Anchor -- A Stydia Story

Protect her

LYDIAS POV

"Dying?!" Stiles said loudly.

"Yes! Dying?!"

I watched his facial expression shift. He was completely serious.

"Call Scott now." He said quickly.

I pulled out my phone and just when I was gonna dial I heard it, a voice, a woman's voice .

"He's here?" I said.

"Here? You mean here as in this very spot."

"He isn't in the house though?" I asked confused.

Stiles froze and his eyes lit up.

"He's under it."

I ran up to him.

" You are a genius Stiles Stilinski!" I said wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him close.

"I know." He answered with a smirk planted on his face. He pulled away slowly. "But how do we get under it?"

"I have no idea." I answered clueless.

He pulled away slowly then began pacing the room. "Maybe there is an opening, a door, a secret passage? I know it sounds clićhe but how else did he get under there?" He said puzzled. "What did he do dig a hole?!" He said sarcastically.

I giggled at his stupid joke.

"This isn't funny its serious Lydia." He said walking in circles,biting his nails. Then he began laughing too.

"Okay lets go outside and check for something, look for anything, an opening or a door maybe." He said.

STILES POV

I was thinking of any possible way to get down underneath the house but nothing. We found nothing around the house so I suggested maybe we look a little father maybe a few feet away from the house but we had no luck with that either. I began pacing outside of the front door, this is a bad habit i have when I'm deep in thought. Maybe the person or thing who has him did dig. No thats almost impossible who would dig a hole just to cover it back up and trap themselves in with Derek Hale then again who would even want to kidnap Derek he doesn't crack jokes and is a poor conversationalist, he doesn't even smile.

'Focus Stiles' I thought to myself.

We checked outside. The only place left to check is inside again... I hated being in there. It was dark and really gives off a bad vibe. Probably from the dozen people being burnt alive by Kate Argent. Then an idea hit me maybe Kate had Derek.? Nooo would shee ? Why would she take him? Then I stopped realizing the task at hand.

"Lydia maybe we should check inside." I said while looking behind the house.

She didn't reply.

"Lydia ? Babe?"

Nothing.

I ran to the front of the house and I heard her voice .

"Stiles." She whispered.

I turned towards her voice . Then I saw it. The griever at least 5 feet away from her.

"Lydia don't move. Just back away slowly."

I watched it just standing there in front of us. I knew it could see us even though it didn't have eyes or at least eyes that we could see. The grievers mechanical like arms starting retracting and its disgusting ,slimy body began moving closer towards Lydia. I move closer. But what can I do. Im only human . I cant even protect my own girlfriend, the girl i love more then life itself. That thought made my heart ache.

A/N

Awhh my poor Stiles.

Sorry this chapter was short. I really needed something to update of course the next chapter will be longer and much more dramatic!

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