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Lydia’s head hurt. It hurt and she wasn’t happy that her alarm was going off. Squinting at her bedside table, she groaned loudly to realize it was 6:00 in the morning. She hadn’t gotten up that early in weeks, and couldn’t remember why she’d set it that early now. She reached out and smacked it off, settling back into her pillow with a sigh.
Someone sighed behind her, and Lydia’s eyes snapped back open, suddenly wide awake. She definitely would have remembered sleeping with someone last night.
Picking at the comforter pulled up to her chin, Lydia very slowly turned over in bed, swallowing nervously as her eyes landed on a mop of brownish-blond hair. He had his back to her, and without even looking she knew neither of them were dressed. Eyes flying up to the ceiling to send up a prayer that he wouldn’t wake up, Lydia very carefully shifted the blankets off of herself, and slid out of bed.
She sighed with relief as her feet touched the floor, managing not to wake her bedmate. Now naked and standing beside her bed, Lydia glanced around herself to try and find something to put on. Something silk and green hanging from the back of the closet caught her attention, and Lydia was halfway across the room and reaching for it for it just in time to realize that she wasn’t in her room.
The robe hung off her shoulders as that information sunk in, heart rate picking up. Not caring that what she was wearing probably didn’t belong to her, Lydia quickly cinched the belt around her waist and spun around, looking for anything familiar to identify her surroundings.
There was nothing.
With a sharp look at the man still asleep, the possibility that she had been drugged flashed across her mind. But she felt fine, other than the ache at her temples and being very naked. Lydia ran her fingers through her hair, already over the drugged scenario, and went back to gauging her surroundings. There was a dresser against the left wall that had picture frames on it. Glancing once last time at the bed to make sure her mystery sleeping companion was in fact - still asleep, Lydia hurried over to the dresser and started opening drawers. Mens and womens clothes were all folded neatly into the bureau, but nothing very distinguishable (totally cute though, and if she ever figured out where she was she was definitely stealing some). With a sigh, Lydia braced her hands against one of the open drawers and finally glanced up at the pictures; her heart stopped.
They were photos of her, her friends - Lydia reached for one as her heart restarted at double time, nothing but heavy thumps against her chest and blood rushing in her ears. She stared at a a picture of herself, a little older maybe, wearing a cap and gown with her arms wrapped around Isaac Lahey of all people. Stiles was making faces at the camera just off to the side, but she could hardly see that. In the photo, Isaac’s hand was hanging off her shoulder, his fingers twined into the ends of her hair, his grin lazy, body language relaxed; and she looked absolutely contente leaning against his chest.
“Would you chill out? Your heart rate is driving me crazy.”
Lydia spun around, heart in her throat and eyes widening. “I...Isaac?”
He twisted in bed, one arm coming up to rub his eyes sleepily as he peered at her. “Lydia?” he blinked. “ What are you wearing? Are you naked?”
Lydia didn’t even bother to roll her eyes at the very 17-year old boy response, instead she walked toward him, avoiding the way the comforter slid down his naked torso as he sat up to stare. Her knees hit the edge of the bed. “Where are we?”
Isaac cocked his head to the side in confusion, and he looked around them; eyebrows climbing higher and higher on his forehead. “This isn’t my room,” he said dumbly, looking back at her. “Is this your house?”
Lydia shook her head. “I just woke up,” she said, pointing to the other side of the bed.
Isaac followed her gesture, paused, and whipped his head back around. “We slept together?”
She doubted it. “I can’t remember anything.”
Isaac nodded, agreeing, looking at someplace around her thighs as he picked at the edge of the comforter. “Weird,” he muttered. “Really weird.” He paused, chewing on his lip. “I’m gonna call Derek...or Scott, maybe they know what happened.”
Which lead to another problem; Lydia sighed. “I don’t know where my stuff is.” He frowned.
“Little too clean in here for a kidnapping,” he muttered. “Plus, who would strip us and put us into a bed together? What the hell would that accomplish?”
“Confusion and distraction before whoever kidnapped us comes back and murders us,” Lydia suggested sweetly, batting her eyelashes. Isaac cracked a grin.
“Right, always that,” he shook his head, making a move to get out of the bed and stopping. “Uh...turn around?”
Lydia raised an eyebrow. “What? Oh!” promptly turning on her heel, Lydia turned her eyes up to the ceiling as she listened to Isaac climb out of bed and look around for something to wear. Her eyes caught his reflection in the mirror over the bureau she was facing, and tilted her head at the pleasant sight of his bare ass before it was covered up. Isaac wrapped a discarded blanket around his waist, turning around just in time to catch her staring at him through the mirror. He blushed; she grinned.
“Sorry,” she said, not very sorry at all, and turned around to face him. Glancing pointedly down at his attempt at decency, Lydia quirked an eyebrow and cocked her head at him. “Really?”
Isaac lifted an arm in a what-am-I-supposed-to-do gesture, dropping it again with a smack against his thigh and looking over his shoulder. “Should we steal some stuff to wear?”
Lydia shrugged thoughtfully, not having thought of that as an option. She turned back toward the dresser, but before she had taken a step Isaac’s voice stopped her cold. “Wait, what’s that?”
“What’s what?” she asked, heart speeding up. In the mirror, she watched him point at her hand, and the picture frame she was still holding. She didn’t want him to see it, she was fine pretending they had been kidnapped and someone was just playing a joke on them or this was all just a weird dream; if she showed him the picture it would mean something else.
“Lydia, what is that?”
She swallowed, tilting the frame away from his view. “Something I found,” she said carefully. He took a step forward, and she whirled around, eyes wide. “Isaac-”
“Who’s in it? Do we know them?”
She licked her lips, uncertain. “It’s...us.”
He frowned. Hard. “What do you mean ‘us’?” he held out his hand for the frame. “Let me see.”
Lydia made a face. “Maybe we should find clothes first-”
“Lydia.”
She sighed, handing over the frame and crossing her arms over her chest, leaning back on her heels as she waited for shit to hit the fan. She didn’t know Isaac well, but she didn’t think anyone would take something so weird like this with stride. He stared at the picture of them together for a full minute, the seconds ticking away as he stared when they could be learning more about their surroundings.
“What the hell is this?” he murmured, head tilting to the side as he tried to take in the picture from a different angle. “Are there more?”
Lydia shrugged. “I just noticed this one,” she gestured over her shoulder. “There are other’s though, but I didn’t look too closely....” she trailed off, unsure about what to say. This was just too-
“So weird,” Isaac said, interrupting her thoughts and tossing the picture frame onto the bed dismissively. “Someone’s doing a lot of work to freak us out.”
Lydia nodded in agreement, feeling like an ass kicking was in order. “I’m gonna check the closet, the dressers got jeans and stuff in it I think.”
“Awesome,” murmured Isaac, sliding past her. She headed straight for the partially opened door near Isaac’s side of the bed, flipping on the light and raising an eyebrow at the cute shoes inside. She grabbed something off a hanger, looking over her shoulder to see Isaac busy staring suspiciously at a pair of boxer briefs; pulling off the robe, she slipped the dress in her hands over her head, surprised that it actually sort of fit her. Lydia brushed her fingers across the short sleeve, liking the color and the cut.
Distracted, Lydia walked out of the closet, looking up in time to watch Isaac pull a t-shirt over his head. “Find something that fits?”
“It all fits,” Isaac answered, turning toward her. He was wearing a pair of dark colored jeans, and she didn’t want to know if he decided to go comando in them or not. He nodded at her, eyes sweeping down her front. “You look pretty.”
“I’m sure that’s not true,” said Lydia dismissively, heart fluttering appreciatively at the compliment anyway, even as she checked herself in the mirror. No make-up, hair slightly tangled on one side. Running her fingers through her hair to try and tame it, Lydia made her way to the bedroom door. “Find anything?”
“Nope,” shrugged Isaac. “Just a bunch of pictures of our friends, one of your parents, I think. And one of my brother.”
Lydia shook her head, avoiding the dresser; she’d been freaked out enough for one morning, she didn’t need a repeat. “Let’s get out of here.”
“With you on that.”
Lydia grinned at him, turning the doorknob and stepping out into the hallway, just as another door across from theirs opened. Lydia paused, feeling Isaac stop behind her, as a redheaded girl in batman pj pants and a tanktop stepped out. She looked up, and Lydia felt her breath catch as the bluest eyes she had ever seen stared back at her. She looked like she was about fourteen.
“Morning,” she grumbled, rubbing her eyes with a wide yawn and headed down the hall, opening another door and closing it with a snap. A second later they heard the sound of a shower turning on, and Lydia whirled to face Isaac, eyes wide.
“What the holy hell was that?”
Isaac was staring open mouthed at the place the redhead had disappeared through, not breathing. Lydia’s face scrunched up, whacking him hard in the chest. “Hey! Pay attention.”
Isaac rubbed his chest, glaring at her. “Ow.”
Lydia sneered, but didn’t say anything, turning on her heel. With one worried glance toward the bathroom, she crossed the hall quickly and opened the door the younger girl had come out of. Peaking in, Lydia saw all the normal teenage girl things; nothing suspicious at all. Turning back to Isaac, she made a face. “I don’t get it.”
He shook his head, breezing past her and heading down the hall. “I’m gonna look for a phone.”
“Well...wait for me!” He did, turning back to stare impatiently at her until she caught up, then took the lead. The hallway opened up to a wide balcony with stairs leading down to the ground floor, another set of doors down a corridor on the other side. Isaac glanced at her, Lydia shrugged.
“Is there anyone else here?” she asked worriedly, glancing over her shoulder. Isaac paused, frowning to listen for any signs of life - and Lydia mentally smacked herself because she should have suggested that before they started wandering around. He shook his head.
“Just one other, down that way,” he gestured down the hall they hadn’t gone down, and Isaac looked at her expectantly, like he was waiting for her to tell him what to do.
“We should just get out of here as fast as we can,” said Lydia, starting down the stairs as she spoke. There were picture frames on the wall and she glanced at one on her way down; she nearly tripped in shock, saved only by the banister and Isaac’s sudden appearance at her elbow to keep her standing.
“You okay?”
“That, um,” Lydia felt lightheaded, leaning back against Isaac for support as she gestured wordlessly to the picture on the wall. It was them - a little older looking, with two kids standing next to them; the girl from the hallway with Isaac’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, and a boy that looked about eight with brownish blond hair and hazel eyes standing next to Lydia.
Isaac’s hand slid down her arm, resting against her hip in shock as he stared over her shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding against her back. “Who the hell-?”
He was interrupted by a door banging open, and the kid from the photo in front of them came barrelling down the hall pulling a shirt over his head. He ran into the wall next to the stairs, flashing them a grin before flying past them with a “Gotta pee!” shouted at them over his shoulder. The pair stared after him with open mouths, until Lydia couldn’t take it anymore and whirled on Isaac.
“WHAT IS GOING ON?” she asked shrilly, eyes bugging out as she panicked. Isaac shook his head, looking over his shoulder as the shower stopped. He grabbed her hand and dragged her down the rest of the steps, pulling her into what turned out to be the dining room. There were school books stacked on it, backpacks on the ground and a laptop sitting open on a chair. The kitchen was sitting open to their left, clean and waiting to be used. Lydia jerked her hand out of Isaac's, looking around herself wildly to try and find something to help her figure out what was going on.
Of course, she sort of knew what was happening. Had ever since she found that picture in their room. Because it was their room; because she and Isaac lived in this house together. She swallowed hard, pressing her hands to her mouth.
“We’re in the future.”