Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

When in Decksdon - Stydia (Teen Wolf)

Decksdon was a nice town. It was a little bit larger than Beacon Hills and more urbanised, and had lots of cafes selling good food.

Unfortunately it had an odd love for one-way streets, a severe lack of street signs and the street lamps needed maintenance.

Which was how Stiles found himself stuck on some dark side road in front of some closed shop houses under a flickering lamp, seemingly nowhere near Aunt Stefanie's. The donuts he'd been sent out to get were turning cold in the jeep.

He had two options: one, call his dad or aunt, admit that he was lost and couldn't remember how to get home from the store, and endure a long round of 'I told you so' before someone actually came to pick him up. Two, work this out on his own.

He opted for the latter because 1. Aunt Stefanie didn't drive. She cycled everywhere but her bicycle didn't have any lights and he didn't want her of his dad cycling around in the dark. and 2. he'd gotten out of worse, weirder situations on his own before.

He tried his phone GPS first. Unfortunately he needed to be connected to a service and had used up his monthly data. None of the nearby shops had a WiFi signal he could use.

His next plan was to see if any of the shops had left brochures outside their doors with 'How to Get Here' maps printed somewhere, but was distracted by the silhouette of someone at the corner of the street crossing the road.

Stiles squinted. It was dark, but he could recognise that figure anywhere.

What was Lydia Martin, smartest, most beautiful person on the planet, doing in Decksdon?

Stiles hurried down the street and turned, jogging to catch up. Was the universe finally conspiring to help him? He could get directions and finally talk to Lydia Martin for a good reason.

Damn, Lydia could walk fast for someone wearing such high heels. It took Stiles a while to catch up. Then again, she had been wearing them regularly for about four years now. He figured that was enough time to get used to such shoes.

He pulled up just behind her and reached to tap her shoulder. "Hey, uh, Lyd - "

He was expecting a nice, perhaps a little awkward self-introduction, then he would ask for directions, Lydia would provide them, then maybe they'd chat about school a bit and he'd offer her a ride to wherever she was heading.

He did not expect Lydia Martin to scream at him.

But holy crap -

Stiles jumped back in shock and his eyes started stinging. He stumbled around, trying to explain himself, when a sharp pain erupted from his groin. He groaned and doubled over, ears still ringing.

"Oh my god - Stilinski?"

Lydia Martin knows his name.

His eyes were hurting like the devil was throwing a dance party under his eyelids and he'd probably have to explain this horribly embarrassing event to his dad later but at that point of time it didn't matter because Lydia Martin knows who he is.

Smart, beautiful and badass.

"What?"

Did he say that out loud?

He tried to open his eyes. It hurt too much and he started groaning again.

Somewhere to his left, Lydia was apologising and explaining how she knew his name.

" - until I saw your hoodie, with the Cyclones logo that I realised who you were, um, I go to Beacon Hills to, I'm Lydia Martin - "

"I know," Stiles managed. This is not how he imagined his first conversation with the girl of his dreams. But when have things ever gone according to his plans?