I do not own any of the characters, I was just procrastinating writing an English essay so I wrote this instead. Feel free to review! Also, I wrote this in a day, so I apologize if it's shit or there are any mistakes!

"Scott?" Lydia whispered into the dark, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. She saw him shift in the chair he had fallen asleep in, moving there after she had cried herself to sleep. She had stopped being embarrassed about it after the first week or two, she couldn't exactly keep track.

Everyone had become even closer since the end of the school year, if that had been possible. After Void Stiles, the death of Allison, Isaac and Chris leaving, and Malia joining the pack, they had been around each other almost every day, never wanting to leave anyone alone for too long.

Stiles and Scott had been teaching Malia how to control her coyote, and Malia had been staying at Stiles place more often, still finding it difficult to look at her father and be reminded - and also a reminder - of everything she had lost. She had felt most connected to Stiles, he had been the one to show her kindness, had sacrificed his humanity to save her in Eichen. Stiles, in turn, had begun to depend on her. He felt most comfortable telling her about his Void experience, not that anyone made him feel like shit about it. She just understood him best, they could both relate to each other.

Scott and Kira had broken up, Scott realized he couldn't be what Kira deserved, not so soon after Allison, and Kira had understood. She always knew he hadn't loved her, not to the same extent as he had loved Allison, and that was okay. She was still pack, she didn't really know if she wanted a boyfriend anyways, or if she even loved Scott.

Lydia and Scott had seemed to go to each other for support, them having both been the two closest people to Allison. Scott had texted Isaac a few times, and Isaac missed them all, but he couldn't deal with losing everyone he loved. Everyone understood, they missed him too but they just wanted what was best for him.

Lydia would often go to Scott's house when he wasn't working and just sit with him, they would talk, or they would read, watch movies, or they would do nothing, just sit with each other. Sometimes they just needed to be close to someone, to know someone felt the way they felt, understood their pain. She sometimes fell asleep on his bed while they were talking, and he would just lay her down so she was comfortable and cover her with the blanket before moving over to his chair to sleep there. Melissa had gotten used to checking on Scott when she came home from a night shift and found her in his bed. She understood they needed each other.

"Scott," Lydia whispered again. "You don't have to sleep in the chair. It doesn't look very comfortable. I can go home if you need to sleep and don't want me here."

"Lydia, it's fine," Scott replied to her, his voice cracking with sleep. "I've fallen asleep in this chair plenty of times. Don't drive home, it's late."

Lydia lay there for a few more minutes, feeling alone, despite knowing Scott was only a few feet away from her. She heard his breathing start to even out again and she panicked.

"Scott," she said for the third time, her voice a little higher than usual, not bothering to whisper, Melissa was at work. "Scott, please don't sleep in the chair."

Scott felt a slight sense of deja vu but ignored it, not wanting to think about Kira, only wanting to focus on Lydia and what she was feeling. She could smell panic, fear… and something else he couldn't quite figure out.

"Lydia, I promise I'm-"

"Scott, please. Sleep in the bed," Lydia was whispering, she couldn't bring herself to say it any louder. "Please."

She lay there, her eyes squeezed shut, waiting for him to tell her that he didn't think it would be right, or that he didn't want to, or to just fall asleep. But then she felt the blanket being lifted and dropped over Scott's body, and felt the bed shift under his added weight. She lay there, trying to steady her heart, knowing it was pounding and not really understanding why.

"Lydia…" Scott said, hesitantly. "If you're uncomfortable with me being in the same bed as you…" He wasn't sure what she wanted him to do right now.

Then, all of a sudden, she rolled over and threw her arm over his torso, putting her head on his chest. The warmth of his body against her was comforting, making her feel safe and… content.

Scott was stunned by the sudden contact, but he relaxed fairly quickly and tightened his arm around her. He could feel her relax into his body, smell the fear and panic being replaced with happiness and trust. He turned his head towards hers, smelling her hair briefly and noticing how wonderful she really smelled. He had always thought Stiles had been exaggerating whenever he talked about it, but Lydia smelled absolutely wonderful. Like the forest - the place that Scott spent so much time - and cherry blossoms. It was simple but it was comforting, and made him smile. A true, genuine smile that hadn't graced his lips very much for weeks.

He laid the side of his face against her forehead and hummed his contentment, falling into the deepest sleep he had had in weeks, months, maybe since he had been bitten. He was so relaxed that he didn't realize he whispered her name before falling completely into sleep.