Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

Wake Up

"So wake up your sleeping heart. And we will dream a dream for us, that no one else can touch. My dear, I'm here. So wake up."
Lydia POV
"It can't be true" I whispered to myself. But I knew it was. Scott knew it too, I could read it on his face. We both had that feeling that neither of us could deny.
Stiles was dead.
I called Scott immediately after I heard thousands of voices harshly whisper Stiles's name as I screamed myself awake. He ran to my house and then we left in my car to find him. The rain was pouring and lightning struck but we didn't care. Both of us were silently praying that I was wrong. I had to be wrong. But deep down, I felt like a part of me was gone. Not just gone, but torn away from me violently without any warning. It hurt like no pain I've ever felt before. That's how I knew it was true. The other end of my emotion tether was cut, leaving me empty with nothing to grasp. I wanted to scream and cry and break everything in sight, but I stayed silent as Scott drove. I told him where to drive until we eventually realized we were being led to the woods. Nothing good ever happened in the woods. No wonder that's where his body is.

When we arrived, Scott parked the car and we both rushed out. We stood together in front of the car, the headlights still on. I grabbed his arm to keep from fainting. I turned away, not wanting to look at whatever what in front of us and asked,
"Do you see his body?" my voice was shaking but I couldn't control it.
"Yes". He answered breathlessly.
I swallowed my scream.
"Is he dead?"I choked out.
Scott whimpered.
"Yes."
"Are...are you sure?" I still wasn't looking. My face was turned towards Scott's tattoo.
"Lydia, he's completely purple. And...and he's not breathing. He's dead. Please don't make me say it again." Scott croaked. I knew it killed him to say those words but I needed clarity. I finally turned to face the truth. I saw Stiles's still body on the Forrest floor. He had weird purple and blue marks all over the parts of skin I could see.
"No..." I whispered. I could feel a scream building. Mascara ran down my cheeks and my throat burned. I was drenched with rain and tears and felt like I was going to burst. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I threw myself onto the hood of the car and screamed to my voices capacity. I wasn't just screaming, I was hollowing in anger and fear and complete utter sadness over the loss of someone Ive known longer than I've known myself. I smashed my fists onto the car, making two rock sized dents on either side of me as I let out another scream. This time it was even louder. All of the car windows shattered and glass rained onto me but I just didn't car. I didn't care if I ruined my car or if I was cold and drenched. Nothing mattered but him. The loss of him anyways.

Sheriff Stilinski came and sat next to me. I was crossed legged on the hood of the car. I hadn't left it since my breakdown. His body had been taken away an hour ago and Scott was with it at the hospital, but I stayed. I didn't want to go to the hospital. There was nothing they could do. I looked at sheriff. He was just as heartbroken as I was.
"They said it was lighting." He muttered sadly. I nodded.
"But why him? Why would it strike him out of all the people in the world?"
He shook his head.
"Stiles was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could have been anyone."
I bit back a sob as more hot tears dwelled in my eyes.
"I loved him." I murmured.
"Yeah, I did too kiddo." He said as he rested a hand on my back. I scooted closer and leaned into his side.
"But you got to tell him that. I never got to tell him. I had chances to, but I never took those chances. And now I'll never get to." My voice broke at the end. I began to cry hysterically again. Sheriff pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. He was also crying very hard. We stayed like that for a while. Neither of us wanted to be comforted. We just wanted to let it all out. Alone but together in our little circle of despair. I didn't want to let go of sheriff. His frame and scent reminded me of Stiles. It was like hugging him one last time. And to Sheriff, holding me was holding something his son loved so dearly all his life. We gave each other comfort.

•one week later•
I stood over Stiles's dead body in the morgue. He was lying on the cold steel table, covered in a sheet that was folded just below his collar bones so I could see his face once more. They had asked me to identify the body. Sure enough, it was him. The past week had been hell without him. I had been clinging to the hope that he was still alive somehow. But staring at this lifeless corpse in front of me, I knew that just wasn't going to happen. I threw the clipboard I was holding down and screamed.
"NO." I yelled. I refused to believe the beautiful boy I had learned to know and love was dead. I had dreams for us. They died along with him.
"wake up Stiles please just wake up." I pleaded. I gripped the sides of the table until my knuckles turned white as I continued to beg for him to open his eyes.
"Wake up just wake up WAKE UP."
I screamed. I began to bang on his chest, still screaming for him to wake up. On my final blow, the waves that I recently learned to create with my voice came out of my hand as it made contact with his chest. I still clung to the table and sobbed into my hand. I heard a slight rustling next to me. I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. I glanced up from my tear stained hand and my eyes met his. His eyes were open and had life inside them. I stumbled back in shock and raised a hand  to my mouth. Stiles looked just as freaked out as I was.
I pulled my hands from face and looked and them in horror. What exactly was capable of? I curled my fingers into soft fists and looked back up at Stiles.
"You-you were dead." I stuttered.
"But now I'm alive." He said carefully, as if not wanted to startle me. I was beyond startled.
"H-how?" I voice was shaking again. Tears streamed down my face.
"I don't know. Maybe it's something to do with your voice. Your scream might-" I cut him off.
"Just shut up already." I said in a weak voice and pulled him into a kiss. I could feel his eyes open wide, then slowly flutter shut, just like the first time. I broke apart and rested my forehead against his.
"I love you."
"What?" He asked, unable to his smile.
"I love you. And I never thought I'd get a chance to say that to you, or get to feel your lips on mine again, but God has given us a second chance. I swear Stiles, I could marry you right now. You're never slipping away again, okay? I won't let you. You're mine. And I'm yours, if you'll have me."
He gave me a short kiss before replying.
"Of course I'll have you Lyds. I love you. Never forget that."
I smiled, our foreheads still together.
I felt like my heart has been awakened. No one could touch us, we were golden. In a way, we had both finally woken up.