Authors Note: I haven't written anything in a while, but lately i have been shipping these two like crazy and figured there was too little to read about them. I apologize for how poorly written this is, i wrote it in about an hour and English isn't even my first language. Do let me know if you want more or have anything you want me to write for this pairing. I obviously don't own Teen Wolf. Happy reading. x

It was late at night when the familiar feeling crept on her. A similar one to what she felt when she found those bodies. Her head began to pound and her heartbeat quickened. Lydia stood up, unable to ignore the feeling, and changed into a something more appropriate than her pajamas before walking out of her house quietly.

As she stood in the middle of the road she remembered the sheriff had asked her not to be alone whenever she found a new crime scene. For her safety and to evade the gossip and theories of other policemen. With someone hunting her she really didn't feel like walking alone in the middle of the night either, she was smarter than that, but her options were limited. It was too late to call the sheriff, and her relationship with Styles felt off ever since he hooked up with Malia. Scott had a lot more in his plate with Liam, Kira couldn't be seen sneaking out with her parents already wanting to move, and Derek was definitely not the same since they found him. There was one person who had insisted she called whenever she needed help, and the paper in which he had written his number burned in the pocket of her jacket. Was she really that desperate though? She felt a scream built up in her throat, yes, she was that desperate.

Deputy Parish arrived to her house about ten minutes after she called him. He was dressed in civilian clothes and his hair was messy, a very different look on him. But Lydia liked it, even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Where are we going?" He asked opening the door to the car for her. She shook her head slowly, "its better you let me drive." He seemed a little uncertain of letting her drive, but this was his car, not the sheriff's, so there shouldn't be a problem. He finally nodded and stepped into the passenger seat.

Lydia began driving quietly, eyes fixed on the road as if in some sort of trance. Jordan took the opportunity to look at her. Her strawberry blonde hair was falling naturally down her back, she was wearing shorts which showed her creamy legs perfectly, much to the deputy's discomfort since he wasn't supposed to be looking at the seventeen year old girl in the first place and those legs were hard to look away from, a T-shirt and a simple jacket. She looks beautiful even at 2 in the morning, he noted. Mentally slapping himself for that thought he fixed his eyes on the road and scanned the area. She stopped in front of an abandoned bank. Parish was almost afraid to ask what they were doing there. I'm here to take care of her that's it, he reminded himself as he followed her out of the car and into the bank through a hole in the wall.

Lydia walked for a while until they reached a more open space inside the bank. She looked at the area and suddenly sank to her knees, silent tears falling down her rosy cheeks . Jordan immediately crouched down in front of her and grabbed hold of her arms. "Hey hey, it is ok. Do you want to go back?"

She shook her head, " No, not yet. There is something here." She whispered attempting to grab a hold of herself even with memories of the place and the events that had happened there fresh in her mind. Parish helped her up and pressed her into his chest. She allowed herself to cling to his shirt and cry a few more seconds before continuing. She cried out of fear, stress and loss.

She lead them towards the upper floor, and just like she expected traces of blood marked the way towards a beheaded body with big knife-made cuts around the back.

Jordan's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled Lydia behind him so she wouldn't have to look at the body. He dialed the station and moments later a patrol arrived. The sheriff got there minutes later and began giving orders. He placed a comforting hand in Lydia's shoulder and thanked Jordan for accompanying her.

"Take her home now, I think that's enough for tonight." He said to them. Parish promised to return after dropping the strawberry blonde home.

They reached her house yet she didn't seem to notice, completely absorbed in her own thoughts. Her hands were shaking in her lap and he placed his on top of them reassuringly. His hands were large and warm in comparison to hers. She looked over at him, "Go ahead, ask." she whispered.

He smiled, "I wasn't going to. Not if it makes you uncomfortable"

"But you must know, you are in the list. You are in danger too Jordan." He looked confused, how could she possibly know his name?

"What do you mean? In what list?" He asked.

Lydia shook her head, then looked at him fiercely "What are you? You were in the supernatural dead pool. So what are you Jordan Parish?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. Supernatural dead pool? As in vampires, werewolves and wizards?" He asked a little mockingly at the end.

" Don't know about vampires or wizards, but most of the people that have been killed recently are supernatural, they were all in the list. Someone created a dead pool to get rid of all supernaturals in Beacon Hills." Lydia spoke quickly, looking at him in the eyes as if begging for him to believe her.

"And you are in it? And so am I?"

"Yes. Which is why you must be something. They will come looking after you, you need to believe me, you need to get close to us so we can protect you. I don't want to have to scream for anyone else. Specially close to me." She whispered the last bit, tears pooling in her eyes.

"As far as I knew supernaturals weren't even real. I am not sure why I am in that list. But if it is true that they are going after people based on the dead pool, we need to inform the sheriff. Make sure we keep people in it safe. I- look this is hard to believe, I am trying to, I really am. It's just very confusing." He dragged his thumb across her cheek, getting rid of a stray tear. She attempted to smile, "I am not psychic. I'm a banshee, it's confusing, I don't really know how to control it, or what I can do. I just hear voices and scream for people who die. I wasn't lying when I said I didn't get a convincing explanation myself, but it is why I find all those brutally murdered bodies."

"Well I do suppose that explains stuff" he smiled. "I don't know why I am in that list, but I promise I will be careful, and keep an eye on you to make sure you stay safe too." She smiled back, she had to admit it was nice to have someone who looked out for her. She asked Parish to drive around a little more while she explained everything that had happened in Beacon Hills, and why supernaturals were attracted to it. He listened carefully, comforting her when she got to the painful death of Allison and her sort- of-boyfriend. Finally they reached the station, Lydia had insisted she wouldn't be able to sleep anyways and would rather not be alone. So they headed towards Jordan's office where he changed into a spare uniform he kept there and offered Lydia some coffee.

"I am sorry for bothering you tonight" she said as they both finished their coffee. He shook his head and stepped a little closer to her looking straight into her eyes. "It was no bother at all. Please do it any time you feel like screaming all right?"

She nodded feeling shy under his gaze but holding it. He looked tired, and young. Too young to be killed. But then again, so am I, and pretty much everyone on that list she thought. He had gorgeous eyes she noted, kind and sincere. Jackson's had been cunning and proud, and Aiden's had a level of darkness to them. Even Styles who she had to admit she had felt something for didn't have eyes like this, his were witty and anxiously moved all the time. Jordan's eyes were different, and looking into them she felt calmer than she had in a long time.

He looked at her, and suddenly the part of his mind that told him he may like this strange beauty a little too much was allowed to surface. She was a minor, and this was wrong in so many levels, but he knew she needed this- a distraction from the horror she was living- and he was oh so happy to give it to her. So when she placed her hand over his heart he leaned closer to her face and allowed her to close the distance between their lips. It was brief and soft, but once it was over he knew deep in his heart there would be more. She smiled and finally allowed him to take her home, she may not feel completely sure what she wants with the deputy, but as they said goodbye she knew this wasn't the last of Jordan Parish.

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