lydiascreams | [018. Why don't you lock me up with joy and kisses?]

[Private Video - Peter]
[She's still not happy after talking to Stiles. After going down to Zero and shoving pillows, blankets and food at the two idiots, she's calmer, though. Because at least they are both alive and pissed off at each other, which is just the natural order of the universe. If they were hurting or feeling remorse, she'd be more worried. Probably. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want more details.]

Hey. I went to see Stiles and Jackson. Could you tell me what happened? I know there's not much of a point in asking them for the truth.

[Video - Wardens]
There are two inmates currently at Zero. Peter Parker took care of breaking a fight and taking them there, but I'm volunteering to take care of them until they are released. They aren't really dangerous to anyone but themselves. And it's mostly because they are being complete idiots.

I just ask that you please don't taunt them, or give them more reasons to be angry.

[Open Spam]
[It's a couple of days later and she finds herself going back to Zero again. She stops by the kitchen to pick up some food, but just for one person this time. Then by her room on the 5th floor to grab a comforter and a book. And then makes her way down to see Stiles.]

[Spam - Stiles]
[She's heard about Jackson getting out of Zero, and although she's been making her way there every day to bring them food and snacks, she hasn't actually been talking to either of them. Both because she's angry, disappointed, upset. And because she knows it will only make things worse. Because she cares about both of them. She wants to help both of them. And they will only be angrier to see her helping the other. The further apart they are, the better off everyone is.

Today, however, since Stiles is there alone. She plans on spending most, if not the rest of the day with him. She gets there and wordlessly sets his tray down and pushes it under the bars. Unlike all other days, however, she places her folded comforter on the ground and sits down by his cell. Adjusting until she's comfortable, then setting her book on her lap and turning to look at him.]

[Spam - Jackson]
[After seeing Stiles, and spending some time with him, she finally makes her way over to Jackson's cabin and knocks on the door. The last two times she saw him, he was completely broken, upset and more lost than she's ever seen him.

Now, she's not really sure what to expect. Surely glares thrown in her direction, but those never really bothered her. She can put up with his bad mood and attitude if she feels like she's actually getting through to him. Helping him. Because while she may have limited time to get through to Stiles, Jackson is not going anywhere. He's a long term project and she knows she can actually get him to be better if she doesn't give up on him. And Lydia doesn't give up.]

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[He closes his eyes for a second when she touches his face. He knows he should pull away, but he doesn't. He swallows hard, and leans into her touch, resting his head against the bars. He doesn't understand why she's so calm after the things he's just admitted. Why she thinks people deserve a second chance. It isn't how he's ever lived his life.

He doesn't know why she thinks he's capable of being better, or why her version of Scott seemed to think so, or why Allison thinks so. He doesn't see it in himself.]

Why?

[When he leans against the bars, she does too and presses her lips to his forehead as well as she can, brushing her fingers over his hair. If she could, she'd just get into the cell with him. Or let him out already. But she knows she needs to respect Peter's decision, especially because she still doesn't know everything that happened. So for now, this will have to do.]

Because if you liked any of this, if you were comfortable with who you've become, you wouldn't be trying to change it. You wouldn't still have good in you. You wouldn't still care about me, or Scott.

I just want Scott back. [His voice is pained and he rubs a hand over his face, his other hand curling around one of the bars.]

My Scott. I just -- I just have to change things. If I can just go back. If I can just save him, then we can figure out some way to save our parents. Everything can be different, it can be like... [He motions to her and opens his eyes, expression more honest and open now than it's been the entire time she's been around him.]

I know. I can't even begin to imagine how hard it must have been on you.

[Losing Allison had nearly destroyed all of them. Stiles lost everyone.

She drops her hand to his arm, rubbing it gently and the way he's looking at her, open, honest, no walls this time breaks her heart.]

I just don't think you guys need to suffer while you're there. I don't think you need to be alone when you do, essentially, have each other. That Scott that's there, he's just like my Scott, like your Scott. He just needs help remembering who he really is. [They all do.]

[He lays his head against the bars again, listening as she tells him that Scott's like her Scott. Like his. Except his Scott wasn't a killer. His Scott couldn't even fathom it. The comparison isn't exactly accurate in Stiles' mind, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love the Scott from his barge, either. He can't imagine any version of Scott he wouldn't look at as a brother, as a best friend.]

Yeah, that's...what Allison says too. [His voice is quiet. Tired.]

[She takes his hand in hers and pulls it through the bar, resting their hands over her knee and glancing down at it.]

I remember him, vaguely. From your Lydia's memories. Not very well because they never got close, but he was still always with you, still just like our Scotts before he got lost. So he's in there, somewhere. And I think he never shifts from the werewolf form because he's afraid of who he used to be.

You and I can come up with a plan, like we always do, to get him back. And Allison loves him, as a werewolf, he'll be able to smell it on her. Without his werewolf form to hide behind, I think we can get through to him.

Yeah we still...we still hang out. [His voice is quiet and he chews on his lower lip, trying to find the words to describe the way things are with him and Scott.] We're still brothers. We'll always be brothers. Other you -- she hates it. And I can't even blame her. He's killed her.

[He exhales and pulls his knees up to his chest, but he doesn't pull his hand away from hers.]

You really think it can work?

Stiles.

[Lydia takes a deep breath and shakes her head. It's her turn to take a moment so she can word this right.]

She hates it, but it's not so much about Scott as it is about you. She hates that you have someone else, that you don't need her as much as she needs you. That if you had to choose, you'd choose Scott over her. She hates that he's your pack and you're loyal to each other and she doesn't have a pack of her own. [She rubs her thumbs over the back of his hand, but keeps her eyes on him.]

I do think it can work because from where I'm standing, that's what all four of you really want. Including Scott. You want a pack, to know there's someone watching your back. You want to be able to relax and know you have people you can trust.

[It makes some sort of sense, but the idea that he needs Lydia less than she needs him is also ridiculous in his mind. He needs them both. It's what he's been saying to Scott all along -- he won't hurt her, even if Scott wants him to to prove his loyalty. And he won't turn his back on Scott even though it's what Lydia wants. He won't choose between them, period. As far as packs go, Stiles is made up of both of them.

He watches her rub her thumbs over his hand, looking distant, lost in thought.]

I just need to figure out how to get to Scott.

[She nods a little. She knows that ultimately that's what he really needs. To be able to save Scott. This Scott until he can save the one from his home.]

I think Allison will be the best person to help you with that. She knows him probably as well as you do. And if he still has feelings for her like my Scott does, and she definitely has feelings for him, it will work. [They are each others' first love. Their connection will always be there, even if it's not the same anymore.]

Do you know if she was his anchor, too? Back when he first turned?

[He thinks she might be right about that -- that Allison will be the one to get through to Scott if he can't. And he's not convinced he can.]

We haven't really...talked about that. She was my Scott's anchor though. [He closes his eyes, rests his head against the bars again.]

[Lydia nods a little then lifts one of her hands to brush her fingers over his hair gently, keeping her other hand wrapped around his. There's nothing they can do right now, anyway. They have a couple more days to think of something.]

Why don't you eat something? [She tries again, keeping her voice soft.]

[He looks over at her at the suggestion, then down at the food she brought with her.]

Pizza, huh? [He gives her a small smile, brief as it is. He reaches out with his free hand and takes the slice off the plate.] Thanks.

[She smiles softly and nods, dropping her hand to his arm before pulling it away so he can eat, even though she doesn't really want to.]

It's good to know some things are universal. You're welcome.

[018. Why don't you lock me up with joy and kisses?]

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