The Reluctant Champion

by thequietone309

Six months after the series finale, Scott McCall has been feeling helpless and doubting that he's a good alpha by the way things have gone with him and his friends. He has also been having dreams such vivid about a young woman he has never met. With the way things have been going Scott just wants an ending where no one dies because of him and that he can finally get it right.

1. Chapter 1 Dream Girl

Scott runs through the dark woods as he is being pursued by galloping as it echoed from behind. Lightning clattered across the sky as rain plummeted to the ground.

Scott turns his head to get a glimpse of his pursuers as they wearing armor as if knights from medieval times riding on horse back as they galloped after him.

Soon the ground from under him disappeared as he fell before he hit the ground as he found himself in a cave. He then walks through the caverns trying to find a way out as he finds a stone table as he walks to it, he sees a girl wearing a white dress as she sleeps in what seems to be a death like sleep. He also notices that she is shackled from the wrists and ankles.

The girl opens her eyes as they show to be more monstrous than human, but yet it does not affect her beauty.

"Silly boy, tis foolish to migrate into others dreams"

Scott steps back taken back by this as they girl falls back to sleep, then he hears something from behind, he turns around only to see an ax coming at him from an unknown entity that wears a dragon mask as he lets out a scream.

Scott jerks up out of his sleep as his eyes glowed crimson red he breaths as if he had been running just like in the dream. He turns to his bedroom window as the moon as big as it had ever seen before, but shines an eerie glow as if showing him a sign that something is about come out from behind the curtains.

Derek has returned from his mission as he stands by his car on his cellphone contemplating on calling or even leaving a voice message, until he soon makes up his mind.

"Cora, it's Derek, I'm back in Beckon Hills, I know I told you to stay in Brazil, but we need to talk something's coming. I need you back here, I've found something and I need you here." he warned hanging up the phone.

He ventures into his car, but just before he could bring the car to life a bloodied hand slams on his window, he looks up and sees the girl that appeared in Scotts dream standing there before falling backwards. He quickly gets out of his car and goes to the girl, who is fighting to stay awake.

"Hey what happened, are you okay? Derek sounding panic.

The girl loses consciousness and Derek looks at her wounds at her wrists before taking her into his arms and bringing her to his car.

Scott having a hard time getting back to sleep is at his desk sketching away the sketch of the girl he saw. He then puts it on his wall as other sketches of his dreams could be seen hanging on the wall each of which is about the girl as he had been plagued by these dreams for the passed six months just after starting his first year of college after the Ghost Riders.

Lighting flashes, he goes to look out his window and notices storm clouds rolling in before thunder clattered just like in his dream. He gets back in his bed and pulled the covers over him covering his ears.

The hospital was experiencing some problems with the electricity as everything began to go out before turning back on as the lights flickered. Melissa McCall let's out a sigh as she goes to the desk to take a clipboard.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get tired of these storms, just once I wish the weather man would be right? She joked.

"Girl I know the feeling." A nurse said.

Melissa smiled just before she was about to take her shift, but the mood soon turned.

The doors could be heard being busted opened as Melissa turns to see Derek with the girl cradled in his arms.

"I need some help here!" Derek shouted in concern.

Melissa stood there stunned dropping the clipboard, "Not again."

Morning came and Scott walked the college campus with his head down trying to stay awake. Scott was at the campus library as he tried to get ready for an exam. He flipped through a pages before freezing on a page that showed the four horsemen that chased them in the dream.

"Scott?" someone said.

Scott jumps to see his best friend Stiles standing there concerned, "You okay?"

"Yeah." Scott says trying to sound normal as best he could.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?"

"Just that you look like hell."

"Well that Anthropology exam's going to kill us."

"I hear ya, only I still don't know how Mr. Fenris got his job back as a professor?"

"Can't blame him, we did scare him out of Echin."

"Yeah, never thought he'd make a tough teacher."

"Yeah."

"What are you reading?"

"Some Knights of the roundtable thing."

Stiles gave Scott a look that showed that his friend was wrong, "Scott that's the Four Horsemen."

Scott looked back at the picture as he soon realized that those riders were the Horsemen.

"Horsemen."

"Yeah, you know the four house men of the apocalypse, revelations. Why are you reading this?"

Scott tried to think of something, but the dream kept coming at him like a car crash, he quickly gets up to his feet nearly toppling his chair making Stiles step back.

"You okay?" Stiles asked as his best friend looked white as a ghost.

"Sorry, I just really need to go to the bathroom right now." Scott said.

Scott heads to the bathroom as if someone was chasing him. He rinses his face with cold water trying to get himself to wake up, he grabs some paper towels to wipe his face before turning the faucet off and looks up towards the mirror where something catches him off guard.

He notices the walls had vines on them until he steps back and realized he's not in the bathroom anymore even the sink and mirror are still there. He finds himself in a cemetery as ash falls like snow, he looks around before turning back to the mirror only to find a mausoleum instead.

He's confused and horrified unsure how he got there or why ash is falling. He then hears footsteps as if someone is running. He looks around only to find that its deserted until he hears footsteps behind him, but more like running away from him. He turns to find someone running in a cloak.

"Hey!" he calls.

The cloaked wanderer stops dead in their tracks, before turning to face him. Scott face turns to awe, when it was the girl who was once shackled had now been free, but soon finds that there is a new horror as he sees blooded tracks stopping where she is only to find her bare feet blooded as if she had been running for awhile he also sees that she is covered in scratches that are too deep to be just from a tree branch.

A loud growl was heard, Scott turns away from her for a brief second when a monster comes out of nowhere and pounces on the girl as her cries and screams grab Scott's attention. He goes to try to get to the girl.

He wakes up screaming only to find himself in class with people turning to face him as he is in a cold sweat breathing hard as if had been running. He looks at his hands to find his nails blooded and nearly out of his fingers.

Meanwhile, Derek sits and watches over the girl. Melissa comes into the room.

"Psst, Derek."

He turns and gets up form his chair as she gestures for him to come outside. He does and meets her in the hallway where she holds a case file in her hands.

"I did some more research and I found that last night wasn't the first time she's been found sleep walking. She's been in a coma for the passed six months and the first incident happened two months after she was admitted, one of the security guards found her wandering the halls, when he ordered her to stop she didn't and when he went to grab her, he states that she swung at him before falling to the floor, breaking his jaw. Two months after that one of the female nurses was giving her medication when all of a sudden she grabbed her when the nurse went to get her hand back, she wouldn't' let go, one of the male nurses came to help, she swung at his arm breaking it. Now two months later this happened, now you said you found her in the woods?"

"Actually it was the other way around, only when I went to her aid, I saw she was all blooded up." He explained

"Well some of it is hers and the other is animal, and the other," she leans in closed to him, "We can't seem to find, meaning something else got to her because the animal's blood is a deer and I don't think a deer is going to make one hell of a wound on her back. If she is something supernatural or just one strong girl, I don't want a remake of what happened three years ago at the police station."

"There won't be, I'll go to the woods and see if I can find what ran into her, because if something's running around she may not be the first that had a run in with this thing."

"Great because I would hate to think we're harboring a murderer."

"She's not." Derek exclaimed.

Melissa was a bit taken back by his tone, "Do you know her?"

"No." Derek stated.

He turned to the room where the girl slept he soon started to reconsider doing what he promised before.

"Hey, she'll be fine, I promise. We'll keep an eye on her and if anything changes I'll call as simple as that."

Derek nodded

He went back into the room to get his jacket just when he was about to walk out the room he took one look back at the girl as if making a silent promise to her saying he'll return before leaving.

Stiles was at lacrosse practice for collage varsity when he noticed something was missing. It was Scott who was missing he sat on the bench in the locker room staring at the floor. He looked at his hands which were now healed, but he could get the painful screaming out of his head as it echoed, he covered his ears hoping it would drown it out.

"Scott."

Scott looked up and turned to see his best friend standing there with a look of concern.

"Sorry, I just haven't been myself lately." He said almost ashamed.

"What happened there in class?" Stiles asked.

"I guess I must've fallen asleep."

"No you didn't."

"I didn't?"

Stiles shook he head, but Scott knew he was holding back, he could sense it.

"What happened?" he asked.

Stiles shook his head not wanted to make things worse.

"Stiles, please."

Stiles went up to his locker and took his backpack out, he was almost contemplating to do so, but Scott was his best friend and all he wanted was for him to be okay. He shut the locker door knowing fully well there was no turning back. Stiles went across from Scott and pulled out some papers and gave them to him.

Scott looked at the papers and was confused.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It's yours." Stiles answered as if it pained him to admit.

Scott saw the handwriting and it was his alright, only he doesn't remember ever writing them.

"You were like a mad man in a trance writing away like your life depended on it." Stiles explained.

Scott looked at the words he wrote, Save her, protect her, save her, protect her, save her protect her.

"Who were you trying to save?" Stiles finally asked.

"I don't know, but I think she needs me." Scott answered as if answering the call.

"Who?"

"I don't know, but she's in trouble, and I have to find her, protect her, save her."

"From what?"

"Something bad."

"Like how bad, like bad or as in "bad" as in our bad?"

"Bad as in something's coming, something big."

As if a call, Derek was out in the woods trying to retrace the girl's steps. The woods took on a different persona in the daytime rather than at night. He looked at the bloody footprint trying to figure out what direction she may had come from.

"So, this is where you wanted to met, not at some diner or Starbucks?" Cora asked.

"Not impressed, the last time I found you were in a vault in an abandon bank?"

"Well we weren't going on a scavenger hunt were we?"

"You weren't, I was." Derek standing up to look at his younger sister, "It's good to see you again."

"You too, so mind telling me why I'm here, and what this big thing coming?"

"I don't know, but a girl was attacked last night and I intend to find out."

Derek caught whiff of something and started to follow it, as he did he saw the traces of blood as they are seen going away from the scene, he follows it only to be met with a corpse where the flies and crows had gotten to it.

Cora quickly covered her nose and Derek goes up to the corpse as he sees that its claws are still out. He looks at its teeth and sees that it was a Wendigo that has had its throat ripped out explaining the unidentified blood that Melissa had examine.

"What is it?" Cora asked muffled by her sleeve.

"Wendigo, she wasn't the first, but she was his last, looks like he met his match."

"Who?"

"A girl." Derek gets up and starts to make his way back to his car to get back to the hospital to give Melissa the news.

Scott on the other hand was at the hospital, seems like his lack of sleep as finally gotten to him and the hopes of not using anything to help him with that has come to that.

Melissa walks up the hall where Scott catches her.

"Mom." He says.

"Scott hey what are you doing here, I thought you'd be in class." She said.

"I am, I mean I was, I just wanted to see well wanted to ask if I could-"

A crash cart had crashed to the floor making the nurses panic.

"Wait one second Scott." Melissa said running to help.

Scott stood there until the lights started to flicker, he hears a whisper coming from behind, he turned and see something in the shadows at the end of the hall before disappear behind a wall. He followed it only to find himself in a darkened hallway where the lights flickered rapidly. He heard a scream for help.

"Where are you?" Scott cried trying to find out where the cries for help were coming from, which later turned to screams he covers his ears as he soon starts to hear galloping coming from down the hall.

He quickly retreats into a room and shuts the door. He rested his head on the door hoping that the coolness would cool him down. He steps away from the door and turns around only to be met with a site he thought would never come, that would always leave him questioning his sanity.

He sees the girl who plagued him in his dreams, the girl he could never save, the girl he wondered if she was real or not, and she was indeed real. He steadily almost hesitantly walks up to the girl's bed where she lays still and almost dead. the images for her shackled on the stone table come to play as she almost lays just like that, but in a less medieval feel.

"You're real." He said on the verge of tears shocked that he was not dreaming.

He looks are her wrists and notices it is bandages that take the place of shackles. He goes to touch her, but he soon grabbed from behind and thrown into the hall, with his back meeting the hard impact of a wall. Scott doesn't have time to get out of the daze when he's picked up again and thrown across the hall with his back sliding across the floor.

Scott shakes his head has his eye grow red and teeth grow sharp as he gets up to his feet to meet his attacker only to find that it was Derek who had attacked him as he too had his teeth and claws out as his eye glowed electric blue.

"Derek?" Scott said shocked to see Derek in the flesh.

"What are you doing here Scott?" Derek asked.

"I should be asking you the same thing, you're back?"

"Yeah."

"Since when?"

"A week."

"A week, and you didn't think that you should call and let us know? You leave and you only give us cryptic messages, what the hell is that?"

"Well maybe I did it to protect you."

"Yeah you keep telling yourself that, to be honest I don't care and I don't have time for this."

Scott tries to make his way towards the girl's room, but is blocked when Derek goes between him and the room.

"Move" Scott said still shifted.

"No." Derek growls.

"I said move." In one swift move Scott pushes Derek hard making him fly across the hall.

Derek rolls to his feet and looks up and growls. Scott welcomed the fight as he ran across the hall towards Derek. He jumps off a wall giving him more momentum when he punches Derek in the jaw. Derek fires back when he punches Scott in the stomach, before grabbing him by the waist and body slamming Scott to the ground, Scott kicks off Derek and rams him into a wall before throwing him to the ground and jumps on top of him punching him three times in the stomach before throwing a punch to his face.

Derek slashes at Scott's face, Scott goes to cover his face before Derek grabs him and pins him to a wall, Scott head butts him making Derek fail back, just when Scott was about to go for an attack someone catches their attention.

"Boys!"

The two stop like statues, they turn their heads to get them to unshift before turning their attention to a gentleman with a bouquet of flowers in hand, who stood amused.

"Everything alright?" he asked with a British accent.

The two were out of breath as they look at each other before turning back to the man.

"Yes." Derek said with gritted teeth as he tried his best not to lunge at Scott to finish their fight.

The gentleman turn to Scott for his answer which all he could do was nod.

"I'm guessing a girl is involved, try as it may they are beautiful yet evil at the same time, they make us go crazy, don't they?"

Derek and Scott couldn't respond to that since this girl is nothing of theirs.

"Well as much as I love lover's quarrels, curse those soup operas, this is a hospital and forgive me for saying this even though I don't know what's going on here, I would really appreciate if you took it outside. This is not a place for fighting not saying you two are here to start trouble, but I think it would best if you left whatever this is, away from here."

"We're sorry." Scott said, he looks at Derek "We didn't mean to cause any trouble."

"We'll be leaving soon anyways." Derek finished.

"Well then, I have a feeling you'll be needing these more than I do." The gentleman gave Derek the flowers, who looked rather confused, but took them to be polite.

"I'm off then, take care and remember what I said."

He leaves leaving the two men there as Scott took his chance to go into the room.

Scott sat by her bed in awe that he's dreams were somehow linked to her. Derek got out of the bathroom with a wash cloth as he patted the girl's head.

"Who is she?" Scott asked.

"I don't know, all that I do know was that last night she was attacked." Derek explained.

Scott jerked up, "What?"

"Wendigo."

"How-"

"I was at the woods last night and she found me, she was all beaten up, that and she somehow managed to kill it."

"She killed it."

"It's throat was ripped out."

"How do you know?"

"Your mom wanted to know what was running around because they found three different types of blood on her, one was hers, the other deer and the third was some unidentified blood which turned out to be Wendigo blood, when I went back and found it. Cora was there too."

"Cora's back."

"Yeah." Derek said with a sigh.

"And you didn't think to tell us."

"I get it, but something's coming and I have to find out what it is, I've just been," he turns to girl, "Sidetracked."

"You feel it too don't you?"

"You don't know anything."

"I know that something's coming just like you do, problem is you don't' know what it is."

"And you do?"

"No." He looks at the girl, "But I think I just might just have found the answer."

"Which is?"

"I have a plan."

Stiles was walking the halls, unsure how he could help his friend with these nightmares, he knows all too well about nightmares and having trouble trying to distinguish what was real and what was not, but he felt that this was way worse.

"Stiles." Someone said.

Stiles looks up to find Lydia standing there.

"Lydia." Stiles says happily has gives her a hug, "Thought you'd be in Oxford."

"Change of plans." She said smiling with teeth.

"Why come back here, wish I was away from here?"

"Still making jokes, thought college life would change that."

"Couldn't if I tried."

"Where's Scott?"

"Scott, I don't know he said he wanted to ask his mom something."

"How's he doing?"

"That's the question, that's the question?"

"I thought you two were living together."

"We are its just," he was hesitant to say, "He's been having these dreams the passed six months, they started after the Ghost riders, just after starting college."

"Maybe he's trying to adjust to college that does happen."

"I know, but this is different, way different. Like he's struggling, battling something, he writes these words he draws these pictures."

"Pictures?"

"Yeah, I don't know what they mean."

"What kind of pictures?"

Stiles looks a Lydia contemplating if he should show her, but he relents and takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and shows it to her.

"He did that this morning." He exclaims.

Lydia sees the picture of the girl and is a bit taken back.

"I don't know what's going on or what to think?" Stiles said.

"Something's coming." Lydia claims.

Scott was at the library late on night researching on dreams, trying to see if the dreams could predict the future. He then hears knocking for behind him, he turns and see the door knob moving as if someone had got locked in the janitor's closet as a joke. Scott looks around and sees that his fellow student body is obvious of this.

He groans as he gets up and heads to the door.

"Hello, do you need help?" he asks.

The knocks start to get more frantic, as he opens the door only to find himself in the woods he turns to see that he is no longer at the library.

Laughing could be heard.

"Hello?" he calls.

The laughing continues as he starts to walk a paved stone path. He follows the laughing and it led him to a clock carved in a tree where the hands were moving absently.

"You know you shouldn't be here." Someone called from behind.

He turns around and finds a young woman sitting in a tree, but not his dream girl.

"Grandmother's starting to get mad, if you don't stop you'll go mad." She warned.

"This can't be-"

"Real." The woman finishes.

Scott swallows, "Yeah."

"Oh it is, it's just not meant for you."

"What?"

The wind starts to pick up as the clock starts to go crazy. He turns to watch it and is trying to make sense of things.

"You need to wake up, you could get hurt if you don't." she exclaims.

"How is this real, I can't sleep, I can't eat, everyday it's the same only a bit different, but one things for sure, she's real. I have to help her." He claims.

As if on cue, a blood curdling scream could be heard, Scott turn to its direction and is about to go to it, when the young woman grabs him by the shoulder.

"Sometimes it's best to let things be." She claims.

A warning fell on deaf ears as Scott pulls away from her grasp and runs towards the screams as it lead him to a road. The screams came from all direction, but couldn't pin point it's source.

"Where are you?!"

Scott could feel the overwhelming sensation of panic as he tried to hard to get a grip everything started to spin all around him as loud ringing could be heard. All of a sudden everything stopped becoming an ear shirking silence. He calms down. Then the brush starts to rustle, he turns unsure what is about to come until the girl comes out of the brush.

Scott looks at the girl as she walks towards him and all he could do, was take the girl into his arms. He finally takes a breath before pulling away to see the girl. He looks at the girl only to find her out of it as if she was on something. Then the unmistakable scent of copper was known a familiar scent that would invite any creature.

He looks down at the girl's side and screams, "NO!"

"Scott!"

Scott comes to find sheriff Stilinski in front of him.

"It's okay, it's alright." Noah soothes.

Scott looks around and finds himself on a road.

"You okay?" Noah asked.

Scott is still taken back by this.

"What are you doing out here?" Noah asks trying to make sense of this.

"It was a dream or I think it was, I thought I had her." Scott finally broke.

"Who?"

"The girl, I thought I had her, no I did, I had her I had her in my arms, I know I did it couldn't have been a dream it was real."

"What are talking about, I found you here on the road, you were out, there was no one else here, just you."

"What?"

"Let's get you home, Stiles is worried about you, your mom's worried about you I'm worried about you. I'm debating on whether or not I should take you to the hospital just for my sake, but I know that won't be necessary since you're a werewolf. What I'm trying to say is I need to know, are you okay?"

Scott tries to find the right words to say, but I know all of them would just be lies, he knew he wasn't okay, he knew that this whole thing wasn't okay, all he could do was be honest with himself, "I think I'm going mad."

Scott was looking through his drawing trying to find a specific one as Stiles stood and watch his friend descend into madness.

"Scott that's enough, okay they're just dreams they're not real." Stiles pleaded.

"She's real." Scott bellowed.

"Wait, what?"

"I saw her."

"Saw her where?"

"At the hospital, she was attacked by a Wendigo and Derek took her there."

"Wait, Derek's back?"

"Yeah, he's been back for a while."

"And you didn't think to tell me."

"I'm sorry Stiles, but I got to find a way to beat this."

"Okay stop, slow down, talk to me."

Scott looked as if he was going to faint at anytime.

"Okay how about we do this." Stiles takes Scott to the bed and sits him down, "Okay start from the beginning, you said the girl is real, okay how can that be I mean six months ago this girl didn't even exist and now out of the blue she's real."

"She's real Stiles." Scott snapped.

"Okay and I'm not saying she's not, I'm just trying to understand this, my dad said he found you on the road. He thinking you've been sleep walking."

Scott looked down ashamed. Stiles begins to feel like his questions aren't really help, he's never doubted his best friend not for a moment, he was just hoping that it wasn't the Nogisune all over again, but after all that Scott never gave up on him the same thing as the ghost riders, so all he could do was do the same for him.

"Okay Scott these dreams you've been trying to save her, what happened in this dream?" Stiles asked.

Scott looked at his friend and knew that he was going from a place of love and genially wanted to help.

"I don't know, I don't remember ever falling asleep or even at woods."

"Never mind that, that doesn't matter what matters is what happened in the dream, did the girl talk to you in the dream?"

"No, someone else."

"Who?"

"I don't know some lady, she looked like she may have been older than us, she was saying that I need to stop this, to let it be, she said something about her grandmother was getting mad."

"What else happened?"

"There was this clock, a clock made from a tree and it was going crazy and then there was laughing then screaming I followed the screams and I saw the girl she came to me and then I could smell blood and she was-"

"What?"

"I stabbed her Stiles." Scott broke as he was remembering the dream his claws were in the girl's side wounding her possibly killing her, "I stabbed her Stiles."

"Scott it was just a dream, it's not real."

"How can I protect her, if I kill her?"

"Scott, she's safe, she's at the hospital, she's safe, she's real, she's alive."

"I have to do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to save her."

"How Scott, they're just dreams I mean we've been through all kinds of things maybe since we started college we're still adjusting, the Ghost Riders, the Chimeras, the Deadpool maybe we're just adapting to this new chapter in our lives, okay I'll admit I do miss it."

"No Stiles, this is different, it's like something is going to happen, something's coming, maybe something bad and I have to stop it."

"You know that's funny because Lydia said the same thing."

At Hospital, Derek slept on the chair until a hand went on his shoulder, he woke up and looked to find Cora standing over him.

"Who is she?" she asked.

"I don't know."

"Is she-"

"Yes."

"What happened to her arm?"

"What?"

"Her arm."

Derek leaned in and saw scars go up and down her right arm, they looked like burns.

"I'm pulling a lot of strings Derek, I'm breaking a whole lot of rules here." Melissa stated.

"I just want to know who she is." Derek claimed.

"If you're looking for a name we don't have one she's a Jane Doe for all we know. She's been her for six months no one has come to claim her since all we do have is name for a sole guardian a Merida Crane, but that's it."

"So she's alone."

"Sadly."

"So what happened?"

"Well all we know is that she was hit by a car. According to the driver she came out of no where and they didn't have time to stop so she hit her."

"Those scars couldn't have been from the crash."

"No, but twenty percent of her body is covered in scar tissue. Second degree burns on her right arm and x-rays show she has some bone fractures which never properly healed and that she may have surgery on her legs which may have been down when she was younger. Which begs the question, where as she been, what happened, and how the hell did she get through it and still survive it?"

Derek looked at the girl, all that he's learned is that she had no name, no one to claim her, she's been through hell and back and she's alone. All the more reason to not let her out of his sight even if it meant making the hospital a second home.

Lydia was in her in an art studio, when she hears a child crying. She goes into the hall and follows the crying. She passes the corner and sees a little girl crying.

Lydia goes to the little girl.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"I'm lost." The girl said through tears.

Lydia was taken back by this as there were no sign of anyone, anywhere because the building was empty.

"Where's your mom?" She asked.

"Don't have a mom."

"Okay where's your dad?"

"Don't have a dad, don't have anyone. I can't let them find me."

"Who? Who can't you let find you?"

"If they find me they'll take me, they'll kill me."

"No one's going to kill you."

"Don't let them find me." The little girl begged.

"No one's going to hurt you, I promise."

The little girl all of a sudden looks and starts to scream. Lydia turns around and is thrown across the hall by a Ghost Rider. The Ghost Rider grabs a hold of the little girl.

Like anyone who made a promise Lydia wasn't going to break hers. Lydia rushes to the girl's aid jumping up to kick the rider in the back which made him flail forward, Lydia grabs the girl's hand as they start to run down the hall.

All of sudden a whip wraps around Lydia's neck yanking her back and slamming her into a wall nearly knocking her out cold. As she fought to stay awake, but her vision started to blur she could make out the little attempting to run as she could hear her screams as the Ghost Rider pursued her.

Then a sudden eerie wind goes through the halls as thunder and lightning make its presence known. The doors fly open as leaves are being blown into the building as if making way for someone's arrival and to Lydia's eyes came what looked to be an entity in armor as if they had come to battle. As her vision began to wear down and her consciousness began to weaken she could only make out the armor warrior walking up to the Ghost Rider with no fear as the Ghost Rider began to walk towards them drawing their gun and in doing so the warrior drew their swords as if prepared to face what comes next.

Lydia came to and found herself back in her chair in the art studio as if none of what had unfolded had even happened. Lydia looked around the room confused and questioning if she had fallen asleep on which she does not even remember ever going to sleep. She looks down at the table, where she finds her hands covered in charcoal, she gets up from the table looking at her hands remember that she was using nothing, but a pencil. She looks up and finds a drawing on the wall that was made with charcoal, she is taken back by this because she can not remember doing it.

"Who are you?" she asks.

The drawing was none other than that armored warrior.

Else where at the Sheriff's station, Sheriff Stilinski was going to have a visitor of his own. He was looking through some case files.

"Seems our old friend had those nights again." Parrish bellowed.

Noah groaned, "For once I would like a peaceful night where I can actually do paper work than sobriety tests."

"How far behind are you?"

"You would think that since everything's been so quiet I would have caught up by now."

"I'll take care of it."

"Thanks."

He claps Parrish on the back as he goes to his office when he rounds the corner, he finds a little girl standing in the middle of the hallway covered in blood. Noah drops the file and is in complete shock of this. He is unsure how she even got in without anyone taking noticed let alone what had happened to her, she was not only covered in blood, but was covered in scraps, teeth marks and claw marks as if an animal had gotten to her.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" He finally spoke.

"Big dog." She said.

"What happened?"

"I think it was a Rottweiler or maybe a German Shepherded, it was big, a big dog mean dog."

"A dog did this to you?"

"It was big one, he let it out."

"Who let the dog out?"

"He let the dog out on me. Is the boy okay?"

"Boy, what boy?"

"There was a boy too, had his dog with him. I lost the dog, but it went after the boy before I could get to them."

Noah was flabbergasted and he was still trying to figure out how the girl was still standing since the wounds seem too deep.

"Sheriff." Parrish called.

"Just a minute." Noah finally said, "We're going to get you to the hospital."

"Don't mind me, go find the boy, is he okay?" the girl said irritated, "Is he okay, is the boy okay?"

"Sweetie what boy?"

"Sheriff?" Parrish said.

Noah looked back at him and saw Parrish standing there, "You need you to call the ambulance."

"Ambulance, why?"

Noah grew frustrated and was about to go off on him when I turned around and saw that the little girl wasn't there.

"Where'd she go?" he asked.

"Who?" Parrish asked.

"There was a little girl right here covered in blood she said she was attacked by a dog." Noah explained.

"There's no girl in the building."

"There was a girl right here."

"Sheriff I only saw you."

Noah looked at the floor only to find that there was no blood left behind as if Parrish was right, there really was no girl like he may have imagined it, but Noah knew what he saw, he's seen a lot of things in his life some things he could explain and some he could not, but if there's one thing for sure he couldn't explain what had just happened for it felt so real and he wouldn't even imaging a child who had been attacked by something as a way to get out of paper work.

"You okay?" Parrish asked.

Noah came to a conclusion, "I think I just saw a ghost."

While Sheriff was still trying to make sense of what he just witnessed, Lydia was trying to do the same only she brought the help of Scott and Stiles as they were trying to make sense of this too.

"So this vision." Stiles tried to understand

"Funny thing it didn't feel like no vision it felt so real." Lydia claimed.

"Any idea who or what this thing is?" Scott asked.

"I don't know, but whatever it was didn't seem to care about going up against a Ghost Rider."

"But why would a Ghost Rider even be here, I thought they left just as soon as I came back." Stiles said, "Scott's dreams, this girl appearing out of nowhere, Derek coming back, and your visions, I'm starting to think that this is bad."

"And getting worse." Scott finished.

"This girl you're dreaming about, any idea who she is or how old she is, is she a little girl?" Lydia asked.

"No, she's like maybe a little bit older than us, like maybe in her twenties." Scott tried to answered.

"Okay then it wasn't the same girl."

"What girl did you see?"

"A little girl possible eight maybe nine, she was saying "Can't let them find me, if they find they'll kill me" She kept saying that and that's when the Ghost Rider came and that thing came and that's when I woke up and I was in this room the whole time and I don't even remember ever drawing that, I don't even remember ever going to sleep."

"So first Scott now you, but Scott's dream girl is real and the little girl you saw is-"

"I don't know, but all I do know is that it felt so real."

Stiles looks at Lydia and something catches his eye, "Hey, did you get hurt or something?"

"No why?"

Stiles leans in, "You're sure?"

"I think I would remember getting hurt Stiles."

"Can you breathe okay?"

"Okay what's up Stiles, because you're starting to creep me out with these questions so obliviously I'm not getting what you're getting and if this is a joke or something I'm not in the mood right now."

"No, Stiles isn't joking, did you get caught on something or did something wrap around your neck?" Scott asked trying to help Stiles get his point across.

"No, why?" Lydia starting to understand.

Scott takes Lydia to the bathroom and takes her to a sink where Lydia finds a mark that goes around her neck as if she had indeed had something that wrapped around her neck.

"I-" She remembers the vision of the Ghost Rider's whip that wrapped around her neck as she tired to rescue the little girl, "What is going on here?"

Stiles went into the locker room where he comes in confused.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"My dad." Stiles answered.

"Is he okay?"

"He's fine its just he was completely off when I talked to him."

"Why?"

"I don't know he called asking us to bring Lydia down to the station."

"For what?"

"He didn't say, he said he'd explain everything once we get there."

"Let's go."

They trio had gone to the station just like they were asked to and listened to Noah's encounter.

"I swear I saw a little girl standing right where you're standing Scott. This little girl had to be eight possibly nine."

This caught Lydia's attention wondering if this was the same little girl she had encountered at the school.

"She was covered and I mean covered in scratches and bite marks. She was covered in blood from her face, her hands her shirt were soaked in blood I could barely make out the real colors of the shirt I mean it looked like she came out of a murder scene like someone dumped gallons and gallons of blood on her. She was standing there going on about some dog and how it was set loose on her. And she kept going on about a boy, she kept saying or rather asking if the boy was okay and said something about him having a dog and it got them. She kept going on and on and when I looked at Parrish I turned my head not even for a second and when I turned back she was gone as if she wasn't even through in the first place. I have been making calls left and right, I've called animal control asking if they have had any calls about a dog such as a Rottweiler or a German Shepherd on the lose or if any calls of complaints of dog attack, they have said they have gotten no such calls. I've called the hospital asking if a little girl or anyone had been brought in due to being attacked by a dog they said a group of teenagers were brought in for a stunt gone wrong, but nothing about an animal attack. I swear to you, I swear I saw her right there I know what I saw and I know I'm not going crazy, I saw her."

"Okay, were you asleep?" Stiles trying to not to sound skeptical.

"Of course I wasn't asleep." Noah snapped.

"Okay dad, I was just asking because Lydia may have had an encounter too."

"What?"

"It may not have been an encounter." Lydia corrected, "But I did see or dreamt of a little girl who may have been the same age as your little girl."

"Was she covered in blood?" Noah asked.

"No, but she was running from something and it wasn't a dog."

"Then what was it then?"

"It was a Ghost Rider."

"A Ghost Rider you mean the same one who dress up like cowboys and take people for the Wild hunt, those Ghost Riders the one who took my son and made me forget him those one." Noah started to get angry.

"Dad." Stiles tried to calm his father.

"No, I'm not going to lose you again."

"Dad listen Lydia said something came to stop him."

"Who?"

Scott pulls out his phone and shows it to Noah as the picture shows the drawing of the armored warrior.

"Who is that?" Noah asked.

"We don't know?" Lydia answered.

"And the little girl?"

"I don't know, but I don't remember ever going to sleep let alone drawing that, but all I do know is that this whatever this is may be walking around and a little girl may be lost only we need to find out if the little girl you saw is the little girl I saw despite me sleeping and not covered in blood. Can you describe her?"

"Like I said possibly eight nine."

"Mine was probably the same age."

"She was short I mean I know little girls are short, but she wasn't a little person she was young."

"Was she a little bit more mature?"

"Yeah, she was very calm and aware of what happened, she spoke more like an adult."

"Mine did too only she was crying and scared, but aware of what was going on."

"She had brown eyes, long black hair, she did look rather pale like she may be Icelandic, I don't know I couldn't' really tell with all that blood, did yours have the same description."

"Besides being covered in blood just about the same."

"Wait there's no way, I mean it can't be if this is the same little girl how would you two been able to see her when no one has even reported a little girl missing let alone you guys didn't see her at the same time, Lydia you said you saw her at the school and dad you said you saw her here we don't even know if it's the same person and if it was, how come you two saw her and no one else." Stiles asked.

"He's right. I mean not saying we don't believe you guys, but there's plenty of nine year old girls out there who are short with black hair and brown eyes how can we be sure if this was the same girl." Scott exclaimed.

An idea had come to Noah, "I think I know someone who can help."

Lydia was sitting with a sketch artist giving her description, soon it was Noah's turn and once the sketch artist was done he presented his sketches to them and to their amazement they're description were the same.

"How can that be?" Lydia asked.

Noah scoffs, "I don't know, I really don't know."

Scott looked at the sketches, he saw something there was something familiar.

"Sheriff."

"Yeah, Scott." Noah answered.

"I know we're pushing it, but you wouldn't happen to know anyone who has some kind of software that can do an age process or something?"

"What is it Scott?" Stiles asked sensing that he may be on to something.

"I don't know, I just need to see something."

Noah brought the sketch artist in again.

"I'm really sorry about this." Noah apologized, "But there's something else we need and we really do appreciate you doing this for us."

"No problem." The sketch artist said, "To be honest I like the digital sketch better gives me more free room I like to have them pick the icons from eyes to mouths, but I understand how digital and free sketch could contradict the description."

"We just want to be sure."

"Understood, so what do you need me to do?"

"Could you make a digital sketch of this and make it go through an ageing process." Scott asked.

"Oh so we're looking at a missing child's case. Do you have a picture I'm sure it would be a lot easier."

"No, unfortunately we don't." Noah answered.

"It would be alot easier and more precise, but as long as you know what you're looking for that's all that matter in the end. So let's what I can do."

The sketch artist made a digital sketch and once it was done he let them look to see if this worked they all nodded.

"So how many years are we looking?" he asked.

"Ten." Scott answered.

"Ten?"

"If they were nine and ten years passed they'd be nineteen."

"True, but I got to warn you this is just a kind of what they would look like, its not an actual picture of them."

"We understand we just want to have an idea of what we're looking at." Noah explained.

"Okay so ten years later then?"

"Yeah."

"Okay let's see."

The sketch artist pressed a button and right before their eyes the image aged in front of them by ten years and turned into a woman that could be. Scott went back nearly tripping over his own feet as he saw the girl right in front of me as he backed up to a wall.

"Scott what's wrong." Stiles asked.

"It's her." Scott said under his breath.

"What?"

"It's the girl."

"The girl, your girl?"

Scott frantically nodded.

Noah was confused and looked back at the picture and looked back at Scott.

"Is he okay?" The sketch artist asked.

"He's fine, thank you we have what we needed. Scott do you know this girl?"

"She's real." Scott claimed.

"Okay son, where is she do you know?"

"At the hospital."

And to Noah's wondering eyes he saw the girl and was completely taken back.

"This is her?" Stiles asked.

"It's her." Scott said.

"But how?"

Derek stood against a wall as they explained what had happened. Noah on the other hand was in the hall trying to make sense of this as he stood by Melissa.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"I don't know, I'm just as confused as you are. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this. I swear I saw her well not her but her as a little girl, but how could I when she's here."

"And in a coma."

"And much older."

"I don't know what's going on, but she hasn't moved let alone she's been a coma for six months. And she couldn't have been sleepwalking we made sure of that."

"Sleep walking?"

"Long story short she's been known to sleep walk just recently Derek found her in the woods covered in blood and dirt with scraps and cuts turns out," She leans in and whispers, "A Wendigo did it."

"Did you just say covered in blood?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I saw her covered in blood or rather her young self, she said she was attacked by a dog, and kept asking if a boy was okay."

"A boy?"

"She said something about a boy and his dog were attacked before she couldn't get to them, that's all I got."

"A boy and his dog?"

"I know I made some calls and no one has made any calls or reports of a dog on a loose. I even called here asking if any one as been brought in because of a dog attack, but nothing."

"Wait how old did you say this girl was, the younger version?" she corrected.

"I'm going with nine."

Melissa was trying to connect the dots, "Nine?"

"Yeah."

"So let's assume that ten years ago this girl was attacked by a dog."

"That's what it's pointing to."

Melissa was kept having a thought plague her, but was trying to dismiss it, but Noah could see it was troubling her.

"What?" he asked.

"About the same time, Scott was attacked by a dog when he was seven. He was out for a walk with our dog Roxy."

"Yeah I think I remember that, only I was never told what happened to the dog."

"Apparently from what I was told, it was found and put down and may have had rabies if I'm remembering correctly, but there's no way it could be a coincidence."

"Melissa in this town coincidences don't exists."

"Okay this is going to sound really strange, but can you remember if she had any wounds?"

"Yeah, she had scratches up on her upper arm I'm going to say her left arm judging from how I was facing her and she had this really big bite make on her side."

"Which side?"

"I'm going to say her left side."

Melissa hurried into the room where the heroes were talking and went straight to the girl's bed.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked concerned.

"Can one of you help me get her on her right side I need to see something?" she asked.

Stiles quickly went to the other side of the bed and help Melissa turn the girl on side where she untied the straps of the girl's gown and examined her side where she was in a complete shock of what she found. Noah stepped into the room.

"Did it look like this?" Melissa asked.

Noah walked up to the bed and see the girl's scar which was the same place, the same length and the same width as what he saw and it was indeed a bite mark.

"Was that from the Wendigo?" Derek asked.

"No." Noah said bewildered, "This old, this is from a dog. She was attacked by a dog."

"How do you know that?"

"Scott." Melissa called.

Scott looked up at her still in shock by the whole thing.

"Do you know this girl?" she asked unsure what is really going on.

Scott shook his head confused before looking at the girl.

This had proved too much for Noah and Melissa as they had taken refuge in the waiting lounge as they tried to make sense of this with a cup of coffee.

"Wow." Was all Noah could say.

"You're telling me." Melissa said.

"What is going on?"

"I wish I knew."

"How?"

"I don't know, I don't know, I really don't, I wish I did."

"Okay let's start with what we know, how did she get here?"

"She got hit by a car."

"Do we have a name?"

"We have a Jane Doe, no alias no identification, nothing."

"Any reports of a missing person?"

"No."

"So no one in the last six months has come to claim her."

"No, but we do have someone who signed up to be a sole guardian named Merida Crane, but that's it. We've called her a couple of times, but it just goes straight to voice mail."

"I'm getting a headache." Noah pinches the bridge of his nose, "Okay is there anything else I need to be caught up with."

"You're asking me, I'm still trying to figure out if the dog was rabid and if so there's no way this girl should be even alive. And if you think that's the only scar she has, she is covered in scars, twenty percent to be more exact."

"Okay where as she been?"

"I don't know, but she's been through hell and back."

"But the real question is how or why is Scott having dreams of her?"

"Dreams?"

"Stiles was telling me for the last six months Scott's been having these dreams about this girl."

"He's been having dream for the last six months?" Melissa said flabbergasted.

"You didn't know?"

"This is the first time I've heard of this."

"So he didn't tell you?"

"No."

"So you don't know what happened the other day?"

"Know what?"

Noah sighs and starts to feel like he's in hot water.

"Noah if you know something tell me, because my son looks exhausted."

"Let me get you more coffee, you're going to need it."

Derek was listening in as he stood behind a wall, it was then they something else caught his ear. He could hear someone crying hysterically. He followed the crying down the hall as it got louder as he got closer. He found himself at a door that led to a pool where water therapy secessions would be held. He could hear the crying coming from inside, and as soon as he walked in the crying abruptly stopped.

Derek looked around knowing fully well he heard crying coming from the pool, but there was no sign of anyone anywhere.

"Hello?" he called.

As if on cue the crying began and all of a sudden from behind a column out came a man dragging and pulling on a little girl who looked as if they were the age of five.

"You're going in the water!" the man shouted at her.

"No!" the girl cried.

"Stop it! Stop crying!"

"Hey!" Derek shouted.

But the man seemed obvious to Derek presence as he continued to terrorize the little girl.

"Let go!" the girl shouted.

"I said stop crying!" the man shouted.

The girl bit the man making her pry free from the man's grip. Although the man wasn't too happy about the little girl's move.

"You little-" he went up to the little girl and strikes her across the face before Derek could intervene.

Like a dream Derek woke up, but found himself in the middle of the room as he was taken back by what he saw. All of a sudden Scott, Stiles and Lydia barge in to the room as if they were running from something. He turns them confused and unsure what had happened.

"What's wrong?" He asked them.

"You alright?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"We heard screaming." Scott said.

"You heard it too?"

"Yeah."

"Have you guys been seeing anything lately?"

"What did you see?" Lydia asked.

Before Derek could answer a scream could be heard as they turned to the screams and ran. When they reached the hall they found a nurse covered in black slime as she screamed as hospital staff tried to calm her. Scott and Derek go into the girl's room to find that she is gone.

Noah comes into the room after.

"What happened?" He asked.

Noah sees this and goes back into the hall as he finds footprints. Derek and Scott go out into the hall and look at the footprints.

"I don't know about you, but that doesn't look good." He exclaimed.

"No it's not." Derek said.

A groan and a scream could be heard, they reach the corner and find a security guard on his back unconscious, with a nurse tending to him.

"What happened?" Noah rushed to them.

"A patient, she punched him out cold just after throwing up." The nurse explained.

"Okay you guys try to find her I'll see if anyone else is hurt."

The two nodded as they went to search for the girl. Lydia was in the room looking around before heading into the hall. She starts to hear laughing, she turns and see a shadow float across the wall. Lydia goes to the shadow and hears more laughing and footsteps running as she follows it before she knows it she found the girl leaning on a wall with her back towards her. The girl throws up black slim. The girl rounds the corner as Lydia follows close behind as the girl staggers across the hall.

The girl tries to stand up straight as bones could be heard cracking with every step she took, before going into a corridor where she is then met by Derek and Scott. The girl looks up at them as Scott is completely in shock. The girl looks at them and struggles to speak.

"B-b-oy."

"What?" Derek asked.

"B-" the girl throws up.

Derek steps back before trying to slowly walk up to the girl.

"Boy." She finally says.

"A boy?" he said.

She nods, "Is the boy okay?"

"I don't understand."

The girl nearly topples back before correcting her footing, she then turns to her right where she is met with Noah who is completely taken back by this as this is something he has never been through before.

"Do you know if the boy is okay? There was a boy and he had his dog, did they make it?"

Noah put this head back as if he had been hit as his question had been answered as it stood right in front of him.

"Please tell me the boy is okay. Boy okay?"

And just like that the girl fell back hitting the ground hard as she began to shake violently.

Derek quickly runs to her turning her on her side.

"What's wrong?" Scott asked.

"She's having a seizure." Derek answered, "We need some help here!"

"Scott's going mad." Stiles explained to Deaton at the animal clinic. "He keeps having dreams about this girl and this girl just so happens to be at the hospital in a coma funny things is Scott swears up and down he's never met the girl. My dad and Lydia are having visions or hallucinations or something about this girl, because they decribed her the same way."

"Have you seen this girl?" Deaton asked.

"No, I saw her in his drawing, but last night was the first time I saw her in person."

"Drawings?"

"Yeah, here." Stiles took out some drawing and presented them to Deaton.

Deaton looked at them, "How long has he been having these dreams?"

"Since after the Ghost Riders, the last six months."

"These visions that everyone saw, do you know how?"

"I think I don't know this may sound crazy, but I think they may have seen memories."

"What makes you think that?"

"My dad swears he saw a younger version of this girl claiming to have been attacked by a dog. When he and Scott mom went to confirm that they found a scar on her side, the same side my dad said he say a bite mark, my dad wouldn't make up a story and he's not crazy either."

"I know Stiles, but if they claim to have seen these memories of this girl then this girl maybe something very strong and quite powerful, maybe very dangerous."

"Scott feels like he has to protect her, help her, save her in some way like she may be calling for help."

"Maybe she is or something maybe causing theses disturbances."

"How?"

"I don't know, but I think we may have to keep an eye on this girl."

"Well I don't know how we can do that, she's in ICU. She just caused a huge rein of terror she was throwing up she assaulted someone just before having a seizure, funny thing is that's not the first time, seems there have been some recent incidences where she has been known to sleepwalk, that's how Derek found after she killed a Wendigo."

"Then she must be something."

"Like what something worse than the Ghost Riders, there's a storm almost every night, Scott is being driven crazy because of these dreams, my dad is freaking out, Lydia is having these bruises around her neck, something's happening something bad, and its coming only no one knows what."

"We just need to keep our eyes open."

"Scott isn't going to give up even after being told by some woman that he needs to stop."

"What woman?"

"He says that a woman, not the girl told him to stop and let it be, he said something about her grandmother getting mad at him. He hasn't slept and when he does I can hear him talk in his sleep as if fighting."

"Where is he now?"

"In class."

Scott roamed the halls completely out of it thinking than none other than the girl, he kept an eye on the clock waiting for the day to be over, waiting for the dread, hopelessness, and helplessness would go away, but as long as he had the dreams so long as he kept failing it wouldn't leave him be.

"And Derek?" Deaton asked.

"He just refuses to leave her side, he doesn't even know the girl and he acts as if as if she's important to him. Even Scott's mom and sister have to try and convince him to leave they say he practically lives there." Stiles explains, "Hell I don't even know the girl, but one things for sure everything points to her and why everything involves her or how or why she's doing this, no one knows. I don't know why Scott is so obsessed so determined with this girl."

"Obsessed it a bold term to use, determined, I can see why, perhaps she was calling for help and Scott heard the call."

"But how?"

"I don't know Stiles the mind and soul are incredible, people have spent lifetimes trying to understand both and yet we still do not understand what they are capable of."

"So what can we do?"

"Like the woman said, let it be."

"Scott's not going to like that. He even has this crazy idea."

"What kind of idea?"

"He's been reading these books, these books about souls, dreams, and memories and it's messing with is mind, apparently people can use herbs to help them do things, I know it sounds crazy."

"No it's not people have actually used certain herbs to help with dreams, retrieve lost memories, shamans even used certain herbs talk with the dead, but those herbs like anything can kill you if used incorrectly."

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of."

"Which one is he thinking of using?"

"I don't know, but the one thing that stood out and what seems what Scott is aiming for is an herb that helps with astro projection."

"That's a very dangerous idea, one that I wouldn't recommend him to do. So many things can happen."

"So it's like death."

"Not exactly, but leave the body out in the open not only leave the body vulnerable, but can be fair game to-"Deaton hesitates for a moment trying to find the right words before finishing, "things that shouldn't even be sought after."

"And say if everything goes off without a hitch."

"Then let's pray that no hitchhiker asks for a ride."

Stiles shudders getting the idea for it would just be like Nogisune all over again "Okay really bad idea."

At the same time, Derek was sitting in a chair on the verge of dosing off, but shook himself awake. He looks up and finds a young girl sitting on the other side of the bed reading out loud. Derek sat up in his chair unsure if this was the girl's guardian.

The girl looks up.

"Sorry if I woke you, I usually come here and read and talk to her, they say if you talk to people when they're in a coma they have a chance to wake up." She said.

"Where did you hear that?" Derek asked.

"Some where, can't remember."

Melissa peers her head into the room, "Koda you know you're suppose to be getting your therapy." She said.

"I know I just wanted to see her again." Koda said.

"Come on."

Melissa left the room and Koda followed, but not before turning to Derek.

"Talk to her, she can hear you." She said before leaving the room.

Derek leaned in to the girl's bed he looked at her arm again.

"I don't know if talking to someone in a coma is true, but my name's Derek and you're safe." he stated.

Scott walked the halls of the school until he started to hear voices. He listened closely trying to find where the voices were coming from, they almost sounded like they were singing. He followed the voices as they led him to library, he burst through the doors and found himself in what seems to be a war. Chaos and violence reigned, horrified screams and bullets flying was all he could see. Fires raised into the sky like Hell had finally come, as nothing, but blood and ash was all that could be smelt.

Scott looked around as he saw people running and fighting, even people falling to the ground dead. He heard shouting of people calling for help and sadistic laughter. Scott was sure he was in Hell, as he covered his ears to try to drown out the cried of the dead, and squeezed his eyes shut hoping that it would pass, but nothing worked.

"Come on Scott it's just a dream." He told himself, "Wake up Scott! Scott wake up!"

"Help!" someone shouted.

This struck Scott making him snap out of his trance, he pulls his hands away from his ears and turns to where the cry for help came from. He saw the girl climbing out of a well. Scott stood there stunned as the girl looked around in horror unsure what was going on.

The girl goes to run, she then hides behind a truck as men were running by shooting at people. Scott quickly went to the truck, he looks at the chaos unsure what is going on or what had happened. He instinctively takes the girl by the arm when all of a sudden the girl pulled away and turned to him. She looked at him confused and trying to read him.

Abandoning her hiding place, a man spots her, the man runs at her with a knife, she quickly recovers a sword and implies the man in the chest killing him instantly. He falls to the ground with the sword still in him. The girl looks horrified as she looks at her hands which were covered in blood. Scott could only stand helplessly as he watchs the girl look as if she was going to break down in shock that she had taken a life of another.

An explosion goes off bringing the girl to reality. The girl starts to run to get out of the hell. Scott goes to run after her, but is blocked by a humvee that spots her and starts to drive as dogs are sent to run her down.

"No!" Scott protested as he shifted.

The girl ran through the fields as the dogs barked and the men shouted in delight encouraging the dogs to rip her apart like a chew toy. The girl went into the woods and shouted for help as the branches were pulling on her as if to keep her in place to give to the dogs.

The humvee drives through the woods with light on to help through light up the road, Scott wasn't having it, he goes up to the side the humvee, lifts the humvee off the ground and throws it off making them men scream as they jumped off as the humvee rolled a few times before going belly up. He then goes after the dogs. The girl trips hitting the ground hard, the dogs got closer, knowing fully well there's nothing she can do and can't out run them, she quickly take a long thick tree branch to use as a weapon. When the dogs caught up she started to swing at them, when one dog when for an attack, she swung it at them making contact with the dog and making it hit the ground.

"Alright whose next." The girl threatened.

Scott jumped in front of the girl letting out a roar telling the dogs to back up. The dogs snarled and bared teeth, Scott did the same before letting out his alpha roar. It worked for the dogs hunched down before running the other way back to the owners.

Before the two could have relief gun shots could be heard closing in, along with galloping. Soon men on horses back to run down the path, the girl starts to run as Scott turns to run after her, but before he could the woman who he saw in the dream came out of nowhere and stood in front of him blocking him.

"Did you hear what I said the first time, let it be." She said before pushing him.

Scott jerked awake as a hand on his shoulder held him in place.

"Easy there." Parrish said.

Scott shook his head trying to get focused before looking up at Parrish.

"That's a strange place to sleep." He said.

Scott looked around and found himself by the nemeton.

"How-"

"I don't know, I saw you walking by the road called you a few times and then I followed you, you just went here."

"I saw her, she was in some prison or something, I heard voices and-"

"And what?"

"She needs me."

"Why don't we get you out of here and I'll take you home."

"Can we stop by the hospital first please?"

"I think you've been spending too much time there. Let me take you home, you can rest and later you can go, sound like a plan?"

"No, I have to see her." Scott protested.

Parrish nodded before turning on his car and all of a sudden the radio came on with the song Scott heard in the dream. Scott listened shocked by this only to know he has never heard this song before the dream.

"This damn thing, I swear she's been crossing other signals for what ever reason, I need a knew scanner or something." Parrish stated.

But it fell on deaf ears, Scott on something else on his mind and before he knew it he was sitting beside the bed. He took the girl's hand and held it.

"Do you need help?" he asked as if the girl as was going to talk back. "I don't know how much I can take, every time I try to help something happens and I'm too late. I want to help you, but I don't know how. How can I help you if I can't save you, I don't know how to begin or where to go? I'm trying, I'm trying so hard, but when ever I get close something has to pull me back a mile, its exhausting. Everyone's telling me that I should stop that I should let go and move on. Maybe I should maybe I should pay attention what that woman said, but people who know me know that I wouldn't do that, that I wouldn't give up, ever. They know that I protect everyone, that I'm not selfish, that I don't give up on anyone, and I promise you I will never ever give up on, I'll never stop, I'll protect you, I'll do everything I can to save you, I'd take your place just to do that, I do anything just to protect your soul."

Scott looked at the girl's wrist unwrapping the bandage and sees the cut that looked deep enough to cut an artery and cause her to bleed out. He looks up at the girl trying to keep strong, but his vision becomes clouded by the unshed tears that threaten to run down his face.

"Please." He pleaded, "Please wake up."

"Scott." Melissa called from the door.

He turns to his mother trying to look composed.

"Visiting hours are over sweetie, go home." She said sweetly to her son.

Scott looked back at the girl almost he same way as Derek did not wanting to leave the girl alone.

"She'll be here when you get back Scott, I promise."

Scott nods he is about to leave until he is grabbed by his wrist. He jumps turning to find that it was the girl who grabbed him before he could have time to react, he has a vision seeing the girl running through the woods as if running from something calling for help. He is then brought back, he finds himself in his own room on his own bad, all of a sudden rage mixed with determination as it had proved too much for him.

"That's it." He snapped.

Meanwhile Lydia was walking through the parking lot to her car when she noticed the winds pick up. She shivered and started to walk a little faster, but stop dead in her tracks when she heard what sounded like a horse neighing, she turned around and heard galloping coming at her as the wind blew very harshly at her, she shielded herself with her arm as she soon caught a glimps of a girl running towards her with a cloak blowing in the wind as she ran from what seemed to be a knight on horse back with its sword drawn then it all changed when Lydia soon found a car coming start as her when all of sudden she is pushed out of the way before hitting the ground. She looks up to find that her rescuer was Isaac.

"Isaac?" she said unsure if what she was seeing was true.

"Hi Lydia." He said.

Later, Scott was on his bed as Stiles was trying to convince him on why he shouldn't go through with it.

"This is a bad idea, so many things can go wrong, you could die, you could return and it won't be you, there has to be another way." Stiles explained.

"Stiles Mugwort is the only plant used for these things." Scott said.

"This is suicide Scott."

"You didn't' see what I say, she needs help and I'm the only one that can do it."

"I'm not saying don't help her I'm saying we can find another way."

"We don't' have time everyday she's in that coma the worse she gets, what if this time she doesn't wake up what if that's it. What if she's in that coma not by choice what if I don't' help her something bad happens to her? I can't live with that I can't live like this Stiles, I can't live with what ifs or what could be, or what would be, or what can I do, what should I do. I know what I can do, I know what I should do, and I know in my heart, my gut, my mind, my soul that I need to help this girl, because if I don't then how can I live with myself knowing fully well I could've helped her if something happens to her. She's alone and she needs help and if I don't help her then no one else will and she's stuck and sooner or later she's going to be gone. It's up to me and all I'm asking of you is to support me."

"I do Scott I just don't want anything to happen to you all because of some girl you don't know. To be honest maybe that woman is right, even Deaton said, well he didn't actually say it, but he did gleam it, but maybe you should leave it, just let it go."

"You're right, but that dog, that dog could've killed me just like it did to Roxy, so if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here right now. She saved my life and now it's my turn to save hers."

Stiles sighs knowing fully well this is a bad idea, but he never wants to see his best friend who is more like a brother to him in a state of helplessness, all he can do is help him fulfill what ever duty he feels he has to do.

"Okay, how do we prepare it." Stiles asked.

"It says we can make it like a tea or smoke it." Scott exclaims.

"Wait what?" Stiles said flabbergasted.

"Smoke it." Scott repeated.

"You're not planning on smoking it are you?"

"Should I, I mean it'll be a lot faster right?"

"We'll brew it."

Water boils as they get the Mugwort prepared before pouring the boiling water over the herbs before covering it. Scott waits anxiously as he taps his foot wait for the tea can be done.

"Scott it's done." Stiles calls.

Scott rushes out of the room. He sits at the edge of the bed contemplating as he held the mug that held the special brewed herbs in his hand.

"You know if you're having second thoughts its okay. We'll find another way, we won't give up Scott. I'll be right there with you I promise."

"This is the only way Stiles, but if-" Scott stops before he starts to talk again as if trying not to say it, "But if this doesn't work, then I'll give up, I'll move on, I'll do what everyone told me to do, I'll let it be."

"Scott." Stiles regretting what he said.

"No, I mean it, you're right, if this doesn't work, then I'll go on with my life and let it be."

Scott drank the tea and laid down. The room started to close in and Stiles stood above him.

"Anything?" Stiles asked as Scott started to have blurred vision and the sounds began to be distorted.

Before he knew it he found himself in a middle of an old cabin where a lite fireplace was the only source of light. There was a table in front of it and chair in front of the table as well as the high end of the table.

"Who is it Margaret?" the old woman asked from the chair.

The woman that warned Scott countless of times went passed him with a plate with two cups.

"The boy." She said.

"The one that keeps soul migrating?"

"That would be him."

"Bring him to me."

The woman gestured for Scott to take his seat in the empty chair.

"Come to me, I do not bite." The old woman beckoned.

Scott took his seat as the young woman poured them wine.

"I knew you'd continue you're journey, do you know why you're here?" the old woman asked him.

"No ma'ma." Scott answered politely.

"Because I brought you here to tell you myself to stop, do you know why?"

Scott shook his head.

"Because this is a battle she must do on her own. She will awake when she tires of it."

"She needs help." Scott protested

"Then help her, "don't" help her."

"You don't understand, if I'm not supposed to help her then why do I keep having these dreams why is everyone having visions of her in trouble calling for help. I don't know how or why, but she needs help and I'm the only on who can help her if I don't help her or at least try to I'm going to go mad because I know I can do it, because I know I can save her."

"You think you can save her soul. My dear boy saving souls is no ones job, but the job of the once earthly king who now rules over Heaven. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you shall find peace. What you are trying to do, is suicide something that is forbidden for anyone to do for centuries for it could cost you dearly."

"That is a risk I am willing to take."

"I am trying to save you from defeat, regret, suffering, failure, go now and leave this be, go in peace, find peace in another way, but not this."

"If you want me to find peace then let me do my duty. I know saving souls is not my job, but my duty as an alpha, as me is protect everyone, isn't that our duty as man to look after one another. I know I don't remember her, I don't even think I know her, but she came to me for help and that's what I'm going to do, so I thank you for your warnings, but this is something saving her or at least trying to is what I need to do in order for me to find peace and whatever happens I'll take, I'll take the blame."

"And if you fail?"

"Then like I told Stiles I'll leave it be."

"Knowing and seeing what you've done so far, we both know you will not."

"So you'll let me go?"

"Your hopes genuine, your intentions good, but you're expectations naïve."

"That's life."

"Seems I have lost this one, but let me ask you this. Are you willing to pay the price in any shape or form it comes in? What is done can not be undone, what you are doing is something that must happen on its own something that must happen in the way that is already set for, if you do this and succeed then what was to be done will not be done and in doing this it will be done in a way that could prove catastrophic to everything just to correct to put back in order to make it right. You can not fight fate for that is what you are doing. Are you willing to take the consequences as is for what you are willing to do you will pay the price one way or another, do you accept this?"

"What ever price it is I'll pay for it, as long as she doesn't have to."

"My God this boy although destined not to be king, he would've made a great king."

"Although we both can say he is destined for greatness maybe all this is happening because he is destined for it." The young woman added.

"Perhaps, I may know a lot, but I do not know all. As much as I do not agree with this, it appears that you Master Mccall are old enough to make your own decisions and old enough to take the consequences that come with it. Drink and you shall be where you need to be. I can't seem to say anything that will turn you away from this journey, but what I can say is, good luck."

Scott looked at the wine cup.

"Go on drink my child and remember what I told you." The old woman said.

Scott took the wine and brought it to his lips and drank the wine. The wine was bitter and burnt his tongue, he closed his eyes due to sharp taste and when he opened them he saw that he was no longer in the cabin, but in a cemetery instead. He looked around before exploring.

The girl runs through the cemetery before take refuge behind a statue she stayed there for a moment after the creature went passed it. The girl ran from her hiding place and hurried down the path, it wasn't until she heard a loud growl coming from behind that made her stop in her track. The creature went as her until Scott intervened punching it.

"Come on!" he said grabbing the girl's hand as they ran.

They ran into the woods before hurrying behind a log. Scott looked at the girl and assessed her.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The girl looks at him unsure who he is or why he's with her.

"Are you hurt?"

"Who cares?" she said.

"I do."

He looks at her hand and finds that it's bleeding from the wrist.

"You're wrist." He said.

"I'm fine it's just a scratch and who are you?"

"I'm-" he is interrupted when a ragged snort catches his attention.

The two duck down as a rider comes into view it looks around. It was in all back armor it's head looked like a dragon that covered the whole face. It scouts the area for a bit before riding off.

After a few minutes the two leave their hiding place, they look around to see if the coast was clear before taking their leave. The two continue to walk until the ground beneath them gave way making them fall before hitting the ground hard. Scott lifted his head shaking himself out of the daze before turning his sights to the girl as he crawled to her. He gently shook her until he heard a soft painful groan.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

He slowly and carefully sat her up.

He looked around and saw that they were in a cave.

"There's got to be a way out of here." He said.

The girl struggles to get up to her feet as Scott helps her, but stays close. The two walk through the tunnels until they reach a gate. They go through the gate and walk what seems to be a mausoleum. They walk through until they reach a flight of stairs where the two climb up until they are outside of a church.

"Okay, follow me stay close and don't go wondering off." Scott told the girl.

The girl nodded.

Just when they were about to take their leave, neighing could be heard from the distance followed by galloping, and from out of the fog came the dragon rider who had his sword drawn and swung it at the two. The two ducked and rolled out of the way as the rider trailed back, it got off its horse and strutted towards them.

"GO. Run hide!" Scott told the girl.

The girl ran off as the rider pay no attention to Scott and only wanted the girl it began to go in her direction until Scott tackled it to the ground. The Rider kicked Scott off it before going to get it sword, but Scott pulled it by the legs and throw it to the wall.

It got up showing no signs of pain and went at Scott.

Scott throw a punch, but that didn't seem to phase the rider it punched Scott making him fall to the ground. It pulled Scott back up to his feet and punched him again. It went to stomp on him, but Scott rolled out of the way. Scott sprung up to his feet and ran at the rider kicking it in the chest. Scott went for another kick, but the rider caught his leg swinging him like he did with it and throw him through the church wall.

The rider went to get its sword and was about to finish off Scott until a rock was thrown at it. The rider looked up and found the girl standing there. The Rider began to make its way towards her.

"Leave her alone." Scott shouted tackling the Rider to the ground.

Scott quickly got up to his feet as did the rider with its sword at hand, having enough of the interference the rider went to stab Scott.

"No!"

In a blink of an eye, the girl went in front of Scott taking the hit as the sword dug into her side. The rider pulled its sword out as the girl fell into Scott's arms.

Scott cradled the girl rocking her as the girl tried to hang on.

"No stay, stay with me, I just found you please don't go." He pleaded.

The girl fought to keep her eyes open, but death crept in as her eyes closed. Scott let out a strangled sobbed before letting out a scream. He brought the girl up close to him hugging her body.

The rider showed no remorse as it began to take its leave, but Scott grabbed it by the shoulders and threw them to the ground. He then climbed on top of then and started to throw punch after punch. He shifted as he slammed its head to the ground he start to claw at its arm in a fitful rage. The rider went to take a swing at Scott, but Scott grabbed its arm and bit through its armor before breakings its arm.

Scott then ripped himself away from the rider. The rider got and went to grab its sword with its only good arm, but Scott stomped on its hand smashing it, before grabbing it by its head and began to pull it. Scott's eyes glowed red and screamed as he ripped the rider apart as it turned into dust.

The skies had clears, the sun shined through the sky. And Scott although had defeated the rider, when back to the girl's body. He took her into his arms and rocked her feeling like her had failed. he squeezed his eyes shut hoping that it wasn't true.

"It's okay." A voice said.

He eye snapped opened, and looked down the girl who awake, but still wounded. Scott was in shock.

"It's okay." She said.

Scott couldn't' find the words as he felt both relief and sorrow.

"You did good."

"I'm sorry." Scott finally said, "Couldn't save you."

"You did."

"No I didn't."

"You granted me the one thing I wanted to be free from this. You may not be a knight, but you sure as hell have what it takes to be one."

A chocked sob leaves Scott's lips.

"It's okay, this is not for us to ponder this was preordained. It may not have had turned out like what we wanted, but this is how the story is."

"No." Scott sobbed.

"You fought well, you didn't even know me and yet you fought for me. You fought for my soul, even though it is not your job. One thing that we did get is peace of mind."

She gave him a weak smile, Scott tried to smile as he watched the life fade from her. He brought her closes to him. Once everything had calmed Scott let out a scream before jerking up awake.

He looked around and found himself in his bed with Stiles at his side. When everything began to calm down Scott began to sob and Stiles knew what that meant another failure. He took his friend into his arms Scott grabbed a hold of him trying to stay ground and he trembled and let out a painful sob as his chest began to constrict with defeat.

The lights went out, the blackout went across the town. Lydia and Isaac were in the city when they saw this they got out of the car and looked around.

"What's going on?" Isaac asked.

At Derek's loft, Cora and Derek made their way to the balcony where they watched storm clouds roll in thunder clattered and lightning flashed.

"Get down!" Derek shouted as he covered his sister using his body as a shield as lighting struck the balcony making the glass doors burst into glass shards. He looks up and helps his sister to her feet. They exchange looks trying to make sense of what had happened.

At the sheriff station, Sheriff Stilinski went into the main hall when the earth began to quake shaking the building as if threatening to bring it down.

As all this was happening at the hospital unbeknownst to anyone all the pieces seemed to be going together as it seemed to pave the way for revelations.

The girl's eyes snapped open as if Scott had completed his mission, it seemed that killing the rider is the reason for the girl to awaken from her sleep. The girl cautiously sits up as she assists the situation along with her surroundings as she surely had no idea where she is or how she got there.

"Shoch." She said.