my friend, I always feel like femslash 😀 

This Allison is
quieter.

Lydia crushes the thought with a ruthlessness that surprises
herself.

Sure, everyone was suspicious when the ‘disoriented hiker’
brought in by the Beacon Hills forestry service turned out to be Allison
Argent. But Stiles sent out a mass email – since he was spending time in Poland
and didn’t have an international phone plan – explaining that some pagan god
owed him a favor. Apparently, that favor extended to raising the dead.

Although Allison confirmed that she had no memory of the
three years that passed between her death and being found wandering in the
Preserve, Lydia was still unconvinced. In her experience, good things didn’t
happen in this cursed town. It took Derek Hale of all people to get her to even
speak to her former best friend.

Which Lydia did, if only to get the kicked puppy look off of
Derek’s face. She told herself it was only because she promised Stiles she’d
keep an eye on him while he was away. It had nothing to do with the fact that,
somewhere along the line, she started liking Derek and listening to his advice.

So they met up at the café in town and Lydia spent the entire
time on edge. She sized the other woman up, watching her every move from how
she made her coffee to the way she tossed her hair over her shoulder. She could
imagine Stiles laughing at her, shouting constant
vigilance.

But Allison still drank her coffee black with two sugars and
still smelled like her familiar mango shampoo. Lydia didn’t know what to do
with that.

After fifteen minutes of painful small talk, Allison set
down her mug.

“Did you and Stiles ever figure it out?” she asked.

Lydia almost choked on her latte. “Yeah. We’re much better
off as friends.”

“He got over that crush?” Allison sounded dubious.

“Yes, thank god.” Lydia watched the steam curling out of her
mug. “It helps that he found his own epic love story.”

Watching the smile break over Allison’s face was like
watching the sun rise. Three years hadn’t been long enough to kill the
butterflies in Lydia’s stomach.

“So Stiles and Derek figured it out.” It was a statement, no
hint of surprise.

Lydia smiled back, like an automatic reflex. “They did.”

This time, the silence that hung between them was
comfortable. Allison kept grinning down at her coffee, clearly filing away that
new bit of information. And Lydia watched Allison, trying to snip off the
feeling of hope blooming in her chest.

“You should talk to him,” she said.

“Stiles?”

“He took it really hard.” Lydia closed her eyes, trying to quell
the memories of Stiles, hollowed out and lifeless. Consumed by guilt. “After.”

“I will.” She reached out, threading her fingers through
Lydia’s. Keeping her grounded.

It took a moment to find herself again. Allison waited
patiently, her expression free of pity or judgement.

And for Lydia that was the spill point. “Could we do this
again?” she asked, words tumbling out without her prompting.

“Of course.” Allison squeezed her hand, the warmth in her
eyes making Lydia’s heart skip. It felt like a beginning. The start of
something amazing.

This Allison is
quieter.

No. This Allison is still her Allison, just grown up and a little battered. Maybe she gets
lost in her head more easily, maybe she doesn’t laugh as often. But life hasn’t
been kind to Lydia either. She knows she’s not the same person as she was three
years ago, so why would Allison be any different?

It took them a long time to get here, but Lydia is so glad
they made it. Especially when Allison leans over her, soft hair cascading over
her face and brushing over Lydia’s bare skin in a way that makes her shiver.
Lydia can’t help but lean up to kiss the tip of her nose, reveling in the glow
of Allison’s blinding smile.

And maybe, just maybe, Lydia’s found her own epic love
story.

(accepting sterek and femslash prompts from HERE!!)