Stydia One Shots

Six Years (part three)

Of course stiles remembered that night. How could any one forget? It was that time, that his 15 year plan was completely destroyed. After all the looks, subtle touching, the way the other was jealous of them with someone else. Finally, after the 9 years of waiting, Lydia and Stiles finally told each other how they really felt.

That night wasn't sexy, or hot, or dirty, or anything in between. It was caring, slow, filled with love.

"Yes, I remember. Never could really forget, actually," Said stiles.

"Neither could I," Lydia looked at the picture of her beautiful daughter with sad eyes.

Lydia had used her blood sweat and tears with a little help from the Mcalls to raise this child. He wasn't there for any of it.

"Stiles, I'm sorry, but I have to go pick her up from Melissa's house." She gathered her purse, grabbed the keys, and walked towards the door.

"No way, not without me. If this is our daughter, I want to meet her." He walked behind her.

Lydia whipped her head around furiously causing her strawberry blonde curls to hit him in the face.

"Our daughter, Stiles? Our daughter? She is not your daughter. You weren't here for any of her life, hell, you didn't even know she exists! So you do not get the right to call her your daughter, Stiles."

"Well I'm here now, ok! I'm here, and I'm here to stay. You want to know why I came back, Lydia? Why I left my life in L.A. For this town overrun by supernatural creatures? Because I missed you. I missed seeing your face everyday, or hearing your voice even if it's over the phone, or being able to hold you in my arms when you needed me. I missed that, Lydia, I miss you."

Lydia felt her heart break along with stiles' as he said his little speech. She felt small tears form but didn't dare to let them seep, aside from one that managed to slip out onto her cheek, leaving a sad and hurt look on her face.

"I miss loving you."

That was all it took for her to break down, small sobs that grew and grew escaping her. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, giving her a shelter, something to protect her that had been missing for so long. He held her tight, and she buried her head into his chest, and curled into him like she just wanted to disappear. But stiles would never let that happen, no, now that he had her he was never going to let go.

Lydia mumbled something, but she was too hidden in his shirt for anyone to understand.

"What?" He questioned, pulling away, but seeing her tear streaked face broke his heart.

He always knew Lydia was a storm, crackling with lightning and thunder, but when she rained it was beautiful. But stiles had turned her into a hurricane. All the more, she still looked beautiful. She a beaten down, tired, broken Angel.

She hiccuped, trying to squeeze in the tears so she could annunciate her words.

"I-I love you, stiles. I never stopped." Her eyes looked bewildered, like she had been hidden somewhere dark all the years and just seen the light. That's how she felt, though, when she first saw stiles out on the dark road with his beaten up old jeep. She had tried all the years that he was gone to convince her self that stiles was gone, she didn't care about him, but when she saw him there, it was like he never left.

When stiles heard Lydia say those 3 simple words, it was like bullets hit him through the heart, but in a good way. A slow burn erupted from his chest, a burn of feelings, of love towards this strawberry blonde girl in front of him. The burn traveled throughout his body, coursing through his veins.