Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Parallels

(AU: the pack is being chased by beserkers in the school)
"RUN, SCOTT, RUN!"
Scott dashed around a corner, Malia right behind him. Kira, Stiles and Lydia were close by. Stiles was at the back of the line. Lydia was right in front of him. The only thing on his mind, was to make sure she ended up safe. Suddenly, a paper flew out of his pocket. He watched it breeze past him, until he realized it was Lydia's drawing. Her tree. He couldn't let it blow away. Stiles shot a glance at the pack, the chased after the paper without anyone seeing.
...
Up ahead, Scott and Malia stopped for breath.
"I think we lost them" Scott said between gasps. Malia nodded as Kira and Lydia caught up. They were panting.
"Okay you guys stay here, Kira and I are going to scope out the place, you know, look for a clear way out.
Malia and Lydia nodded, but both felt tension. It was awkward between them.
Lydia looked around.
"Where's Stiles?"
"I don't know, he was behind you"
"He must have fallen behind. We have to go get him."
Scott suddenly called from a distance.
"Guys, it's all clear!"
Malia looked from Scott in the distance to Lydia, hesitant.
"We have to go Lydia"
"But...Stiles is still back there"
"He'll catch up. We need to leave, now"
"They could get him...or hurt him...or kill-"
"Lydia we need to leave now. He'll catch up. Come on."
Lydia twitched. Hating what she was about to say.
"But Malia, he's your boyfriend."
Malia stood up straighter.
"That's right. He's my boyfriend, not yours. Which means it's my job to worry about him, not yours. So let's go!"
"I'm not leaving without him."
Malia looked back at where Scott and Kira were.
"Fine then. I'll leave without you."
Then she dashed off. Leaving Lydia stunned and alone.
...
Lydia began to walk back.
"Stiles" she whispered.
She kept walking until something grabbed her, covered her mouth with their hand and held their arm firmly across her chest.
...
Malia caught up to Scott and Kira.
"Where's Stiles and Lydia?" he questioned. Malia shrugged.
"Stiles fell behind so Lydia went after him."
Scott looked around.
"I thought Stiles was in front of me!"
"You thought wrong then."
...
Lydia quivered until a relaxing voice calmed her.
"It's okay" it whispered. "It's just Stiles."
Lydia immediately felt comforted by his embrace. She nodded and turned around to face him. He put his hands on her shoulders and she gripped his wrists.
"I thought you were behind me!"
"I was...but then I forgot something."
"What did you forget that was so important, you had to risk your life to go get?!"
Stiles blushed and pulled her drawing out of his pocket.
"This"
Lydia took the drawing in her hands and examined it.
"My drawing? You kept this?"
Stiles nodded.
"Of course. I love it."
Lydia returned the blush.
"Okay, we really need to get out of here. " Stiles stated, peering around the corner to see if it was clear.
Lydia nodded, then hesitated.
"Wait."
"What?"
"I can't do this again. I won't do this again. "
"Do what again?"
"Have a special and beautiful moment with you, then never talk about it."
Stiles laughed. "What?"
"You know what I mean. We kissed and never spoke about it, you saved me on the lacrosse feeling and we never talked about it, you came to check on me when I was a happy pills and we never talked about it, we danced and never talked about it, we solved the benefactor and never talked about it, you got punched by Brunski and we never talked about it, you saved me from Cora and we never talked about it, we have each other puppy eyes on your bed and never talked about it, we clung to each other like our lives depended on it in Bardo and yet, we never talked about it! Must I continue?"
Stiles stared at her, shocked.
"You mean, you actually remember all those moments, and think about them?"
Lydia nodded, with a "that's clear a no brainer" look on her face.
Stiles smiled and looked down.
"Okay wow"
"So, you promise, when we're all safe, we'll talk about this? All...of it?"
He nodded.
"Definitely"
...
"Where are they?"
Scott demanded.
Malia shrugged.
"How should I know.
"Well you're the one who left them behind."
Malia growled.
"Maybe we should go back for them" Kira suggested. Scott nodded.
...
Stiles and Lydia made there way through the school. They finally made it out.
"We're okay!"
Lydia embraced Stiles, feeling a sense of safety.
"Okay, we just need to make it to that wall, across from here, and then we're out. "
"I'll go first." Lydia stated. She made her way across the platform. Scott ran up to her.
"There you are, where's Stiles?"
Lydia pointed back.
"Over there"
Scott and Lydia turned in time to see Stiles being dragged away by a beserker.
"STILES!"
Lydia screemed.
Kira chucked her sword at the creature. It hit him in the chest, startling him. He stumbled back and dropped Stiles. It pulled the sword out of its chest, clearly angry.
Lydia turned towards Scott.
"Now what?" She asked, frightened.
Them, the beserker chucked the sword back at where Scott and Lydia were standing.
"LYDIA" Stiles called out.
She turned to him, right on time for the sword to get buried in her chest.
Lydia gasped. Scott's eyes widened. Stiles ran with full force towards Lydia.
"Lydia of my god!" He breathes, in shock. She collapsed into his arms.
Scott backed into Kira.
"Scott, what do we do?" She asked, heartbroken.
Scott wiped a tear from his eye.
"We can't do anything."
"Should we call someone?"
Scott shook his head.
"It's too late, let them have their final moment."
Stiles slumped onto the floor, cradling Lydia. She held one hand over her wound, and wrapped the other around his waist. The way her held her, reminded Scott of how he held Allison as she breathed her final breath.
"Lydia, you're gong to be okay. Scott, he can take your pain. "
Lydia shook her head.
"I don't feel pain. I don't feel anything. Just regret. I regret that I-" her voice cracked. "That I never loved you back, and I'll hold that against myself wherever I go. I'm so sorry Stiles. "
Stiles wiped his eye.
"No Lydia. This isn't goodbye. I'm not letting you die here."
"That's not up to you Stiles."
"I...I know"
"I love you Stiles. And I've been stupid holding it in all these years, and never taking about it, or us,or out moments. But they say on your deathbed you have a moment of clarity. I know now Stiles, that's it's you. It's always been you. The person I love. The person I'll always love. "
Lydia sat up a little a placed a small kiss on his lips.
"Goodbye Stilinski"
Stiles brushed her hair off her face.
"Goodbye Martin"
With that, Lydia let out a final scream. Her loudest one yet. The banshees last moan, used to impend her own death. As the screamed ended, so did Lydia's life. Stiles held in his arms the once lively and spirited girl he loved, now nothing but a corpse.
Scott can't over to Stiles. He crouched down next to him and wrapped his arms around Stiles's shoulders.
"It was just like her death." He whispered. "It was just like Allison's death."
...
Later at the hospital, everyone was miserable. Malia went over to Stiles.
"Why are we even here? She's dead. They can't operate on her or anything. "
Stiles picked his head out of his heads and used all his will power not to strangle Malia for saying that.
"Not now Malia. My first love just died in my arms."
"Um, I'm pretty sure I'm your first love. "
Stiles fully perked up now.
"Call yourself my girlfriend, calm yourself human, call yourself whatever the heck you want. But Lydia Martin, was, and always will be, my first love. "

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IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER. But I've had an extreme case of writers block. But I had this idea to make a death scene where Lydia's death parallels Allison's death. I hope you like it and again, I'm so sorry for not updating in like a month. Thanks for reading and comment what you think!❤️