Anchor -- A Stydia Story

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DEREKS POV

I woke up from the longest nap of my life to see Stiles standing over me.

"Hiya" he said waving his hand cheerfully.

"How long was i out?" I asked holding my head in my hands.

"Ahh about 3 days." he replied. "You know I never knew werewolves hibernate." he said sarcastically.

"Not funny." I replied with a straight face.

"Whatever, no need to be such a sourwolf." he said.

Then Deaton walked in.

"You were out for quite awhile,Derek. But thankfully your wounds are beginning to heal. " he continued. "But not as fast as a werewolf would heal."

"Why not?"

"Your injuries will heal at a human's pace." Deaton replied.

"Which could take months." Stiles added.

"Why?"

"The poison from the griever's slashes effect the healing process. Luckily for you, you were strong enough that you didn't succumb to the wounds entirely. "

STILES POV

I left Deatons office and decided to drop by Lydia's.

"Hey Stiles."

"Hey babe." I said kissing her cheek.

"Where you been?" she asked casually placing herself on the living room couch.

"No where really. I dropped by Deatons to check on Derek and then came here.

"Awh Stiles your so sweet."

"For what?"

"For sending me these tulips. " she said holding them up. "Although you know they aren't my favorite flower."she said kissing me.

I pulled away.

"Umm. Lydia those aren't from me. I wish they were but there not. "

"What? Then who are they from." she asked looking through the flowers.

"Ah found it."

"Who is it?" I asked wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.

"J-Jackson." she said quietly.

I was speechless. It took everything in me to put together a coherent thought.

"oh."

"uh-huh." she said stunned.

LYDIAS POV

"Umm. wh-what does it say-y?" Stiles asked nervously.

He was probably intimidated by Jackson. Then again who isn't intimidated by Jackson.

"Uh,here look." I said handing him the card.

It said:

Hey babe,

Back in town for a few days .

Your house tomorrow night at 11.

- Jackson

"Oh well are you gonna meet him?" he asked surprisingly casual.

"Well its my house." I replied.

"Who lets the spawn of Satan in there house?" he said sarcastically.

I giggle to ease up any tension.

"He isn't the spawn of Satan." I said looking into his honey, colored eyes. "If anything Peter Hale is the spawn of Satan. Thank God he left town."

"No Lydia he is Satan."

I laughed.

"Satan in a V-neck."

He pulled me into a hug.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I said giving him a kiss.

JACKSONS POV

I just got off my private jet from France. Dad said we will only be here for a week.I sent Lydia flowers. I wouldn't normally send her anything but maybe we will hook up while I'm here. No we will hook up. It will happen, its inevitable. Poor, desperate Lydia. She would sleep with anyone. I doubt she is in a relationship. She is probably still trying to get over the one and only, Jackson Whitemore. Pathetic.

SCOTTS POV

"Hey bro." Stiles said walking into my room.

"Hey." I reply trying to concentrate on my work.

"Whatchya been doing?" he asked taking a seat in my desk chair.

"Well I was trying to finish my homework but guess not anymore."

He laughed.

"Well then I did you a favor." he paused. "Hey I need your advice."

"With what?" I asked turning my attention towards Stiles.

"Lydia is seeing Jackson tomorrow. How-"

"Wait! She is going to France?! Without you?!"

"No. No Scott.." he said waving his hands for me to stop talking. "He is in town for a bit."

"Oh. What about it?"

"He is gonna see Lydia. I told you that already!"

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah."

"Yeah. So he sent her flowers and he called her babe in a card. Why the hell would he call her babe when we are dating?!" he continued. " Should I be worried?"

"Probably. I would." I said casually.

"So what do I do?"

"Theres nothing you can do. Just roll with it."

"Okay. Okay. Just roll with it. Yeah I can do that. She's with me now." he said calmly.

"Unless... They hook up.

"What?!" he said rising from his chair.

"Chill bro. Im just teasing."

He rolled his eyes.

Then the doorbell rang.

"I got it." Stiles said from the stairs.

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"Scott get your werewolf ass down here right now!" he called.

"What Stiles? Im trying to-" I stopped looking down at the front door from the top of the staircase.

"Nice to see you again. Testicle left and right."

"Oh God." I said under my breath.

"Really man. Why couldn't you just stay in Paris?" Stiles whined.

"France." he corrected.

"Whatever." Stiles rolled his eyes.