydia called.
She didn’t hear her. Eyes wide opened, she seemed to be searching for something around her. There was no wind, but she could swore she could hear it, almost like a whisper, distant and cold. She turned to her friend, for a moment wondering what was happening. That’s when she heard it. Faint but clear. A voice whining behind her.
« What ?» Lydia pushed when she saw her friend’s frightened expression. « Y/N what’s going on?»
« Do you hear it?» The girl muttered.
« Hear what ?»
Lydia took a couple of steps toward her friend, looking around for any sign of threat. Her phone was already in her hand, the number of their alpha written on the screen. Y/N’s heart was racing. She felt so scarred and she couldn’t figure out why. She felt a gush of air, the atmosphere suddenly chilling. She turned, slowly, her eyes on the concrete. The sound did not stop, only grew louder, giving her an atrocious headache. She raised her gaze when she heard a door slamming. That’s when she saw it. Where an instant before there was no-one at all now stood a girl. It was no more than a distortion of the light, a human cut out of colors that weren’t right. She stood barefooted, almost translucent, her finger pointing across the road to an empty house. There was a sale sign next to it. The windows were all closed, all except one, and where the girl once stood, there was not a flick of light. One moment she was there, the next, she was standing in front of that house, her face completely passive as she looked back at the frightened teenager. Y/N took a step closer, drawn to the mysterious apparition. No more than a second later, the air was rent with a scream that was so piercing she collapsed on the floor, hands clamped over her ears. The girl was no longer there and everything around her was spinning.
« Y/N!» She heard someone shout.
She opened her eyes, the memories of what had just happened shaking her to the core. Lydia stood a couple feet away from her, alert and worried. She hadn’t heard her friend making a phone call but Stiles and Scott were there, next to her, trying to get her back to reality. When the alpha tried to touch her, she coiled back.
« Y/N, it’s me» He gently spoke, as if talking to a child. « It’s Scott»
« Scott …» She repeated in a whisper.
He helped her sit on the ground while Stiles took his jacket off and put it on her shivering body.
« You alright ?» He asked.
She shook her head, slowly coming back to her senses.
« Can you tell me what happened ?»
She started sobbing, the emotions way too much to take in. The alpha sat next to her, taking the girl in his arms.
« I’m scarred, Scott» She admitted in a mutter only he could hear.
« Scarred of what ?»
She did not answer, only pointed at the house, like that girl had done a moment ago. Scott and Stiles looked back at Lydia, hoping for an explanation.
« I don’t know» She told them. « We were walking and she just … she just stopped. She was fine and she started freaking out»
« She’s dead» Y/N suddenly talked.
Stiles kneeled down in front of her, worry written across his face.
« Who’s dead, Y/N ?» He inquired.
« The girl. She’s dead, Stiles.»
« What girl ?»
Once again, she pointed at the house. Stiles took a look back then turned to Scott.
« Go check it out» Scott said. « I’ll stay with Y/N»
Lydia put a comforting hand on her best friend’s back, making sure she was alright before she joined Stiles. The teenager watched them go, resting her head on Scott’s shoulder.
« Do you want to talk about it ?» He softly asked.
« I don’t know what happened» She admitted.
« What do you mean ?»
« I just … I just felt like something was wrong and she looked … hurt.»
« She ? Are you talking about Lydia ?»
She sighed, closing her eyes as if it would make the memories disappear.
« You’re gonna think I’m crazy, Scott»
« You know that’s not true»
He took her hand in his, hoping to appease her.
« I don’t know what it was … I felt scarred and I didn’t know why and then… I saw a girl, on the street. She was … almost … almost like …»
« Like what ?» Scott pushed her to keep going.
« Like a ghost»
« A ghost ?»
« Yes»
« Then what ? Did she attacked you ?»
« No. I don’t think she wanted to. She showed me the house. She looked so…dead»
Before the alpha could answer, Stiles and Lydia walked out of the door, both looking very alert. The red hair girl stayed back, a phone in her hand, talking animatedly to someone. Y/N stood up, helped by her friend, hoping to hear it was just a very, very bad dream.
« We’ve got a problem» Stiles stated.
« What is it ?» Scott asked.
Stiles warily starred at Y/N, almost afraid of her reaction.
« We found a dead body »
The teenager put a hand to her mouth, trying to keep herself from going crazy.
« What … what did she look like ? » She immediately asked, praying it was just a crazy coincidence.
« What ? »
« The girl, did she have long blond hair and a scar on her forehead ? Did she wore a red dress with flowers ? Were her nails painted in pink ? » She talked fast, she was one second away from breaking down.
Stiles looked surprise for a second and didn’t stare at her, but at Scott.
« Okay, now that’s disturbing. »
« Did she look like that? » Scott calmly asked him.
He didn’t answer, simply nodded.
« Okay, I’m not freaking out » Y/n told them. « At least not yet, but what the fuck is going on with me ?! »
« Well … honestly … » Stiles started before he caught Scott’s eyes and shut up instantly.
He cleared his throat, turning back as Lydia joined them.
« I called the police, they should be here soon »
« What did you tell them ? » Y/N asked.
« The truth. That we found a body »
« Did you say anything about … about me ? »
« Unless you’d like a one way trip to Eichen House, we better keep that between us »
They all silently agreed.
« What is ‘’that’’ exactly ? I mean … we don’t know what happened except that Y/N just magically found a dead body » Stiles said, earning a look from everyone. « Touchy subject, got it … »
« How did I do that? » Y/N asked out loud. « How did I see her ? »
« See her ? » Lydia and Stiles spoke at the same time.
« The girl. She saw her … ghost. That’s how she found the house » Scott explained.
« You saw a ghost ? » Stiles practically shouted.
« Do you think it has something to do with your dreams ? » Lydia inquired.
« What dreams ? » Scott replied.
« More like vision » Lydia added.
« They’re not visions » Y/N insisted. « They’re just dreams. Nothing weird about that »
« You just officially enter the circle of bizarre people of Beacon Hills » Stiles told her.
« Jeez, thanks Stiles. I feel so much better now » She rolled her eyes.
Once again, Scott looked at his friend, silently shutting him up.
« Don’t worry, Y/N » He reassured her. « We will figure out what’s happening with you »
« How ? »
« That’s a conversation we will have later. The police is almost here »
And with that the conversation was over. They didn’t look at each other, didn’t add another word, all were wondering was what happening. Once again, they were up against something they knew nothing about.
