𝟏𝟔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒚𝒅𝒊𝒂?

✯☾✯

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍. He'd just refused to leave. It was his way of protecting the girl he loved but also quite possibly a way to win her heart.

He wasn't alone though as he'd managed to drag along the only person in the entire world that would ever entertain his ideas. Lizzie.

The pair of best friends lay sound asleep in the hospital waiting room. The boy was sprawled across one of the uncomfortable chairs, head hanging off the edge. Whereas the girl lay completely flat out of the floor. Whilst the slight dribble of drool and odd murmurs came from Stiles, the two seemed to sleep well despite the uncomfortable inconveniences.

Melissa McCall surveyed the teens lovingly as she went about her work, chuckling and shaking her head when Stiles let out theatrical snores. A male nurse exited Lydia's room and sighed at the sight.

"They've been here all night?" He asked Melissa.

"They've been here all weekend." The Hispanic woman corrected.

Stiles was the first to wake up at the sound of rustling near him, batting the huge get well soon balloon out the way as he sat up. He took a minute to stretch and adjust to the light before glancing to the unoccupied chair next to him.

He looked around, confused until he spotted the sleeping girl below him. Her curly brown hair covered half her face and her ever-bubbly smile was faintly present on her lips.

"God, even in your sleep you're smiling," Stiles extended his leg out to jab the brunette in her side. "Lizzie. Lizzie, get up."

Eventually, Lizzie awoke to the poking and prodding of a foot.

"You okay?" She asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Dandy." Stiles stood and held his hand out. "Up please, tiny. I'm hungry."

Lizzie used his hand to pull herself up and the two weaved their way through the hospital until they found a suitable vending machine with the right number of snacks.

Lizzie dug her hands into her jean pockets and searched around for any spare change but only found her lip-gloss and the scrap of paper her and Stiles were using to play tic-tac-toe on earlier.

Stiles spotted the trouble and the unsuccessful dig for money. He fished an extra dollar out of his own pocket.

"I got you." He spoke, making sure to keep quiet as he knew money was a touchy subject.

Lizzie smiled gratefully and murmured a thank you as she took the note that was being handed to her.

Stiles yawned, scouring through the options of snacks before slotting his money through the slit and tapping in the code. The Reeses bar began to fall but got stuck much to Stiles' dismay.

He sighed and banged on the glass in hopes it would help the chocolate fall.

"Maybe if you," Lizzie drifted off, lifting her foot and giving the bottom of the machine a firm kick.

The only thing that happened was the sharp pain that started to grown in Lizzie's toe.

"Oh, come on." Stiles groaned. He bent down a little, wrapped his arms around the body of the machine and tried to do something Lizzie couldn't quite figure out. Then, he charged at it and rocked it back and forth. So much so, it fell face down onto the floor.

Lizzie and Stiles stumbled back just as the glass shattered on to the hospital tiles. The pair stared at the broken vending machine dumbfounded and then at each other with the same expression.

"Hey, at least now you can get your snacks." Lizzie optimised.

"What I-"

Stiles was cut off when the girl crouched down and used one hand to lift the whole ass machine a few inches from the ground. With her other hand, she searched under the heavy object until she came into contact with what she was looking for.

Releasing the machine with a crash, Lizzie stood back up and handed Stiles his Reeses bar.

Stiles stared open-mouthed at her. "I knew you were strong but not that strong."

Lizzie shrugged it off. "Vending machines aren't that heavy."

Before Stiles could implode, a shrill scream echoed through the hospital hallways.

"Lydia?" Stiles called, recognising the high-pitched noise. The pair of teens took off running to Lydia's room, arriving just as the nurses were. The door was briskly opened, Stiles the first to push through the crowd of people and fly to the bathroom.

The bathroom that occupied no Lydia. Just the raining shower head and an open window.

✯☾✯

Scott McCall was waiting for Stiles and Lizzie in the jeep. They both took their respective places in the vehicle which meant Lizzie sat in the back like always. Stiles handed Scott the hospital gown he'd stolen from inside.

"This was the one she was just wearing? Scott asked, inspecting the article of clothing in his hands.

Stiles nodded; evident worry displayed across his features.

Scott noticed it.

"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again." Scott reassured.

Stiles sighed. "All right, just shove the thing in your face, and let's find her."

Scott did just that and Lizzie found it quite the odd spectacle, scrunching her nose up when it happened.

Just as they were about to set off, a tall girl stepped in front of the car.

"Wow!" A startled Stiles cried.

Allison Argent quickly moved around to Scott's open window.

"What are you doing here?" Her boyfriend expressed his concern. "Someone's going to see us."

Recently, the couple had been having to sneak around due to Allison's father's dislike towards Scott and his wolfy ways.

"I don't care. She is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." Allison pushed.

"I can find her before the cops can." Scott softly calmed.

"How about before my father does?"

"Wait," Lizzie leaned forward in the gap between the front seats. "Your dad knows?"

"Yeah," The tall brunette confirmed. "I just saw him, and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party?" Scott tried.

"More like a hunting party."

Scott sighed, obviously not wanting to involve his girlfriend in the mess but he knew they were going to need help. "Get in."

Allison bobbed her head, climbing into the backseat beside Lizzie.

"Well hello, Ali-kins." Lizzie smiled, trying to calm the girl's obvious panic.

"Hey." Allison mumbled, her voice shaky. Lizzie wrapped an arm around her friend, the two of them sharing a comforting hug as the engine of the car roared to life and they began their search.

Worried and frantic questions were thrown around the vehicle, all four of them concerned for Lydia's safety.

✯☾✯

Scott's wonderous werewolf nose led them to the iconic Hale House. Lizzie and Allison approached it hand in hand, Lizzie letting out a terrified squeak every time someone stepped on a leaf, or a twig snapped. The boys followed closely behind.

"She came here? You sure?" Stiles asked Scott. The group stopped by the little clearing in front of the house. Lizzie pulled her jacket tight around her and glanced up at Allison. She couldn't imagine how hard it must be for her, not even a week ago her aunt was murdered at this very place.

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott replied, he was confused himself.

Lizzie wasn't as confused. Everything seemed to be leading back to Derek Hale. The hot-ass alpha that Lizzie definitely did not dream about last night. God, she needed to sort herself out.

Following Stiles' lead, the group cautiously sauntered further.

"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?" Stiles questioned the teens.

"Not with me." Allison shook her head as did Lizzie and Scott.

Allison and Scott whispered in hushed tones whilst Lizzie lifted her free hand to the moon. Conjuring her ball of light had become increasingly easier to do the more she tried. In no time she had her own little torch in her palm, she smiled to herself proudly.

"Whoa, hey look at this."

Scott, Lizzie and Allison spun round to see Stiles squatted by a thin piece of wire attached between a couple of trees.

"You see this? I think it's a trip wire."

Allison joined Stiles, the two of them carefully examining it. As if on instinct, Stiles pulled at the piece of wire, oblivious to what he'd just caused by doing that.

"Stiles." Scott strained.

"Yeah, buddy?" Stiles called back, him and Allison turning to where Scott's voice had come from. Scott, victim to the trip wire, was hanging upside down by his legs.

Stiles and Allison stifled a laugh.

"Next time you see a tripwire," Scott spoke as he swung around in small circles. "Don't trip it."

"Yeah, noted."

Before he could acquire any help, Scott's ears pricked up. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide."

Frantically, Stiles and Allison ran to find a hiding spot within the dark. However, they had only made it a few paces before Stiles stopped.

"What?" Allison questioned, circling back to the motionless boy.

"Where the hell did Lizzie go?" Stiles' eyes widened in panic.

"Oh my god," Allison spun round. "I don't know, I was holding her hand. I swear I only let go for one second."

Stiles bit his tongue; he could hear footsteps approaching. They didn't have time for this.

"W-we have to go. Come on." He frantically ushered Allison deeper into the woods.

Approaching Scott was everyone's favourite hunter, Chris Argent. Not only did he have multiple men following closely behind him, but he was also gripping onto a small brunette girl's arm. He'd found her wandering around near a big oak tree when he and his men had passed.

Chris sighed, his clutch on Lizzie still present. "Scott?"

"Mr Argent." Scott sheepishly greeted.

"How are you doing?" The Argent man kept a straight face, crouching down to Scott's level.

"Good. You know, just hanging out." Scott joked and Lizzie giggled, cracking out her smile once again. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

"What are you doing out here, Scott?" Chris questioned, the cold temperature showing in the icy steam that came out his mouth when he spoke.

"Looking for my friend."

"That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?" Chris taunted. "Part of your clique? Is that the word you'd use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me." Scott fought back, the fact that he was upside down didn't give him any points for intimidation though.

"I hope so."

Chris sounded like a disappointed father.

"Because I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself- One I can handle. Not two."

Lizzie knew what he was referring to. Everyone thought that Lydia was a werewolf, or she wolf or whatever, since she was bitten by one Peter Hale.

"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"

The big word Chris used went straight over Lizzie's head. So, she tuned it out and took to searching the empty space around them with her eyes until she found Stiles and Allison. After a while, she locked eyes with Stiles who was hidden behind a tree.

"How the fuck did you manage to get caught?" He mouthed.

Lizzie only shrugged and mouthed an apology back to him, turning around just as Chris released his grip on her and went to leave.

"Wait," She called after him. "Mr Argent. Just one sec."

Chris stopped, spinning back around.

"Peter Hale said I was a pixie." She started. Chris nodded knowingly.

"You said you would teach me how to use my powers. A-and if you don't mind, I'd quite like to learn a bit about what I am too."

Chris deliberated, tilting his head. "Fine. Stop by next week after school. We'll talk."

Lizzie nodded gratefully and with that, Chris Argent went, leaving the group of friends with only his intimidating aftermath.

✯☾✯

The next morning, a crisp layer of frost settled comfortably over Beacon Hills. It was freezing out, the winter climate playing up to expectations. Today was a bittersweet day for the Brown family. It was Amelia Brown's birthday.

It was hard for the family to decipher how to feel on these days. On the one hand, birthdays were something to be celebrated but for Andy, Bobby, Lizzie and Davis, it was just another reminder that Amelia wasn't there anymore.

Lizzie was out early, cloaked in her warmest jacket and gloves as she made her way through the cemetery. She weaved her way around the gravestones, skirting past one of the diggers that had fallen and was now laying in bits on the floor.

It looked like something serious had happened as by the digger was someone in a cop uniform inspecting it along with others interviewing and setting up yellow tape. Lizzie chose to ignore it and put her head down. Where she needed to be was on the opposite side of the cemetery anyway.

She came to a stop in front of one particular gravestone. Her mothers. She smiled softly at the sight of it. The flowers her and her family had recently placed were still in their pot and the actual stone had no traces of grievances.

Just as she deserved it to be.

Lizzie sat on the damp grass in front of it and hauled her bag off her back. After unzipping it, she began to pull out the contents. She'd brought along a couple of streamers and banners to decorate her gravestone along with some cake.

She knew she'd be doing something with her family later, but she wanted to take a moment where it was just her and her mom.

Like old times.

Lizzie started to decorate, varnishing every corner of Amelia's plot with colour. Amelia Brown was very similar to Lizzie in the sense that they both loved the little things: the tones that sunsets painted, when the pancakes flipped perfectly, when it rained in summer.

Just those random little things that make you look at one and other and go. "I like this feeling."

After her mother's grave was adorned to Lizzie's liking, she pulled out a small Tupperware box from her bag that contained one of the cupcakes her father had made. She should've actually brought two, but she had forgotten one. She had a lot on her mind, too much for a teenage girl to be worrying about.

To solve the inconvenience, she split the cupcake in half, ignoring the icing all over her hands and carefully placed half on the smooth stone before her.

"Happy birthday, mom." Lizzie whispered, smiling as she took a bite from her cake.

There was no doubt that Lizzie missed her mother, but she always did her best not to cry when she thought of her, Amelia wouldn't want that.

However, Lizzie's lack of tears did not close the gaping whole left in her heart. The hardest thing about losing her mother was knowing that there would be so many things she wouldn't be there for. The things she just needed her mom for.

Across the cemetery, the Sherriff was finishing up an interview with Isaac Lahey and his monster of a father. There had been a grave robbery last night and said robber hadn't stolen the usual jewellery or clothes. They'd stolen a liver.

Noah Stilinski glanced up from the open grave. "Her liver, huh? Wow that's- that's something."

Before he turned back round to the two men behind him, something caught his eye. A girl knelt over a grave. Squinting, he recognised her almost immediately.

"Lizzie!" He yelled and then followed it up with a short whistle. Lizzie looked up in surprise and began packing her stuff up when Noah beckoned her over.

"Wait, you know that girl?" Isaac asked as Lizzie made her way towards them. His question earned him a slap on the arm from his father whist the Sheriff's back was turned.

"Yeah, she's best friends with my son. Why?" Noah spoke, not really paying attention.

Isaac glanced between the oncoming girl and his glaring father. "N-no reason."

Lizzie arrived with a smile on her face. "Hey," She craned her neck. "Hey, Isaac and- oh, Mr Lahey."

Noah brought the girl's attention back to him. "What are you doing here, sweetheart? Shouldn't you be heading to school?"

Lizzie chewed on her lip. "I just came to see my mom." She paused, then added. "It's her birthday."

The Stilinski man's features softened, and he ruffled the brunette's hair. He knew how she was feeling as he and Stiles had gone through the same thing as Lizzie had. "Ah. Do you need a lift up to school? I'm heading there anyway; Stiles forgot his lacrosse stick."

"If that's okay with you?" Lizzie checked, adjusting the straps of her backpack and swaying on the balls of her feet.

"Yeah, it's no problem. Oh," He spun round to the others waiting. "I can take Isaac up too if you need."

Mr Lahey frowned. "I really don't think that's necessary-"

He didn't get very far before Noah interrupted him, narrowing his eyes. "No, I insist. You said you had morning practice, Isaac. If we go now, you could probably make it."

Isaac bowed his head gratefully. "Thanks, Sherriff."

Noah instructed the two teens go wait in the car whilst he sorted out a few last things. It was a little awkward at first but Lizzie and Isaac were soon talking like normal.

Like friends.

Well, it wasn't like they'd kissed or anything.

"What are you doing?" Isaac quizzed; his brow creased as Lizzie rooted around in the pocket of the car door.

"I'm looking for- Aha," She pulled out two Twix bars. "Food."

Handing one to Isaac, she unwrapped her own and ate hungrily.

"Will the Sherriff mind?" The boy pondered nervously.

Lizzie shrugged. "I don't think so, Mr Stilinski's cool."

They ate their chocolate in silence until Isaac built up the courage and broke it.

"Can we talk about the-"

But he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the car door opened and the Sherriff climbed into the front seat.

"Alright, seatbelts on, kids."

Lizzie glanced to Isaac as sneakily as she could but unfortunately, he turned at the wrong moment and caught her staring.

Noah watched the bright blushes appear on the teen's cheeks through the rear-view mirror, chuckling to himself.

✯☾✯

Lizzie and Isaac were pretty much together all day and yet after the car ride up, they never once brought up the kiss.

Instead, they just acted like they did before the formal happened. Like they were doing now in chemistry whilst Mr Harris handed out pop quizzes.

Lizzie stared at the wretched piece of paper with a disgusted look on her face.

"I hate him," She hissed. "One day, I'm gonna kill him."

Isaac laughed lightly. "Let me know when 'one day' is because I'd love to help you out there."

Grinning, Lizzie glanced up at the boy next to her. "What about today? Do you think we could take him out now?"

"Well, we could but, we'd both get life sentences." Isaac poked his pencil into the side of Lizzie's cheek which made her squeal quietly and shy away from him.

"Mr Lahey, Miss Brown. Cut the flirting." Mr Harris' voice boomed. That certainly shut the two of them up.

"And Mr Stilinski, this is a pop quiz," The teacher carried on. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?" Stiles wondered out loud.

Mr Harris face only seemed to present one facial expression. Tired.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently apart from Miss Brown whose very presence drives me up the wall."

Lizzie's jaw dropped. "Hey, I'm not that-"

"And that's a detention, Miss Brown." Mr Harris pointed.

"What? I didn't-"

"Would you like a second?"

"No, I would like-"

"That's a second."

"But-"

"I would stop if I were you, Miss Brown."

Lizzie gave up, mumbling to herself whilst Isaac stifled a laugh.

"You too, Mr Stilinski. I'll see you both at three." Mr Harris ordered, leaving Stiles annoyed and Lizzie turning around to smile at him, thankful she wouldn't have to be alone with the evil teacher.

a/n

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sorry for the wait again but thanks for reading and welcome to part two

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