Deal With It. A Stydia Love Story.

Chapter 1

It was a cold winter night in Beacon Hills, as Lydia ran through the woods running from the, well whatever it was. So far She had only gotten glimpses of sleek gray fur, and snarling teeth, when suddenly a tall male silhouette ran out of the woods barking, strangely enough, assuming it was Scott she ran towards it, only to see Stiles face emerge from the shadows and tell her to run. They ran nonstop to the cracked stone path that leads to the tiny parking lot on the Beacon Hills Preserve. The two teens both quickly jumped into Stiles's Jeep, and Stiles turned the key and sped off, well past the limit for the tiny gravel road. Once they had passed the line for the woods, Stiles cut the engine and pulled over. "What the hell was that?!" Stiles and Lydia said in unison. "The creature?" Stiles asked. "Yes." Lydia stated solemnly. "A jealous bitch." Stiles said. "Malia?" Lydia asked. Stiles nodded solemnly. "Why did you say what the hell was that?" Lydia asked.
"We'll normally I don't remember you going for walks in the woods unless you find a body, so, did you find a body?"
"No,Thankfully." "Stiles?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm freezing."  Stiles placed his hand gently on her bare shoulder and pulled it back immediately,
"Holy Shit you are!" "Get in the back I got my emergency hypothermia kit back there."
"Hypothermia kit?" Lydia said, raising an eyebrow.
"What? It's winter." Stiles said, smirking.
Lydia rolled her eyes, then hopped in the back and tore open the box, filled with fleece blankets and unfortunately, expired toe and hand warmers. She groaned and told Stiles they were expired, Stiles climbed in the back with her and put his jacket over her shoulders. The teens shared an awkward embrace, her attempting to warm herself with his body. Lydia's teeth kept chattering, despite all her and Stiles efforts to cause the contrary.
"Stiles?" Lydia asked, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck.
"Yeah Lyd?" Stiles asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"STSC." She muttered.
"What?' He asked softly.
"STSC. I read in my Bio textbook that skin to skin contact can promote the transfer of body heat, as awkward as that might become."
"Whatever the genius says." He remarked, ripping his tight fitting shirt off and hugging her tighter. She struggled free, looked into his eyes, and ripped her pink cardigan off too, then her white undershirt. Then tackled him onto the backseat and said. "Spoon with me." Stiles was shocked, but Stiles obeyed. "Pants." She muttered in between chattering teeth.
"Are you sure that wouldn't be awkward?" Stiles asked but he knew she would say yes, and sure enough she nodded. Stiles hopped out of the jeep so he could remove them. His thumb caught on his boxers and they slid down quite a bit, revealing something that definitely made it awkward. He quickly pulled them back up, and he heard the familiar "Snap!" of elastic forming around a waist. He climbed back in the Jeep, and returned to his previous position, Lydia pulled her skirt off and set it on the floor of the jeep. She snuggled up against his body, and pulled the blankets over then both. "If we make it out of this," Lydia began, but he cut her off by saying,
"When we make it out of this."
Lydia barrelled on, "When me make it out of this, I want to go on a date to pay you back for this." Stiles nodded dumbly and the two teens continued laying there. After Stiles had deemed her core warm enough, he hopped out and pulled his pants back on, then threw another blanket back on her. Stiles pulled his shirt on, and told her: "Get dressed, I'm taking you to the hospital." She shook her head and began to say something, but he shushed her and put a finger to her lips. he hopped in the front seat, turned the key and drove off, fast in the direction of town.

Stiles' P.O.V.

After about a fifteen minute drive, I pulled up to the hospital. I wrapped her more thoroughly in the blankets, and carried her inside. She had fallen unconscious by this point because of the shock of the cold to her system. I ran to the door and kicked it open. At the sound, Ms. McCall's head flew up, her eyes wide, she saw me running down the hall, and ran around the desk. She opened the next set of doors, and let me through.
I heard her melodious voice say, "Treatment room 3. I'm going to call for one of our EMT's to come up from the ambulance bay." I nodded and began running faster to the end of the hall, then turned the corner, and saw Malia standing there, claws and teeth out, snarling in anger. I slid Lydia between her legs and tackled Malia to the side, growling, the sound from deep in the back of my throat. I grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her against the wall, her head slamming back, and knocking her unconscious. I left her, and picked up Lydia, seeing Emilie, Me and Scott's half sister. I remembered that today she came with Ms. McCall to work.
"Auntie Lydia?" She asked, worry and confusion in her little almond shaped Cocoa Brown eyes.
"Follow me." I said and began running again, she obeyed and we ran the rest of the way to the treatment room, and I laid her down on the bed. I pulled off my jacket and slid on a sanitary hospital apron, I washed my hands in the utility sink and grabbed an alcohol wipe from the cupboard, then wheeled over the I.V. stand from the corner of the room. With shaking hands, I wiped her elbow crook, slowly sliding the Standard I.V. Dextrose drip needle into the vein exposed when I closed her hand into a fist, which wasn't really necessary, but I wanted to reduce the pain and not jerk her out of unconsciousness. Just as I was dropping the surgical gloves into the biohazard bin, Mrs. McCall walked in. I continued disposal procedures and dropped the apron down the schute for the laundry. Looking at the drip and I.V. Stand, She nodded and said, "Nice work." She looked behind me, and saw Em, standing next to Lydia, tracing circles with her finger on her arm, and smiled, knowing the connection the two had. The EMT walked in, carrying blankets, and began laying the thickest ones very carefully on her core and the ends of her main extremities, but then layed thinner ones on the Middle of her legs and arms. He placed an oxygen mask on her face, and wheeled in an oxygen tank, connected it and stood back. "Now we wait." "Stiles?" He said. And my head whipped upward.
"Stay with her, when she wakes up, explain where she is, and explain she needs to stay still under the blankets until her temperatures are all stable, the core thermometer is in the third cupboard, and the infrared thermometer is in the corner for the extremities. Female arms are stable at 85 degrees, legs are stable at 89. Her head is safe at 98, like her core, but that reading will come through with the oral temperature core reading. Got it?" He finished, and I nodded, retaining it all. He and Mrs. McCall left, and I pulled two chairs in from the hallway. I picked up my phone and called Scott.
"I need your help." I immediately said as soon as I heard the sound of the Phone being answered.
"Me and Kira will be there in a minute." He said.
"Thanks." I said and ended the call.
1 and 1/2 minutes later, literally, the door opened and the two of them walked into the room.
"Lydia." Scott said. Walking to her bedside.
"She'll be fine, she's just unconscious, and maybe still on the verge of Hypothermia. The more prevalent problem is Malia."
"Malia? Why is she a problem?"
"She has been attacking me all night."
"Oh... The breakup." I nodded.
"Stiles?" Scott asked, and I asked:
"What is it, Scott?"
"You smell different." He said.
"Same deodorant, and I don't feel different."
"No I mean, you smell different." He said again, putting more emphasis on the last word.
"I mean, I'm pretty stressed."
"No it's not that, you're always stressed." I opened my mouth to counter then I sighed, realising he was right.
"You don't smell human anymore."
"That's impossible." I said becoming confused, then angry.
"The last time you smelled this way was when your mom died."
"Don't speak about my mom!" I yelled, spreading my hands, ready to attack Scott. His eyes widened when he looked at my hands.
"Stiles, look at your fingers." I was confused. But I felt a strange compulsion to do as he said, so I did. And they had grown something strange.
Claws.