I have tried to write a story since Monday night. Now, it's a week later and I still keep drawing blanks. I want those two to be redeemed. So badly. I rewrote this probably seven times... as you can tell the episode bummed me out... this is a two-shot... maybe three.. and I will write another once tonight's episode comes on... I just needed this to make me feel better :)

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lydia demanded.

Her whole body shook with her rapid confusion, her gorgeous hair tossed in the wind. She looked so timid, so alone. I wanted to grab her hand and run away. Lydia stared at us all expectantly. I exhaled a sigh of relief for the sole fact that Lydia wasn't the Kanima. She wouldn't be in danger any longer. However, then the unsettling feelings started to erupt in the pit of my stomach. If it wasn't Lydia, then it had to be- "It's Jackson." Scott whispered astonished. He took the words right out of my mouth, honestly. I wasn't expecting it to be him. Wait, I thought it couldn't be him. I turned to glare at Derek who oh so conveniently disappeared along with Boyd, Tweedledum and Tweedledum-er. I sighed before walking back into the house. Scott, Allison and a reluctant and now moody Lydia followed.

I took a seat on Scott's couch while pinching the bridge of my nose. What the hell were we going to do?

Scott had the same look. But his had a deeper meaning. Oh no. No, no, no. It was a look of worry mixed with determination. He was actually thinking of helping the bastard. I groaned, Allison took the seat next to me, giving her very pronounced look of reason.

"Again, what the hell happened? Was that Derek Hale outside? And- wait- where's Jackson?"

Her voice lost it's edge with the mention of our latest friend (ass hat) turned lizard. Something inside me ran cold, and I couldn't shake the feeling. When her question went unanswered, Lydia made her way up the steps and proceeded to call Jackson's name repeatedly throughout the McCall house.

"What the hell are we going to do?" I voiced my inner panic.

"We tell her." Came Allison's strong response.

"Are you crazy?" Scott asked, "We can't tell her. It's Lydia."

"Stiles! What do you think?" Scott demanded.

I looked from my friends then to the hardwood floor. Lydia's voice still floated around upstairs. My heart wrenched, the sound of worry too evident. Jackson didn't deserve it, not for all he put her through.

I cleared my throat before looking up into my best friend's face.

"I'm with Allison, Scott." I sighed, defeated. "It's not safe for her being so clueless."

Scott's jaw clenched. Allison went to find Lydia. I got up to pace the living room.

"Stiles-" Scott called, and I reluctantly turned to him. I know he was disappointed that I sided with Allison but she was right, things would be easier- well no, definitely not easier, but a little more bearable. I wouldn't be lying to at least one other person I cared about. She'd understand now, I could tell her that I was the one that was there with her on the lacrosse field, I could tell her that she wasn't alone. She would be able to trust me and maybe even... But Scott's face had a look of regret and disgust. It was clear to me that this wasn't about Allison, or being overruled.

"I need to tell you something." He mumbled to the ground.

It was an hour later. Mrs. McCall would be getting home from work soon. Scott and Allison had went to clean up the mess that Erica and Issac made. Leaving me alone with Lydia. She was hugging a pillow from the couch, folding into herself with a distant look. I sighed while sitting down at the opposite end. She noticed my presence and looked at me expectantly.

"You can sit closer. I'm not gonna vomit from shock. I can handle this." Came her begrudged answer.

My face twisted, my eyes narrowing at my hands. "Yeah, I'm good." I shook my head, looking away.

I was fidgeting, and sensing her eyes still on me didn't help the situation. I could get through this. I could drive Allison and Lydia home without a problem, I could lie to my dad with any story the lovebirds were cooking up in their heads. Nothing would break this sense of calm. Nothing.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were the one who was just told all about the supernatural on goings of Beacon Hills." She gave me a look of intrigue. Her eyes turning to slits to gauge every detail.

I snorted, my laugh sounding more like a scoff. Couldn't she just leave me alone? God. Whenever I want her to talk to me she can't move farther away, but now? Now she wants to make conversation?

I shook my head but remained calm. I stared at the dormant TV set in the corner. I could see our reflections in the dark empty screen. I took a deep breath and tapped my foot harder. Her next question really got me though. I mean, of course Lydia Martin would be the one to completely shatter any hope, any happiness, and contentment I had to my name. I wasn't supposed to be happy. Plain and simple.

"Are we going to go look for Jackson soon?" She whispered.

Her eyes now on the black screen, her eyes everywhere. They were suffocating me.

Bitch. Came my shaky thought.

That was really it. I wasn't about to sit here and act like my sky wasn't falling anymore. I wasn't going to swallow my pity and pride and make up another excuse for her. I couldn't. Her perfect green eyes widened in surprise as I jumped to my feet. Her perfect lips pursed and her head tilted to the side.

"What is it, Stiles?" She questioned with a hint of concern. Oh, no. I made her feel something.

"So are you two getting back together?" I asked crudely.
It took her a moment to understand the question, understand the situation.

"That's not fair Stiles." She whispered.

"Oh I'm sorry Lydia, what part of any of this is fair?" I demanded.

My head was reeling, my heart in my throat constricting air to process correctly.

"God. You-you, Lydia are the most selfish person I know."

"What's wrong with knowing what you want?" She questioned.

We were fighting like a married couple, but I wasn't even sure I wanted to be her friend anymore, let alone spend forever with the strawberry blonde I've wasted my entire life on.

"Nothing. But you don't know what you want. You don't have a damn clue Lydia, okay?"

I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn't be tempted to start sobbing.

"You say you want someone who respects and cares about you. But you don't. You want Jackson."

There couldn't have been more venom in his name if I tried.

"You want Jackson Whittmore, captain of the Lacrosse team, grade A douche." I paused.

"He will never, ever love you like I do. Like I want to Lydia, but you can't see that. God. It really would kill you wouldn't it, to even consider dating someone like me?"

"Jackson and I are more complicated than that." Lydia attempted to reason.

"Jackson is a monster!" I cried. "But, then again, so are you."

I done it. I really, really done it. The look on her perfect face couldn't have been more hurt. But for the first time, I didn't even care. She kissed Jackson. She kissed him upstairs in Scott's room while I was fighting a freaking werewolf to save her life. I was putting my ass on the line just so she could make out with a high maintenance pretty boy who turns into a reptile at night and drops cars on people. Scott and Allison ran into the room a moment before my rant was done. Scott looked shocked and Allison pouted with concern for one of us. Or hey, maybe both of us.

At least one girl I know has a heart.

I let my breath finally catch, my heart rate was pushing normal and over all, I didn't feel any better.

I licked my lips while scratching the back of my neck. I looked from the couple to my right, and then to Lydia, who was practically looking right through me. The truth hurts, doesn't it?

"I- I gotta-" I looked at Scott helplessly. And for once, he completely understood. I nodded, gave Lydia one last look, and with that, I slammed the door.