Lydia Awakens (Allison, Lydia & Stiles)

Stiles nodded and looked down sighing, knowing that Allison was probably right. He wished that he could Lydia. "Yeah.... I guess so.." All Stiles wanted to do was see Lydia. That's all!

Stiles started to walk away just like Allison but as soon as he heard Lydia and turned and rushed into the room. He didn't care if Allison was behind him or not Lydia had called his name which meant she wanted to see him too. He stopped quickly at the entrance of the room and smiled slightly at Lydia. It was nice to finally see her perfect face again. Even when she had been asleep in the hospital for days, Lydia still looked perfect. Stiles didn't think she could ever look bad.

Lydia just stood there for a moment, staring at her two friends. She didn't really know what to say to them now that they were here. Before she knew it, or could stop herself, she was in front of them, her arms wrapped around each of them. She rested her head on the shoulder nearest to her, which just happened to be Stiles's, and began to softly weep.

As Lydia embraced her Allison wrapped her arm around her best friend, a tear falling from her eye. She was so relieved that Lydia was okay....at least for now, and couldn't help but feel like some of this was her fault.

As Lydia hugged him, Stiles wrapped his arm tightly around her, he knew it would be okay since she had hugged him first. His eyes closed when Lydia put her head on his shoulder, she had never done anything like this before. She was getting so close to him and being so sweet. He could barely take it. Stiles was about to smile but he realized that Lydia was crying and he frowned slightly. "It's okay Lydia." he said softly, starting to slowly and gently run his fingers along her back. He wasn't sure if she would be okay with it, but he wanted to comfort her. "Everything is going to be okay."

Lydia hugged her friends a little tighter as she cried, a million questions running through her mind. "I..." She paused, trying to catch her breath a little before starting to speak again. "I wanted to ask my parent's what happened, but my mom was a wreck and I could break in front of her. What's going on?" she asked, hoping they would be able to give her answers.

Allison sighed a little not knowing if she should tell Lydia what was going on. She didn't know if the doctors had said anything to her and if they wanted her to know what had happened to her. Allison slowly pulled out of Lydia's embrace and motioned towards her room. "Maybe you should go sit down Lydia, I'm sure the doctors will tell you what's going on soon."

As Allison pulled away, Stiles hugged Lydia tighter, he didn't want this moment to end and he needed to make sure that Lydia felt better. He wanted to continue to comfort her. 'Dammit Allison! Are you seriously going to ruin this moment?' He thought to himself as she told Lydia to go sit down. "Hey, let her do what she wants." He said to Allison quietly looking at her. He was wondering if she realized how perfect this moment really was.

Lydia let go of both her friends and looked at them with a puzzled look. She didn't understand why it was so difficult to answer a simple question. She walked over to the edge of her hospital bed and sat down. She looked over at Allison with a puzzled look on her face and asked the question again, hoping she would get an answer this time.

Glaring at Stiles before following Lydia into her room Allison sits in one of the empty chairs lining the far wall of the room. As she hears Lydia repeat her question Allison bites her lip gently not knowing how to respond.

Stiles walked into the room with Lydia and Allison and sighed as she sat down. Of course the moment was ruined and now Lydia wanted to know what was happening. Stiles wanted to tell Lydia so badly, but he knew that they just couldn't. He turned around facing the wall and sighed running his hands through his hair and down his face. Slowly, he leaned his head against the wall before turning back around. "Lydia.." He frowned not knowing what to say.

Lydia looked back and forth between Allison and Stiles waiting for one of them to answer her question. When neither of them did, she began to get a little annoyed. She got fully into the bed, leaning back against the pillows and staring at her friends. She crossed her arms and looked at both of them. "Someone better tell me what is going on. I think I have the right to know what is going on in my own life."

Sighing slightly noticing Lydia's annoyance Allison looks over at Stiles and shrugs slightly before turning to look back at her best friend. Allison didn't know what to tell her but she knew she had to say something fast. Allison opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again as she thought about what she was going to say. Taking a deep breathe in Allison spoke. "You were attacked Lydia...by what we aren't sure." Allison felt a lump in her throat as she lied. She didn't like lying, especially to her best friend, but she had to.

Stiles kept frowning as he looked at Lydia. He didn't like lying to her, even if it wasn't him lying to her, he still didn't like it. He wished he could just tell Lydia the truth. Turning around, Stiles sighed. He hated seeing Lydia like this, she had that kind of puppy dog look that was so hard to deny. "Dammit." He whispered to himself and he leaned his head back against the wall.

After Allison finished speaking, Lydia looked back and forth between them again, trying to judge their face to to see if they were telling her the whole truth. She thought for a moment. She remembered going to the lacrosse field to look for Jackson. She remembered the lights, but that was all. Everything after that was a blur in her mind. Then suddenly, she remember Peter appearing in her hospital room, bringing another question to her mind. "There was a man. In here, earlier." she looked over at Stiles, then at Allison. Was he even really there or was she going crazy?

Leaning forward in her chair Allison's eyes widen a bit and she looked over at Stiles. "What man Lydia" Allison hadn't seen anyone that wasn't a doctor or a nurse or Lydia's parents enter the hospital room and there was no way someone would have gotten past both her and Stiles at the same time.

As Lydia spoke about a man Stiles looked at her confused. "Wait Lydia, who?" Stiles didn't think it was possible for someone to get in the room without anyone noticing, and if they had meant any harm, Lydia would be even more hurt than she already was. "What did he look like Lydia?" Stiles started to walk closer to Lydia.

Lydia thought again for a few seconds, trying to picture the man again. She closed her eyes for a moment, his face clearer to her now. "He, um. He has black hair, a goatee, blue eyes. He's average height. And...." she searched her mind for more. "He was wearing black."

As Lydia explained what the man in her room looked like Allison scratched her brow and looked down at the ground. The person that Lydia was describing sounded like Peter Hale, Derek's uncle. which was impossible. They, Allison Scott Stiles Jackson & Her father, Chris, had all seen Peter burn and Derek slash his throat. Allison shook her head a little and looked up at Stiles and Lydia with a confused loo upon her face.

Stiles looked over at Allison and sighed. He knew that she was thinking the same thing that he was, Lydia was describing Peter, but Peter was dead. "Allison..." He frowned not knowing what to say. He didn't want Lydia to feel as if he was holding something back from her, although he was holding many things back from her.

Lydia continued to look back and forth between Stiles and Allison, wondering exactly what was going through their minds. Getting annoyed again she grunted slightly and sat up. "Is someone going to answer me?" she asked. Would she get a straight answer from anyone?

Allison stood up and started to walk towards Lydia's bed, her mind racing, still not knowing what she was going to say. Sighing a little as she got to the foot of Lydia's bed, Allison put her hands on the bed and stared at Lydia. "Maybe the trauma of the attack is playing tricks on you Lydia. No one could have gotten in here."

Stiles looked at Allison before Lydia and then nodded. "I think she's right Lydia, we would have seen if someone had tried to come in here. I've been here since that night and I haven't seen anyone." Stiles looked at Lydia frowning slightly. He wanted to tell her the truth about everything so badly.

Lydia sat in silence for a few moments, going over the sighting in her head again. Could he really have been a hallucination? He has seemed so real, and yet, no one else had seen him. She sighed a little and exchanged looks with Allison and Stiles again. "I..." she paused. "I suppose so." she said, a defeated look on her face.

Allison relaxed a little as Lydia spoke those last words. She hated lying to her friend but she knew it was best for her. Lydia couldn't know any of the things that where around Beacon Hills. No one could. Smiling slightly at Lydia Allison took her hands off the hospital bed and crossed them across her chest. "We're just glad you are okay Lyds."

Stiles watched Allison and then looked back at Lydia nodded. "She's right, that's all we care about right now." He was so tempted to walk over next to Lydia and sit with her, but he knew that Lydia wouldn't like that. He sighed to himself and then looked down at the ground. He wasn't quite sure what to say.