*THIS IS A REPOST OF CH.1-3 IN WHICH I HAVE EDITED SOME THINGS, MORE CHAPTERS TO COME!

Caution: may be extremely stupid and full of feels.

Romances: Stiles/Lydia, some Scott/Kira and Liam/Hayden

Friendships: Scott/Stiles, Malia/Kira/Hayden/Lydia, Scott/Lydia

I do not own Teen Wolf

Chapter 1

"Okay…" Kira looked around the dark boathouse nervously as she followed Lydia to the edge of the water. "So are you in one of those banshee things? 'Cause honestly, Lydia, you're starting to freak me out…" She'd been following the fiery haired girl that had slipped into a sort of trance and began walking away from the lake house where the other girl's had been sleeping - Kira was the only one to notice. "Is there a body?"

"Relax, Kira, everything will be fine, you can go back inside," Lydia said calmly, though her eyes never shifted from the black water. The almost full moon glinted overhead and Kira looked back at the main house, hoping that they weren't being missed. All of the lights in the house remained off, so she could only assume that Malia and Hayden hadn't been disturbed by their absence… or the ever approaching full moon. Thing's had been quiet around Beacon Hills lately, it had only been a matter of time before something like this popped up. Lydia finding a body never ended well.

Kira knelt down next to her friend and put a hand gently on her back, "I'm gonna go call Scott, okay?" Lydia nodded robotically and Kira pulled out her phone, and walked to the other side of the dock. She looked at the time guiltily - it was almost 4 am - before pressing the little phone icon next to her boyfriend's contact.

It only rang once before Scott answered hastily, "what's wrong?"

"Why do you always assume something is wrong when I call?" She whispered.

"Okay, then what's up?" He sounded less alert now.

"Something's wrong… with Lydia," she admitted.

Scott sighed, dragging himself out of bed and pulling on the first pair of pants and shirt that he can find. "I'll be there soon."

Quietly, he shuts the door to his bedroom where both Stiles and Liam lay sprawled out on the floor, fast asleep. The girl's had insisted on having a "girl's night" so the guys ended up doing the same, it had been a long time since they had all just been able to relax. No supernatural drama in months… until now that is.

Scott pulls into the driveway of the Martin Family Lake House where he had spent many a full moon. Kira had said they were in the boat house, so he not so carefully parks his bike and jogs to the back. At the side of the boat house, Kira stands waiting for him.

"What's going on? Did she find a body?" he asks quietly, looking from Kira to the silhouette of Lydia sitting at the watersedge.

"I really don't-" as Kira begins to speak Scott's phone rings, displaying Stiles' goofy grin on the screen.

Handing his girlfriend the phone, Scott makes his way over to the distraught looking Banshee.

"Hey, Stiles," Kira answers reluctantly, with an uncomfortable laugh.

"What's happening."

"Nothing. Nothing. Lydia's just-"

"I'm on my way," Stiles had been out the door upon the first syllable of Lydia's name. Driving his hideous new red truck far beyond legal speeds down the road. Only upon hitting a red light at an intersection he slams on the breaks. Tapping his hands on the steering wheel, he stares at the glowing light, waiting for it to change to green. As it does he speeds forward. "I knew things had been too quiet," he says to himself as he presses further into the gas pedal.

When Stiles arrives he finds both Scott and Kira standing over a tiny crumpled figure at the edge of the dock. He sprints forward, barely bothering to close his car door. Almost immediately he is at Lydia's side, hands on her shoulders. His eyes scan every inch of her, he tries not to blush as he sees that she is in nothing but a thin tank top and silk pajama shorts. Her hair is in a loose ponytail cascading down her back and she looks beautiful - as always, he thinks. He looks up to Scott now, "what's up, is there a body, why is she like this?" the questions roll off his tongue at a speed that impresses even himself.

Scott shakes his head, "I don't know man, we both tried talking to her but she hasn't said a word since she told Kira to leave. As for a dead body… I don't smell anything, but who knows what's in the lake..."

"Well, have you tried to get her back inside? You do have werewolf strength yah know, Scotty, or did yah forget?" Stiles remarks sarcastically. "It's freezing out here and she's barely wearing anything. How long has she even been out here?" Stiles continues to question the two as he rubs Lydia's arms up and down in an effort to unchill them, eventually peeling off his red hoodie and placing it over the strawberry blondes shoulders. "Come on, Lyds… what's goin on?"

Lydia opens her mouth like she's going to say something and everyone stares at her for a moment expectantly. Slowly, she dips her hand in the water and begins to write a name on the dry wood of the dock between her and Stiles.

It reads: Aiden

Stiles looks at her in confusion, then up at Scott and Kira. "Aiden," he says it in an almost jealous tone.

Upon hearing the name Lydia's head whips up and her eyes clear of the haze that had inhibited them moments before.

"Stiles?" Her voice cracks as she says his name. She studies her surroundings, clearly unaware of the events that had just taken place.

"Let's get you inside," he says softly, helping her stand and leading her past a scrutinizing Scott and Kira.

Finally Lydia is back in her bed, still wrapped up in Stiles' hoodie. Her bed is positioned so that she always has a perfect view of the night sky over the water just outside the window. She shivers, not because she is cold, but because of what had happened earlier in the night. It had been months since her last banshee episode and she wasn't sure what to think of it or what it could mean - especially when it came to Aiden's name. Turning over, she is still unable to escape the light of the moon that filters in through the window. With a frustrated sigh she stands, carefully stepping over a sleeping Stiles who had insisted on staying on her floor for the night in case anything else happened. She closes herself in her bathroom, lighting a candle rather than turning on the harsh fluorescent light. With the twist of a handle, the bathtub began to fill with steaming hot water. Undressing, she carefully hangs the red hoodie on the hook on the back of her door, while the rest of her clothing finds a place on the floor. Slowly, she sinks into the hot bath, letting the water cover every inch of her body. Tugging at the hair tie holding together her ponytail, her hair cascades down into the water. Her eyes close in relaxation and she begins to quietly hum to herself, a tune that she wasn't sure she recognized, though it sounded oddly familiar. Sinking lower, she was completely submerged from head to toe, and that's when she heard it. The voice. His voice.

Aiden's voice.

"Lydia," the voice said calmly.

She wanted to respond but somehow she knew that if she came up from the water that it would disappear.

"You can hear me, can't you?" he said.

All she could do was nod, and hold herself under longer, though her brain was screaming at her to resurface. She opened her eyes underneath the water, but instead of seeing the rose gold ceiling of her bathroom, she is greeted by white light. She sits up quickly, finding herself still in her clawfoot tub, but in the center of an empty white room.

"You really can," Aiden's voice sounds amazed. Lydia whips around in the tub to find him standing just a few feet behind her, staring at her in awe. Her eyes go wide as she studies him. He looks the same, still boyish and rebellious, still just as handsome, and his eyes still hold the look of adoration that he only ever reserved for her.

"Aiden… how?" As she begins to question him, the screaming in her head demands to be heard. But it is not alone, as it is accompanied by another voice, one she knew all too well.

Stiles woke with a start at the sound of running water. Looking around with concern, it seemed the room was seriously lacking in one banshee. Pulling himself off the ground, he approached the bathroom door, knocking lightly. There was no response. Knocking again, this time a bit harder. Still no response.

"Lyds?"

No response.

"Lydia?"

Nothing.

Opening the door he almost immediately begins to release a string of apologies as he sees the beautiful strawberry blonde in the tub. That is until he realizes that she is completely under the water, and unmoving. He races to her side and pulls her out of the tub with little effort, soaking himself and the floor in the process. Immediately he is relieved to feel her pulse under his fingers and see as her chest moves up and down.

"Lydia," he begins to pat her cheek in an effort to wake her from the strange sleep she seemed to be in.

"Lydia," a bit louder this time.

"Come on Lyds." He continually says her name, rocking her close to his chest for several minutes. His eyes starting to tear and he begins to worry that she may never come to.

"Lydia!" the familiar voice called.

"Lydia?" Aiden took a step toward the tub.

"Lydia!" it called again.

"Lydia? Wait." Aiden pleaded.

"Lydia!"

"Please don't-" Aiden's begging faded away as she was yanked back underwater.

With a gasp Lydia opens her eyes to find herself on her bathroom floor being cradled by Stiles.

"Lyds? You with me?"

It takes her a moment to remember what had happened while she was in the tub, and upon remembering she attempts to pull away from Stiles and return to the water. He was having none of that as his hold on her only tightened when she tried to lunge at the clawfoot.

"It's okay, you're okay. You're okay." Stiles tried to calm her, though it seemed more for his own benefit.

"Stiles, let go of me," her voice reverting to the trance-like quality it had held earlier in the night.

"What? Hell no, Lydia, do you even realize you just almost drown in your own bathtub?"

"I have to. I have to go back. Aiden he-"

"Aiden?" Stiles interrupts her, "what about Aiden, Lydia?" Even though the ex-alpha was dead Stiles still felt a burning jealousy every time his name was spoken, especially if it was spoken by as beautiful of lips as Lydia Martin's.

"I think he's trying to contact me," she said simply, her voice slowly returning to normal.

"How is that even possible. Lydia, Aiden's dead. He's gone. Gone. Finito. Finished. He is 100% totally and completely-"

"I know!" she yells. His grip on her loosens in shock and she is able to pull away from him. As she stands she finally becomes aware of the fact that she is completely naked upon seeing Stiles' face go from confused to awe struck. Embarrassed and a little upset, she grabs the hoodie off of the hook behind her and pulls it on, zipping it all the way up. Due to her short stature, it covers everything essential. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I scared you, and for yelling, and for all this banshee nonsense that you all have to deal with all the time."

"Hey, it's not your-"

"No. It is. It is my fault that I can't control any of this."

Stiles shakes his head, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "There are tons of supernatural creatures who have way worse control than you." He looks directly into her sweet green eyes and smiles. "I mean seriously, have you seen Hayden on a full moon. Sheesh talk about loose canon, am I right?" He was trying to cheer her up, and when she reluctantly cracked a smile he knew he had been successful. Pulling her into a hug, he tries not to think too hard about the fact that she was wearing nothing but his hoodie.

"Can we just, maybe not tell the others about this... For the time being at least?" Lydia

asks, as she reaches for the door knob.

Ruffling his hair, he nods, "for now." Though he wanted to tell Scott as soon as possible, it may be a better idea to keep it between them for awhile. Especially with the full moon being the next night, the group didn't need any more drama.

She smiles one last time at the chocolate eyed boy, glancing back at the tub before returning to her bed.

Stiles follows close behind, preparing to reassume his position on the floor when Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down to the bed with her. "There's really no reason for you to be on the ground."

"Wha- are you sure?"

"We are friends, Stiles, friends share beds all the time."

"Right, right, of course. Friends."

It had been an insane night. Everything from Lydia's trance, to her almost drowning, to him pulling her out of the tub, to seeing her naked, and now he was in her bed! If only time travel existed, because sophomore Stiles would never even begin to believe any of this. He couldn't contain his goofy smile as Lydia snuggled up next to him on the queen sized bed. Supernatural drama aside, this was one of the best moments of his whole life.

Chapter 2

The next morning Lydia forces herself to get out of bed, though she had only gotten around two full hours of sleep the night before. Groggily, she walks down the stairs, past Scott and Kira on the couch to whom she sings a soft "Good Morning". Finally she makes it to the kitchen where much to her pleasure someone had already made coffee. She fills a mug, holding it up to her nose and breathing in the fresh brew scent before drinking it. When she turns around she finds the entire pack, minus Stiles, standing in the kitchen staring at her. It is then that she realizes how she must look, like she hadn't slept and wearing only Stiles' sweatshirt and nothing else.

"Hey… guys," Lydia says nervously as she takes a small sip of her coffee. Scott is looking at the ground embarrassed, while Kira gives her signature panicked eyes.

Malia has her arms crossed with a knowing look on her face, she is the first to say something, "so, do anything interesting last night?" She wiggles her eyebrows the way that Stiles always does - something she had picked up during their brief relationship.

"Girl meeting!" Kira announces and begins pushing Liam and Scott out of the kitchen.

Together, Lydia very reluctantly, the girls hustle up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms.

"Okay, spill." Kira's voice is excited, like this moment was something she had been waiting for for an extremely long time - little did she know this moment wasn't really a moment at all.

Before Lydia could answer, more questions were being spewed at her.

"Did you use protection?"

"What was it like?"

"Did he do that thing where he nibbles on your ear?" That one came from Malia, to which she received a 'cut it out' look from both Hayden and Kira.

Lydia practically choked at that one.

"Girls…" she began.

"Lydia and Stiles… I can't believe it. Really it's about time-"

"We didn't have sex!" Lydia screeched.

As soon as the girl's had locked themselves in one of the guest rooms, Scott and Liam raced up to Lydia's room where they planned to ambush Stiles. Throwing the door open, they both pounce on their friend. Scott immediately putting him into a playful headlock.

"What the hell, guys!" Stiles fights against them in vain.

"Stiles Stilinksi, you have been holding out on us," Scott releases his headlock and playfully punches Stiles' arm.

"What're you talking about? And ow by the way," he says, rubbing his neck.

Liam lays back on the bed, putting his arms behind his head, "come on, dude, don't play dumb. I mean really you guys weren't very discrete."

"Yeah, man with the 'Lydia! Lydia! Lydia!' screaming last night - hey, Liam, I wouldn't lay on this bed if I were you!" Both guys start howling laughter and Stiles just looks at them with his mouth open, one eye doing the twitchy thing it always did whenever he was trying to understand someone's bizarre and idiotic behavior.

"What? No, no, no. Nothing like that even- I mean- we slept together!"

"I knew it!" Both boys yelp in unison.

"No! No. No. We slept. Like together."

"Yeah, dude, hey I'm proud of yah. Ten year plan, who'd have thought." Scott messes with Stiles' hair in a fatherly sort of way.

Swatting his hand away Stiles corrects, "No. Like we slept together. But we didn't sleep together. It was- Like- No. We just-"

Interrupting his ramblings a screech came from across the hall.

"We didn't have sex!"

There was a resounding "ohhh" from all parties, instantly quieting the questions in both rooms. Lydia comes bursting into her room, followed by the girls.

"Everybody go home, change, and we will meet back here tonight for the full moon. Okay? Okay." Lydia takes charge, shuffling the pack down the stairs. Everyone seems to nod in agreement and begins to pack up their belongings, all somewhat embarrassed by their assumptions.

On his way out the door, Scott mouths a "sorry, dude" to Stiles who hadn't allowed himself to be kicked out by the tiny redhead. When everyone is out, Lydia turns to the tall brunette behind her, crossing her arms and pursing her lips.

"I'm not leaving."

"Stiles…"

"Nope. You can't make me." He stands his ground, unmoving.

"They all think we had sex, Stiles. You are not staying behind, do you have any idea how suspicious that will look?" Hearing the word on her lips, Stiles wavered. He knew she had done it before, sex. But he didn't like to think about that. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts, he hadn't been this nervous around her since sophomore year - it was strange. They had fallen into this sort of platonic friendship when he was dating Malia. And now that Malia was out of the picture it seemed to be reverting back to how it had been back in the beginning of Junior year. That thought only lead him to remembering the day he had had a panic attack in the locker room and the unconventional way Lydia had cured it. Her lips had been so soft that day, he recalled them tasting like strawberries.

"Are you even listening?" Lydia snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Right, right," he pauses, "what were you saying again?"

Annoyed, she repeats herself, "Go home and take a shower, or a nap, change your clothes. You look exhausted, and rightfully so."

"But, Lyds," he tries to argue.

"Stiles, I promise," she takes his hands, her touch making his heart pound, "I won't try anything while you're gone. Nothing with the tub, or the shower, I won't even use the sink if that will make you feel better?" She gives him a sweet smile, hoping that he will take the bait and leave. "I just really need to be alone for a little bit, yah know?"

He nods. "Okay. Fine."

"Thank you," She pulls him into a hug. He squeezes her tightly, trying to ignore the fact that she is still indeed almost naked.

"I'm coming back though."

She nods in understanding.

"Like. Soon. Like… you have two hours. Okay?"

"That's all I ask," her voice is soft, as she takes his hand and leads him toward the front door. "I'll wash this sweatshirt and get it back to you later. I know it's your favorite."

He shakes his head, "nah, you can keep it. Looks better on you anyways." He says the last part almost under his breath, but being a banshee Lydia was quite used to tuning in whispered words. She smiles again, and watches as he walks down the sidewalk to his big red truck which he hated so much.

Chapter 3

After Stiles left, Lydia took her two hours as a time to relax, staying true to her word about keeping away from the tub. Not just because Stiles had told her, but because she was honestly afraid of what it all meant. Though she should have been tired, she felt restless. And after three cups of coffee she finally made her way to her bedroom where she rifled through the few pieces of clothing which she always kept at the lake house. Opting for a black and white pin-striped spaghetti-strap romper, her favorite black booties, and Stiles' red hoodie.

Having gone to sleep with it wet, her normally gracefully wavy hair was in tangles, so she decided to straighten her long locks. Something she normally didn't do. Finishing and pulling it into a sleek pony tail, she stares at herself in the mirror. Leaning in close to fix a small smudge in her red lipstick. She gasps when on the back of her hand she sees a strange shimmer. Examining it closer, she finds small glimmering bumps on her soft skin. If she didn't know any better she'd say they look extraordinarily similar to the scales of a fish.

"What…?" she whispers, flipping her hands over, then examining her arms to see just how many places these strange bumps were. She was able to relax a bit when she realized they were limited to the backs of her hands. Taking a deep breath, she opens a small drawer in her vanity and pulls out the black fingerless motorcycle gloves that had once belonged to Allison. With a sad smile she slips them on, covering the unexplainable rash. This was something, much like her vision in the bathtub, that could be dealt with another day - really any day other than the full moon, she thought.

With the rest of her free time Lydia tidied up her room, and before she knew it it was nearly noon. Going down to the kitchen, she makes two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. After getting out the fruit, she hears the front door open and quick footsteps approaching the kitchen.

The first thing he noted was that she was still wearing his sweatshirt, causing an instant smile to spread across his face.

"You're early," she comments without turning around, knowing full well who stood behind her.

"Early? Me?" He looks at his wrist, though it had no watch on it. "Hey, is that for me?" He points to one of the sandwiches Lydia is delicately placing inside of a ziplock bag. She smacks his hand away from the food and zips it tightly.

"Not yet," she smiles when he pouts and begins cutting up strawberries.

"So what's all this for?" He questions as he quickly snags one of the sliced up berries and pops it into his mouth.

"Well, I figured if you're gonna be patrolling me, then we may as well do something fun. Are you up for a picnic?"

Stiles nods, assisting her in gathering the berries into a tupperware.

Stiles and Lydia sit side by side on the lawn just a few feet away from the boathouse. Lydia nibbles on her sandwich as she stares out at the water which she had been so transfixed with the night before. All the while, Stiles sips a can of Dr. Pepper, having already scarfed down the small PB&J as well as almost all of the berries. He watches her tentatively, wondering if he should say or do something after such a prolonged silence. His stomach grumbles, as if on cue.

Lydia looks at him with a smirk, "still hungry?"

"No, no. I'm fine," he attempts to sound sincere. His stomach protests.

Lydia shakes her head at him and laughs, digging into the picnic basket. "How about some dessert?" she questions as she pulls out a small orange package, Stiles' favorite candy.

Stiles smiles at her and takes one of the two peanut butter cups from the package. He takes small bites, as if trying to savor every bit - having learned his lesson from the sandwich.

"Chocolate and peanut butter," Lydia says contently, taking her first bite.

"The perfect combination," Stiles says matter-of-factly.

Lydia nods. Stiles could only wonder if she was thinking back to that night at the ice rink, it was the only thing he was able to think of whenever he enjoyed the chocolate peanut butter treat.

As if reading his mind, Lydia says softly, "a strange combination… but surely some of the best creations come from combining two unlikely things."