there are seven lessons Stiles taught Lydia, and she never even had the chance to thank him. (or: Lydia goes to Stiles' funeral and reflects on their time together.)
But she doesn't look, doesn't see, doesn't understand. She just cries to herself, a banshee without a voice, a girl without her heart. The murmuring in her head grows louder... (or: Stiles meets with Lydia in a cafe to say goodbye, and she tries one last time to save him.)
She would not love him until death parted them – she would love him beyond that, beyond hope and reason and logic. She would love him until the world stopped spinning and the stars winked out of existence and the oceans faded away to nothingness.
"Thank god," Stiles says weakly, his eyes closing again, and Scott knows they're not going to open this time, "I thought… I thought maybe it was… maybe it was me after all."
And even if you were, it wouldn't make a difference. You know better than anyone that you can't outrun your demons.
And Spencer was becoming someone she didn't even recognize, everything she had always sworn she would never be. [A Spencer-centric, addiction-themed three-shot.]
This constant struggle, trying to stay one step ahead of the being that possessed him, was wearing him down. [dark!stiles.]
A rainy night; a phone call; a confession. And suddenly Hanna's standing on the bridge and everything is falling apart. [S4 Haleb.]
"Because," she says, holding up the list and pointing to the jumble of letters, "I want a whole lifetime to mock you for this."
But there's one thing that time and distance will never change: when Scott calls, they come running.
At first you do it because you have to, but slowly it actually starts to matter again.
It starts with a scream... the kind of scream that means someone's going to die. [or: the pack loses one of their own, and things get worse from there.]
And nobody notices the banshee and the werecoyote, holding hands up the back of the stands. [or: the three times Lydia and Malia kiss.]
She may not be psychic, but somehow she'd seen this coming. [or: Stiles and Lydia haven't spoken in a week and Kira takes it upon herself to fix it.]
After Allison's death, Lydia's banshee powers wreak havoc with her mind and she begins to drift away from the pack. When she senses a new danger in Beacon Hills, can she discern fantasy from reality and find out the truth? And if she does, can she trust her pack to stand beside her, or is this one villain she'll be facing alone?
A trip to the museum ends in disaster when, one by one, the girls fall into A's trap. But with a bit of quick thinking and a lot of luck, they might be able to make it out alive - well, some of them, anyway. [NOW COMPLETE.]
"If you stop trying to hurt me," he says quietly, "maybe I can save you." / "Keep fighting... that will only make it hurt more." [COMPLETE.]
She's an ice queen in a lonely palace, and he's the one who's going to melt her reservations.
"… she's going to love him forever. They're going to spend their lives together. I may never have that with her, but at least she'll know I was willing to die for her."
Be the spark, he tells himself, be the spark, and suddenly his whole world is up in flames.