Readmitted (Teen Wolf Fanfic)

Out of the Frying Pan

Lydia's pov

Stiles was hurting- she could tell that. The monitors were dipping about like crazy and his eyelids were fluttering in his forced sleep. Lydia knew Stiles would probably deny being in pain, that was just the type of person he was. She wasn't sure how many times she had heard the words 'I'm fine'- especially over the past few days.

So Lydia was extremely shocked when he cracked his whiskey eyes open and whimpered "It hurts"

"Oh Stiles" she gasped. "Stiles"

"Lydia" he mumbled, grimacing in pain.

It had been what seemed like a few days since the 'experiments' had started and Valack had started turning her away so all she could hear were Stiles' screams of agony.

Nothing seemed to really leave a physical remainder though- or at least anything that would heal in a week or so. Lydia hadn't seen what had been happening but Valack seemed to use the word 'spark' to describe Stiles. She had no idea what that was and the one time she had tried to ask Stiles he had only said something about Deaton before Valack returned. After that he hadn't done much talking at all except to say 'I'm fine'.

The door opened revealing Valack.... with a drill. It looked wicked with a sharp, pointy attachment like a knife blade. Suddenly Lydia realised why he must have it.

"No!" Lydia screamed, straining against her bonds. "Don't you dare do that to him!" In the background Stiles was thrashing again.

"Don't worry" smiled Valack. "It's not for him"

Lydia's eyes widened. If it wasn't for him then who was it for? Stiles figured it out before her if his increased screaming and the yelling from his direction was anything to go by. Lydia blinked. If it wasn't for Stiles, then... it must be for her.

It was Lydia's turn to scream and thrash. Everything went fuzzy and white as she screamed as high as her banshee powers allowed her to go, hoping to escape, escape right now. A hand-Valack's- brushed her hair back and she heard the tell-tale whirring that signalled the starting of the drill. She vaguely heard a crash from Stiles' direction then the horrible noise stopped and as her senses returned she found Valack on the floor, Sties standing above him with his destroyed prison behind him and as she watched the door opened once more.

It wasn't reinforcements for Valack oh no. It was the two people that they had searched for the most in the past few days. The people that were there when she went catatonic. The people that caused her to go catatonic. Peter Hale and Deucalion.

"Well" smirked Peter sarcastically. "It seems we didn't need to help much after all"

Stiles' pov

Stiles hurt so much. He hurt absolutely everywhere from the things Valack had done to him. His goal was to 'harness' Stiles' spark and Stiles was not going to let his spark be 'harnessed'. He hardly knew what it was himself. He couldn't have another episode like those with the nogitsune. He couldn't let more people die because of him.

Lydia called to him and he opened his trembling lips and uttered "It hurts" and Stiles heard a gasp of shock from Lydia then silence again.

Stiles wondered why she had gasped. It wasn't like it was anything new- Stiles had been hurting for days now and he was pretty sure that Lydia could see that fro him or those machines. Don't think about needles.

Stiles heard the door open and suddenly all he could remember was the horrible, consuming pain he felt during Valack's experiments. He wasn't going to go through that again. Stiles jerked as hard as he could against his bonds when he saw the drill in the hated man's hands. No no no no no. He had to get out, he had to.

His head cleared as he heard the words "It's not for him" directed towards Lydia. Lydia. He was going to use it on Lydia. As the tool started and Lydia's terrible screaming filed his ears, he remembered in the basement of this very facility with Malia and the drill against her head. He started to yell. He had to get out to save her. He had to get out. He had to. He had to. HE HAD TO!

With a great yank Stiles pulled out of his bonds that he had been trying to escape for days. Ignoring the crashing and splintering noises from the chair behind him, he ran over towards where Lydia was as fast as he could and tackled Valack. He wasn't sure when the drill stopped.

He stood up and placed his foot on Valack's chest- threatening to crush his lungs if he so much as twitched. Stiles looked up at Lydia who was shaky and pale but otherwise alright. Her eyes widened and Stiles spun around. There stood the crazy alpha duet- he hadn't heard the door open.

"Well it seems like we didn't need to help much after all" came Peter's silky smooth voice.

Deucalion leapt forwards and just before Stiles' world went dark he wondered how he had escaped his bonds.

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