#a complication

Chapter 19: A Complication

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Allison, Scott, Alan Deaton

The little girl began to weep, she was so much disappointed. - L. Frank Baum, The Wizard of Oz

Alli and Scott volunteered to stay with Prada, so Lydia and Noah take the elevator up to see the Emissary. For the first couple of floors, they quietly stand, side by side.

Noah is the one to extinguish the silence. “Okay, I’ve gotta ask…”

“Yeah?” she replies, eyeing his reflection in the polished bronze doors.

“Is it weird that I kinda assumed you and I would be sharing a room?”

The residual heaviness lifts from her shoulders. “No,” she exhales. “I did too.”

“You did?” Noah asks as they turn to face each other.

“Uh-huh, and then I thought about it and….”

“It wouldn’t be fair to Scott and Alli.”

“No, it wouldn’t. And it wouldn’t be fair to you either.”

“Me?”

“You deserve some time with Scott,” she says, “I’ve been monopolizing every second—”

“Don’t say that.” He takes her hand in both of his, holding it close to his chest, not quite touching but almost. “Every minute I have with you… It feels like a gift, Lydia.”

“It feels that way to me too,” she tells him, reaching for his cheek.

She closes her eyes on contact, feels Noah lean into her palm as the elevator comes to a stop.

Her eyes meet his as the doors glide open.

There’s no time to say anything other than what her heart is begging her to say, “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” he promises, tapping his heart twice.

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