Strawberry Blonde

Research

The steady tapping was driving Lydia insane. They had been at Stiles' house for what felt like hours now, due to the fact that both of them were freaking about their shared dream and scars.

Stiles was sitting at his desk, searching through the internet to try and figure out what was going on. He couldn't help but constantly tap his finger on the desk, fidgeting nervously.

They would have gone to Deaton first, but he was sadly away on some veterinary convention, something that Stiles thought was god damn inconvenient, especially for someone who was needed so much at Beacon hills. With this road block, they both realized they would have to find their own answers.

However, as Lydia laid on her stomach, sprawled out on Stiles' bed, she realized that answers would not be as easy to obtain as she thought. She had helped him out at first, continuing the legacy of the pair that had seemed to be solving so many mysteries as of recent, by after a while, she couldn't look at another article that she knew wasn't leading to anything.

Lydia waited a few more minutes before speaking.

"Stiles, I think it's about time we call it quits and wait till Deaton gets back next week." She said.

Stiles spun in his chair and, his eyes closed. Lydia knit her eyebrows together, expecting an extremely sarcastic comeback, but she didn't receive one as Stiles sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I was going to argue with you but... I'm honestly so tired that I can't think of what to say." He said, yawning.

"What time is it?" Lydia asked, yawning through her words after Stiles' contagious yawn. Stiles turned a bit to look at his screen.

"3:04." He said before standing up and flopping onto the opposite side of his bed, his feet dangling off the side. Lydia groaned and flipped over onto her back, looking at the ceiling.

"How could we not find any information on this situation? I mean- people don't have the same dreams and magically wake up with the same symbols burnt into their wrists, it's not normal." She said. Stiles huffed into the sheets before turning his head slightly so that she would be able to hear him.

"Well it's obviously not normal, we're dealing with something supernatural. It's just hard to figure out what since there's not a special Google or yahoo answers for supernatural problems. Although... their really should be..."

Stiles sat for a minute, trying to conjure up a name in his mind for the mythical search engine that he had just invented.

"Uhhh... oh I got it, gooGHOUL." He said before laughing. Lydia looked over at him and tried her hardest to not laugh, but couldn't help herself as she was overtaken by lethargy.

"Oh my god, Im definitely tired cause I just laughed at that horrible joke."

After they settled down from their laughing fit, Lydia closed her eyes pursing her lips together. She almost accidentally fell asleep before Stiles spoke up, shocking her.

"Do you have dreams about Allison all the time?" He said, looking up at the ceiling. She paused for a moment, not knowing what to say. She couldn't possibly tell him that she dreamt about her every time she slept... could she?

"No..." she said, not knowing what to say. Stiles turned towards her as she stared at the ceiling.

"You do... don't you? That's why you left marks in the couch at the cabin. But why?" He asked. Lydia stared at the ceiling before sighing and speaking.

"Well, since you're involved in these dreams now for some reason, I might as well tell you. I... I have dreams about her, every time I sleep. I've had them since she died. And in every dream its the same thing- it's her telling me that her death was my fault because... because I..." Lydia let out a breath and pursed her lips together, but Stiles realized what she was trying to say.

"Because you were in the hallway of Eichen with me." He said. Lydia nodded slowly, closing her eyes.

"But that's not your fault Lydia. You have to know that her dying wasn't your fault- it was the Nogitsune." Stiles said. Lydia laid and stared at the ceiling. She wanted to answer, to say that it was her fault- because if she could have moved Stiles faster and gotten to Allison, she maybe wouldn't have died.

But instead, she didn't say anything. She laid on the bed and accidentally fell asleep as Stiles watched her, worried before he fell asleep besides her.
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