Stydia One Shots

Lydia and the Lighthouse

Stiles stared at his body, a pale mess draped over the rocks. Cops had instructed that no one is to move it until they got a hold on the situation. His body's mouth was wide open, and his eyes were dead and decayed. He remembered exactly what happened, exactly how it felt to drown.

It felt as if his lungs were burning, every once of his body becoming a part of the water. At the last minute before he passed out from lack of oxygen, it was almost like he could breathe the water. Now, he was just a spirit, keeping watch over the world.

More like over her.

The last thing Stiles saw before he died was a beam of light, cutting through the dark sky. It was coming from the lighthouse, almost like a final promise from her.

He kept watching his body as the forensic scientists prodded his mouth and eyes. God, can't a dead guy get some space? Then, from behind him, he heard a silent mumble. His head whipped around, and it was her.

She looked so sad, so broken, like her soul has escaped her body like Stiles' did. It was such an opposite from the girl he had known, who he had grown to love.

"No," she had said, in a small voice. So small that no one around her noticed. "Not him. Not Stiles," She had tears in her eyes, but Stiles could tell she was trying hard to keep them in. It reminded him of when they first met.

Stiles was exploring the coast of his new home, searching along the rocks for different wildlife in the tide pools. His small family uprooted the small California town, and moved up north, in a small little fishing village near Oregon. Stiles was so emerged in examining a little sea crab when he saw a huge shadow creeping his way. He squinted and covered his eyes, looking at the huge looming over him. It was a light house, bright white like the sea foam with a red stripe at the top. He could just barley see a form leaning over the railing. Stiles, being the curious bastard he was, decided to climb the tower.

He reached the top, panting and breathless. The form-probably a person- wasn't there.

"So, what's it to you to go searching in lighthouses you down know about?" A raspy voice came from behind him, followed by a few sniffles. He turned around to see a girl, maybe the same age as him. She was perched atop the roof of the lighthouse, eyes red and cheeks tinged pink.

"Don't worry, I won't judge your fascination with the ghost crabs in the pools." She tried to joke before wiping a few unspilled tears.

"Um-well, I was just exploring, and I saw this. Thought I'd come check it out." He tried to shove his hands in his pockets, but seeing as it was the morning and he was still in his pjs, there was not pockets. "I love marine biology. Actually what I want to do in the world."

"Lydia." She said, looking back out into the vast body of water.

"What?"

"My name. It's Lydia. I thought I'd tell you." She smiled again, turning her eyes to him. Stiles finally got a better look at her face. She looked wise, the one who would sit alone at school because no one could keep up with her thoughts. To him, she was beautiful, but that isn't what mattered. He wanted to know more about the girl who hung out in the lighthouse, get to know her as her person. He wanted to study what mad her mad, what made her cry, and what made her smile-he wanted to find that out so he could make her smile everyday. Lydia, the girl in the lighthouse, intrigued him.

Every day, Stiles and Lydia would go to the lighthouse. They would talk, and talk, and talk. "Lydia, what do you want to do?" He asked her once.