tethered | a stydia one-shot collection

Tethered To You

Stiles, Scott, and Malia go looking for Lydia when Stiles feels like something terrible happened. What they find is something no one would ever want to see.
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Something was wrong.

Stiles couldn't pinpoint exactly what was up, but the feeling in his gut was signaling bad news. He hurriedly got up from the uncomfortable hospital chair to go check on his father. As Stiles arrived to his father's hospital room Melissa walking out. She greeted Stiles with a grin and assured him that his dad was fine and on a steady road to recovery. Stiles was filled with relief, that was until the feeling in his gut returned. Stiles excused himself from Melissa and walked into his father's room, pulling up a chair next to the Sheriff's bed. If there was nothing wrong with his father then what was the problem?

Stiles decided to quickly check in with the pack, sending them all a quick text. Even though most of the pack and him were going through a rough patch he still wanted to make sure they were okay. After about 15 minutes everyone responded back to him except for Lydia. He decided to call her and got no answer. Five tries later, Stiles was above and beyond with worry.

The only thing Stiles could think of was to call Scott, so that's what he did. Scott picked up on the third ring. "Hey, what's up?" Scott asked sounding both confused and glad that Stiles called him. It was the first time they talked since the confrontation of the Donovan incident. Scott was meaning to call Stiles to apologize because he ended up hearing the actual truth about what happened and couldn't fathom that he actually believed Theo's bullshit story. Stiles' words were rushed as he asked, "Have you heard from Lydia? She hasn't been answering my calls and I think something is wrong," Scott could practically feel Stiles' worry radiating through the phone. So, Scott felt immensely guilty when he confessed, "The last text I got from her was a few hours ago, all it said was 'Library.' I didn't go because I thought it was meant for someone else. Should we go check it out?" Not even a second later came Stiles' response, "Yeah. Can you pick me up from the hospital? My jeep is in the shop."

"Sure thing, I'll be there in 15 minutes," Scott paused for a few seconds then continued, "don't worry Stiles, Lydia will be fine." Oh how wrong he was. Thinking in advance, Scott decided to take Malia with him just in case Lydia was in danger. Of course the recent break up should've make things awkward, but a pack member could be in danger leaving no room for awkwardness. Once they pulled up into the hospital parking lot Stiles jumped into the backseat and off they rushed towards the school library.

The whole way there Stiles was silent. Too overwhelmed with worry and the sinking feeling in his gut to do anything except sit and think of all the things that could've happened. He starts thinking of the worst case scenario, but before his thoughts could get too dark they pulled up into the library parking lot. Stiles stumbled out of the car and jogged toward the library entrance, hoping that as soon as he walks through the door he'll see Lydia peacefully studying at one of the tables. Instead he's met with emptiness, not a single person was in the library. To make the situation worse, Stiles notices Lydia's bag slumped on the floor all the contents in the purse spilled across the floor. After what seemed like years, Malia and Scott burst through the doors and take in their surroundings. Both the werecoyote and werewolf sniff around trying to search for more clues that could be unfolded from the scene in front of them.

"It's definitely Lydia," Malia said clearly distressed like the rest of them. "Her emotions were high with fear," Scott added on. All three of them paused for a minute,
letting their new discovery sink in. Stiles was the one to break the silence when he felt the familiar tug in his gut that started this whole thing. "We need to go find her now," he said, his voice trembling slightly. That seemed to bring Scott and Malia out of their dazed thoughts. Having already memorized Lydia's scent, they all ran back into the car. Scott, the more experienced tracker out of them, had his head poked out of the window tracking Lydia's scent and telling Malia where to go. Once again, Stiles was consumed in a worrying silence, wondering where Lydia was and praying that she was okay. The moment Stiles snapped out of his thoughts to take in his surroundings he knew exactly where they were headed. Beacon Hills Preserve. Where basically all things supernatural are drawn to because of the damn nemeton. Stiles was sure the 3 of them knew where Lydia's scent was taking them once Scott stuck his head back in the car. Scott gave Malia directions every now and then, until finally they arrived at the preserve.