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[#125] Say the Word and I'm Already There (Teen Wolf)
Theme Prompt: #125 – Come in from the Cold
Title: Say the Word and I’m Already There
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 832
Summary: Lydia finds a surprise werewolf on her doorstep.
There’s a snow-covered lump on her porch.
Lydia doesn’t know who called him—it sure as hell wasn’t here. She had retreated to a cabin in the woods, far from the real world where death has become a little too prevalent. She has a month for her winter break before she needs to return to MIT and, mostly; she had wanted to be alone.
And yet, there’s a lump on her porch. She can hazard a guess who the lump is, and is unsure of how he got there. Part of her doesn’t want to answer the door—she’s fairly certain that werewolves won’t freeze to death—but she also can’t in good conscience leave her pack mate out there to turn into a popsicle.
She opens the door and sighs. “What are you doing here, Scott?”
The lump turns, and Scott flashes her an amiable smile. “I came to see you.”
“But you’re not actually leaving the porch?” She tips her head to the side. “Not even going to knock on the door.”
He makes a face. “I wasn’t sure you actually wanted to see anyone.”
She doesn’t. But since he’s already here, she steps back, holding the door open so that he can come inside. He stands, shaking out some of the falling snow before making his way inside. As she shuts the door behind him, Lydia takes a breath before saying the inevitable: “I’m fine.”
“Sure.” Scott replies, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the coat hook. “You’re always fine.”
“So, why are you here?”
“Because while they caught the killer, they weren’t sure if he had any partners. And I didn’t think you being alone in a cabin in the woods was a good idea. And neither did Derek.”
“So are you saying that there’s also probably at least one Hale lurking where I can’t see them?”
Scott shrugs. “At least I let you know I’m here instead of creeping on you like some kind of weirdo.”
Lydia laughs before shaking her head. “I have coffee or tea.”
“Tea, please.” The boots come next, and he moves towards the fireplace where she’s got a modest fire going. He plops down in front of the hearth and warms his hands. Lydia goes to start the teapot, before turning to face him.
“You should probably get out of those wet clothes, but I doubt anything of mine will fit you.” She tips her head to the side. “But I have a dryer and a bathrobe, so…”
“I can make due.”
“Okay. One bathrobe coming up.”
A half hour later, Scott bundles up on the couch, cradling the cup of tea in hand, and Lydia is across from him in an armchair as he watches her. She watches him back, stirring her own tea idly before she finally has to ask:
“What?”
“Are you really fine?”
“Those bodies weren’t my first dead bodies.”
“No. You’ve seen probably way more dead bodies than anyone would ever want to see.”
Being a banshee has his downsides, and it’s nice to see her friends acknowledging it for once, rather than trying to use her as a dowsing rod for the next great tragedy. Scott gives her one of those meaningful Scott McCall looks where he sees into her soul and knows that she has feelings.
How dare he.
“That doesn’t mean you have to be okay, though.”
“Doesn’t it?” Lydia replies, setting the tea down on the nearby table to avoid looking him in the eye. “Banshees deal in death, and given how often things in Beacon Hills could end in a massacre, you would think I would be used to it by now.”
“Someone still died. In this case, many people died. It doesn’t make you weak to acknowledge that you feel that.” Scott runs his fingers around the edge of the teacup. “You know, on the way here I was thinking about why banshees are a thing. Deaton always talked about how nature was always all about balance, and I was never sure what the purpose was for someone who screamed for the dead—what they were balancing out. But I think in some ways it’s… acknowledgement.”
Lydia frowns. “How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Parrish taking the chimeras was about keeping the supernatural’s secrets. But banshees and hellhounds are connected. So while Parrish was hiding things to protect us, maybe you’re here to remind us that those people were real people. And they deserve to be remembered and mourned.”
Lydia smiles softly, before getting up and sliding onto the couch next to him. “You can be surprisingly intuitive, Scott.”
He grins back at her before leaning to rest his shoulder against hers. “Guess I’m not as stupid as I look.”
“Guess not.” Lydia shifts to rest her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. “And I am really glad you came.”
Sometimes it’s just nice to have a friend around, even if you think you want to be alone.
Title: Say the Word and I’m Already There
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 832
Summary: Lydia finds a surprise werewolf on her doorstep.
There’s a snow-covered lump on her porch.
Lydia doesn’t know who called him—it sure as hell wasn’t here. She had retreated to a cabin in the woods, far from the real world where death has become a little too prevalent. She has a month for her winter break before she needs to return to MIT and, mostly; she had wanted to be alone.
And yet, there’s a lump on her porch. She can hazard a guess who the lump is, and is unsure of how he got there. Part of her doesn’t want to answer the door—she’s fairly certain that werewolves won’t freeze to death—but she also can’t in good conscience leave her pack mate out there to turn into a popsicle.
She opens the door and sighs. “What are you doing here, Scott?”
The lump turns, and Scott flashes her an amiable smile. “I came to see you.”
“But you’re not actually leaving the porch?” She tips her head to the side. “Not even going to knock on the door.”
He makes a face. “I wasn’t sure you actually wanted to see anyone.”
She doesn’t. But since he’s already here, she steps back, holding the door open so that he can come inside. He stands, shaking out some of the falling snow before making his way inside. As she shuts the door behind him, Lydia takes a breath before saying the inevitable: “I’m fine.”
“Sure.” Scott replies, shedding his jacket and hanging it on the coat hook. “You’re always fine.”
“So, why are you here?”
“Because while they caught the killer, they weren’t sure if he had any partners. And I didn’t think you being alone in a cabin in the woods was a good idea. And neither did Derek.”
“So are you saying that there’s also probably at least one Hale lurking where I can’t see them?”
Scott shrugs. “At least I let you know I’m here instead of creeping on you like some kind of weirdo.”
Lydia laughs before shaking her head. “I have coffee or tea.”
“Tea, please.” The boots come next, and he moves towards the fireplace where she’s got a modest fire going. He plops down in front of the hearth and warms his hands. Lydia goes to start the teapot, before turning to face him.
“You should probably get out of those wet clothes, but I doubt anything of mine will fit you.” She tips her head to the side. “But I have a dryer and a bathrobe, so…”
“I can make due.”
“Okay. One bathrobe coming up.”
A half hour later, Scott bundles up on the couch, cradling the cup of tea in hand, and Lydia is across from him in an armchair as he watches her. She watches him back, stirring her own tea idly before she finally has to ask:
“What?”
“Are you really fine?”
“Those bodies weren’t my first dead bodies.”
“No. You’ve seen probably way more dead bodies than anyone would ever want to see.”
Being a banshee has his downsides, and it’s nice to see her friends acknowledging it for once, rather than trying to use her as a dowsing rod for the next great tragedy. Scott gives her one of those meaningful Scott McCall looks where he sees into her soul and knows that she has feelings.
How dare he.
“That doesn’t mean you have to be okay, though.”
“Doesn’t it?” Lydia replies, setting the tea down on the nearby table to avoid looking him in the eye. “Banshees deal in death, and given how often things in Beacon Hills could end in a massacre, you would think I would be used to it by now.”
“Someone still died. In this case, many people died. It doesn’t make you weak to acknowledge that you feel that.” Scott runs his fingers around the edge of the teacup. “You know, on the way here I was thinking about why banshees are a thing. Deaton always talked about how nature was always all about balance, and I was never sure what the purpose was for someone who screamed for the dead—what they were balancing out. But I think in some ways it’s… acknowledgement.”
Lydia frowns. “How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Parrish taking the chimeras was about keeping the supernatural’s secrets. But banshees and hellhounds are connected. So while Parrish was hiding things to protect us, maybe you’re here to remind us that those people were real people. And they deserve to be remembered and mourned.”
Lydia smiles softly, before getting up and sliding onto the couch next to him. “You can be surprisingly intuitive, Scott.”
He grins back at her before leaning to rest his shoulder against hers. “Guess I’m not as stupid as I look.”
“Guess not.” Lydia shifts to rest her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes. “And I am really glad you came.”
Sometimes it’s just nice to have a friend around, even if you think you want to be alone.