Following the Stars

Dream is Destiny

"Stiles could hardly look at us through lunch" Allison laughed as they settled in her room
"It's cute really" Lydia smirked as she pulled a book from the pile they had carried from Chris' office. Allison watched her for a moment before pulling the book from Lydia's hand
"There's actually something I need to talk to you about"
"That sounds serious" Lydia furrowed her brow
"It's not! Not exactly?"
"What's wrong?"
"Have you noticed anything weird?" Allison asked
"Sweetie..." Lydia replied in her 'you're joking right?' voice
"Okay, stupid question..." Allison nodded her head slightly "Okay so back at Derek's place, I was with Stiles and I heard you talk, you called Scott an imbecile, Stiles said it was probably my imagination but when Derek took me to Deaton's, he told me that it wasn't-"
"He told you that I'm your anchor" Lydia stated
"I...Yeah, how did you know?"
Lydia pursed her lips and levelled a gaze at Allison
"You can't just say it's part of the Lydia Martin charm babe" Allison sighed "How did you know?"
"Because I could feel you in my head"
"When?"
"When you were with Derek"
"Oh" Allison played with her hair for a moment "Does it freak you out?"
"We'll be able to communicate through our minds Allison, do you not see how much fun we can have with that?"
"Fun?" Allison asked, her eyebrows raised
"Yeah..." Lydia purred, running a finger up Allison's arm "Imagine, the things I could say to you in the middle of class and nobody can do a thing" Allison's hand clamped onto Lydia's, stilling it
"If you don't want me to blow anything up you won't do that" Allison laughed
"No fun" Lydia pouted
"Fun can happen after we've dealt with the big bad... We still haven't had a breakthrough with any ideas yet"
"I know sweetie" Lydia rested a hand on Allison's knee "But we will"
"But in case we don't... I kinda have an idea?" Allison said, her voice hesitant
"I don't like the tone you're using..." Lydia frowned "What is it?"
"Well..." Allison played with Lydia's fingers "If she kills me she gets my soul, If I kill her I get her soul among others...What happens if we were to both die?" Lydia snatched her hand away from Allison's as though she had been burnt
"What did you just say?" Lydia asked, her eyes wide
"What?"
"Did you just seriously tell me you're contemplating suicide?"
"Lydia..." Allison sighed
"No, tell me, Is that what you're thinking?" Lydia got to her feet and began to pace the room
Allison pursed, her eyes focused on the space Lydia had been sat
"Oh my god it is!" Lydia exclaimed
"Can you blame me?" Allison asked, her voice small
"I told you to trust us!"
"I DO trust you Lydia, god, I trust you with my life, but the fact of it is, we're dealing with a GODDESS who has thousands of years worth of experience, how can we fucking compare with that?! You're a realist Lydia, tell me HOW do we beat this?"
"I don't know!" Lydia yelled, watching as Allison visibly flinched, though she tried to cover it up by getting up from her seat on the bed "But I'm not willing to let you just roll over and DIE, you don't get to play the self sacrificing hero Allison!"
"If I die, she wins. If she dies I become her, I become evil, I become the very thing I SWORE TO PROTECT PEOPLE FROM! I CAN'T AND WON'T LET EITHER OF THOSE THINGS HAPPEN" Allison yelled back, fully aware that by now the boys downstairs were probably aware of the conflict going on above them but In the moment she couldn't bring herself to care, instead she focused on the red head in front of her, the only thing separating them being her bed.
"Is this relationship real?" Lydia asked in a voice so quiet Allison had almost missed it
"What?" She found herself asking
"Us, is this real? Or is it just some kind of pity? You're convinced that you're going to die so fuck it, what do you have to lose?" Lydia said, her words like daggers to Allison's heart. Allison stared at Lydia, loss for words, she watched as Lydia clenched her fists and then unclenched them, she watched as Lydia's jaw set and prepared herself for another onslaught, Allison took a shaky breath, she became aware of tears rolling down her cheeks so she looked down in a weak attempt to cover the fact that she was crying, she didn't look up until she heard footsteps leading away from her room, she didn't look up when she heard the front door slam shut or when she heard an engine come to life and disappear into the distance.
She didn't look up when she felt four pairs of arms wrap her into a group hug.