new york wolves } { of new boyfriends and old boyfriends

[beanchaointe]

Lydia: [so during her normal routine of taking her homework back to Sam's while she waits for him to get back from work, followed by dinner and their usual after-dinner activities, and some sleep. But somewhere in the evening, her dead people detector goes off and she somehow winds up awake, dressed and in an alley across town from where she originally started, screaming her head off. Thankfully someone was there to call the police and Esposito and Ryan are there to take care of the body, but it's going to be a while until Lydia goes home and she'll be sitting off to the side with Ryan's jacket and looking uncomfortable]

Stiles: [he's been having a hard time sleeping still, getting used to Cora not being there. His window is open to give him some noise because the soundproof room is too quiet, and that is how he hears the scream and he's sitting up almost instantly. He quickly changes, and he's out the window, following the path of the scream echoes until he catches Lydia's scent and follows it the rest of the way. Somewhere along the way he texted Laura why he was leaving]

Lydia: [glances up when she spots him in the crowd and frowns] Stiles, what are you doing here?

Stiles: I heard you scream, so I came to see if you were okay.

Lydia: [her brow furrows] You were that close? [she knows the Hales live under the other side of town]

Stiles: Close enough to hear. Are you okay?

Lydia: [she shrugs] As well as can be expected. At least it isn't some creepy ritual killing.

Stiles: Just a typical New York murder. Not as comforting. [and he will move to sit with her. Espo sees him and nods at stiles, logging him into his list of people at the scene as they keep working]

Lydia: [sighs softly] I was having such a nice evening too.

Stiles: Can I take you home?

Lydia: [she nods first then] Crap. My laptop is still at Sam's.

Stiles: [looks at her, smirking a bit] Want me to walk you back to Sam’s then?

Lydia: [she sighs] Yeah, fine. He's probably freaking out anyway. Disappearing without warning is really inconvenient.

Sam: [freaking out? pretty much a go. And hunter side of him - plus knowing what Lydia was - may have him still have a police scanner set up. So he knows where she is and he's arriving just at that point at the police tape looking for her]

Lydia: [glances over and well ... Sam is really easy to spot in a crowd] Or he's ... here.

Stiles: Oh? [goes to look]

Sam: [sees her] Lydia! [and he will cross the police line, pointing out to the officer that he's her boyfriend and going over to them]

Lydia: [she sighs as she makes her way over to her giant of a boyfriend, leaving Stiles to follow if he so chooses] What are you doing here?

Stiles: [of course he is.]

Sam: You weren't in bed when I woke up to get something to drink. Are you okay?

Lydia: [nods, her hands moving to rest on his arms] Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just ... [pauses and gestures to the dead body so that she doesn't have to say "banshee" out loud]

Sam: Yeah, I get it.

Stiles: I was just about to walk her home.

Lydia: [glances back to Stiles and then does the whole introductions thing] Stiles, this is Sam. Sam, this is my friend Stiles.

Sam: Hey.

Stiles: [careful inspection] Hey. At least you're not here to question her this time.

Lydia: [just gives Stiles a look because really?]

Sam: [nods his head] I'm never going to live that down with your friends, am I?

Stiles: No, not really. [he is ignoring that look, Lydia. You know Allison would be doing it too]

Lydia: Unfortunately not. They're stubborn that way.

Stiles: We're just protective. I'm sure you can appreciate that.

Sam: I can. But I think if Lydia can look past it, hopefully you can too.

Stiles: I'll think about it.

Lydia: [rolls her eyes] We should go. Home. [looks at Stiles because there's a "separately" attached to that, especially if he's not going to behave]

Sam: Do you need me to negotiate with the investigators for your release?

Stiles: [rolls his eyes, and then turns his head] Detective Esposito, can I take Lydia home?

Espo: [nods and waves his hand, shooing them]

Stiles: Let's go.

Lydia: [she holds up a finger] I should give Detective Ryan his jacket back. Give me one second. [and she will jog off to do that, leaving the boys alone for a moment]

Sam: [and he will just... stand there awkwardly]

Stiles: [watching him a moment, nodding... yeah, he's got nothing]

Lydia: [and she will return, slipping her arm in Sam's with a nod] Let's go.

Sam: Yeah, let's.

Stiles: [and he will just... follow]

Lydia: [and she will let them walk in silence for a moment, before glancing back to Stiles] I'm okay, Stiles. You don't have to stay. [not that she's complaining if you do but you should at least contribute to the conversation]

Stiles: I just want to make sure you get home safely. Is that a crime?

Sam: Only if Lydia deems that you're stalking her.

Lydia: Sam. [that's her stop being ridiculous tone] No, it's not a crime, but you not talking is kind of creepy. [and she means that fondly]

Stiles: I'm trying to behave.

Lydia: [she sighs, before linking her free arm in his and pulling him closer] And behaving means not saying a word?

Stiles: Well, I'd think you wouldn't want the old boyfriend talking to the new one.

Sam: Old boyfriend?

Lydia: [sighs] High school boyfriend. [and then a weird friends with benefits thing but that's not the important part] But you're also one of my best friends in town, so I'd prefer it if you guys would get along like adults and not be five year-olds about this.

Sam: You obviously don't spend a lot of time around guys.

Stiles: we're always five year olds around other guys.

Sam: It's a guy thing.

Lydia: [she sighs] Of course, out of everything you agree on that.

Stiles: [smirks] I'm just giving him a hard time. It's what friends do.

Sam: I think I can handle him, Lydia.

Lydia: Mmmm. [she doesn't buy that because she knows Stiles and how his brain works, but she'll let it go for now] Whatever you say.

Stiles: I mean, it's not like I'm going to go home and run a complete bio and ask my dad for a background check.

Sam: You have to ask your dad for that?

Stiles: Son of a sheriff.

Sam: Ah.

Lydia: Really? Because I would have assumed you'd run one already.

Stiles: I've been distracted.

Lydia: Mmm-hmmm.

Sam: Does this mean it's going to be a race then to see who finds what in background checks?

Stiles: Could be.

Lydia: [SIGH why are the men in her life so dumb]

Sam: Forty eight hours and we meet for coffee and exchange what we found?

Stiles: Starbucks on 7th and 24th?

Lydia: [yeah, she's just going to let them keep going and hope they don't murder each other in the process]

Sam: See you there.

Stiles: This is going to be fun. [he has that grin. You know that grin, Lydia]

Lydia: [Yeah she does. And she's giving him a very dangerous smile in return] Am I going to have to babysit you two?

Stiles: I didn't think you were into something like that.

Sam: [chokes]

Lydia: [elbows Stiles in the side hard]

Stiles: So I take it I'm not invited up then?

Lydia: [gives him a look because what do you think, Stiles?]

Sam: Sorry, it's a studio. Only room for two.

Stiles: Only because you're gigantic.

Lydia: Stiles.

Stiles: What? It's true!

Lydia: He's only a few inches taller than you!

Sam: No, I get it all the time. Someone who's used to being tall sees me and they just get sudden insecurities about height.

Stiles: Nope, don't have that at all.

Lydia: Guys, you get that this isn't a competition right? That Stiles is practically engaged to another girl so there's really nothing happening there at all.

Sam: Hey, I'm not the one posturing here.

Stiles: I'm just looking out for my friend. [he may be a bit protective, okay?]

Lydia: [sighs] Well, let's get this out in the open now. [turns and pats Sam on the chest to indicate that she's talking about him] Dean Winchester's brother. [she moves to do the same for Stiles] A member of the Hale pack. I think I'm in pretty good hands, okay?

Stiles: [and that's going to earn her a glare because the werewolf part is a SECRET Lydia]

Sam: You're a werewolf?

Stiles: You're a hunter.

Sam: No, I'm a lawyer. My brother's a government agent who happens to know a bit about things no one believes in and helps neutralize threats to keep the supernatural world from being uncovered.

Stiles: ..... Well, I'm a computer coder who just happens to be a werewolf.

Lydia: [she knows Stiles, but she's trying to make a point here] Stiles is the person who figured out what I was when I thought I was crazy. Sam makes me feel normal. I need both of you, so could you both please knock it off?

Stiles: [sighs] Fine.

Sam: Sure.

Lydia: Thank you. [and they'll come to a stop in front of Sam's building and she will turn back to give Stiles a hug] Thank you for coming.

Stiles: [hugs her back] No problem. If I hear you, I'll always be there. I don't want you ever to be alone during that, alright?

Lydia: [nods before letting him go] Lunch tomorrow?

Stiles: Sure thing. I'll text you when I get my break.

Lydia: Sounds good. [and with that she turns back to Sam] Let's go.

Sam: [will nod goodbye to Stiles and then take Lydia back upstairs]

Lydia: [And when they get there she will sigh and sink down onto the couch, already tired even though the day is just getting started]

Sam: You want something to drink?

Lydia: [she glances up at him before nodding] Water's fine.

Sam: [and he goes to get her a water bottle]

Lydia: [shifts to tuck her legs under her] I'm sorry for disappearing like that.

Sam: Well, I knew it was going to probably happen eventually when you started sleeping over.

Lydia: Yeah, but that doesn't mean I meant to scare you.

Sam: Kinda hard not to be scared when I don't know where you are.

Lydia: I know. If I could get around it I would.

Sam: Well, let me talk to one of my hunter friends and see what kind of gear may be out there that detects movement? I can put something in my apartment that could wake me up if it detects you leaving or something? And I won't tell you what it is so you can't undo it while you're in your fugue state.

Lydia: [she nods] Just ... don't try and stop me. I don't know what will happen if you do.

Sam: No, I won't. Though perhaps one day we should try to see what happens.

Lydia: Well, if I burst your eardrums, don't say I didn't warn you.

Sam: I'll bring earplugs. [small smile]

Lydia: [tips her head to the side] I'm actually not sure if those would help. Stiles heard me scream across town.

Sam: Well, he's a werewolf. And we're in New York. Noise echoes off the buildings.

Lydia: Not just here. He did it in Beacon Hills too. He claimed he was in the preserve, but that might have just been him lying because I didn't know what he was at the time.

Sam: Well, we will figure some of it out, alright? Just takes time and research.

Lydia: [she nods, before shifting to lean into him] Are you okay?

Sam: Yeah, I'm fine. [goes to wrap his arm around her]

Lydia: [she nods as she closes her eyes against his shoulder] Okay.

SamL You want to go back to bed?

Lydia: [nods a bit] Kind of exhausted. But you don't have to go with me.

Sam: No, I'm beat. Let's go back to sleep.

Lydia: [she nods before shifting to get up and head back towards his bed]

Sam: [follows and pulls her into his arms]

Lydia: [where she will happily go, curling up into his side and closing her eyes] After this, though, I need to head back home.