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Stiles was having a mild freak out in the middle of his room when Scott came bursting in. Whirling around to look at his best friend, Stiles looked almost too nervous to ask. "Did you do it?"

"I did!" Scott grinned as he tossed a set of keys at the other boy. "The Jeep is all washed up and it looks like it's brand new. I even cleaned inside."

"You are a life saver! I would kiss you if Isaac wouldn't punch me in a jealous rage." Stiles joked. It was still weird for him to think Scott was involved with the other werewolf, another boy no less, but admittedly it wasn't the strangest thing they'd ever dealt with before.

Scott, who smiled a little more at the mention of his boyfriend, shrugged a bit. "He wouldn't punch you. I don't think." He had no idea what Isaac was like in the jealousy department.

"Okay, do I look okay?" Stiles finally asked, turning around with a curious look as he motioned at himself. He had gone for nice jeans, a plain Gary t-shirt and a button up shirt over top. His usual style though he looked clean and even wrinkle free.

"You look great."

"Wait, are you hitting on me now?" Stiles couldn't resist, grinning.

And it made Scott roll his eyes in amusement. "Shut up, dude. Did you get flowers?"

"I got one, singular. I read on a site about first date rules that you shouldn't give a girl a full bouquet on the first date but just a single flower."

"What? Why?"

"Something about it being over kill, so I got her a single pink rose. It's supposed to say that I like her and I'm hoping for more. Because Stiles needs more, Scott. I need a lot more."

"Maybe don't tell her that? Not on the first date?" Scott chuckled.

"Duh." Stiles nodded before looking around. "Okay, do I have everything? I put on deodorant, cologne..."

"You put on cologne? Wow you must like her."

"Dude, she's hot and she's nice." And clearly waiting for Lydia wasn't going to accomplish anything. "I want to make sure I get everything. I really want her to like me."

Catching his friend by the shoulder, Scott gave him a serious look. "She's going to adore you. Seriously, she is going to realize just how awesome you are. So don't worry, okay?"

"Easier said than done but thanks."

After a quick hug and a small pep talk, Stiles grabbed the flower from his desk along with his keys and his phone before rushing out. At 6:42, he was pulling up outside the lodge Kat had directed him to. Trying to push down the nervous flutters in his stomach and chest that made him feel like he was on the edge of a mild panic attack, he jumped out of the jeep and moved around to the front doors. He hoped she was waiting for him as he had no idea which room she was in.
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"Wait...wait.  Lydia was there?  At Peter's?"  Stiles stared at Cora incredulously as he latched onto a seemingly insignificant detail that actually was a rather big deal to him.  

Cora didn't say anything after that, at least not out loud, but the look on her face had been enough confirmation for him.  For some reason that he couldn't even comprehend, Lydia had been at Peter's.  In the middle of the night.  

Even now as he stalked off the elevator of Peter's floor, he was hoping that he was wrong.  That maybe Cora had been somehow mistaken in the midst of her grief.  That she had been imagining Lydia being there at Peter's and that Lydia had actually been at home.  Safe at home.  Alone.  With no Peter.

But even as he told himself it wasn't possible, there was a chill settling into his bones.  Even with everything going on, he had noticed that Lydia was acting odd and not just in a creepy 'i find dead people' sort of way.  She was distant but happy, disappearing at the oddest times and, well, she just had that air about her.  The same air Scott and Allison had when they were sneaking around behind everyone's back so they could be together despite people not wanting them to be.  

Yeah, it was all enough to make Stiles feel sick.

Stopping in front of Peter's door, he held very still as he strained to listen to what was going on on the other side.  He was hoping he was wrong but he swore then he heard the soft murmur of a female voice.  A painfully familiar murmur of a female voice.

It was enough to make him bolt as he felt strangely breathless, much like he did when he was on the edge of a panic attack, but he forced himself to knock.  He had to see it with his own two eyes to believe it or he would just talk himself out of it later.  Delude himself into thinking that it just wasn't possible.  That Lydia wouldn't be hooking up with Peter Hale of all people.   

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