I'm Something

This was supposed to be his day. There was a party starting in just a few hours. People would be showing up, invading his house, showering him with gifts. A day devoted to worshiping Jackson and celebrating his arrival into the world. And this was a big one. He was turning eighteen. He was officially an adult. But he was nowhere to be found. 

He’d survived the full moon, just a few days ago. He’d thought that would be the worst of it. He’d carried on like nothing was wrong. Setting up the party. Psyched to flaunt his superiority for the day. It started small. Nagging thoughts. Reminders of the chaos of Lydia’s birthday party. Of the hallucinations. Of his ‘real’ parents…

Lydia. Would she be there? Would he have to see her? Would she even want him anymore? 

A crack in the dam that held it all back. 

She hadn’t called while he was away. Did she care?

A flood.

This was the day of his birth. The day a horrible tragedy had forced him into this world. The day that ensured he’d never really know where he came from.

"Of course I'll be there," she said, hair flipping off her shoulder as she turned around and walked away from her classmate.

Yes, she was known for her parties, planning them, dressing up for them, attending them, all of it. So, of course, she would make an appearance there. What she hadn't expected was Jackson bolting away from his house even before the crowd of people showed up.

Instantly, she was chasing after him, silently cursing herself for the heels that she had chosen to wear this particular day. Eventually she caught up with him, mainly because eventually Jackson stopped running and fell to the ground.

"Jackson," the name fell from her tongue far too easily, like she hadn't gone nearly a year without saying it at all. Lydia dropped down to her knees, one hand hesitantly reaching out for Jackson's shoulder and gripping it carefully. "C'mere." She wasn't like this with just anyone, Jackson had always been her exception to the rules, she let him see the girl beneath the mask, she always had.

Reaching out both arms, she carefully pulled Jackson closer to her, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him into a hug.

"Some?" He questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow. "You work yourself too hard." The comment was blunt and stale, it hung in the air and Derek almost regretted saying it once it was out in the open. After all, Lydia had always been passionate about her work.

"Hah," she let out the sound, somewhere between a laugh and her being too tired to truly come up with words to respond. "How else am I suppose to get the Field's Medal?" It wasn't intended to be answered, just a comment that she had used even in her high school days.

When you move I fall to my knees Baby put your pom poms down for me

dydia au - Derek Hale, takes the NFL by storm as the Jets make a run for the Lombardi. Meanwhile, Lydia Martin, the newest Jets cheerleader, has all eyes on her, including Hale’s. Just the way she likes it.

Lydia had blown into his life all witty remarks, strawberry-blonde hair, and perfect body. It was remarkable how crazy Derek had gotten over her; he’d even started idly to think about marriage… Not that he’d really act out that little fantasy, but well, a man could dream couldn’t he?

Tonight though Derek had gone to bed worried and fell into a dreamless sleep in his small dorm room. That was at least until he was woken by the sound of footsteps and a dip in his mattress that could only be caused by Lydia’s knee as she crawled next to him.

The guilt hit her the moment Derek spoke up-- she'd thought he was asleep and she could just curl up beside him like nothing had happened at all. Apparently that wasn't the case, though.

Dydia AU;