Start of Time | Stydia

-nightmares

Sheriff Stilinski is once again woken up by his son screaming and thrashing in his bed.

Stiles' nightmares were the same and an occurance almost every night now. He'd be fine one second, then hoarse yells and broken scream would tear from his mouth. His blankets would be torn from him as he twisted and turned, not in control at all.

It had happened so many times that Sheriff Stilinski was used to getting up by now, to run into Stiles' room and trying to get a hold of him, keep his arms down so he didn't hurt anyone.

Most of the time, this worked. But tonight, it wasn't.

'Stiles, Stiles!' He was yelling to his son, who was still shouting and had a thin layer of sweat covering him.

So he done what he'd done last time; taken Scott's advice and called Lydia. He wasn't sure what it was about her that could calm Stiles down so quickly when he was like this, but he didn't care; if it helped his son, he didn't mind.

Lydia turned up in about five minutes; the Martin's house wasn't exactly far away, but she looked like she'd been running. Her ginger hair was pulled back loosely, random strands spilling onto her bare shoulders. Clad only in white vest top and thin pyjama bottoms, Sheriff Stilinski would have thought she'd been freezing, but she didn't seem it.

'Is he having nightmares again?' Lydia asked, looking concerned.

'Never really stopped.' He replied, and her shoulders dropped, a sort of sadness appearing in her eyes.

'Oh.'

She ran quickly up the stairs, the pom poms on her slippered boots flying wildly. Even from the top of the stairs, Lydia could hear Stiles shouting in his sleep, hear him thrashing side to side in his bed.

It hurt her to see him like this, so vulnerable and helpless.

'Stiles, Stiles, it's me, Lydia.' She said gently, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She grabbed his wrists, trying to turn him. He gasped, eyes flying open and darting around. Once he'd realised he was at home, he started coughing, and Lydia realised he was also trying not to cry.

'It's ok, Stiles.' She mumbled, her grip on his wrists loosening so she was just holding his hands.

'T-thank you.' He stammered, then took a deep breath, wiping a hand across his face.

Not saying anything, Lydia just moved over so she was sat properly in the bed, then lay down, head on Stiles' shoulder.

He seemed tense, although relaxed after a while. When he realised Lydia was going to be staying there, he put one arm around her, resting his hand on her waist.

'It's ok, Stiles, it's ok.' Lydia whispered, laying her palm flat on his chest, watching as it rose and fell as he breathed.

He didn't say anything, just squeezed her side gently, like a silent thank you for reassuring him.

In the morning, when Sheriff Stilinski walked past the room, he looked in to see the two teens lying peacefully on top of the covers. Stiles looked relaxed and Lydia looked comfortable pressed up against his side, and the sheriff didn't understand why they weren't together, but he tried not to pry into his son's love life.

When Lydia woke up first, she just lay there, because it also calmed her to be lying next to Stiles. She just didn't admit it.

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