<Derek's POV>

It's painful to watch him just lay there cringing in pain every few minutes. The desert wolf hasn't seen us in hours. It's like she is leaving Stiles to slowly die. He woke up soon after he arrived. We explained what has been going on and eventually he passed out again from the pain. Now he's awake but we is clearly in pain and it's only been about three hours. "Stiles there is water a few feet away from you, crawl to it," I say. He shakes his head with his eyes sealed shut.

"I need to tell them, they need to know!" Stiles says through breathes of pain. I shake my head at him.

"Stiles they're probably halfway back to Beacon Hills by now," I tell him. Tears start to stream down his face. Peter rolls his eyes.

"Get it together."

"Peter shut up," I snap.

"What if Lydia's wound had gotten worse, what if she died, and I'm not there!" He says worriedly. I try to break free to reach for him as he crawls to the door, leaving a small trail of blood behind him. As I fail a loud breath escapes my lips. Stiles reaches the door and collapses against it. His face now red and covered in tears.

"Stiles stop, your wound isn't going to stop bleeding until you stop moving, your not okay," I say.

"OF COURSE NOT, I'M THE WEAK HUMAN WHI CAN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF!" He screams with all of his muscles tensing and tendons pulling. Stiles lays limp against the door completely defeated. I can't do anything but look at him sympathetically.

"Stiles try and remember, you're only a sixteen year old boy."

<Lydia's POV>

My eyes flutter open and I am greeted by the happy sense of... home. I look around and see my pink walls, creme duvet cover, perfectly clean mirrors, and my mother sitting in a chair smiling down at me. The last time I saw her is when she told me I am named after her dead best friend who was a werewolf. That's also when I told her Allison was dead, that may need some explaining.

My voice comes out raspy. "Mom?" She smiles bigger and tears well up in her eyes.

"Hello darling," she says. I sit up a bit and then cringe. "Not to fast sweetie." I look at her concerned.

"Mom I'm so sorry I left you without saying anything, it's just that Allison was dead, Aiden died with some interesting last words, my friends were taken, my world fell apart, I needed you most but instead I ran I'm sorry." I begin to cry and my mom takes my hand. Her thumb rubs over it and comforts me. She nods her head.

"I know my darling, Allison has told me everything, including how you became injured," my mom says. I look at her surprised.

"So I guess you know she's alive," I say calming my tears. A thought comes to my head. "Mom did she say anything about Stiles?" My mothers face becomes dark, her smile fades, and her thumb stops moving over the top of my hand. This can't be good.

"I think Allison should talk to you about that, Allison sweetie," my mom calls. Allison tip toes into my room. She looks like a mess. Just like the last time I saw her. My mom kisses my forehead and then squeezes Allison's hand before leaving the room and closing the door. Allison sits next to me on the bed and helps me sit up. Her face remains placid which actually makes me more nervous. "Stiles," I ask hopefully. Allison slowly shakes her head with a single tear dripping down her cheek.

My whole world shatters. Memories flash through my mind. The years I ignored Stiles. The time in third grade when my doll had been stolen by another boy and Stiles retrieved it for me. The first time I kissed him. Making love to Stiles for the first time. How Stiles was always there to solve cases and hold hands with me.

I don't move, I don't cry, I just sit next to my best friend in complete shock. Stiles beautiful pale skin patterned with freckles and moles. His dark chocolate hair and golden caramel eyes that made my heart melt. My beautiful a lovers touch of affection. The way he would always hold my close to him even when it wasn't his job. Even when I wasn't his to hold.

"Lydia I'm so sorry," Allison says. "The Desert Wolf took his body, we can't even bury him or try to pull him back," she says. I put my had up to stop her from talking. If she does keep talking I will cry and that is the last thing I want to do.

"Where's Scott?" I ask. She looks at me a little confused.

"At the Hale house getting Cora and Boyd," Allison says and I nod.

"Help me up," I demand kindly. She does as I say and then she helps me get dressed. Leggings and simple baggy long sleeve shirt. She pulls my hair into a bun and we walk out of my room with grasped hands. I bid goodbye to my mom and tell her I don't know when I'll be back. She accepts that since she knows just about everything that can go wrong with the supernatural.

The first thing I see when I walk outside is Stiles baby blue jeep. My emotions swirl around but I don't let them show, not yet. We climb in, with Allison in the drivers seat that should be holding Stiles. I am suddenly surrounded by Stiles' scent but I still do not let any tears fall.

Allison drives the memorized route to the Hale house and the whole time I am thinking about Stiles. How he has gone down this same route so many times. How he has my drawing poking out a compartment in this very jeep. How concentrated he looked while driving.

When we pull up to the Hale house I see Isaac embracing Cora and Kira being introduced to the two. Scott is nowhere to be seen. Allison stops the car and we hop out. Everyone shoots me sympathetic looks as we near them but I don't let it affect me. When I get onto the porch I hug Cora. She whispers in my ear, "I'm sorry Lydia, you guys deserve better." Stiles affected Cora's life as well. I smile at Boyd then walk into the house. The floor creaks and I think about how Stiles' feet made the same noise on the floorboards at one point. When I pass the living room I see Scott. Stiles' best friend Scott McCall sitting in a chair staring at a wall. His hands are in his lap and his muscle shirt is covered in dirt, blood, and sweat. Scott tilts his head up slightly and notices I'm standing there looking at him.

There are no makeup streaks to prove it for the devastation blocked out any reason for me to try and look presentable, but finally the tears do start. The first tear rolled down my cheek as Scott jumped out o his chair at the sight of me. His arms wrap around my wait, forcing me to stand on my toes. He is cautious of my wound but he doesn't need to be, the physical pain is numbed by the emotional pain. I began to cry uncontrollably just as Scott does as we god each other. There are three people who were the most important to Stiles. There are many like Allison who he loved and could not live without but there are three that he would never be able to function without. Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, and me, Lydia Martin. Here are two out of the three holding each other because Stiles has died, never to be seen or heard from again. Scott holds me closer than he ever has before. His tears run down my back as mine soak into his shirt. I make awkward choking noises and even scream a little. In between cries Scott mumbles. "I'm so sorry I didn't save him for you Lydia, " he says, "I let him die!" He shouts sadly. I shake my head in his shoulder, wanting to tell him that it isn't his fault but my tears overcome my words. "I have to tell his dad! How do I tell him?" Scott shouts through tears. I grab Scott's back harder and squeeze my eyes closed more. My heart is empty, I know I won't ever love anyone like I loved Stiles.

Slipping out of Scott's grip, I fall to the floor in a heap and scream into my hands. Scott kneels next to me and pulls me into his lap. I hold onto him. One of my best friends. His brother.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Allison begin to cry harder at the sight of Scott and I breaking down. It hurts her to see us sad. She hugs Kira who holds her and cries harder than she was before. Cora hides her head in Isaac's shoulder as Boyd closes his eyes gently while shaking his head. He is clearly disappointed in the world, just as I am. "We have to tell the sheriff Scott, today, then we go back to Mexico and prepare to fight the werebitch that killed him.

Stiles will not die in vain."

A/N ouch I hurt myself. I lowkey ship Scydia so hard. I would let that happen any day. Let me just say Isaac and Cora shall be canon in this story. Just getting that straight.

I think it's really funny that even though I know Stiles isn't really dead this chapter still makes me cry. Oops sorry spoons.