Please, Stay- A Stydia AU

Tanner pt. 1

"NO! I'm sorry! No! Tanner! Please! Please don't! No!" Lydia slumped against her mother even as she fought to get into the room again, as if she could bring his heartbeat back.

"TANNER! Don't you dare leave me! No! No! Don't stop fighting! Don't do it! Tanner! Tanner, please! Please, stay! Tanner!" Her voice ripped from her as she sobbed, her throat burning but she didn't notice. Nothing mattered.

"Tanner..." She sobbed into her mother, who stubbornly held her.

She looked at her father desperately but he just shook his head and walked away, his own pain seeming to radiate off of him.

"Lydia!"

She woke with a gasp, her cheeks cold and wet. She looked to the side to see Stiles, his hand on her shoulder. He was leaning over her, his eyes concerned and worried. She fell into his bare chest, sobbing against him.

"I have you," he whispered, "I have you."

"What happened?" She managed to choke out.

"You were sleep talking..."

Lydia took a shaky breath. "What did I say?"

"Tanner's name... And... You said "please stay." You asked him to stay..." His hand cupped her cheek. "Lyds..."

She shook her head and took another breath. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

Lydia looked at him for a moment before pressing her lips against his. When she pulled away, she whispered, "I'm positive."

Stiles looked at her hesitantly, obviously thinking that she wasn'tbeing honest with him. He still looked concerned.

"How are you?" Lydia whispered

Stiles hesitated. "I'm okay. I... I really..." He hesitated. "My dad's going to be okay," he said slowly, "because I won't let him not be."

Lydia nodded slowly. "Does he know when the surgery is?"

"He said they've scheduled him for the 5th."

  Lydia nodded. "Okay." She fell quiet, unable to stop her thoughts from drifting back to her dream. Tanner. In a way her father was right. Why was it that she could live and he had to die?

  "Lyds?" Stiles whispered.

  "I'm okay." She knew she needed to talk to him. He needed to know. Of course he needed to know. It was more than that- she wanted him to know.

But not now. She couldn't relive his death and the accident too. Not right now. But he was going to ask. He was too concerned not to.

  "I need to get home," she said softly, slowly getting dressed. "But hey." She pulled him to her and kissed him quickly. "Do you want to go out tonight? Like out?"

  Stiles perked up, his eyes lighting with excitement. "Like a date?"

  She smiled. "Yeah. And if you want I'll tell you everything."

  "Okay." His fingers slid through her hair. "But you know you don't have to tell me anything. I'd never push you."
   "Really?"

  "Always."

  She couldn't stop her smile as she kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

-

  Stiles was humming when he entered the kitchen, pulling out what he needed to make a doctor approved breakfast for him and his dad. John cocked an eyebrow at him and cleared his throat.

  Stiles glanced over. "Hi. Hungry?"

   John raised his eyebrow higher.

  "I take that as a yes."

  John made a small, curious sound.

   Stiles sighed. "Yes?"

  "You're in much better than you were last night."

  "Am I?"

  "More relaxed."

  "Oh." Stiles smiled to himself as he turned to his cooking. "Are you drinking enough water?"

  "I'm fine," John replied, still sounding amused.

  "You sure?"

  He could practically hear his father rolling his eyes. "I'm sure son."

  Stiles looked back at him over his shoulder. He hesitated for only a second before making his way to him and kneeling down in front of him. "Dad," he said slowly. "I need you to stay with me. Nothing can happen to you." His voice was surprisingly steady, full of conviction. "You're going to be fine."

  Josh looked him dead in the eyes as he answered, "I know. I'm not going anywhere."

  Stiles's eyes rested on his father for a long moment before he finally nodded and turned away. For the first time in ages, he actually felt like things were going to be okay.

Until the phone rang and they weren't.

-
Her hands were shaking as she called him. She didn't want to tell him. Telling him, actually talking to him about this, would just make it real.

  "Hello? Mrs. Martin?" Stiles asked. "What's going on?"

  She tried to keep her composure, at least in her voice. But the moment her mouth opened a sob escaped. "Lydia's been in an accident Stiles. We're at the hospital."

A/N I hadn't meant for it to be this short gah! But the next one should be up soon!!! Let me know what you think! It keeps my updates quick and motivated :)