Hidden Under the Moon [Stiles Stilinski]

Connection

"Well that wasn't reassuring," I announced as I placed my chin on my palm, "No offense."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lydia asked as she placed her phone down.

Allison glances over to me as if she didn't know what to say to her, but I just sigh and looked over to the strawberry blond, "Nothing, I was just voicing my opinion on something Stiles sent me. So, are we ready to go?"

"Yeah," Allison smiled nervously, "Let's go."

The three of us climbed the stairs and toward the front door as Allison called out to her family that we were heading out. I decided to glance back to see what they would do or say at this point. That only earned me to notice Gerard staring right at me. It was a challenge, but I just nodded toward him in farewell and followed Lydia out of the house with Allison behind us.

We all got into Allison's car. I sat in the back. I wasn't feeling like sitting in the front as I looked down at my phone. During the whole right, I couldn't get the feeling that Gerard knew more than he was leading on with. He was planning something, but whatever it is, I had to keep myself on my toes. I am not going to allow him to just walk about this town as if it is his own and hurt my friends and family. If anything, this town is the Hales. I might not have their name, but to my misfortune, their blood runs through me and I will use that claim to keep this town safe.

"Juliette!"

My head popped up as I looked at the two girls in front of the car as they both looked back at me. Blinking a bit, I looked behind them to see that we had made it to the Ice rink. I must have allowed my thoughts to distract me, but I didn't let it show I was worried at all by smiling over to them.

"Sorry," I laughed, "I guess I was thinking too hard."

Lydia just rolled her eyes and exited the car. Allison looked over to me once more and gave me a worried look. I reassured her I was okay and just followed Lydia's lead. I got out of the car and looped my arm through Lydia's arm as I began to drag her over to the building where Stiles and Scott were waiting for us, outside.

"Why am I the fifth wheel?" Lydia asked.

"Oh come on," I laughed, "It will be fun. Besides, after what happened I think this will be a good distraction to what happened yesterday. Come on, let's show these people how amazing we are on the ice."

Lydia smiled as she walked with a bit of pride in her step. I smiled at my accomplishment. Once we made it to the door where Stiles was waiting for me, Lydia let go of my arm and walked right in, allowing me a moment with Stiles. He smiled down at me and gave me a quick but sweet kiss on my forehead before draping his arm over my shoulder to guide me inside.

Stiles and I went ahead and collected out skies, along with Lydia's as she waited of us on the stands. Stiles held my hand as we walked over to Lydia. I sat side her as I handed her her skies which she took with a grin. Stiles was focused on tying his skies to even notice that Lydia and I were done way before him. Lydia and I used to take classes together when we were in fourth grade, but I stopped once we got to middle school.

Now that I think about it, it was around the time I started to date Jackson.

"Could it be any colder in here?" Lydia announced, pulling me out of my thoughts once more.

Stiles dug through his backpack to produce an orange zip-up hoodie, "Here."

"I'm wearing blue," Lydia scoffed, looking at the article of clothing in Stiles' hand in disgust, "Orange and Blue, not a good combination."

"But it's the colors of the Mets," both Stiles and I commented.

We both looked over to each other as we smiled at each other. Lydia rolled her eyes at her, but I recovered quickly by taking Stiles hoodie he was offering her. They both looked over to me as I began to shrug off the coat that Lydia allowed me to borrow this morning and handed it to her. Lydia looked down at the brown coat but took it with a small smile. With a simple thanks, Lydia put it on over her own giving her even more warmth than she granted.

As Lydia began to head into the rink, I pulled the orange hoodie on. Stiles watched as his eyes landed on the small exposed skin of my mid rift. When I noticed his looking, I laughed, causing his eyes to shoot up to my own.

"Are you mad at me?" Stiles asked, causing me to stop laughed so abruptly.

I took a moment to think about his question but decided to shake my head, "No... I just have things running on my head. Nothing to worry about."

"It's just," Stiles explained his question, "Ever since Scott and I came back from running after Erica... you seem to be acting strange. Like you are scared of what people will say."

"What do you mean?" I gave him a confused looked.

"I noticed when you got to our next class you were wearing the coat," he explained, "You were so excited to wear your top that you left the coat in your locker, but then you were wearing it tightly on yourself. Like you were trying to keep it from revealing it..."

I sighed, "I just... I just felt like you would have preferred to look at Erica... I mean she looked amazing, which it just felt like she was attacking my self-esteem."

"Hey," Stiles spoke up as he used his finger to tilt my head up, "Who cares what anyone thinks about you or Erica. All that matters is that you are happy. Besides, I like how you look in your top."

"Really?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah," he grinned, "I might not have said it, but I actually think it looked really hot on you."

I pulled Stiles into a kiss. I didn't have anything to tell him, but I knew that my love for him would say more than my mind could at that moment.

We pulled away from each other and got up. Hand in hand, we entered the rink as we just enjoyed our moment together. It was sometimes interrupted by Lydia's sheer skill she was demonstrating or when we laughed at how back Scott was doing at the whole skating aspect of tonight.

I was showing Stiles my own skill I could remember from my classes when I began to hear this tapping on ice. I almost lost my balance but I caught myself as I stopped to listen closely. The tapping slowly became scraps against the ice, but it sounded like it was inside my head. Like nails on a chalkboard. I closed my eyes in pain when it got louder. It was when Lydia's scream caused me to cry out in pain.

Scott and Allison rushed back into the ice rink as they went to check on Lydia. I was to engulfed in pain as I held onto my ears from the ringing in my ears. My hands felt warm, and I knew very well my ears were bleeding like the night that Lydia disappeared. Stiles was trying to pry my hands away from my head but I just sobbed in pain.

It happened again. Whatever is happening, but it clearly had something to do with Lydia and I's connection to the attack that night. Maybe it was the fact that it happened at the same time, but something told me it was actually about something more. Something that I don't know answers to, just yet that it.

Once this was for certain.

I had to either have my mother finally tell me everything or find guidance from someone else that might have the answers I need.

Someone like Deaton.