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Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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Grey's Anatomy AU? CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia is in the locker room, straddling the bench as she tugs on the medium blue scrubs indicating her status as a surgical intern. She was the first person to arrive for their shift, and having checked the board, she's excited for her line up of surgeries for the day. But she still has some time to kill, so for the moment Dr. Matin is enjoying some peace and quiet.

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles? Is late. Stiles is always late, which is why Stiles is always assigned to the surgeries no one wants and research work no one else likes doing. It's almost like he does it on purpose.

He totally does it on purpose. Sort of. Sometimes. Yes.

So of course Dr Stilinski is late today, assigned the surgeries no one wants today and research for doctors who don't particularly want to do their own at this point. (Like Doctor Hale)

"Lydia."

Nogitsune Fun Times

[bigkanimaoncampus]

Jackson hadn't been back in Beacon Hills long. And he certainly wasn't nearly as involved as he'd been before. He'd been content to cut all ties he had with Scott, Stiles and the rest to return to his old life. Being the most popular kid in school. The captain of several teams. Completely ignoring his raging emotional issues in favor of appearing like everything was perfect.

So he was out of the loop. He knew something was wrong with Stiles. A possession of some sort. And he knew that the night before, something awful had happened. He didn't know how he knew. It was just something he could feel. Which is exactly why he was at school so late that day. The halls and cleared. The last rays of daylight were fading through the doors at the end of the corridor. He'd drowned out the world with loud music and testing the limits of his strength in the weight room. But now in the silence, he couldn't ignore it. He needed to find someone. Ask someone. What the hell was going on? Pulling his phone out, his thumb hovered over Lydia's number. He halted. He'd barely even spoken to her since returning.

[useofcuriosity]

If Scott and his little werewolf pack were like small snacks of chaos and pain and strife, Jackson was like an entire gourmet meal. He could tell that just by looking at him. Anyone could. And he was distracted, so it was easy enough for Stiles to slip into the weight room and watch him from a bench before speaking up. "You make everything look so exhausting."

Gray's Anatomy AU - Date Night

[lefthandedgenius]

The hospital has everything the doctors need to be able to make the necessary transitions from working hours to private life. That's why a few days after the conversation in the intern locker room, Dr. Martin has gone from scrubs to a minidress, and from sneakers to heeled bootlets.

She's waiting by the nurse's station, absently flipping through a chart as she waits.

Re: Gray's Anatomy AU - Date Night

[useofcuriosity]

Scott has pretty much been teasing the hell out of him for being basically obsessed with what he's not even sure is a date-date. He'd even suggested to Stiles that he make it a doubles thing with him and Allison, and go bowling. Stiles had nixed that pretty quick. He didn't even like bowling, and he was pretty sure Scott didn't even know how.

Eventually, he figured out where to take her. Somewhere nice that he could afford. He even found nice clothes that didn't look like he'd slept in them while studying. So that's where he's at, mentally, when he finally makes his way to the nurse's station to pick her up.

See, Lydia? He puts thought into things.

Grey's the 3rd - This Shit Never Gets Old...Until It Does

[lefthandedgenius]

Everything about the surgery should have been textbook.

The patient had been in good health save for the surgery that had been required. So when the heart gave out, everyone had been surprised, and everyone had moved quickly to deal with the complication. It hadn't been enough. Lydia was holding the man's heart between her hands, trying to massage it, stimulate it into beating again.

Somehow, before it happened, she just seemed to know, in some fundamental way she cannot explain. The review had cleared her, she'd done everything she was supposed to do, and now all that's left is to deal with her first loss on an operating table. She knew it was inevitable, and yet nothing could truly prepare her.

She sits in a tight huddle in the stairwell, hands pressed to her mouth to keep her sobs from being heard. She doesn't want anyone seeing her cry.

[useofcuriosity]

When he's heard about what happened, and of course he heard about it gossip spread around this place like foxfire, he'd been worried. Worried about her, because she was Lydia Martin, and he seriously doubted anything like this had ever happened under her watch before. Especially not with her hands in a man's chest.

So he was worried, and he convinced Scott to take his shift. Went looking for her. She wasn't hard to find, really. There were only so many places to hide in this place. When he did find her, he didn't speak. A first for him, honestly. He sat on the step above the one she sat on and waited.

Did someone say Zombies?

[unconventional_alpha]

It had been six months since everything had changed. Scott had honestly thought the werewolf thing was a bad point in his life, but that was nothing compared to what had happened after the first reports came in about the attacks. And then everything had fallen apart. They'd stayed together as a group though, for the most part.

Derek and his pack had gone off on their own about three months in. It hadn't been a good parting but it had been their choice and Scott hadn't been able to stop them. Honestly, he'd been surprised they'd lasted that long.

He'd deferred to Chris a lot because he knew how to survive, he taught them how to shoot, how to care for the weapons he'd brought and when he'd fallen trying to protect Allison and Lydia, it had been Lydia who'd finished him off.

Allison had changed after that, even more so than after her mother's death. It was like she'd lost everything that anchored her. Scott tried to help, but there was nothing he could do and when she fell to them, Scott handled it.

He didn't speak for two days after that, just focusing on getting them to safety. Lydia had turned into one of their best assets next to Stiles. When she was bitten, though, she took matters into her own hands and that was the last night either Scott or Stiles slept alone.

They adjusted though and still tried to keep some level of normalcy, but now...

Scott stood in the middle of a creek, pouring water over himself as he tried not to think about the morning. It had been a supply run and he and Stiles had gone, but by the time they'd made it back to camp...

Well, they'd taken care of their own parent respectively and buried them. Which just left him and Stiles. A werewolf who'd refused to kill anyone because there was always another option and his best friend...

Scott closed his eyes, hands running through his wet hair before he walked towards the bank and levered himself out of the water. Killing had become a way of life now and while he knew there was no other way, parts of him had died and were still dying with every familiar face he'd put in the ground.

He was careful coming back to the camp they'd made. There was no fire though, because it could attract attention and Scott dropped down beside where Stiles was sitting, his gaze shifting up towards the moon.

Another week before it was full...

[useofcuriosity]

Stiles kept his weapons clean, like Argent had taught them and he tried to keep his mind clear like Deaton had taught them. But it was...difficult. Even with the supply runs, there wasn't always time to find medication. Certainly not medication that wasn't exactly life sustaining.

So he was always thinking. He was always thinking, and it was always in his head that maybe they should've followed Derek and Cora wherever they'd gone. South America, maybe? The virus or...whatever had done this to the world, it was probably down there too. But maybe not. Maybe it wasn't, and if it wasn't maybe everyone'd still be alive. Melissa, Allison, Lydia, Argent. His father.

He didn't even know if he'd be alive, come next week or the week after. Scott...he had a feeling he'd at least survive this. If he'd be himself...that Stiles didn't know. Not really.

But he'd never seen a werewolf fall from the bite of a zombie. And that was another thing he couldn't get out of his head.

When Scott sat down, he looked up at the moon with him. "Where do we go now?"

Grey's - Insert Plane Pun Here

[lefthandedgenius]

They both got selected for the organ run, which means that Lydia and Stiles are on the plane, a cooler with a heart and lung pairing resting at their feet. Lydia's fingers are laced into Stiles' on the arm rest, and with her head on his shoulder, she's in a light doze.

Re: Grey's - Insert Plane Pun Here

[useofcuriosity]

And Stiles? Is fine with alternatively dozing beside her and keeping an eye on the cooler at their feet. He's awake, however, when the plane jerks and shakes.

Under Da Sea

[lefthandedgenius]

She remembers the first time she saw him. She'd been a child then, and he was the same age, she had thought. He was pale and skinny, and he'd been wearing floaties. Every year he'd come with his mother and father, and she'd watch from afar.

But then the mother stopped coming, and eventually the boy and his father didn't come anymore either. Every year, right as the land began its warm season, she waited and watched to see if the boy would come.

She decided she would come and wait one last time. To see if the boy and his father would come one last time.

[useofcuriosity]

It had gotten to be too much to handle, coming here with his father. Too many good memories that would get tainted by the bad memories of a hospital, a funeral, a grave. And then there were werewolves and darach and god knows what else to deal with, and there didn't ever really seem to be a lot of time to go to the beach. The ocean, or whatever.

But this year, when he was eighteen and he was thinking about whether he should leave to go to school or stay and be here, he had the time. A bit of calm and he could come to the water. Think. Clear his head.

Grey's AU - The MRI

[lefthandedgenius]

Before he actually lays down, Lydia is in the MRI suite with Stiles, holding onto both of his hands. "You know how this works." she tells him gently. "Just keep still and I'll be there the whole time. You'll hear me through the whole thing. Okay?"

Re: Grey's AU - The MRI

[useofcuriosity]

He won't lie and say he's not nervous. He's incredibly nervous, and glad that she's here. And really glad he didn't tell his dad he was doing this today. It's going to be freaky enough without worrying about his dad. "I know. I know." Taking a deep breath. "I'm good. It'll be good."

Grey's - The Results

[lefthandedgenius]

It takes time to get MRI results back. Lydia was able to distract Stiles for a day or two, since when she wasn't around to take his mind off of it, work did the job for them. They both had surgeries and patients to handle and shifts in the ER.

(The rumor going around that Lydia had made a swap monkey deal so she could take that day off with Stiles was totally false. Totally.)

But now it's the end of a shift and she's in the locker room putting on her street clothes as she glances at the door, waiting for Stiles to come through with news of his results.

Re: Grey's - The Results

[useofcuriosity]

One could be forgiven if they thought the results were bad, he looks pretty grim when he finally comes in with the papers with his MRI results. He certainly doesn't look happy. He sits down beside her, looking down at the papers in confusion and vague upset.

So, when he finally speaks, it's...probably strange. "No atrophy. No decay." And yet, he's still forgetting things. He's still having...odd moments in the day. Vague hallucinations that he honestly can't remember if he mentioned to Lydia or not, or when they even started.

post boomtown - 6 months later

[that_cost]

The weirdest part about leaving New Dodge wasn't going home with Stiles or Tori. They were the people she belonged with, her goofy boyfriend and their precious almost one year old daughter.

No, the weird part was apparently Eli'd made sure there was a way for Charlie to have a normal life. Apparently someone there owed him and Charlie found herself with a really good job as co-manager of a local coffee shop. And she found herself with a social security number that she could use without worry.

But Charlie settled in soon enough to a routine and god bless it because it got her and Stiles and Tori an alright apartment. And even after the weirdness that is discovering he was suddenly a grandfather, Stiles' dad took to Tori better than expected.

Now, six months later on a day off, Charlie sat under an umbrella on the beach, watching her daughter with a smile on her face. Tori sat nearby with a small bucket and pail, doing her best to get sand in the bucket and growing frustrated while it got everywhere and Stiles? He'd wandered off to get them food.

This was pretty much perfect.

Re: post boomtown - 6 months later

[useofcuriosity]

Wandered off to get him food, and eventually wandered back. With food. Successful mission! "Having fun?" he asked Charlie, watching Tori play with the sand. He could remember doing the same thing with his own parents.

Lydia | Nogitsune!

[lydiascreams]

[Pick a canon point? Can be either late 3B or post 3b for added angst.]

Lydia is driving home when she feels herself turn toward the highway instead. It's a pull, one she's been growing used to after it's been happening so much. She doesn't hear anything, she just drives and hopes whatever she's about to find isn't going to be so bad.

It's late, past ten already and the school is completely empty but she finds herself parking there. She doesn't really get memory loses anymore but she also doesn't feel like she's in complete control over her actions when these things happen. It's something she wants desperately to be able to control but she's just not there yet.

The lights on the Lacrosse field are on and even as she is pulled toward it, she wants to stop. Because it reminds her of the night of the Winter Formal, and Peter. But it's not Peter who is standing there this time.

She frowns and finally stops a few feet from him.

"Stiles?"

Post 3b?

[useofcuriosity]

[They'd removed him from the secondary host, of course they had. But he'd held on a little bit in Stiles' brain, and little by little over the past few months he'd come trickling back in. It hadn't been easy, of course not. He'd been in that box made from the nemeton. But a box made of magical wood wasn't as powerful as an entire tree of it. And finally, finally he'd woken up one night in the middle of one of Stiles' ever present nightmares.

Woken up, and apparently walked here in barefeet and sleep clothes. But whatever. He was here. A little disoriented, but here.

And so was she. Of course she was.] He hesitated for a moment before turning around.]

Lydia.

stiles and malia go lingerie shopping

[tippytoes]

[ As she'd said, she was over that night, crawling in through his window, kicking off her boots and crawling into bed with him, curling up around him from behind. She slept better this way. It was warmer, she was relaxed, it was just... better. Her father and she's relationship was still rocky, even after her stay at Eichen House. The explanation they'd given him was weak, at best, but he'd accepted it, and her, back into his life. Now that thread was tenuous and they barely spoke. It isn't easy going back into a life you left almost a decade ago, and it's even harder to bring someone back that you thought had died, that you'd mourned over and moved on from (for the most part; mr Tate was nothing if not a little obsessive himself).

The point was, Stiles' house almost felt more like a home to her than the actual home she lived in did, and that was why she was over there as many nights a week as she was. He's asleep by the time she manages to get out and get there, and she's soon following him into slumber the minute she's curled up under his blankets with him. Morning comes, and she's still curled up at his side, face pressed into his neck, legs twined with his, although one of her over the knee socks has scrunched it's way down to her ankle, and her shirt is hiked up and wrinkled. She's in the soft grey space between sleeping and awake when the light hits her, and she lays still, testing to see if he's awoken yet, too. ]

Re: stiles and malia go lingerie shopping

[useofcuriosity]

[Her coming over has been a help to him too. It's been something new to focus on while he's tried to 'get over' everything that happened with the nogitsune.

It's been difficult, to say the least. But she's helped. A lot.

He's been awake for a little while, watching her sleep and still dozing a little himself. Eventually, he smiles and caaaarefully pokes her in the shoulder.]

Morning.

GA (New Year's Eve)

[lefthandedgenius]

[New Years Eve at the hospital is a hurry-up-and-wait sort of affair; long periods of nothing to do bridged by bouts of rapid activity. It's also, the residents have learned, a good night for potential organ donation. Mixed bag.

Lydia and Stiles have both drawn the lot for this evening; having gotten Christmas off they make up for it by having to work the double of both Eve and New Years Day. It's Lydia who suggested they get as much sleep as they can, which is why, about an hour and a half before their shift, she lifts her head off his chest in the dark on-call room and gives him a gentle nudge.]

Stiles. Wake up.

Re: GA (New Year's Eve)

[useofcuriosity]

[Stiles is not QUITE looking forward to the doubleshift, but anything was worth getting Christmas off. So. Awake he goes.]

I'm awake, I'm awake.