Well, if you told me you were drowning,
I would not lend a hand.
I've seen your face before my friend,
But I don't know if you know who I am.
Well, I was there and I saw what you did,
I saw it with my own two eyes,
So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been,
It's all been a pack of lies

In The Air Tonight, Phil Collins
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She is as dramatic as Stiles remembered, if not more. Fierce like a lions claws and sharper than a blade. Strong and smart all rolled into one five foot three girl that sets his teeth on edge in the best way. The one girl he could never get under his touch. The one girl who would never give into Stiles' flirting and prodding. Each curl of strawberry blonde hair makes him drool. Those big green doe eyes smothered in black makeup make his knees wobble. She breaks down his walls and rebuilds them all at once. The only way he can keep the power in his hands instead of her fair skinned and delicate ones is to rile her up. To make her think she has no affect on him. In reality she makes Stiles feel like he is standing on the edge of a building and if she doesn't accept him he will plummet to the ground. He always falls.

As the four of them exit the elevator he grabs her hand happily and she quickly tugs it away and scoffs. She whips her gaze back to Stiles as Scott and Allison leave the elevator. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks angrily. Stiles smirks curiously.

"Awe come on fire cracker, you're not on a job, get loose," he whispers in a deep voice. Lydia squints her eyes.

"As if I'd take any advice from you. Don't think for a second I don't know about what you did," Lydia snarls. Stiles squints back at her and cocks an eyebrow.

"What did I do Martin?" Stiles questions curiously. She rolls her eyes.

"Come on Stilinski, you can't be that thick. Allison and I heard all about what you did after I saw you last," Lydia spits at Stiles. Suddenly the elevator door closes, trapping them both in the small space. Lydia groans and goes to press the open button. Before she had the chance Stiles steps in front of her. He forms a fist and slams his hand into the buttons all at once. The controls break and Lydia widens her eyes. "What the fuck?" She screams, "now we're stuck." He smirks slightly and walks slowly towards Lydia. Stiles can see the fear behind her eyes, she hides it well, but an old friend like himself knows her methods to hide her fear. He doesn't blame her for being afraid. They are professional assassins who literally kill to get paid. Stiles would be afraid too. Each time he steps forward she steps backwards until her back hits the elevator wall. Stiles places a hand on either side of her head. His muscles flex as he pushes against the wall so he can trap Lydia. Stiles sees her breathing pick up and then slow down.

"You're going to tell me what it is that you know about," He says intimidatingly. Lydia blinks a few times and then responds.

"The drugs Stiles, I know about the drugs, the overdoses, everything." He stares at the strawberry blonde in shock, but his face stays placid. It's weird for Stiles to hear her say his first name. She uses it so rarely. Stiles thinks to himself, how did she find out about my past addiction? How does Allison know?

A few months after the teens finished in Derek's training Scott went solo for a bit and Stiles had no one. He could not go home to his father who assumed Stiles had run away or gone missing or even died when he never came back that one night. He could not work with Scott who claimed he needed his space. Stiles didn't know it, but Scott was actually just heart broken over Allison who he had formed a relationship with, slept with, and then she never said goodbye to him. Stiles could not go to Allison because she would be with Lydia. Lydia truly did hate Stiles. Although there was a part of her that loved Stiles that she would never acknowledge. Isaac and Stiles were not that close then, Stiles did not even know where Isaac was. Cora was as always off limits and at Derek's where Stiles had just left. It got harder and harder for him to complete the jobs that were assigned to me and the nightmares got worse, sleep lessened. He tried to fill the lack of sleep time with time spent with the company of a young woman in his bed. He tried to get through jobs high. Heroin, crack, shrooms. You name it and it was in his system. One time Stiles overdosed and Scott found him on his stairs nearly dead. Stiles refused to go to a hospital so Scott stripped Stiles down to his underwear, his entire body drenched in sweat and let him hover over the toilet. Stiles puked and spit and gagged all night long until the drugs were out of his system. Scott would keep a cold wash cloth on Stiles' head and attempt to wipe the vomit off of his lips. But each time he wiped them clean Stiles would just throw up all over again. By morning Stiles' lips were cased in vile liquid, his skin smelt of perspiration, and his hair was flattened to his head. Stiles was weaker than ever and he almost lost his job. Scott vowed that day that he could never leave Stiles alone again. Meanwhile Stiles vowed that he would never get seriously high again. Stiles road to recovery wasn't exactly easy and Scott ended up finding Stiles on his stairs a lot more than Stiles would like to admit. When Stiles finally did get clean Scott had a bunch of jobs lined up and ready for him, to keep him busy and Scott was there with Stiles the whole time.

"How could you possibly know about that sweetheart?" Stiles asks, still using the same deep voice as a before. Lydia rolls her eyes. She didn't appreciate being called sweetheart.

"Scott didn't tell you did he?" Lydia asks. He shakes his head in confusion. "Scott and Allison didn't just work together while you were off in Italy on your special job. They hooked up again. They were in love again, and then when the job was finished so were they. It was neutral and that's why it's so awkward. But the point is they didn't just hook up either, they talked and Scott told Allison everything and clearly Allison-"

"Told you, ya I got it strawberry," Stiles says annoyed cutting Lydia off. Stiles pushes off the wall and turns away from Lydia. His hand go to his face and he rubs the tiredness and humiliation away. Stiles leans his head against the wall opposite of Lydia and take a few deep breathes.

"Stiles just because you and I don't get along doesn't mean I wasn't concerned. I'm not stupid. I know that if you got sacked then you wouldn't have a home to go to. I know that Scott probably would not of helped you. Stiles I know you would be as good as de-"Stiles whips his body around and faces Lydia with his shoulders squared. Lydia feels so small compared to Stiles who is much taller than her. He points an accusing finger at her.

"Shut up Martin! You don't think I know that already! I fucked up! I'm still fucking up! I don't need a fucking reminder about my screw ups okay!" After belting this out at her, Lydia finally shows her fear. Of course she quickly hides it again. Stiles lets out a long sigh and puts his hand on the nape of his neck. He leans back against the wall and closes his eyes while taking deep breaths. Lydia's heart continues to race and worry grows for the boy in front of her. "Don't worry fire cracker, I'm not having a panic attack like last time." Lydia's heart drops at his statement and the memory surfaces in her mind. It had been locked away in a safe for so many years where even Lydia has forgotten about it. Stiles opens his eyes to see Lydia gulp. He knows she remembers what happened that night at Derek's.

"Than what is happening Stilinski?" She asks avoiding the other subject. Stiles smirk.

"You don't have any drugs on you do you?" Stiles asks. Lydia rolls her eyes and crosses her hands over her chest.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Lydia yells before slapping my arm. Stiles laughs a bit to himself.

"Just a joke, but seriously if you do we better get out of this elevator now. I need a hit, but I promised Scott I'd stay clean." Lydia rolls her eyes yet again.

"Well thanks to you we aren't going anywhere for a little while," Lydia comments with a snarky tone. She thinks Stiles is joking, but he is being one hundred present serious. This only happens every few weeks. Every once in awhile Stiles' mind rushes quickly rushes to the thought of how great his highs felt. Adrenaline is rushing through his veins and his muscles are tense. The urge to feel nothing, to take a drug is overpowering in the young boy. Stiles suspects it's because of Lydia. She sets him on edge. She is dangerous and he loves it. He turns around and smirks at Lydia who looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. The smirk drops quickly from Stiles' face when he turns back around swiftly and punches the elevator wall. The entire box shakes as he continues to release all his agitation on the elevator wall. A loud and aggravated scream escapes his mouth and vibrates his throat. Lydia is left in complete shock and worry. "Stiles!" Lydia yells behind him. He turns to look back at her with rabid eyes and a rapidly beating heart. He marches up to Lydia and squeezes her shoulders. Her small and dainty finger tips grasp at his forearms trying to find any ounce of the boy that isn't corrupted by the need for a high. She pushes Stiles off of her. He lands on the floor with a loud thump and she wastes no time in jumping on top of his body. One of her thighs is on each side of his hips. Her body is hunched over his as she straddles the young adult. "Stiles!" Lydia belts out his name again with wide worried doe eyes. His head pulls up off of the ground and towards Lydia. Every muscle in his neck and back strains. Lydia pushes down harder on his shoulders.

"I need them Lydia! It hurts without them!" He pleads loudly as tears begin to roll down his cheeks. Lydia now realizes that Stiles is in pain with and without the drugs, and it terrifies her. Through his tears he watches as Lydia holds her breath and slaps him across the face. The skin on Stiles' cheek is left red, raw, and stinging. All of Derek's training has really paid off for Lydia. Stiles can replay the moment in slow motion and see all of her muscles tense and bulge before her hand hits his face with such force Stiles too holds his breath. Now his head falls back to the ground with a small thud. He lets out the long breath he was holding and closes his eyes. The first person he thinks of is his best friend. He thinks about how disappointed Scott would be in him if he had known what he had just had a fit over. The past few years Stiles has  been completely clean. Of course there were always bad days, but this was different. Stiles thinks Lydia is his drug, but he can not have her. He never will have her. He opens his eyes to see Lydia still glaring down at him with a concerned expression playing across her pale face. Her strawberry blonde hair frames her face like a soft ginger curtain. Her palms are rested on Stiles' hard chest to support her weight. She is as light as a feather compared to Stiles. "Please," he gulps pathetically, "please don't tell Scott." Lydia sighs loudly and Stiles can not help but imagine her sighing because of something he would do to her. She closes her eyes quickly before reopening them, once again revealing the magnificent emerald green irises speckled with a darker shade of ever green tree green.

"Stiles, he needs to know so he can help you," Lydia states as she sits up. She sits casually on his thighs as Stiles sits up quickly as well, grabbing her hand quickly before she can stand up. Stiles shakes his head violently as fresh tears surface in his eyes.

"No Lydia, please please don't! He has so much on his mind and he already has wasted enough time on me and my problems. Please don't tell him. Please don't tell Scott" Once he stops pleading he realizes that is the second time he has called Lydia by her first name. Usually it is a snarky nick name or Martin. When her name rolls off his tongue, he feels so unworthy of her. Lydia, as well, can not help but notice that Stiles has said her first name. It sends chills up her spine.

Lydia lets out yet another sigh before answering, but doesn't mention how Stiles is still holding her hand, which is a very un-Lydia thing to do. "Fine, but if it happens again you can't stop me from telling him." A loud screech sounds off and the door to the elevator open slowly. Lydia jumps off Stiles' lap quickly and brushes of the imaginary dust that has accumulated on her clothes. Stiles just smirks, his fake ego already present again.