Imagine Scott and Lydia talking about 5x16 after they get their memories back:
Scott grabs Lydia’s hand and sits her down in a chair across from him.
“Lydia, do you remember when Stiles saved your life?”
“Which time are you referring to?”
Scott showed a small laugh and let out a sigh.
“Remember when Stiles and I were rushing you to the animal clinic after the escape from Eichen.”
“Well I remember being in so much pain. I remember hearing Stiles screaming my name banging the door over and over. I remember leaning back in relief seeing Stiles burst through those 2 doors…”
Lydia paused for a minute, she let out a breath that she wasn’t even aware of holding in. Scott looked concerned, until Lydia finished her sentence.
“I felt so safe when he had his arms around me. He always tried to be one step ahead of me, and his chin would sometimes brush over my head. He caught me in his arms every time I collapsed and his body heat would stop my shivering.”
“I remember how close we were in the jeep. My eyes were focused on his traceable moles. I still remember it, every last detail.”
“You know I could of killed both of you that night, with just one scream.”
“Yeah but you didn’t. Even when the mirror cracked it gave me the urge to drive even faster.”
“I broke Stiles’ mirror?”
“Yeah, but it technically wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t control yourself.”
“But Scott, Stiles didn’t even bat an eye. Doesn’t that boy love his jeep more than anything in this world.”
“Lydia, he loves you more than anything in this world.”
Lydia showed a shy smile while looking down at the carpeted floor. The same shy smile she always tried to hide from Stiles.
“Lydia what else do you remember about that night?”
“I remember you guys carrying me into the clinic. My body felt terrible, like this kind of pain spreading everywhere and it wouldn’t go away.
Lydia paused to catch her breath.
"I screamed. I screamed so loud the windows shattered into pieces and everything just went dark and silent. I thought I killed everyone in that room. I thought I even killed myself.”
“But I couldn’t have killed myself… because I opened my eyes and I saw the same traceable moles. I gazed up to see Stiles, he was the first person I saw. Stiles saved me.”
“Lydia that’s what I need to tell you about.”
“What do you need to tell me Scott?”
“The darkness you felt… the silence you heard…”
“I remember watching Stiles hold onto your face. He was begging for your life, begging for you to wake up. He was breaking apart every second you wouldn’t respond.”
“Lydia, I didn’t even hear a single heart beat come out of you. You were dead.”
“I remember getting violent flashbacks to Allison’s death. I thought "how the hell am I gonna deal with telling my best friend the girl he loves is dead, and how the hell am I gonna live the rest of my life knowing one of my best friends died”.“
The room went silent, Lydia was trying to absorb this all in.
"Stiles kept looking over at me, almost like a puppy crying for help. I just stood there absolutely frozen.”
“I thought it was all over. I thought there was no way to bring you back to life. No supernatural tricks could ever fix this. Everything was gone.”
“But it was Stiles, no tricks, no super powers, no extraordinary thing. It was just Stiles. Stiles repeatedly asking you to open your eyes, urging you to wake up. Stiles who was slowly tearing apart from reality realizing he would still be alive in a world where you’re not. Stiles, who was about to have a panic attack you wouldn’t be able to fix.”
Scott stared off into the distance. A focused object crossing between another gave him a blur.
“I knew exactly how he felt. It felt like he was holding his own life, his whole future planed ahead with that person. His whole world shattered into pieces within seconds. Nothing will ever feel the same.”
A tear streamed down Scotts right eye. Lydia reached out to hold his hand across the table in comfort. She misses Allison. And now she misses Stiles. Everything Scott just said is everything she’s feeling right now. Her world doesn’t feel complete without the boy she loves.
“Why has no one ever told me this before?”
“Stiles and I have discussed it before. He thought it wasn’t important for you to know. "As long as you were alive and still here”.“
Lydia felt a cold shiver headed her way. She really wished for Stiles’ presence because all she wanted to do right now was hold him in her arms. She wanted to grasp his soft dark brown hair in her small hands, she wanted to smell his cheap cologne and laundry detergent used for his flannels. Because for Lydia, all of that was her world. Stiles is her whole world.
"Why did you decide to tell me this now?”
“Because it’s pretty huge Lydia. You can’t just bring someone back to life like that. You guys have a special connection. A bond that can’t be broken.”
Lydia’s breathing started slowing down.
“And that’s why we felt his presence. That’s why we never forgot him.”
“YOU never forgot him Lydia. You were the one who figured it out. You’re the second half of the equation, the second side to the same coin.”
Scott and Lydia stood up from their seats to get a drink, resting their elbows on the kitchen island.
“It’s me isn’t it. I’m the one who’s gonna be able to bring him back.”
Longbow hunt preparation, I was gathering all my gear as deer season is only a few weeks away. After laying this out I thought it needed a quick snap for the Canon MK2..it’s a well used Martin “The Stick” with custom cedar arrows and various accessories
“What the hell is a stiles?” THATS WHAT A STILES IS. A BOY WHOS 147 LBS OF PALE SKIN AND FRAGILE BONE WHERE SARCASM IS HIS ONLY DEFENSE. A BOY WHO SERIOUSLY NEEDS SOMETHING BETTER THAN A BAT, WHO HAS EXPERIENCE WITH BANSHEES AND IS IN LOVE WITH ONE. AND HES BACK BABY!