Oneirataxia
(n.) The inability to distinguish dreams or fantasy from real life
When Lydia woke up the next morning she nearly screamed. She believed that everything that had happened the night before, was simply a dream. There had to be a logical explanation for how Allison was alive, after a year of being dead.
Lydia couldn't, no, refused to believe that her best friend was alive.
Just then, Allison started coughing in the bed next to her. It was the kind of coughing that feels like death and comes from right in your chest and is much louder than normal coughing.
"Allison?!" Lydia cried anxiously, shaking the brunette awake. As Allison opened her eyes and looked deep into Lydia's green ones, she stopped coughing, it was almost as if it had never happened.
"Are you alr-" Lydia began to ask.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
"You sure?"
"I'm fine."
"Okay..." Lydia said warily. She wished she could get one of the pack's help with this, but it was too soon, they couldn't know, not yet.
"So, since my dad is obviously not in our apartment, where is he?" Allison questioned as she sat up in Lydia's bed.
"Um, Mexico." Mumbled Lydia in response, looking anywhere but at Allison.
"Why?"
"He's working with the major hunting family that works there."
"Oh, is there anyway for me to get in touch with him?" Lydia shook her head gently. "Then I guess I'll just have to go to Mexico, I'll come back, don't worry, it's just to see him and talk to him."
"I'm coming with you then." Lydia stated, getting out of bed and going over to her dresser. It was no use to argue with the strawberry blonde so Allison silently nodded her head in agreement. "So when do you want to go?"
Allison took a moment to consider her options, but finally decided that now was better than ever. "Now." And Lydia looked at her like she was crazy, but maybe she was the crazy one, because she was going to Mexico with her dead best friend, so maybe now did make the most sense.
"Alright, get dressed, take a shower and meet me downstairs in half an hour and we'll go." And with that Allison left the room and Lydia called Stiles, because they needed some warning before him or Scott saw the two girls, plus, Alli needs a passport.
-
"You're doing what?!" Shrieked Stiles.
"Taking Allison to Mexico so that she can see her dad." Lydia replied with a sigh, resting her head in her hand because dealing with a confused Stiles this early in the morning was a pain at times.
"How?"
"With my car, obviously, also, Allison needs a passport, like, really soon."
"Okay, understandable if you're going to freaking Mexico, but um, Lydia, dead people don't need passports, and dead people can't go to Mexico." Stiles just put it bluntly, because Allison was dead, she died in Scott's arms.
"Okay but she was in my room last night, in the dress she was buried in, and when I woke up this morning, I had my doubts, but she is very real, you'll see, when you get her a passport." Lydia was fed ip with Stiles already and she just wanted to get a simple passport for her friend that is supposed to be dead but somehow isn't.
"Fine, fine, but I'm not going to be the one to tell Scott, or Isaac, or Jackson for that matter, I'll tell Malia but that's it."
"Thank you." With that and a small smile Lydia hung up the phone and continued making breakfast for her and the brunette in the shower.
-
An hour later Allison, Stiles and Lydia were sitting at the kitchen table, Lydia was just kind of in the background, Allison had a pink glow upon her nose and her cheeks, and Stiles' jaw was practically on the floor in shock.
To be completely honest, Allison was nervous as all hell, she didn't know why Stiles was looking at her that way and she still didn't really believe that she was dead, but the brunet boy's gaze was seemingly pinning her down to her seat and Lydia wasn't really intervening so that left Allison utterly alone in this mess and she would have to get herself out it.
"Stiles stop looking at me as if I was the first boob you've ever seen or I swear I will punch you in the face."
"You were right, Lyds, she is back, I wasn't sure it was her at first, but now I know, it's really her." Stiles looked like he was on the verge of tears, but he got up, walked around the table, and hugged the girl who died a year ago, the girl who was killed and he blamed himself for it, the huntress who they all needed desperately, the only other human in the pack, one of his best friends, the one that they all missed so so freaking much. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Why?" Allison was confused, what would Stiles be apologising to her for.
"Because it's my fault, it's my fault you died, it may have been the nogitsune who was in control, giving the commands, but it's my fault, and I'm sorry."
"Stiles, I may not remember dying, but I know, that it wasn't your fault, you were possessed by the nogitsune and it made you do it, it's not your fault." As always, Allison always knew what to say, because it made Stiles feel better, it may not have cured him from blaming himself for Allison's death, but he did feel better for now at least.
YOU ARE READING
Amaranth ⚢ Allydia
Fanfiction"Lydia, you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?" "I know that Alli. That is what's scaring me. I can, but I shouldn't be able to. You are dead. You died last year." In which Allison Argent mysteriously appears out of nowhere after be...
