Stiles Stilinski Imagines

IRREPLACEABLE

The envelope in your hand felt heavy, despite the vanishing ink on the pages you clutched onto it. Scott hadn't believed you, neither had Malia, all you had left was to convince Lydia that it was a good idea and maybe you could fix things.

"Lydia!" You called and she stopped, smiling when she saw you.

"Stiles hey!" She called and broke into a smile.

"I'm not Stiles." You mumbled and she frowned, shifting her bag from one shoulder to the other.

"Sweetie you've been insisting we call you that since forever, is something wrong?" She asked and you sighed.

"No...yes... I think there really is but Scott doesn't and I have this feeling you know like I forgot I needed something but I don't have anything that I could have forgotten." You explained and almost burst into tears.

"(Y/N) calm down, just tell what's got you this upset... did you forget a test, because we can fix that." She asked quickly and rubbed your arm.

"My brother sent me a letter." You said and she froze.

"(Y/N) you don't have a brother." She reminded you and you rolled your eyes.

"That's what Scott said but you have to believe me, there was this letter but the ink vanished while I was reading it and there really is a real Stiles that isn't me at all, Lydia you have to believe me." When you finally looked in her eyes you saw her searching, she'd grown up with you trailing behind her, desperate for Lydia to replace the female roll model the passing of your mother left and she liked to think you wouldn't make fun of her.

"I believe you, we'll go to Deaton's and talk to him ok and if you don't want to we don't have to tell Scott, (Y/N) you're like my little sister if you felt this way you should have said before it upset you so much." She hugged you and walked you to your next class, waiting for you to get to your seat before moving on.

"You really think this is all to do with the swim team?" Lydia asked dubiously, unsure why she'd even come along with the hyperactive boy.

"Yes ok, it all fits and we just need to find Scott and tell him about it." Stiles repeated.

"And we have to find Scott because he's running around in the woods as a wolf?" She asked again and this time Stiles didn't bother to reply.

A suddenly cracking sound and a huge flash of light had Stiles swerving and when it cleared he slammed the breaks to avoid hitting a naked girl in the road. She wrapped her arms around herself as she cowered and tried to hide.

"Ok, that's definitely not normal." Lydia mused and Stiles snorted.

"Yeah well naked people running around the woods becomes normal when you hang out with werewolves." He watched the girl for a moment and went to start the stalled Jeep but Lydia put her hand on his to stop her.

"Stiles she came out of that light and she looks confused, scared... we should help her." Before Stiles could say he'd call his dad she hopped out of the car.

They approached carefully, both herding the girl so she was backed against a tree and couldn't run anywhere, trying not to stare straight at her when she awkwardly covered herself.

"Sweetie are you ok?" She called out and the girl froze.

"Lydia?" The small gasp reached them and they back up when the girl suddenly scrambled towards them and hugged Lydia. "I knew you'd make it work and now we can figure out who the real Stiles is."

"This is a joke, right?" Stiles asked as he shrugged off his over shirt and handed it to Lydia who draped it over the girl's shoulders.

"What did I make work?" She asked and the girl pulled away, eyeing Lydia and stepping back.

"You're not Lydia." The dubious and suspicious whisper left her and she tried to run off.

"Hey, we can't just let you run off why don't you tell me where you live and we can drop you home?" Stiles offered.

You mumbled the address and his eyes widened, Lydia glanced at him, slowly putting a little distance between the two of you.

"You can't live there... that's where I live." Stiles said slowly and you frowned.

"I... I'm (Y/N) Stilinski, my Dads a Sherriff and my Mom passed away... you don't know who I am?" You asked Lydia and she shook her head. "But you said we were like sisters... what about Scott he'll fix this he's an Alpha after all."

"No, you mean Derek right... Derek's an Alpha." Stiles said and you shook your head.

"Scott's an Alpha... Derek doesn't live in Beacon Hills anymore." You flicked your eyes between the two of them and backed away. "I have to find someone to help me."

"Wait!" They both called and hurried after you.