A/N: Hey readers! I think this chapter is one of the best chapters that I've written, not to brag or anything. This chapter was originally going to be based on Stiles but it didn't turn out the way I wanted so it's now more about Lydia finding out about the world of the supernatural. There is some great Stiles/Lydia moments in here. Here's the results of the new poll I put up:

Girl: 2 Boy: 0

Enjoy!


Chapter 6: Telling Lydia

Three more months past and Allison's pregnancy progressed and no one questioned it not even Kate and Chris when she went to visit them at the Argent house. Stiles was the most supportive while Lydia was only supportive when she wanted to be.

"Lydia, you're not doing anything!" Stiles hissed one day in the cafeteria during the lunch break.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lydia asked as if she didn't really care.

"It's been 6 months! You have hardly done anything! I mean, why did Allison and Scott name you as godmother when you hardly care a stuff?" As the final words were uttered, Scott and Allison sat down at the table.

"What are you two arguing about this time?" Scott asked.

"I've been doing all of Lydia's work as a godparent as well as my own," Stiles boasted. Allison and Scott looked at him before looking at each other sympathetically.

"Lydia, Stiles has a point," Scott said at last. Allison's eyes flicked between her boyfriend and her best friend. Lydia pursed her lips before Scott spoke again. "You have to take this seriously. You can't be godmother if you don't care,"

"You're right McCall, I don't care," with that Lydia got up and stormed over to Jackson and started pashing him passionately.

The remaining trio's eyes flickered from the scene that was Lydia and Jackson back to the tabletop for several silent moments before Stiles decided to speak up. "Now what? Is she still godmother or what?"

"Yes, we just have to work to get Lydia to take her role more seriously," Scott said dazed. Allison and Stiles knew only too well that he was thinking of a plan.

"What are you thinking?" Allison asked. Stiles turned his eyes to Scott wanting to know the same thing.

"We corner her and get her to come crawling back to us," Scott said simply.

Stiles and Allison exchanged worried expressions.

"Scott, Lydia doesn't like being cornered. Remember when the Alpha was on the loose and it almost killed up and we broke up? Well, Lydia might have been the one to come up some sort of plan but on the inside she was truly scared," Allison was quick to get what she was saying over with.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Scott asked crossing his arms on the table and turning his eyes on Allison.

Allison turned her eyes from Scott to Stiles with a mischievous look on her face. Stiles felt his face fall with realisation. "Oh, oh no, no, no. Please no!" Allison smiled widely and nodded.

Scott looked at Allison not knowing what she was thinking. All he could make out was the look on Stiles' face that told him that he was a major part of whatever plan Allison had cooked up. He only hoped that Allison's part wasn't big. He didn't want anything to happen to her or the baby.


Allison and Stiles stood outside their next class: History. Scott had gone to Lacrosse practice. "Here comes Lydia," Allison whispered. Lydia stopped in front of the pair before trying enter the classroom. Allison grabbed her arm and pulled her to the closest janitor's closet and Stiles locked the door so that she couldn't escape.

"WHAT? Have you lost your mind? Has pregnancy gone to your head?" Lydia grabbed the doorhandle and shook it to no avail.

"Why are you being so selfish?" Allison hissed at her best friend.

"What?"Lydia asked in disbelief.

"You heard her," Stiles said starting to get annoyed.

"I've just been... busy," Lydia said twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

"Are you serious? Do you honestly think we'd fall for that?" Allison asked with a scoff.

"No, you've got book boy here to answer that for you," Lydia spat.

"You're meant to be the godmother to Allison and Scott's child why are you being a full on bitch all of a sudden?" Stiles demanded.

"I don't like kids. Simple," Lydia said quickly.

"Sure you do. I've seen you with the preschoolers," Allison said her arms now crossed.

"Ok, I may like kids but there's no way you could tell that I will love your child can you?" Lydia eyed her best friend with temporary malice.

Stiles and Allison looked at each other allowing smiles to come across their faces. "We've seen you plan a baby shower and a naming ceremony. We're not blind," Stiles said before Allison could even speak up.

Lydia's face flickered with several emotions before settling. "You got me! Yes, I love kids! Yes, I was did all those things and lot more you don't know about but I wasn't doing this for you and Scott, Ally. I doing it for the baby," Lydia sounded confident in her statement. Allison and Stiles gave each other awkward looks before turning back to see that Lydia's expression hadn't changed. "You sure you still want me to be godmother?" Lydia asked.

"Of course! We wouldn't have it any other way," Allison said a smile.

"Thanks," Lydia said hesitantly returning the smile.

"We should get to class," Stiles said reaching to the lock and clicking it over so that the door unlocked. Allison pushed the door open and the trio exited the closet and hurried back to the classroom were luckily the teacher had just arrived.

"Is everything alright Miss Argent?" the teacher asked the expectant teen as she entered the room trailed by her friends.

"Everything's fine," Allison said gladly.

Good now please sit down," Allison and her two friends took their seats. Suddenly Allison felt movement.

"Stiles, Lydia," she whispered.

"What?" the other whispered back.

"I just felt the baby move," Stiles and Lydia turned over in their seats.

"Is everything alright back there?" asked the teacher.

"Everything's—everything's fine," Allison stammered.

"Well alright but try to stay focused," the teacher turned back to the blackboard and continued with her lesson.

"You really felt it move?" Stiles whispered.

"Yeah," Allison replied placing a hand on her stomach.

"Scott will be mentally slapping himself having missed this," Stiles whispered keeping his voice low. Lydia and Allison nodded before turning back to their work.


Scott stood waiting outside the history room waiting for Allison, Stiles and Lydia.

"Hey!" Stiles said as he emerged from the room with Allison and a rather unhappy Lydia in tow.

"What's wrong with her?" Scott asked nodding at the sour looking Lydia.

"Oh let's just say you missed our baby's first kick," Allison said slyly trying to make Scott feel a little guilty.

"You're serious, right?" Scott said in awe.

Pursing her lips, Allison nodded.

"God I hate my classes now," Scott said in disappointment.

Stiles, Allison and Lydia exchanged glances that told Scott that this was a big moment that he had missed out. Going over to place a hand on his girlfriend's bulged stomach, Scott could feel (through his werewolf senses) his child's every move.

"What did you do?" Lydia asked.

"Scott," Allison raised her eyebrows and Scott knew that he had to tell Lydia the truth. Nodding, Scott grabbed Lydia's arm and pulled her to the same janitor's closet that Allison and Stiles had dragged her to earlier.

"God Scott, what is with you and Allison and Stinkweed locking me in a janitor's closet?"

"Just get in," Scott held the door open and the others piled in feeling rather cramped.

"What is you need to tell me?" Lydia asked rather in a rather snobby way.

"Okay, just don't freak out," Scott said slowly.

"I won't just get it over with,"

"I'm a werewolf," Scott said. Allison and Stiles bit their lower lips expecting Lydia to scream. When she didn't they looked up to see that Lydia was staring at Scott like he was completely mad.

"Yeah right. There's no such thing as werewolves. What's next? Dracula's real?" Lydia scoffed with her arms crossed. "There is no such thing as werewolves, right?" Lydia asked uneasily.

"Come to my house tonight. I'll show you," with that, Scott reopened the door and walked out with Stiles and Allison following behind. Lydia rolled her eyes and followed close behind.

It was going to be an interesting night.


Allison, Stiles and Lydia stood in the front yard of the old Hale house with Derek standing close by.

"When you're ready Scott," Stiles called.

With a swift nod of his head, Scott phased. Derek watched on unfazed by his fellow beta's transformation. It had always amazed Stiles and Allison.

"Whoa," Lydia said in amazement. Derek stepped out and phased as well amazing Lydia even more. "So let me get this straight: you're both werewolves?" she asked.

"Yep," Stiles said.

"I wasn't talking to you Stinkweed," Lydia snapped. Stiles held up his hands in surrender. "Anyway, can you both speak as werewolves?"

"Yes Lydia," Scott answered causing Lydia to almost jump out of her skin.

"Spooky. So does anyone else know about this?" she asked.

"Yep unfortunately," Derek said.

"Who?"

"My father and Aunt Kate, Jackson and Peter Hale, Derek's uncle," Allison told her.

"Whoa wait. Jackson knows about this?" Lydia asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, after what happened at the school when the Alpha killed the Janitor he somehow worked out what I was," Scott explained. He had now phased back to his human form.

"So what is an Alpha?" Lydia asked curiously.

"The head werewolf; the one in charge of the pack," Derek told her.

"So, are you two...?"

"No," Derek interrupted. "We're not in the Alpha's pack. If we were, you'd be dead by now,"

"Oh,"

"Lydia, you can't tell anyone not even Stiles' dad or Scott's mom," Allison told her friend.

"Honey, your secret is safe with me," Lydia said with a smile.


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