Wake Up//Stydia AU

05. Hurricane

"Lyds we've gotta go!"

It was finally Friday. They sun was shining and a slight breeze filled the air. Both Stiles and Lydia had fortunately gotten off work early, so the two were hoping to make it back to Beacon Hills in time to see everyone before the big day.

Stiles was leaned up against his baby blue Jeep slightly annoyed that they weren't on the road yet due to a certain strawberry blonde.

"Stiles just five more minutes I swear. I just need to go say goodbye to Carley and we can leave."

It was taking every ounce of will power for Lydia not to roll her eyes. "Just get the car started and find some good music."

Stiles could hardly get a hum of a response out before she started making her way upstairs. Once Lydia was out of sight she took out her cellphone.

Carley and her had already said goodbye this morning before work.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

"Hello?" The girl breathed out a sigh of relief. "Hey Scott."

The alpha, and the banshee. It's an interesting combination, but their friendship worked. The two didn't call much, but that is because they never felt the need to. In the beginning, when Stiles first got up and left, it had hit them the hardest. They were the only three left who had been there since the beginning. The three of them had been through the most, and losing another member took its toll. Scott and Lydia grew close as they mourned the lost of their friend. Obviously Stiles wasn't dead, but there were periods of time where he might as well have been.

"Scott I've got to talk to about something. It's about Stiles."

The other end was silent.

"I found him."

Still silence.

"It was crazy Scott. He's still here in San Francisco. We live the the same building. How insane is that? Did you know he had a dog now? I almost tripped over it trying to get groceries out of my car. He's here Scott; Stiles is here."

The line was still quiet. Lydia would have thought he hung up if it wasn't for the slight sound of his breathing.

"Here's where it gets weirder. I'm two minutes away from getting in the car with him. We are coming back for the wedding. Mr. Stilinski called and-"

"Stiles is coming to the wedding?" His voice spoke up suddenly. It was quiet, but Lydia couldn't quite define its tone. She could hear surprise and sadness, but at he same time there was excitement and joy.

"Yes." Her voice was suddenly caught in her throat.

There was a pause. "I can't believe it." He sounded breathless.

"Lydia we gotta bring him back. We gotta really try this weekend."

The banshee could only nod as she tried to hold back tears. "He's not the same Scott; something is wrong. I don't know what it is but I'm going to find out. Not this weekend though. This weekend is about getting the pack back together." A sad smile played on her lips. The idea of bringing back the boy to his once sarcastic self made her heart swell. She missed that; they all did.

The two were quiet for another moment longer, both of them taking in what had just been said.

Stiles was finally coming home.

"I should get going before he notices." Lydia was the one to break the silence. "I'll see you soon Scott." Tears were now escaping her emerald eyes.