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Trapped

"Hey, wait up!"

Lydia pushed the 'open door' button as Stiles slid in.

"Hey," she said. "Did Allison text you?"

"Yeah," he replied. "She said her dad might've found something about what's going on with the mask people."

She nodded. "Scott's not with you?"

"No, but I saw his bike outside."

The numbers lit up as they passed the floors.

"So...how've you been?" Lydia asked him. She knew about the hallucinations that he, Scott, and Allison had been having, and it worried her.

"Good," he said simply.

But she knew better. She saw the dark circles, she saw the change in his eyes. The light slowly draining from them, taking away the Stiles she knew bit by bit.

She opened her mouth to tell him so, and the elevator jolted to a stop, the lights going out.

Instinctively, she reached out for Stiles and found his arm reaching for her. She didn't like the dark, not anymore.

Before she could freak out too much, the dim back-up lights came on. It wasn't much, but it was enough that she could see her hand in front of her face, and more importantly, Stiles.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said, pulling out her phone to call Allison.

"Lydia," she answered. "Where are you?"

"In the elevator," Lydia replied.

"Why are you calling if you're less than a minute away?" Allison said. "Is everything okay?"

"Supernaturally, yes," she answered. "But Stiles and I are both stuck in here."

"Are you guys okay?" her best friend asked.

She glanced at Stiles, who was looking at her expectantly. "Yeah, we're fine, just annoyed."

"Understandable," Allison said. "I'll get the maintenance on it."

"Alright, hurry." Lydia hung up and turned to Stiles. "She's getting the maintenance people."

"So we just wait?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Basically."

She sat down against the back wall and Stiles joined her, his thumb tapping against his thigh.

"So how long is it supposed to be?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Probably not that long."

Stiles nodded. "I hope not."

She looked at him, and he was biting his lip anxiously, and his leg started bouncing.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," he said way too quickly. He stood up and started pacing. "I, uh, just can't stay still for too long. You know that. ADHD and all."

She let him pace in the small elevator for a while, knowing he was trying to keep calm.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked again after a few minutes. "You're not claustrophobic or anything, are you?"

"No," he replied. "I just...I don't know. It's kinda dark, and I don't really like the dark much, and I read that you can run out of oxygen in an elevator ,and I really don't wanna die that way, because, I mean, after all the crap we've gone through, I die in a freaking elevator? Come on, how pathetic is that?"