Disconnected [allydia]

6 days gone

"I need your... I need your help."

Lydia held the phone away from her ear as Scott giggled loudly from his end of the call. Drunk. Again.

"What you need is a few sessions of AA."

He laughed too loudly, each exhale feigning happiness brought only by the cruelty of a drink - or six. "You always know what to say."

Lydia pushed back a wave of anger. God, he was selfish - destroying himself even when the entire pack needed his leadership more than ever. "What do you want, Scott?"

"I need a... Ride home! Someone took my keys at the door and they won't..." He cut off his sentence, talking to someone nearby. "Hey, will you give me my keys back? I'm dot nrunk!" When his request was clearly denied, he went back to addressing Lydia. "They're not giving them back."

"They shouldn't." She sighed, knowing that this had already become her responsibility. "Fine. Where are you?"

"I'm at Danny's house." He hiccuped. "I think."

"Fine. I'll be there in ten."

--

When Scott lifted himself into the passenger seat of Lydia's Mercedes, he brought the stench of sweat and alcohol along with him.

Lydia handed him a bucket and a towel. "You'd better not be too drunk to aim when you puke."

Scott simply giggled (which wasn't at all reassuring).

Lydia reversed out of the short driveway and began driving down the street of perfectly-aligned houses. She was silent for only a moment, before saying softly, "This isn't fair, you know."

The alpha simply stared ahead of him, a contented smile pasted across his lips.

"We need you, Scott." Lydia paused. "Everyone is falling apart."

The words didn't seem to faze him, and he continued to look at the road ahead as though completely deaf to the world.

"God damnit, Scott!" Lydia bashed her hands on the steering wheel, stomping on the accelerator for a brief moment. "We're already falling apart without her. We don't need to lose you in a wave of alcoholism and self-blame! You can't just ruin yourself on a wild hunt for anaesthesia and fucking leave us all behind! Don't abandon us the one time we need you the most!" She paused, regained her composure. "You need to pull it together. You, more than anyone else."

Scott continued to stare at the road ahead, eyes glazed over with the touch of alcohol, small smile on his lips a reminder of his obliviousness to the pain of sadness. "You might as well start looking for things to fill the hole she left. It's not going to get better."

Lydia looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. He stared back at her for a brief moment.

Scott leaned over and puked into the bucket.

Lydia wanted to scream.