The Darkness: 4

Part 9

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Lydia

Lydia made eye contact with Oliver of the possibilities of his realization. "My daughter is not the nogitsune," Malcolm said firmly, "I just saw her last week."

"How'd she die?" Derek asked. "Sword through the chest," Oliver told him, "But she wasn't fully dead." "On her last breaths," Lydia corrected and she got a glare from him, "Then put in the pit." "Seems reasonable but..." Scoot trailed off and Lydia caught his glance and nodded.

Everyone's head perked up when they heard Oliver's phone buzz and he took out his phone. "Thea," he mouthed, putting it on speaker. "Ollie," she whispered and they listened carefully. "What Speedy?" He asked confusedly. There was silence on the other side of the phone and she hung up.

"What-what does that mean?" He asked, "Is she in trouble?" "If she was, she'd be crying," Derek said, "I don't think so." "You don't know my sister. She sounded terrified." "Oliver," Malcolm grabbed his arm, "If she is the nogitsune, you want to stay as far away as possible." "She probably doesn't know what's going on," Stiles said, "You know; the battle of the mind. She probably gave up."

"Guys," Scott spoke up, "we just showed up and we're freaking out cause we're stressed. Go get some sleep." Everyone glanced at each other and knew he was right. "You guys can stay at my place," Lydia said, "and Laurel, don't bother going home."

Lydia clicked the elevator button and the pack, including Laurel, all piled in. "Do, do, do," Stiles hummed, as the shuttle pulled them up and everyone groaned. "Shut up," Peter told him. When the elevator doors opened, they all shoved out. "Is this how they all are when they're not busy?" Laurel asked. "Yeah."

They made it to her apartment complex and Lydia opened the door to her loft. It was quite hilarious how the pack was going to live with a nogitsune, but they didn't know that.

"There're rooms upstairs and some of you can crash on the couch," she told them before going into the kitchen. Lydia felt a presence behind her and pivoted to see Scott standing there. "Dr. McCall, how can I help you?" She smiled, leaning a hand on the countertop. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. Especially with being human, the past coming back and..." he trailed off, "You two are my best friends, I just wanted to know where you're at." Lydia nodded and slightly licked her lips, "I've already moved on."

Scott nodded and broke a smile and she frowned. "Is it me, or are Oliver and Derek the same person?" "I've seen it too. Especially protecting the sister part," she scrunched her nose, "Will you be the overprotective brother?" He exhaled, trying to figure out what to say, "Yes. From the moment she was born, I knew I had to protect her. As a child, she already has a pack for her."

Lydia leaned in so only he could hear her, "What about you, Malia, and Kira?" She pulled back to see he had a stern expression. "It was a little awkward when she came back from the Skinwalkers, but we settled it," he explained. "Anyways, we should get some sleep."

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Lydia woke up to a new day with the sun shining in her face. She looked over to see Oliver had just woken up and she felt his fingers grazing her arm. She turned over to her bed stand and drank her tea, exhaling from the strength that had been sedated.

"I'm gonna get ready," she whispered and he nodded. She slipped into the bathroom and did her daily routine. When she got out, she put on cuffed jeans and a blue top with ankle boots. "You finished fast," she said, seeing Oliver was putting on a jacket to complete his outfit. "Let's go."

When the two went down the stairs into the main part of the loft, Lydia frowned. "We're in a supernatural crisis and you guys are having a big breakfast?" She exclaimed. Felicity and Stiles were making pancakes and eggs, Kira was making beacon, while Derek was setting up the massive table and Malia was tossing berries into their mouths. "Open!" Malia shouted, tossing berry at her. Lydia caught it with her hand and smushed the fruit. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," Peter said with a cheerful tone. "Let's eat," Oliver whispered into her ear.