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Lydia stands under the shower head, letting the warm stream of water rinse off her troubles. "Lydia." A male voice whispers to her. She turns off the water in confusion, now hearing faint cheering that had blended in with the running water. She slowly reaches out and hesitantly pulls back the shower curtain. She's dry now, wearing her dress from the formal and standing in the middle of the lacrosse field at night. The stands are filled with people cheering and clapping for her, some hold signs saying WE LOVE YOU LYDIA. The cheers fade and she sees a girl sobbing and fearful in the bleachers. Lydia turns and sees Peter walking towards her. She turns to run but he pulls her down to the ground. He climbs over her as she tries to crawl away and goes to bite her.
Lydia sits up with a gasp in her bed, tears staining her cheeks. She tries to breathe for a moment but it fails when she looks down and hastily shoves her blanket away to find dirt caked in her sheets. She closes her eyes for a moment, a tear falling from her eyes, before she opens them again and looks ahead of her. "Leave me alone."
Peter lays in her bed beside her. "Unfortunately, I can't. At least not yet."
"Are you real?"
He sits up and looks at her. "Interestingly... That question can also be answered, 'not yet'. I promise everything's going to get back to normal, Lydia. All that you have to do..." He raises his hand and lays it on the side of her face with his claws out. "Is every single thing that I ask." He trails his hand down a little, making her gasp when he digs his claws in a bit. "Timing is key here, Lydia." He now leads her down the stairs. "It all needs to happen by the next full moon. Do you know what they call the full moon in March? It's called the Worm Moon." Lydia pauses on a step and starts gasping as she looks down. Worms crawl and writhe over her feet. "They call it that because it's the last full moon of winter, and the worms would literally crawl out of the earth as it thawed." He turns to her and she gasps a bit in fear. He's covered in mud with a couple of worms on his head and shoulders. "Kind of has the feel of a rebirth, doesn't it?"
"But the full moon is on Wednesday." Lydia follows him to the living worm, both clean and worm free. "That's my birthday."
"Exactly." They stand in front of the doors to her patio, a scene of people partying and having fun shown to her. "And Lydia's birthday is always the party of the year, isn't it?" She sees herself serving drinks to everyone. The other Lydia makes sure to keep Y/n near her if not by her side. "Everyone wants to go to Lydia's party. So we're gonna make it a very special party."
"And what if I don't?" Suddenly people are dead and bloody, screams echoing.
"I think it's best that we just make a plan and stick to it. That way no one gets hurt." Everyone is alive and standing, staring at her.
"Why me?"
"Because Lydia Martin is not only beautiful, not only incredibly intelligent. She's immune."
"Immune to what?"
"Oh, that's right. They haven't told you, have they? Your precious Y/n is the only one to even clue you in at least a little bit. Bet you've felt like the last to know for a long time. Doesn't feel good, does it? You deserve to know everything. It's probably best if I just show you."
Peter's gone and Lydia gasps at his sudden departure. She slowly looks to her left at a window where a hulking figure with glowing red eyes stands. She screams and the beast bursts through her window.
...
Y/n sat upright in bed. "Lydia!" She gasped out. When she took a moment to breath she shook her head in confusion. She was having a dream, but she couldn't remember what it was about. All she can remember is hearing Lydia scream. Y/n had a bad feeling about something, something she couldn't quite pinpoint, but it must have something to do with her friend because her stomach twists when she thinks about her. She sighed and laid back down, plagued by her worrysome thoughts.
Later that day Lydia had showed up with several Macy's bags in her car and swooped Y/n to Allison's house to show off what she had bought for her birthday party. Just the mention of it had Y/n's gut turning. Something was going to happen, but she'd be there for it. Lydia sped into Allison's room with the bags in hand, holding them up to the girl. "Clear your schedule." Lydia said chipperly. "This could take a while."
Y/n peaked her head over the strawberry blonde's shoulder. "Might take all night if we're not careful." She joked making Allison smile. She got up from her desk as Lydia placed the bags on her bed, Y/n taking a seat on the other side.
Allison chuckled. "How many outfits do you plan on wearing tonight?"
"It's my birthday party." She held up a short, grey striped dress. "I'm thinking host dress," she set it down, "evening dress, then, mm, after-hours casual." Lydia mused.
"I noticed that you didn't send out any invites."
"Biggest party of the year, Allison. Everyone knows." She continued to lay out the dresses she bought
"I was wondering if maybe this year things, you know, might be different."
"Why would anything be different?"
"Just 'cause things have been off lately. Things and people. Like Jackson."
Y/n raised a brow at the kind-of-subtle mention of the boy. Lydia looked up at Allison. "What do you care anout Jackson?"
Allison gave a smile, brushing it off. "Do you know if he's coming tonight?"
"Everyone's coming." Lydia then picked up another dress, getting back to her chipper state. "This one's American Rag." She held up the tannish dress up to herself. "Mm, I love it. For me, not you. This one's Material Girl." She picked up a pink flowery dress and held it up to Allison. "It's for you." Allison smiled as she took it. "And this one's for you." She held up a dress that had a black top and a green and black checked bottom for Y/n. There was a knock on Allison's wall and the girls looked over. "Ms. Argent. What do you think of this one?" Lydia held up yet another dress for herself.
"Oh, it's lovely." Y/n tensed a bit when she saw the woman, but she didn't seem to recognize her, and so she relaxed just a bit. "Allison, uh, can I grab you for a moment to talk? Just the two of us." Y/n frowned at the feeling she was getting from Victoria. Sorrow.
"Um, can we do it later?"
"Actually, uh, to be honest, sooner would be- would be better." She lightly touched her left shoulder.
"Party's at 10:00." Lydia chimed in.
"Um, will you be around before then?"
"I think so."
"You think so."
"I don't know." Allison sounded a bit annoyed at the questioning.
Lydia continued to hold up stuff for Allison and Victoria just smiled and turned to leave, taking one more look at her daughter. "Allison, maybe you should talk to her." Y/n said. She had the feeling that that talk was very important.
"I can't right now."
"I'm sure you can spare a few minutes."
"I can't." She insisted and Y/n just nodded.
"Okay." She couldn't force Allison to go but she couldn't help but feel that Allison was going to end up regreting it.
Lydia took Y/n back to her house to get ready, insisting that she wanted to help her with her hair and makeup. Y/n didn't object because it was the birthday girl's day, she'll let Lydia do whatever she wanted to her face and hair. When Lydia was done Y/n admired herself in the mirror with Lydia behind her. "I'm a genius." Lydia praised herself making Y/n laugh.
"Both in the educational and fashion sense. Thank you, Lydia."
Lydia shrugged it off. "It's no biggie. It's a special night after all."
"Speaking of special night." Y/n went to her bag and fished out the small box wrapped in metallic pink wrapping paper. She presented the gift to her friend. "This is for you. Happy birthday."
"You didn't have to get me anything." Lydia gently took the offered item.
"I didn't have to but I wanted to. Just open it."
Lydia had a small smile at the gesture as she quickly unwrapped the black box underneath. When she lifted the lid she found pretty gold hooped earings that had pink, glass leaves dangling from them. Lydia gasped a bit at them. "These are so pretty! Thank you." Lydia quickly pulled Y/n into a hug making her chuckle.
"I'm glad you like them."
"I'm putting them on right now." Lydia took of the simple silver hoops she had been wearing in favor of putting on her gift. Lydia beamed at her reflection. Then the door bell went off. "And so it begins." Y/n followed Lydia downstairs, the red-head picking up her silver tray of plastic cups filled with punch she made herself. With Y/n by her side Lydia answered the door and found Stiles there with a smile and a small wrapped gift.
"Happy birthday- heyyy." He trailed off and became a bit distracted when his eyes darted to Y/n and stayed there. The girls smirked at him and Lydia strutted off.
"Don't forget to try the punch!" She called over her shoulder.
"Like what you see?" Y/n asked while putting a hand on her hip in a little pose. Stiles immediatly nodded, eagerly showing his approval of his girlfriend's attire. She chuckled and pulled him in, giving him a kiss before leading him to set down his gift for Lydia.
After a while, Lydia swooping in to steal Y/n again, and a few more guests arriving Scott showed up and he walked around with Stiles. "Have you seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked Scott.
"No. Have you seen Allison?"
"No."
"Where's Y/n? I figured she'd be here by now."
"She is, but Lydia's been glued to her side. We should probably tell her and Allison what we found though."
"I'm still kind of not sure what we found."
"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool."
"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"
"Hated the swim team. Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven't we thought of?"
When they got to the patio Allison walked up to them, giving a small smile in greeting, soon joined by Y/n. "Hey, Scott." Y/n smiled at him and he nodded back.
"Uh, Jackson's not here." Allison informed.
"Yeah, no one's here." Stiles noted.
"Maybe it's just early." Scott offered.
"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job."
"Hey." Y/n lightly hit his arm in warning.
"Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks." Allison said.
"I haven't."
"We don't owe her a party." Scott denied.
"What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison asked.
"Normal?"
"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us." They all looked at Lydia across the way, trying to look as if she's unbothered by the lack of guests.
"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here."
"Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going." Stiles grabbed his phone.
"Who?" Allison wondered.
"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party." Y/n smirked at him. She knew exactly who he was talking about.
When Lydia answered the door at the next ring she found several drag queens. "And you are?" She asked.
"We're here for the party." The drag queen in front answered.
Lydia was quiet for a moment before she gave a welcoming smile. "Well, come on in." She held the door for them as they cheered and a large group of people piled in. Lydia chuckled as a guy passed. "Don't touch anything." She warned.
The party was now very active. Y/n chatted with Allison a bit, Lydia walking by and handing them both a cup. Scott and Stiles were across the pool from them. "Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles asked.
"Why should I apologize?"
"Because you're the guy. It's, like, what we do."
"But I didn't do anything wrong."
"Then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't doen anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong."
"I'm not apologizing."
"Is that the full moon talking, buddy?"
"Probably. Why do you care anyway?"
"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here. The only good thing so far is I'm in love with a badass witch. But, I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. But if on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."
"Don't stab yourself in the face."
"Why not?"
"Because Jackson's here." Scott had looked over at the blonde making Stiles do the same.
Lydia turns and spots Jackson, going over to him and handing him a drink. "Glad you could make it." She gave him a small smile and went back to the punch fountain. She ladled the pink drink into the cups and looked at her guests. She dipped the ladle in again, avoiding the wolfsbane petals strewn about the liquid. Lydia looked up just as Y/n started making her way over.
"Hey, Lyds, you need any-"
"Nope. All done." She scooped up her tray and moved Y/n away from the table so she wouldn't see the purple garnish of the punch.
People are starting to act tipsy, kissing and dancing everywhere. Lydia has changed into her second dress of the night. She hands a drink to Matt when he shows up and walks away to give another to Y/n. Matt went to take a sip when he spotted Allison, tossing it instead when she walked away from him.
Scott looked down at his hand, flexing it a bit when Lydia put a drink in his hand. "Uh, I can't drink tonight." He said looking up at her and Y/n by her side.
"All right, what is with the two of you?" She asked.
"Oh, no, Stiles is drinking."
"She doesn't mean Stiles. She means you and Allison." Lydia nodded to Y/n's words and Scott glanced at the brunette across the pool.
"I don't care why you have to keep your little love affair so secret, but right here and right now seems like the perfect time just... To have a good time."
"You know something?" Scott stood up. "You're right." Lydia chuckles and watches as he takes a sip of the punch.
"See? Isn't it good?"
"Actually, yeah. Really good." Y/n hums in ageement and takes a sip while Scott polishes his off. Lydia leads Y/n away again and Scott looks for Allison but she's not where she was a moment before. She had gone with Matt and let him have two minutes to explain his creepy "candids" of her. When he continued to brush off the creepiness and became upset when she mentioned it was practially stalking (not to mention she saw a suspicsious figure behind him) she went to leave. He grabbed her arm to stop her and her Hunter reflexes kicked in, knocking him on his ass. She followed the figure dressed in black into the hall. She lost them for a moment but then saw them slipping through the crowd in her direction and she noticed a crossbow in their hand.
"No. No, not here. Scott." She called out for the wolf. "Scott!" She figure raised the crossbow and let loose an arrow that buried itself in her stomach. Allison doubled over with gasps as she held herself around the arrow, blood staining her hands. She looked up and the figure stepped into the light revealing... Herself.
The other Allison looked at her mockingly. "Look at you. Yelling for help. Always yelling for help. It's pathetic, Allison. You- you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this." She raised the bow to Allison's head and pulled the trigger.
The world trembles.
The other Allison was gone.
The arrow was gone.
Allison was fine.
Scott and Stiles walk through the party outside a bit as people become even more erratic. "You feeling okay?" Stiles asks because Scott seems to be having trouble with something.
"It's not the moon. It's different." Scott walked off and another voice caught Stiles' attention.
"Why am I wearing black? What are you, an idiot? I just came from a funeral. You know, people wear black at funerals." The angry voice of Noah Stilinski is heard and Stiles goes over to see his father indeed dressed in black, a bottle of booze in his hand and yelling at a guy.
"Dude, chill. It was just-"
Noah shoves the guy away. "Get out of my face." And then he sees Stiles and raises the bottle to him. "It's you. It's all you. You know, every day I saw her lying in that hospital bed slowly dying... I thought, 'how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life'? It's all you. It's you, Stiles." He says his name mockingly then points at him. "You killed your mother. You hear me? You killed her. And now you're killing me." He throws the bottle at Stiles and he flinches back.
The world trembles.
His father is gone.
The bottle is gone.
Stiles hastily wipes his tears.
Y/n walks through the house a bit, smiling at people as they pass. She's become like a second Hostess to the party since Lydia has kept her by her side the whole time. She paused in the living room, looking around for Stiles or Lydia, when she suddenly stopped and her eyes widened at the person in front of her. M/n stood looking at Y/n with a cold expression, the lightness and love in her eyes gone. "I'm dissapointed in you. You have all this ability yet you do nothing with it. Your friends get hurt because you're not powerful enough." Y/n's breath was knocked out of her. She couldn't do anything but take in shaky breaths as her eyes cloud with tears. M/n's voice raises. "I died because you didn't do anything to stop it! What kind of a witch are you? A weak one! They're all going to die because you. Are. Weak!"
The world trembles.
M/n is gone.
Y/n falls to her knees in shock.
Peter kneels next to her and she barely registers the hand he laid on her shoulder. "You are more powerful than you think. And I have a way to prove it. Prove it to yourself and every one else that you are a powerful witch."
Y/n slowly looked up at him. "How?" He smiled.
Lydia kneeled next to her, a comforting hand on her back as Y/n wiped her tears. "Are you ready?" Y/n looked at her in determination and nodded.
People are insanely drunk now, stumbling and bumbling like laughing idiots. Scott stumbles his way up the stairs and pauses half way up to take a breather as the world seems to thrum. He looks up the stairs and finds Jackson on top of Allison on the window seat, heavily making out together. He starts to get upset when Jackson kisses her chest. Scott squeezes his eyes shut a moment and when he looks back up Jackson is now the kanima. Scott's eyes shift and his fangs come out with a growl as the two kiss more. They then turn their heads to look at him.
The world trembles.
He struggles to gain control.
They're gone.
He pants in confusion. "Lydia. Y/n."
Jackson finishes off his drink and looks down at the cup. He blinks and looks around as he seems to wake up from a trance. The cup drops to the floor. "His name is Jackson. We're looking for Jackson Whittemore." A woman's voice floats over the party din followed by a man's.
"Has anyone seen Jackson? We're his parents."
Jackson looks to see Lydia turn to face an older couple, their backs are turned to him. "Mr. Whittemore?"
"No, we're his real parents."
"No, no." Jackson shakes his head.
"Could someone tell him we're here?" The woman asks.
"Tell him we're his real parents." They turn then to face him, but their faces are blurred and undefined. Suddenly Jackson's face is like theirs. Blurred, undefined. No identity.
The world trembles.
The couple are gone.
Jackson's face is back to normal.
"You guys seen Lydia? You know where Lydia is? Or Y/n? Have you seen Lydia? Lydia and Y/n?" Scott asks around the party but everyone is too busy sucking faces that they don't acknowledge him. "Where's Lydia and Y/n?" The girls he's looking for are walking down the street together away from the party. Scott finds Stiles sitting against a pillar next to the hot tub, dazed and drunk. He holds an open bottle of water as he tries to stir the boy. "Stiles, look at me. Drink the water. Stiles, drink it. Something's happening, and I need you to sober up right now. Come on, Stiles."
A girl comes up on the other side of them. "What do you think you're doing?" She asks. "You want to sober him up fast, that's not the way to do it."
"You can do beter?"
"I can do best, boy." She grabs Stiles and dunks his head in the hot tub for a second before setting him up again. "Whoo." Stiles gasps and stammers as he's suddenly no longer drunk. "How do you feel?"
"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles responds.
"He's sober." (God, this scene is one of my absolute favorites, I fucking love that girl XD)
Derek steps off of the old train having just dealt with Erica and Boyd going crazy on their first full moon. Isaac didn't really have much trouble because he had found an anchor. Derek looked over at movement and found Lydia and Y/n there. He looked at them in confusion. Lydia lifted up her hand and opened it to reveal purple powder. She blew the crushed wolfsbane into his face and he fell to the ground unconscious.
Scott and Stiles seperately comb through the drunk and crazy guests looking for Lydia and/or Y/n, meeting up after a bit. "Hey, I can't find them." Stiles informed. "And, dude, anyone who drank that crap, they're freaking out." Someone jumps into the pool causing a couple others to as well.
"I can see that." Scott says.
"What are we gonna do?"
"I don't know, but we gotta-"
"I can't swim!" Someone suddenly yells over the cacophony of partygoers. "No, no, no, no, stop, guys! I can't swim! I can't swim!" Two guys toss the yelling teen into the pool despite his protests. He flails around and tries to stay afloat as he cries out. Jackson reaches in and helps haul the guy onto the side of the pool where he coughs up water. He stands up to reveal a sopping wet Matt. He looks around at the people gawking at him. "What are you looking at?" He growls out. He sees Scott and Stiles, walking past them with an especially hard look at Scott. Siren's wail and the crowd scatters from the police presence. Scott goes out onto the street and spots Matt across the road glaring at him. His eyes go wide when the kanima crouches next to Matt with it's tail wrapped protectively around his legs. Matt and the kanima disappear when a group obstructs Scott's view of them.
Y/n's eyes glow as she and Lydia walk into the Hale house, Y/n carrying Derek with her magic. He stirs a bit at the movement. "Lydia." He dazedly looks around. The floor boards have been pulled up where Peter was buried. "Y/n." She sets him next to the hole where his arm can dangle in. "Guys, stop." Lydia kneels down and positions Derek's arm to where it's in Peter's grip. "You don't know what you're doing." Y/n's eye's flash as she binds them together, making sure Derek can't move even if he was strong enough to with a band of energy around their arms. Y/n stands at the top of the hole and holds her hand palm up as Lydia goes over to the mirrors she had set up. Y/n creates a slash in her hand, closing her fist and turning it to drip blood onto Peter and Derek as Lydia turns the mirror, making a beam travel between the glass and point down into the hole.
Y/n mutters a few words in Latin, words that compel Peter's spirit from the other world and bind it back to his body using the power of the moon, the life in the blood, and the will of the witch. Peter's claws dig into Derek's arm drawing blood. Peter's eyes open and Derek groans in pain. Peter twitches as he's reanimated and Derek gasps, his eyes wide and glowing red until they fade. Lydia looks scared and Y/n pulls her behind herself as Peter bursts from the floor and stands, completely healed and covered in dirt.
"I heard there was a party. Don't worry. I invited myself." He smirks.
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Published: 3/3/21
Edited: 4/12/22
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