Deal With It. A Stydia Love Story.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
Deaton

"Well it seems like something very interesting is happening, something that hasn't happened in a very long time. We have another true alpha on our hands. There haven't been two, since, Cain and Abel." Our mouths dropped, but Deaton continued.
"You see, it wasn't Lucifer or Satan who told Cain to kill Abel, it was the demon wolf of that time. When Cain killed Abel, he managed to take a true alpha's power, only because he was one as well. With the combined power of two packs, and two true alphas in one being, he went on a rampage, killing anything supernatural that moved, until eventually he had enough power to kill the demon wolf. He then became the most powerful being to ever live, he had achieved immortality, and he changed his name to, Deucalion. Now that you are a beta by will, it won't take much time until you fully transform into the other true alpha. Your instincts are going to tell you to take the other alpha's power, neither of you must allow that to happen, for, Scott, your instincts will tell you the same." After Deaton finished his speech, we had so many questions, but Deaton said he wasn't feeling well, and we held our tongues.
"This presents a problem." I said, looking to my side in a flash of movement towards Scott on the drive back.
"Which problem, of the hundreds I can see."
"I'm focusing on three main problems, One, who leads the pack, Two, How am I gonna learn control in three days, and finally, Three, Who makes the betas?" I said glancing at Scott again on the last word.
"Well, the pack rules itself through a democracy, but you and me can veto certain things. Derek or I will teach you control, but his way is more effective, but also way more painful. And, no betas until the pack votes for it."
"Deal." I pulled the cart over. I quickly shifted, sliced my hand, and said
"Blood Oath, no killing each other." Scott nodded, did the same and we grasped each other's hands tightly. I turned the key again and we continued down the winding streets of Beacon Hills.
"One more thing." I said, pulling up to the hospital parking lot.
"Sure, what is it." Scott asked.
"I think Natalie finally has to know what really happens in Beacon Hills." Scott nodded thoughtfully, but said:
"Let's wait until Lydia wakes up, then take a pack vote." I nodded, agreeing.
We walked into the hospital, then to the bed-rest room where Lydia had been moved on the second floor.
Scott walked with me, and we got into the elevator together. There was only person in there, waiting for the 3rd floor.
"Hello, Stiles." The woman said in a cold voice. I recognised it immediately, she threw a punch, colliding with Scott's head, knocking him out cold. She threw another, but I caught it with my palm. My claws grew, and my eyes turned bright gold. Malia's eyes widened, and I used her surprise, gripping her hair and slamming her head against the elevator doors, and went unconscious, I checked her pulse and felt that it was steady. I pressed the button for the 1st floor and the elevator descended. I picked up Scott and tossed him over my shoulder, pinning him in place against my shoulder with a forearm on his waist. I carried him to the the front desk and to Mrs. McCall.
"He tripped and his head hit the floor, hard, he went unconscious and I carried him back. Can you handle this, I gotta go see Lydia." When she nodded I walked back to the elevator bay, and pressed the "Up." Button. The doors opened, and I strode in, and casually pressed the button to the second floor. I felt the elevator rise, and I waited to exit. The doors opened once again, and I walked out in the direction of the room Lydia was in. I rasped lightly on the door, just to make sure she wasn't sleeping.
"Hey Lyds? It's Stiles. Can I come in?" I heard a slight grunt, followed by an "Uh-Huh." I stepped in carefully. I looked toward the centre of the room, Lydia was laying down on her side on the bed. I walked to the corner, and grabbed the rolling stool, sat in it and wheeled myself slowly to the other side of the bed.
"You're looking so much better. You're not light blue anymore." I smiled and she reciprocated. I brushed a few hairs out of her face with a finger, then cupped her right cheek with my hand. I stared into her emerald almond shaped eyes. Her mascara had begun to run and I picked up on it.
"Have you been crying?" I asked. And she nodded.
"What's wrong Ariel?" I smiled. She began to cry, sobbing a few times then pulled herself together.
"What's wrong?" I tried again.
"My dad is going back to being a marine engineer. He ships out in a week, and he can't even come to Beacon Hills to say bye." I grabbed her shoulders and helped her sit up. I wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
"He came up with Ariel didn't he?" I asked, finding a sudden interest in my feet. She nodded, so slightly I almost missed it.
"But I have good news, you're cleared for leaving if you want." Me and her discussed times for pickup and eventually agreed that me and her would leave after two more hours of bed-rest.

*Two Hours Later.* Cue SpongeBob Transition. Lydia looked at her phone again, and it read 4:37, 10 minutes after she was supposed to leave with Stiles. She walked out of the room, finding an asleep Stiles on the bench outside the room.
"Right there, Faster, Faster Lyds." Stiles muttered in his sleep, his face pinched with pleasure.
Lydia flicked his temple, and he woke up so fast that he fell off the bench. Lydia doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach, as Stiles got up again.
"That's what you get for the wet dream about me." Lydia said, gesturing to his slowly receding erection pulling against his red jeans. His face flushed,
How much of that did you hear?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"The end, or rather your end." Lydia said, putting an extraordinary amount of emphasis on the word "Your". She smirked. "I'll be sure to fulfill that dream, as a penance for my life."
"No need."
"Trick question, right answer." She said, smirking. She stood on her toes, pressing her lilac-purple lips to his cheek. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her tiny frame flush with his toned torso and legs. She giggled, and looked directly into his eyes, he leaned down, making their lips mere centimetres apart. Lydia closed the distance, before she even thought about it. She tangled her hands in his messy brown curls, deepening the kiss, he put his hands on her waist, and she hopped onto him, hooking her legs around his waist. His hands slid down, to her upper thighs, but never lingered on her ass, "A true gentleman." She thought, and grinned against his lips.
"Lyd?" He asked.
"Yeah?" She asked against his lips.
"How about we do this somewhere else?" He asked and she nodded. He set her down, but swept her off her feet again, making her giggle. He placed a gentle, but firm, forearm and hand against her neck, and hooked his other forearm under her knees. He walked her to the elevator, and she reached an arm out, pressing the down button. They strode into the elevator. She pressed the button for floor one, and then felt the response of the elevator going down. She wrapped her arms around his neck. And she leaned her head in for a peck on the cheek. The doors opened and they walked out of the hospital, hopping into Stiles's jeep. They arrived at Stiles's house, and he picked her up again, out of the jeep.
"Stay here." He told her, and continued "I have to get something ready." He rushed inside, and began, unbeknownst to Lydia, began lighting tons of candles. He rushed back outside and lifted her again, he carried her to his room, where several hundred lavender candles were lit.
"Baby, things are gonna get wild." He said, a devious smirk, and glint in his chocolate eyes, flecked with gold spikes in his irises.