Scott finds her, in the alley still, unconscious and horribly still. He scoops her up in his arms and runs, screaming for help, as she hangs limp. She can feel it, but at the same time, it is like she isn't herself at all.

"Scott," she mumbles and he chokes out a sob.

"Lydia- I thought you- are you okay?"

"Stiles?" she forces out.

"Stiles is okay," Scott laughs and cries at the same time. "He's alright. Lydia, I don't know what-"

"Lydia!" another familiar voice shouts- Barry- and Lydia hears footsteps running to her. "What happened? Is she okay?"

"Lydia has these... they're like seizures," Scott lies. "They happen when she's feeling a lot of stress and she just kind of has to scream. She's okay, though. It's nothing fatal or anything."

Lydia asks Scott to put her down and he does, although she stills leans on him heavily, her mind still foggy.

"So who was it for, then?" she asks Scott, forgetting for a moment that Barry is still there. He doesn't seem to think what she's saying is strange, though.

"I don't know," Scott says. "We need to get you somewhere so you can recover."

"Mine and Joe's house isn't far," Barry offers. "There's a couch there."

Scott gives Barry a massive grateful smile. "That would be amazing."

Lydia wakes up twenty minutes later feeling refreshed and very comfortable. She sits up- and remembers exactly what happened. Quickly, she scrambles to her feet- and is met by a firm hand pushing her back.

"Woah," Barry cautions. "You're not getting away that easily. You need to sit and rest."

"I'm fine," Lydia insists. "How's Stiles? Where's Scott?"

"Scott went to see Stiles." At her alarmed expression, he insists, "He's fine, but Scott just wanted to check on him. Stiles is recovering. He woke up for about ten minutes and then slipped back into unconsciousness."

Lydia sits back heavily and sighs. "Sorry about the whole... freaking out coffee thing," she apologises.

"You don't need to apologise," he insists, handing her a fresh mug of something warm. She sips it and immediately feels a million times better.

"What is this stuff?" she wonders, and Barry grins at her.

"Fruit tea," he explains proudly. "It's healing properties are magical."

Lydia laughs at his expression. "They really are," she drains the rest of it in one. "So what exactly happened with Stiles?"

Barry sighs. "You won't give up, will you?" He sits and rests his mug on the table. "All I could find out was that his heart rate dropped significantly for a moment and everyone panicked. He's recovering, though, and Scott and his Dad are with him. In fact-" He gets out his phone and checks his texts. "Joe just texted me. Stiles is awake and they're officially letting people see him now."

"Can we go?" Lydia asks eagerly.

"Well..." Barry thinks back to Scott's surprisingly menacing face as he warned him not to let Lydia leave. And then he looks at Lydia's face and decides he can't say no. "Alright. But you have to protect me from Scott when he realises I let you go."

When they said that Stiles took a turn for the worse, they didn't mention that he had been relocated, and so when Barry and Lydia arrive at the hospital, they have to leave almost immediately when they find out he'd been moved.

"But where have they taken him?" Lydia demands in a very condescending voice, that makes the receptionist look slightly intimidated.

"S.T.A.R. Labs," she says. "Dr. Wells came and asked for him to be removed."

"Dr. Wells?" Barry exclaims, and he just shakes his head at Lydia's confused expression. "Thank you very much."

"Who's Dr. Wells?" Lydia asks as they start on their walk.

"He's... a friend of mine," Barry says. "About a year ago, there was this freak accident at S.T.A.R. Labs, where this particle accelerator blew up and a lot of people got hurt. I was in a coma for nine months."

"What?" Lydia splutters. "Woah, that's... I'm sorry."

Barry shrugs. "It's fine. Anyway, so instead of being at a normal hospital, they took me to S.T.A.R. Labs to make sure that I wasn't affected by anything."

"I think I heard about the particle accelerator," Lydia comments. "Wait- as in, Dr. Harrison Wells?"

Barry stops and frowns at her. "Yeah, how did you-"

"The Harrison Wells?" Lydia looks practically starstruck. "Wow. I'm a massive fan of his."

"You're into science?"

Lydia finds herself almost laughing and denying it; she considers lying and saying that she thinks that Dr. Wells must be a massive film star or something. But then she catches herself and smiles. "Yeah. Well, more Chemistry than any other science, but I am pretty good."

She sets off walking without him and Barry catches himself actually physically gaping after her, before he shakes himself and runs to catch up with her.

Lydia is, at first, in awe of S.T.A.R. Labs. It almost makes her cry when she sees all the wasted potential. All the resources that are no longer in use. And then she sees Stiles and she wants to cry for a whole different reason.

Because he is alive, and he is awake, and he is looking right at her with his usual sheepish grin. She runs straight into his waiting arms.

"Are you okay?" she fusses, and he nods and gestures behind her.

"All thanks to Doctor Wells." Lydia swivels round to see her idol behind her. He's dark-haired, wears glasses and has this kind of permanent grimace on his face. And he's also in a wheelchair.

"Dr. Wells, I'm Lydia Martin," she introduces. "I'm Stiles's friend and a massive fan. I followed your work on the particle accelerator."

"Nice to meet you, Lydia," he says and even his voice is slightly creepy. "Stiles has told me some of your accomplishments, and I have to say I'm impressed."

Lydia smiles a small smile, and then notices two more people in the background, both talking to Barry. The first is a woman with curly dark-blonde hair and a grim face, while the second is a boy- man doesn't seem right, even though he's clearly an adult- with an impish grin and long curly dark hair. They both seem to be good friends with Barry.

"So, are you in college, Lydia?" Dr. Wells asks and immediately the other three wander over to hear the answer while Lydia and Stiles both look anywhere than at them.

"Er... no, I'm not," Lydia says eventually. "Never was. Never will be."

"Why?" Barry asks, looking incredibly curious.

"Lots of family problems." It's the excuse all the pack use when they're asked, and it's mostly true. Lydia tried to go, once. She got into all the high-end colleges, but she only lasted three months before being kidnapped. So no one tried again, and they've all accepted the fact that they'll never go. Instead, most of them get job experience with help from the Sheriff, and they get good enough small-town jobs to last them. Stiles is the first- after Isaac, who returned a year later from France- to properly move out. And, up until that point, everything had been going well. And then Stiles's accident had happened.

"That's a shame," Dr. Wells said, although he didn't sound sorry at all. "You see like you had a very bright future ahead of you."

"Actually, now I work with Stiles's Dad, who's the Sheriff," Lydia argued, suddenly very defensive. "So I wouldn't say it was a waste at all. In fact, I feel like I have a better education now than I would have if I went to college. Plus, it's a lot of money to learn things I already know, or I can learn it myself."

The others look shocked for a second, and then the woman surges forwards and introduces herself. "I'm Dr. Caitlin Snow," she says. "And that was very well said."

"Thanks," Lydia smiles. Normally the reaction is much more like Dr. Wells- a shocked, slightly offended look, as though she has betrayed him personally for not wasting thousands of pounds every year for something she could get a job without.

"This is Cisco," Barry introduces, pushing the boy forwards, who is staring at Lydia with something akin to awe.

"Hi," he breathes, wiggling his fingers in a little wave, and Barry rolls his eyes.

"So, can Stiles come home now?" Lydia asks.

"Actually, some new evidence came up about the driver," the Sheriff interrupts Dr. Wells as he strolls in with Scott and Joe West. He smiles at Lydia and Stiles, but it's not exactly comforting. "Apparently she was someone we know."

Lydia pales and Scott's expression is not reassuring as he opens his mouth to say:

"Jennifer Blake."

Sorry it's a little long but I have lost all control of my writing ability recently :) I put this on my fanfiction blog on tumblr too (head over to .com to give it some love). And if you want to ask me any questions, I'd suggest asking me on my blog. Or on my normal tumblr blog which is .com

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