Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

"Lydia, why are we here" A certain jocks loud frustration is hear out from

"Because I refuse to be treated like I'm somehow inferior to a comic book geek" Lydia says as she Knocks on the front door.

"Why do you even care what some losers think?" He asks, "We don't need to step into this…." He grimaces, looking up at building in distaste "place"

"Jackson" Lydia uses a very authoritative tone, "Either you stay here with me for an our and make conversation with these people, or you're going to need a hell of a lot of lotion to you through this winter"

He folds his arms over his ċhėst, holding his scowl to himself "Fine"

Allison slowly opens the door looking tentatively out at them both. Their conversation wasn't the most discreet. "Hey…. Come in"

"Seriously Allison, I know you are new in this town but you need to choose your friends better" Jackson decides to offer sage advice.

Only to find both Lydia and Allison glaring a fiery hole through he's face.

"Jackson… behave" Lydia admonishes her boyfriend

He ducks their gaze and swaggers in, deciding to ignore the feeling of dread he just felt.

"You guys got anything to eat?"

"There's pizza on the table, and Hi-C in the fridge" I say

"Hi-C?" Scott nudges me, as he points to the table and the coke that's on the table

Shrugging I answer, "Yeah… he likes juice"

"Hey Lydia, you want anything?" I ask as she and Allison make their way to the rest of the group

Looking at my smiling face, she lingers for a second. Her nose crinkles as she begins to make sense of something before returning to normal. "I apologize for him. He has to ȧssert his dominance over anyone else with a pėnɨs"

"And you don't do the same miss Queen B." Scott blatantly shows his like. As we all are surprised by this sudden outburst he offers his explanation "I mean like meets like, even dogs don't hang out with wolves?"

"And who are the wolves?" Lydia laughs it off, "I guess someone's still angry about earlier. I find it hilarious that I'm being criticized for judging someone I don't know, when that same habit is being extended to me."

Give it to Lydia, bȧrėly here for all of 5 minutes and it's already less like a party, I mean dinner hangout and more like a funeral home

"So it's fine when you do it, but not when we do it?" Scott mutters.

"Okay, that's enough guys" I intervene as the two look ready to rip each other's throats out. "Lydia, come with me and get some damned pizza. I rather your mouth be busy eating something and stop talking at this point" .

"But I'm not" She tries to defend herself, thinking that I have taken my friends side

I lean in and whisper in her ear, "I know. I'm on your side. Always" and with that she looks at me strangely for the second time this evening as I tug her towards the kitchen.

Watching us leave into the room Jackson approaches Allison. "Hey"

She nods at his greeting, "You not going after them?"

"Why should I ?" He shrugs

"Because a boy just dragged your girlfriend into another room. In front of everyone. Shouldn't you be concerned"

"Lydia can handle herself. Besides I'm more interested in you right now"

Allison growls low in her throat, "Why are you interested in me when you have a girlfriend?"

"Not for much longer. I've grown tired of her already. If Stilinski wasn't mooning after my girlfriend or threatening me to leave her. I'd probably have broken up with her long ago. But

being able to see his pathetic look whenever we are in his direction was just… too much fun.

How about you, want to have fun?" He winks, smiling sleazily.

Ally shudders, she couldn't remember Jackson ever being this way before. His inferiority complex is showing, in a much crueler manner than ever before. Ignoring him, she makes her way to sit down on Boyd's side, hoping that the taller boy's bulk would keep Jackson away.

Boyd has a bemused smirk on his face, " Such a douche" he mutters softly yet loud enough for Jackson to hear

"Takes one to know one- what's you name again? Nonexistent? Invisible? I'm surprised Frankenstein's monster can even talk"

"You know. I had my doubts when Scott was saying how much of ȧss you can be but I guess its true. You are in need of some spanking" Boyd stands up slowly looking ready put in work on Jackson face

Jackson raises his hands up, backing up "Easy big guy. Point made" His lips twitch "Don't make the Hulk angry"

"It's Bruce Banner" I correct him as I walk back into the living room with Lydia and her plate in my hand. I had Lydia cool of a bit as we spoke a bit about each others day. It was something I used to do in my past day, hearing about the mundane things we did. Made living worth living. Especially when our lives are anything but normal. Sadly our small moment was interrupted by the commotion in the living room.

Jackson turns to me clearly irritated at my untimely interruption, "What?"

"You don't make Bruce Banner angry. It turns him into the Hulk"

He rolls his eyes, brushing me off.

"You obviously don't want to be here" Scott speaks up, "And we clearly don't want you here"

"Scott, enough" I try to stop him from ruining the mood even further but I fail as he continues,

"There's a clear solution in such situations. You. Leave"

"That's all I was waiting for. See babe, we don't belong here they know it too" He turns to his girlfriend ," Let's go" He heads for the door.

Lydia surprised by Jackson's action, "Jackson! Sit"

"Sorry, no can do" He smirks, "Looks like you are on your own tonight"

"THEN SO ARE YOU!" She shouts, her voice shaking, "If you leave, consider yourself single Jackson…. I mean it."

"Oh?" Jackson replies, raising an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure I can survive if you break up with me. Half the school would just think that I had my fill of you anyway." He'd opened the door at this point as he turns to face he, " You aren't the only hot girl in school. You're not

nearly as special as you think Lydia. Give me a call when you change your mind" He leaves without waiting for an answer.

Lydia exhales deeply, biting her lips she composes herself. The queen can't be shaken right.

"So where were we?" She says to the group.

Looking at her emerald green eyes, I can feel her trying to be resolute. But I can also feel her pain. No matter how toxic it is, love is still love.

I grab on to her, after placing the plate on the table and envelope, her holding her close into my ċhėst. Feeling her hot breath rise up to my neck. "It's okay Lyds. I'm … here. I won't let anything hurt you"

Not knowing she felt so safe in my embrace I feel her hands rise on to back as she grabs onto my shirt, crying softly…..

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Eventually I carried Lydia up to my room, as she lays on my bed. I decide to give her some privacy. Just as I'm about to close the door her voice echoes

"Stiles"

"Yeah?" I answer without turning around

"Thank you… " Did Lydia martin really just say those words? My head whips round to face he bloated and red eyes. Yet still cute image, especially that red spot that forms on the top of her nose.

"Thank you for ordering pizza I actually want to eat"

"No problem" I tilt my head to the side while giving her a small smile.

"Stay" She requests, "I could use some company"

"So this is your room hey? How typical for a comic book geek"

"And let me guess, yours is the stereotypical princess style. Pink with buŧŧerflies and a lace curtain"

She's silent as is genuinely surprised at how accurate my description is, "You really are my stalker." She playfully insults

"Hey! You going to pay for that!" I fire back as she laughs my threat away.

A while later when, the others have all left.

It's only me, Allison and Lydia left in the lounge watching the notebook while tightly packed on the couch. Lydia on my left and Allison on my right.

Scott offered to take Allison home but she said she would rather wait for Lydia.

As the movie progesses, Lydia leans into me closer. I don't think she realises... Scratch that looking at her.

She's wearing that expression. She didn't need to say a word. I knew what she wanted to do.

Her gaze on me. It's something I've been longing for since time immemorial…. But not like

this.

"No.. Lydia"

"No what?" She looks confused

" I'm not some rebound nor am I tool for you to use because you are mad at Jackson. If you ever feel like kissing me, it's going to be for reasons Stiles Stilinski related only . With no hidden agendas. I haven't been crazy about you for 10 years, to take advantage of your weakness. Okay?"

She smiles slowly as her eyelashes flatter, she rests her head into my shoulder "Okay"