Take Two - Stydia

Allison?

Lydia's pov

"Scott, what do we do? How many clues have you had?" Scott grabs out his phone, "Hold up, I took a photo of it. Damn it, my phones going to die," He looks up at us both, "Do any of you have a charger?"
I shake my head but Stiles looks hopeful, "I have one in my jeep, go grab it. It's in the middle console at the front,"
"Thanks," He walks off and I sense an opportunity to talk to Stiles,
"Um, Stiles?" I turn my head to look at him,
"Yes?" He replies, shifting his attention to me,
"Um, Malia was at your house when I left..." Do I tell him why she didn't come in? This is so awkward I shouldn't have said anything,
"I know," Stiles grins at me, "Why'd you tell her I wasn't home?"
"Well, um..." I feel my cheeks heat up, "I didn't want her to see you, I know what she did." I lean against the wall and stare at the floor anxiously, "I'm sorry, it's not my place to be," Stiles looks at me like he's trying to figure something out, then he chuckles, "Lydia, don't be like that. You have every right-"

"I'm back!" I hear Scott shuffle down the stairs, he appears with his phone in his mouth and my charger in his hand. "Nice timing idiot," Stiles mutters under his breath, what was he going to say? I slump down onto the couch, "Well go on then, show us," Scott plugs in his phone and turns it on, he goes into his gallery and on the screen shows a message,

'This may seem irrelevant or like a joke, but trust me my friend it is not what it seems. You can deny it all you want, but your life will break at the seams. Follow these clues and and answer my commands and you may find a missing puzzle piece that was taken under "someones" demand.'

"Scott, this is serious." Stiles exclaims. Could the missing piece be someone who has died? It could be right? Allison is all I can think about, we have to do this. What could the last clue mean? 'The best option for your mate.' Stiles. His room. "Guys I know where it is." They both look at me in shock, "where?" Stiles asks cautiously, I look into his eyes. "Your old bedroom."

"Nope, no, never. Oliver is in there." Stiles denies immediately,
"it's where it is, I can feel it. We have to at least have a look."
"Actually Lydia, you might be on to something, but how do we get past the guards?" Scott, tilts his head towards the ceiling, "There's footsteps everywhere,"
"Which means people everywhere." Stiles continues,
"Guys! There has to be a way, we need to do this." I walk to the stairs leading up to the ground floor, "are you coming?" Our lives have been a wreck without Allison, everything was fine for a while, but we were all grieving. Nobody wanted to cause any chaos, it would just upset everyone even more. I take off my heels, they would just make more noise, I place them down next to the stairs. As I walk up the stairs I notice Stiles pick them up and place them under a set of drawers.
"Just in case someone comes down here." He shrugs.

We tiptoe down the hallway and I hear Scott whispering to Stiles, "What was the room number?"
"No clue, but I'll remember. I'll never forget." Suddenly Scott stops and he puts a finger to his lips. I can hear someone coming, I hold my breath as a middle aged woman shuffles past us, not even looking up at us. Seeming like her mind was in a different world, it probably was. "This is it." Stiles looks at the door in dismay, I could see his his eyes droop as he opened the door, and when he looked inside you could practically see the last piece of bravery he had left crumble. "I can't- I can't do this," Stiles stammers, Scott goes inside. I take Stiles's hand and whisper, "don't be worried," I smile at him but it doesn't seem to shift his mood. "And hey," I lift his chin up for him to see my face, "you were amazing. You helped us get all this way." The moment is broken when Scott says, "Lydia, I need your help."

I cautiously tiptoe into the room, I hold back a gasp when I see him. Oliver is strapped down to a bed, a sheen of sweat covers his forehead and he grins at me. Scott proceeds to speak to him, "Did anyone come in here and leave a note?" I look straight at him and his smile fades, "No, but they gave me a message." He nervously looks at the wall behind us, "Do you remember what it was?" Scott crouches down and Oliver nods his head. "Do you want to tell me?" Scott asks him, Oliver replies by shaking his head, "I must tell her." He looks over at me and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I glance at Stiles waiting outside the door on watch, he nods to me and I feel like someone's lifted weights off of my shoulders. "Okay, what is it?"
"Come closer," I kneel down and shuffle a tiny bit closer, I feel his hot breath on my ear and I hear him whisper. "Aiden."

I abruptly stand up and Scott's eyes widen. "Did they say anything else? Anything at all?" I hurriedly ask,"
Nothing else."
"Are you sure?"
"Nothing else!" Oliver screams, I then hear someone's footsteps. Without thinking I race back to the basement and see Scott and Stiles close behind, we make it to the door and I quickly go down the stairs, back to where Stiles's charger is plugged into the wall. I flop into a chair and Stiles asks, "what did he say?" I quickly glance at Scott and he nods in approval, "He just whispered." I take a deep breath, bracing myself for Stiles's response, "Aiden."

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Stiles's pov

I lay in bed and I feel my stomach tie in knots. Aiden, Lydia's lost lover that tragically died from being stabbed by an Oni. "What does this mean?" I had asked her, but all she said was, "I don't know," Lydia whispersped, she stared into the distance. Now I just want to know what she's thinking. I want to ask her. But I can't, I'm afraid, afraid of the answer. What if it's no? I turn to check the time, 12:23am, ugh. I've got work in the morning so I need to catch at least some sleep! But I just can't stop thinking about her. I'm probably going to regret this, in fact I regret it before I even do it, but here we go. I climb out of my window making extra special care to leave a note on my bed saying, 'I'll be back soon Dad.' As quietly as I can I slip out of the window and grab a tree branch. I swing until I can get past the flower bed and I let go. "Ouch!" I yell, groundshock. I hope the neighbors didn't here me. Then I run, I won't take the car because Dad might suspect something more than just going a couple of streets away. I run and I run, and I can tell you I don't not like running, at all. Before i know it I'm standing in front of her very large house, I walk to the front door, but I know it will be locked. I search for another way in, I look up and see a window open, could it be Lydia's? May as well check. I climb up a tree and launch onto the window sill, half into there house and I see her. Not Lydia, Prada. Her little dog starts barking like there's no tomorrow, damn it.

"Hey shh," I desperately try to calm her down but it doesn't work. I hear creaking of floorboards and I know I'm screwed. The light switches on and Lydia walks into the room, she's wearing a light blue singlet and striped pj pants, "Uh, Stiles?" Oh god this is embarrassing. I feel my cheeks heat up in shame, "Lydia I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have come." She looks at me with a pained expression,
"I have no clue how you feel right now Stiles, but something's happening between us, I can feel it." My heart pounds and I feel dizzy, she's going to reject me, I just know it. "But, anything that happens won't ruin that feeling." What!? I nod, semi-unsure of what she's saying, "and I know," she continues, "that something's going on with Aiden, but that won't break this, okay?" I look into her beautiful eyes, I've never loved her as much as I do right now, breaking the mood I say, "Lydia?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm picking you up at 7pm tomorrow night, wear something warm."
Lydia smiles at me and I feel my chest fill with pride, I turn to leave and I hear her say, "Stiles," I turn around and I feel her arms embrace me, she buries her head in my shoulder, I never want to let go. So I don't.