Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

22. THE LAST GOODBYE

Stiles

"Cover your ears!" Stiles heard Lydia screaming and did so. He collected strenght to throw himself behind one of the barrels right before her scream echoed through the air. It seemed louder and more powerful than ever. It scared the hell out of Stiles. Who was about to die?

  Even through his ears were firmly covered, the scream was unbearably loud. And then it stopped. Like it never happened. He moved from his hideout to Lydia. She colapsed down the pole she was tied to, her eyes closed. She was completly pale, like all of the colour was sucked away from her.

  "Lydia", he breathed.

  He turned around to see terrible sight. All of the omegas were laying around, their heads deformed in disgusting shapes, melted by the sound of banshee calling. Peter was nowhere to be seen. Malia and Scott were wiping dust from their clothes.

  He turned back to Lydia. "Lydia", he quickly tried her pulse.

  And there it was again. In fact, there it wasn't. He was living his worst nightmare again. No. Not again.

  "Lydia!" he cried, tears forming in his eyes. "Lydia!"

He waved his hand to Malia and Scott to come. "Help me!" he turned back to Lydia. "Lydia please... please don't leave us."

  Malia untied Lydia's hands and the strawberry blond beauty sliped down. Stiles caught her in his arms.

  "Lydia", he kept saying her name, unable to do anything else, apart from caressing her cold face. She was so beautiful. So smart. So perfect.

  Stiles tried to imagine the world without her. Never again seeing her smile. Never to feel those goosebumps when she would touch him. Never to laugh again. Never the same.

  He felt his breathing fasting up. World was turning around him.

  "Stiles?" he heard Scott's voice like from very far.

  I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack.
 
  He tried to hold his breath, he tried everything, but nothing helped. "I - I can't", he tried to say. "I can't lose Lydia!"

Scott

No. It can't happen. They can't lose Lydia and Allison on the exact same place. No.

  How did it happen? Did the scream kill her? No. She's not dead. She can't be.

  "Stiles?" Malia kneeled by his best friend. Stiles seemed to have a panic attack. Scott knew he should help him, but he felt like he's been poisoned with kanima's poison. Paralyzed.

Stiles

So... when I kissed you, you held your breath.

  He bearly controled his actions. He automatically bent over and placed his lips on Lydia's. The kiss was short, but helped him. His breathing got normal, and the panic attack stopped. Stiles's head fell and he was crying.

  "Stiles?" he raised his head. And there they were. Her beautiful, green eyes were staring at him.

  "Lydia!" he breathed. "Oh my god!" He tried her pulse to make sure she's really there. And hugged her, feeling something that can't be described as relief. It was much more. "Are you okay?"

  She lifted herself into sitting position. "Y - yes. I am. What happened?"

  "We don't know", Scott said. He seemed kind of careful, like she could go again every minute.

  "Wait", Lydia weakly looked around. Stiles helped her to get up and did himself. "Where's Peter?" the banshee asked.

  "He ran back to the hole he crawled out of, I hope", Malia answered.

  "And the omegas?" Lydia wondered.

  Scott and Malia moved to showed her what she has done.

  "I know I should feel guilty", she said. "But I do not."

  Stiles smiled and hugged her with one hand. Good old Lydia was back.

  Scott stopped for a second. "Goodbye, Allison", he said.

  "We miss you", Lydia added.

  "A lot", Stiles agreed.

  "I'm sorry I never really met you", Malia noticed.

  "The pack will never be the same without you", Scott continued. "But the past has to remain the past. And just a memory."

  Stiles hugged his best friend's shoulder, Scott hugged Malia's and that way they walked into the setting day.

The end