Nogitsune

CHAPTER TWO: REUNIONS AND SOB TALES.

4 days ago, Washington DC.

"Stiles, you can hang up now," she reminded him.  Taking a glance around her, she flashed a smile at the old couple giving her weird looks. She had been on the phone with Stiles for God knows how long and as usual their conversation had taken a tremendous turn from normal.

She mentioned a few words she wasn't very proud of. Sometimes she couldn't believe she was marrying him.

"I know, I just want to make sure you don't miss it." Stiles replied in his I don't want to lose you tone. She had her Bluetooth earpods on as she stood in line waiting for her turn.

Feeling the emotions laced through his voice almost touched her. Almost. She reminded herself that this was Stiles. Since highschool, he had a thing for sentiments. For all she knew, he had always been that way. She just never paid attention.

"Stiles, Scott already took all my things with him, I am at the airport and in a few minutes when I get on that plane I am going to end this phone call because I am tired of people looking at me like I'm a sociopath with a personality disorder!" She snapped a little too harsh causing the lady behind her coughed weirdly and pulled her young daughter away. 

It wasn't just her and the old couple. She felt all eyes on her it  was overwhelming, scary even. They cut her breath out from her lungs as she felt trapped in their accusing stares. Her subconscious searched for a way out.  Today was just not her day.

"Excuse me." She smiled. "I need to use the bathroom"

She walked far from the line till she found a door that looked like the ladies' room. So much for a normal flight. She should have gone with Scott.

It occurred to her that Stiles was still on the call. He just never knew when to give up. Out there in the line that never seems to end, she felt a sense of urgency that spelt danger. She had to remind herself that there was no one in this airport that would want her dead.

She had been a banshee for years, but she never felt the need to blend in more than today. She wanted to assure herself that she was safe and show Stiles that he had nothing to worry about. But now she questioned if he was right and something will go wrong.

It's Stiles, he'll always worry.

"I know you're still there." She broke the silence.

"I am. But it's only because you want me to be. You could've hung up an hour ago. You feel something, don't you? I knew it. "

Her heart pounded as he said that. If he was Scott, he would sense what she felt even through a phone call. She ignored him and reapplied her lipstick, rubbing her top and bottom lips together when she was done. There's nothing wrong. Her confidence was back.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied pouting her lips at her reflection. 

"Lydia, the last time you took a plane ride alone you were missing for 4 months!" Stiles called back.

"I remember!" She snapped back, grabbing the sink in the bathroom.

"Do you? Cause guess who had to survive panic attacks and lots of anxiety hoping we don't find you in a body bag or with an arrow through your chest or worse cut in half. That's right, this guy."

Lydia was speechless. She could always trust Stiles to paint the perfect horrific scenarios.

"Just promise me you'll be careful and is something happens you'll call."

She sighed. To appease him, she decided it was the only way he would let her be.

Now that he pointed it out, she wasn't sure she wanted him to end the call. He was right. She would have ended it a long time ago, so why didn't she? It wasn't because she wanted to hear him ramble about their highschool coach calling his actual name in public. No, it was something else. She just couldn't figure out what it was, and a part of her didn't want to.