Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Omega

Stiles and I spent the weekend at the hospital, waiting for any news on Lydia. We were currently sleeping in the chairs outside Lydia's door, a 'Get Well' balloon and a card on a table nearby. I was curled up in the chair, peacefully sleeping when Stiles' foot jabbed me in the side. I sat up yawning and turned to see Stiles sprawled across his chair and invading mine. And he started to talk in his sleep.

"Yes, just like that...No, you first..."

I didn't want to know what he was dreaming about, so I tried to fall asleep again.

"Oh, me first?" He muttered before giggling and snorting. He was such a dork.

"They've been here all night?" someone asked. I opened my eyes slightly to see Mr. Martin talking to Mrs. McCall.

"They've been here all weekend," she corrected.

"You're dirty..." Stiles said, kicking me in the face and making kissing noises.

"Stiles!" I exclaimed frustratedly, pushing his foot out of my face. He rolled out of his chair and onto the floor.

"Woah! What happened?" Stiles cried suddenly, blinking several times to wake himself up. I looked down at him sternly.

"You were having a dream and decided to kick me," I explained.

"Oh, sorry," he replied, getting up from the floor. "You hungry?"

"Sort of."

"What do you want from the vending machine?"

I smiled. "Surprise me."

As he walked away, I got out my phone and checked my messages. I had scarcely done so when I heard a powerful scream...from Lydia. I covered my ears, wincing in pain until it was done. Then, I rushed to her door, colliding into Stiles and we both fell into the room. We looked up to see she wasn't on the bed, but we heard the shower. We scrambled to our feet and raced to the bathroom, Mrs. McCall and Mr. Martin following close behind. 

"Lydia?" Stiles asked as we opened the curtain to the shower...but she wasn't there.

Someone called the police and Stiles was talking to his dad while I quietly slipped out of the hospital, heading for my car when I noticed Scott sitting in Stiles' jeep. He must be here to help. I walked over to his side as he rolled down the window. 

"Here to help?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I heard her scream," Scott replied.

"She can't be a Werewolf, can she?"

"I don't think so."

"I feel like we would know by now if she was. And that scream was pretty powerful."

Stiles finally showed up, Lydia's hospital robe in hand. I immediately took a good sniff before turning to the boys.

"I'm going out on my own. I'll call you if I find anything," I told them before getting into my car and driving off. I went hom before transforming into a white wolf, sniffing the air until I caught Lydia's scent. I howled, letting Scott know I was in pursuit before running into the night. I realized it was leading me straight to the Hale house. Why would Lydia go there? She's never been there before. I guess it's better to find out. 

When I arrived, I unexpectedly found Scott suspended in midair, talking to Mr. Argent while Allison and Stiles were hiding nearby. I remained in wolf form as I silently ran over to the two hiding. We waited until Mr. Argent and his hunters left before approaching Scott.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked Scott.

"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad."