Requested by crazy_mjb Hope it's okay and what you wanted? Anyway, want a part two?

"Lydia! You have to be more careful! I won't always be able to save you." Stiles says to a quiet Lydia who's sat in the front passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep Rosco.

"I don't want you to. I'm fine, I can save myself." Lydia mumbles, moreso to herself than Stiles.

"Pardon?" Stiles responds nicely, although, he's slowly losing his temper.

"I said, I don't need you to save me every time and I don't want you too either. I can save myself." Lydia answers with little confidence to her cracking voice.

"You needed saving today. And yesterday. And other days, listen, I just don't want you to get hurt baby." Stiles says simply, putting one hand resting on Lydia's right knee.

"Yeah I didn't account some things today bu-"

"No, Lydia. Please listen fully. Yeah you didn't account some things today, the point is you never do."

Stiles realises he's angry at Lydia. She knows it hurts him when she puts herself in danger, he admires and it's one of the things that he loves about her. You know, risking her life to save others and for the greater good but he wishes that she'd do it less often or that he should be doing it or someone else. He cares about her that much.

Stiles continues, "You just go ahead, don't think things through do you?!" He bursts out angrily and snaps his hand off Lydia's knee, her eyes glint with tears as Stiles then pulls a violent gear shift.

"Sorry Rosco." He says, tapping the dashboard delicately. Stiles' Rosco is his baby.

"Ohhh, I get it. Rosco gets an apology. Not me huh?!" Lydia says facing Stiles now, tears streaking down her face.

Stiles sees this by a quick glance and Lydia and his face falls. Lydia is Stiles' best friend, girlfriend, soulmate and vise versa for Lydia. You see, Stiles has just rescued Lydia - again - from a dangerous mission or quest that she decided to go solo. At least she told Stiles. He immediately knew something was wrong because he didn't get the signal. So he stormed in and in the end everything was okay. Or so he thought. Stiles loves Lydia with all his heart and Lydia does him. He just doesn't like her in danger, in trouble. He doesn't want her to get hurt.

Stiles is protective.

And he also pulls Rosco onto the laybi on the quiet country lane.

Stiles undoes his seatbelt and swizzles round to a now properly crying Lydia, "Lyd, please babe, I didn't mean to-to make you cry. Please, don't cr-"

"Don't cry?! Don't cry he says. Well, guess what Stiles? I am! You made it happen babe. You treat me like a little kid. You were just scolding me like one a second ago! I'm not some fragile doll made of China. You treat me like that. And not every bit of danger and trouble I get in is not like a bull in the China shop that sells me. You do dangerous and reckless stuff to and I don't treat you like you're five years old! Do I? No. I treat you like the man you are. I know you want to protect me. I want to protect you to. But, babe, you're overprotective. And it really gets me down..." Lydia bursts out, she's been bottling it up for the whole hour and a half that they've been driving.

"Baby, I don't want to see you hurt okay? Okay?! I don't want because one time you fly solo and do something reckless that you die, or worst, are killed. Listen, I don't want you to be another Allison and me another Scott." Stiles roars, looking his temper completely now.

Stiles is also crying now.

"How dare you, it wasn't Allison's fault she was killed and died nor Scott's or mine. I was fighting off a whole twelve enemy's at the time, no where near Allison. EVEN YOU DIDN'T SAVE HER! THE MIGHTY STILES FAILED LIKE THE REST OF US!" Lydia screams at her boyfriend who obviously regrets the Allison part of what he said.

"Lydia. I'm so sorry, I-I was being insensitive and I know it was no one's fault, including Allison. I know it's selfish but I care about you too much for you to get hurt. I don't know what I'd do without you. I-" Stiles stutters shaking before he gets cut off by a fuming Lydia.

"You what Stiles? You what?" Lydia laughs bitterly, as cold as ice before she continues: "I know I can't save everyone all the time, but I will give it my best shot all the same. Same as you. And Scott. And Liam. Etc etc." She pauses, trying to swallow back tears, "Stiles, I thought you knew me... I thought you cared about me..." Lydia whispers.

"Babe, please," Stiles grabs Lydia's shaking hands and Stokes the top with his thumbs, "I do know you. I do care about you."

"No, no. You don't. Get away from me Stiles Stillinski!" Lydia screams and jumps out the Jeep, slamming the doors and running away into the darkness.

"LYDIA!" Stiles screams, running away blind in the cool, night air after his beloved girlfriend in the black abyss of the night.

Suddenly, Stiles hears a gunshot. It smacks the belly out the air and sends goosebumps down his body. His heart feels like it's been ripped out of his chest.

"LYDIA?!" Stiles screams repeatedly sobbing and sprinting towards the direction the ghastly gunshot came from.

He doesn't want to be a Scott.

He certainly doesn't want Lydia to be another Allison.

He doesn't want that history to repeat itself.

Allison being killed.

Lydia being killed.

His Lydia.