Thomas | The Maze Runner (ranthemaze) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-05-08 08:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !completed gdoc, !log, ~2018 may, ~25 points, ~~lydia martin (drawntodeath), ~~thomas (ranthemaze) |
WHO: Thomas and Lydia Martin
WHAT: Talking
WHEN: After she gets home from Derek’s
WHERE: Their house
WARNINGS: Nah
STATUS: Closed/Completed Godc
It was good to finally have Lydia home. That week when he’d been frantically searching for her, fearing the worst, had been torture. And when she’d finally been found, he got almost no sleep at all between working overtime to make the bills and spending every spare moment at her side. It was good to have her home, where she belonged, and Thomas hoped that they would be able to find some semblance of normality again soon.
Of course, just because she was home and doing better didn’t mean that he wasn’t still worried about her. He was. Very much so. She’d never had an incident like this before while she was in Madison Valley and it scared him because he didn’t understand what exactly had triggered it or why it had been so bad.
But what it came down to for him was that she was alive, and as long as she was alive, somehow they would be able to work things out. And that was really all that mattered.
He got up first, took a shower, got dressed, then came back into their bedroom to sit beside her, brushing her hair out of her eyes with exquisite tenderness.
“Hey,” he said. “You okay?”
***
Lydia was faking doing a lot better, but in truth she was terrified. She’d never experienced anything like what has happened this time. She’d lost time, gone wandering, but never for so long, and she’d never been seriously injured and continued in her trance. It was unfamiliar and it was scary and she couldn’t make anyone, not even herself, that it wouldn’t happen again. She didn’t know how her thing worked.
And it was terrifying.
She felt a lot better at home, though, with Thomas to watch over her. She could actually sleep, and did so a lot as she recovered. A little awkwardly sometimes, a broken leg in a homemade cast thanks to Jeremy, but it was so much better than being at Derek’s house.
She woke with a slight start as Thomas sat beside her, could only smile when he brushed her hair back. She loved that he did things like that, cared for her like he did.
“I’m fine,” she assured, wincing as she turned to push herself to sit. “Stop worrying so much.”
She would be seriously hurt if he ever actually did.
***
She didn’t have to worry about that. Thomas would never stop worrying about the people he loved, and Lydia was high on his lists. Especially after the past two weeks.
“You’re not fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “But you do look better. Much better. Which is a relief.”
When he’d first seen her at Derek’s, he was relieved that she was alive, but terrified that she wasn’t actually going to make it.
“What happened?” He asked. It was partly curiosity, but he also wanted to understand it so that he could do everything in his power to keep something like this from ever happening again.
***
Lydia shook her head. “I don’t know. Derek said Stiles almost died.”
That had to be what had caused it. But beyond that, she had no idea. Nothing like that had ever happened before.
“I’ve never been out of it for so long before.” A few hours, most of a day, usually not even that long. Weeks was unheard of.
***
“Yeah, apparently he did.” Thomas hadn’t been overly concerned about Stiles because that was about the time that Lydia had disappeared. And that was absolutely not okay in any way whatsoever.
“I searched for you. Every second I wasn’t working. I got help from everywhere I could. But nobody could find you. Nobody could help. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
He really couldn’t think of anything worse than losing Lydia. She’d worked her way into his heart and he adored her more than he could even put into words.
***
“I don’t know what to tell you.” It wasn’t like she’d done any of it on purpose. She didn’t have control of what she could do, the banshee stuff was unpredictable and didn’t seem to follow any kind of rules. Lydia wished that they did, more than anything wished that the whole situation just didn’t exist.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” But she was the one who had come out of it with a broken leg and a fear of herself. All things considered, she thought, they were both hurt by the whole thing.
But at the same time, making Thomas worry wasn’t something she wanted to do and she did feel bad that what she was had done that.
***
Thomas shook his head. He hadn’t been looking for sympathy, or pity. “I’d do it all a thousand times again to make sure you’re safe.” Even if he hadn’t been the one to find her, there was nothing else that he would have done differently. He would have searched to the ends of the earth for her, and worn himself to death in the process.
“What I went through is nothing compared to what you went through.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly.
“We need to figure out how to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
***
It always felt so good to hear that he’d do anything for her, the way she did always know he would. What Lydia had always craved in her relationships was something like that. The being the most important thing to someone and having someone who wanted to protect her even if she didn’t need it.
“I don’t know if there’s anything to figure out,” she said softly. “It’s...whatever it is that speaks to me decides that I need to pay attention and takes control. I don’t have a say in it.”
There were some aspects she could control, smaller bits and if she was actively looking for something then that was completely different. She could sometimes control that. But there were always the times when it got her completely by surprise. “Things don’t always happen in time for me to control it.”
She rarely even knew how.
***
Thomas hated the thought that there was nothing to be done. He hated thinking that there was nothing to do to help, or that the past few weeks could be repeated again and again throughout their life together. It was torture, for both of them, and it angered him that a solution was so hard to find.
“Is there anyone here you could talk to? Anyone who could help?”
There was a bit of desperation in his voice. He loved her so deeply that the idea of her having to go through this was more than he could bear.
“There’s got to be something we can do. I refuse to be helpless.”
***
“Not unless you know another banshee.” A very specific kind of banshee, even. The help Lydia needed to understand and use her abilities had to come from a banshee exactly as she was, from her own world with similar influences. There weren’t any of those. There was Meredith, but she was completely crazy, a vision of what Lydia was terrified of becoming, and not a lot of actual help. She wasn’t someone to ask questions of.
Smiling softly she reached her free hand out to his cheek. “You can’t change everything. Sometimes you have to be helpless. That’s life. These kinds of things, they don’t happen very often. That might have to be good enough.”
If there was anything to be done, Lydia would be the first to want to try it. But these things happened for a reason. And terrifying as it was she knew that one day it might actually help someone.
***
Thomas’s whole face fought those words, even as he tried to accept them. He hated being helpless. He hated not being able to fix things. It was terrible. One of the worst things he’d ever been through to see someone he loved in so much pain.
“Maybe one will show up,” he said, not willing to give up hope yet. “Or maybe someone who knows about them. Or...maybe something else.”
He didn’t have a lot of ideas, but he hated watching her suffer as he sat here helpless.
***
“Maybe,” Lydia allowed. “But I’m not going to hold my breath. This is just like any other condition.” Bansheehood was very much a condition in her eyes. An incurable one. “It doesn’t rule my life.”
She was still going to go to school, go to work, plan her parties and events there and come home in the evenings to a house that was barely up to her standards and still needed a lot of decorating help. So what if once in a while she blacked out and wandered off? She couldn’t be defined by that. She wouldn’t let herself be defined by that.
Even as it got more and more terrifying every time it happened.
***
Thomas wanted that to be true. He wanted it to be true so much he could literally taste it. But how could she say it didn’t rule her life when it did things like this? Would her future jobs let her out of work for two weeks while she went and wandered the woods? He would always be on her side to support her, no matter what happened, but what about her other friends? He couldn’t see how it couldn’t rule her - at least to some extent. And he hated that about it.
“We’re not going to let it,” he said firmly. He’d found the girl of his dreams - not that he’d say that out loud to her - but he wasn’t going to let any weird supernatural thing take her away. And he was adamant about that.
***
Lydia knew her determination wasn’t going help with the rest of the world, but she was stubborn and at least while she was in Madison Valley she could be up front with the people she worked with and for about what she was and what might happen. Around here, at least, it wasn’t the craziest thing around. And she wasn’t the only one who was likely to just up and disappear for a couple days or a week.
“So can you stop acting like the world is about to end?” With the fussing and the worrying and the hovering that she actually loved. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
Except for a broken bone there was no lasting harm done.
***
“If anything permanent had happened to you, the world would have ended,” he said. He couldn’t bring himself to say ‘if you’d died’ or ‘if you hadn’t come home’. The words just wouldn’t come out, they were so horrifying.
“But yes. Yes. Fine. Would you like some soup or something? I think I can manage a can.”
***
Lydia didn’t bother telling him that he was exaggerating. He probably knew he was, but probably meant what he was saying too. His world as he knew it would have ended and to be that important to someone wasn’t something to joke about.
She smiled gently pulled him in so she could kiss him briefly before nodding. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll let you get soup.”
She could hobble to the kitchen but...why? Thomas wanted to take care of her and within reason she’d let him pamper her a little.
***
Thomas smiled. He was glad to have something to do that was useful, even if it was as ridiculous as microwaving a can of soup. Five minutes later, he returned with a steaming bowl, some crackers, and some orange juice, and put them beside the bed. He figured she’d get pissed if he tried to feed her or anything like that, and he didn’t want to end up with hot soup all over him.
“So...how is Stiles, anyway?”
He hadn’t had a chance to talk to him in a while, after all.
***
“Apparently a werewolf now.” Lydia hadn’t actually spoken to him, and didn’t blame him if he didn’t want to get too close. She and Stiles had a very unique kind of relationship, did deeply love each other even while being committed completely to others, and she wouldn’t for one second believe that he’d put her in even a second of danger especially not by his own hands.
And she knew that turning into a werewolf wasn’t easy and that control wasn't really a thing for the first little while. So she wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t see him unless she forced it for a few months. She would give it a little while before she gave in and did just that, though.
“I haven’t actually seen him yet.”
***
“That wasn’t something he wanted,” Thomas said. He wasn’t best friends with Stiles or anything, but he knew him well enough to know that he’d resisted becoming a werewolf for years. Of course, when it had come down to life or death, he’d done what needed to be done. Thomas believed that was what anyone would do. Anyone who valued life, anyway.
“It’s good that he has people here who can help him, anyway.”
This place had plenty of werewolves.
***
Lydia didn’t have the impression, from what she had heard about it, that Stiles had had much of an option to make a decision about it. What had happened had happened though and he’d learn to live with it.
“Yeah.” She poked a little at her soup. “He’ll be fine. I mean, he’s living with the werewolves he’s dating now so he has all the help he could want.” Lydia had opinions about Stiles’ romantic life, very few of which were positive, but he was happy so she let him do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like she was his mom or anything, anyway.
***
Thomas chose not to think about Stiles’s romantic life. First of all, he didn’t really care. Secondly, Lydia had, in the past, had an odd place in it. Lastly, being in a threesome with two werewolves was just odd.
“That’s good.” It was, too. He was glad he was doing okay. He knew it would upset Lydia if he wasn’t.
He watched her for a bit, relaxing. She still wasn’t completely herself, but she was through the rough patch that had worried him so very, very much.
“Do you want some more sleep, or do you want me to see if I can make you a place out on the couch?”
***
Lydia had, in no uncertain terms, been told to rest and keep off her leg as much as possible.
“Help me out to the couch.” She didn’t listen very well to being told what to do, even when it was in her best medical interests. “You can suffer through a movie or something.” They did tend to have wildly different tastes in entertainment, but Lydia always got what she wanted, and Thomas was always well rewarded for putting up with it. The promise of that was still there, despite her injury.
Weeks of being worried about her and weeks more to come of being reminded of it while she healed, had earned him a little compensation, even if a cast was the furthest thing from sexy.
***
It had gotten to the point where Thomas had even stopped arguing about the movies they watched. Letting Lydia see what she wanted to see was so much easier than getting in fights about it every time - fights that she always won anyway.
“Sure,” he said, and unceremoniously lifted her easily in his arms. Normally he would have just dumped her on the couch, but since she was injured, he lowered her carefully, not wanting to make anything worse.
Once she was settled, he sat down beside her.
“It’s so good to have you back.”
And he meant that with every bit of his heart.
***
Normally, Lydia didn’t even mind being dumped on the couch. Because the fact was that she was being carried there in the first place and that was wholly unnecessary at any time. Even now she could have hobbled her way over with his help. Being carried was much better and made her feel a little more like a princess.
What girl didn’t want to feel like a princess?
“It’s good to be back,” she said, immediately leaning against his side, pulling his arm around her. She didn’t mean it quite as deeply, only because she hadn’t realized she’d been gone until coming to in Derek’s house. If their positions were reversed, though, she knew how much she’d have worried, how desperate she’d have been to get him back.
***