Please, Stay- A Stydia AU

Battlefeild Part Two

Scott, I'm freaking out.

Dude, what?

I almost kissed Lydia.

Almost?

I chickened out.

Shalalala, my oh my

What?

Looks like the boy's too shy.

I hate you.

Ain't gonna kiss the girl.

You are truly the worst

Shalalala, ain't that sad. Such a shame, too bad. Gonna miss the girl.

I never liked you.

Stiles glared at his phone and put it in his pocket before turning into the kitchen. "Dad? I'm home." No answer. "Dad?" Stiles hesitated before venturing into the dining room, heart pounding.

His dad set the phone on the table as he came in. "Stiles, we have to talk..."

-~-~

Lydia didn't even have to enter the dining room to hear them.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Natalie was nearly yelling.

"I didn't do anything wrong. That boy was out of line."

"He was not! He was defending your daughter! The daughter that you were degrading in front of him!"

"I did not degrade her."

"Oh? Then what would you call that? Making those remarks? They were completely unnecessary. Turner was not her fault."

"Then who's was it?"

"Nobody's! Oh my gosh! You have to stop! You cannot go on like this! It's things like this that's why we got divorced in the first place."

"And his affair." Lydia leaned against the doorway, glaring in the room. "Or did you forget about that? You certainly act like it."

"Lydia." Natalie turned to her. "Honey."

"You don't understand," Tom snapped. "You're just a child, Lydia."

"I'm not a child. I'm old enough to understand. You didn't think I was too much of a child to understand when you left us for Scarlett. Oh, wait, that's right. She was pregnant."

"Lydia," Natalie said gently.

"What?" Lydia spun on her. "Just because Turner is gone and Scarlett left Dad, does that mean we pretend he wasn't concieved? Dad didn't knock up a woman not his wife?"

"Lydia," Tom said warningly.

"I am sick of you saying my name like that!" She snapped. Tears welled behind her eyes and as badly as she wanted to hold it in it seemed impossible. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" And it was. Tears spilled down her cheeks without enough warning to truly stop it. "I am so sorry! I wish I could go back and- and fix it! I miss him too." She turned on her heels and ran upstairs, unable to do it anymore. 

-~-~

Lydia glanced at Stiles's window and bit her lip. Was he okay? He said he'd be in the tree house but he wasn't here and she'd been waiting for a half hour. 

When Stiles finally came through the window he looked tired. "Hey," he said softly. "I'm sorry."

"Is everything okay?" She asked, studying his face. He was more than tired. He looked exhausted. He looked... He looked like he was losing a battle. 

"Yeah." He gave her the ghost of a smile and pulled her into his arms as he sat against the wall that faced the pictures. She sat against his chest as his arms wove their way around her waist. It was a rather intimate position for them but she didn't stop him. She had a feeling they both needed each other right now. "Everything's fine. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said numbly.

"Liar." He rested his forehead on the top of her head.

"So are you," she whispered.

"I'm just worried about you," he said softly. Lydia bit her lip and wondered if she should push or not.

 "Please?" His voice cracked ever so slightly and Lydia turned her head to look at him. His eyes were shining with forced back tears. "Please, Lyds," he whispered again.

"Okay," she finally whispered back. She rested her head against his chest again and closed her eyes.
"My dad cheated on my mom," she murmured. "He had an affair. And the girl got pregnant. Mom kicked him out and he moved in with the girl and they had Turner..." Her voice broke on his name. "When he died my mom was trying to comfort him and they ended up deciding to give it another shot." She then let out a shaky breath. "He hates me," she finally whispered.

"Lydia... No," Stiles said softly, running his fingers through her hair.

"He does. He does. Because it was Turner and not me. Because it's my fault."

"Whatever happened it's not your fault..."

"It is." She looked at him. "It is. It was all my fault. It's all my fault." She rested her head on his chest as the sobs came. "I'm so sorry Turner... I loved him so much..."

Stiles tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips against the top of her head. He slowly rocked her back and forth as she cried, as if maybe he could shield her just a little from all of the pain.