A/N: Hey guys! This is it! We are finally in season 3B! The first episode was so completely crazy that I am already anticipating the next eleven to come up. In case anyone is confused about this story this is the sequel to Life in Beacon Hills with my own character Bex. I am so excited to write this episode. Here is the first chapter and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you and I can't wait to read your reviews!

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Stiles woke up from his nightmare, breathing hard as he hurried to take in his surroundings. It was a weird nightmare, but they've been happening so often that it was hard of him to keep track of them. Nearly every night he woke up like this, in a sweat. He couldn't help but think it had something to do with everything that went down in the vet's office. He had been feeling off since that night and it wasn't getting any better.

He felt the sheets move besides him as a girl sat up next to him. "Are you okay? Stiles, hey, what's wrong?" Bex asked rubbing his arm. His old white shirt hung off of her shoulder, draping down her arm as she looked at him concerned. She looked beautiful as he looked her up and down. His hand shook slightly as he looked down.

He sighed trying to understand what was happening. "Yeah, Yeah I was just dreaming." He breathed deeply. As he glance over at her. "It was weird, it was like a dream within a dream.

She kissed his shoulder and cheek softly, soothing him so he would relax. "It was just a nightmare, Stiles. It's fine. I'm here."

Stiles grabbed her hand rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "Yeah." He felt better as she rubbed his arm up and down. He suddenly became aware of what was happening. Bex was in his bed. Bex was in his bed and they were asleep, together. "Wait a sec, Bex, what are you doing here?"

She looked at him confused, before they both glanced up at his door. He moved to get up, but she moved his hand to his back. "Stiles, leave it, let's just go back to bed." Bex said softly, but his eyes were directed onto his bedroom door.

"I'm just going to close the door."

"Don't worry about it." She grabbed his hand. "Let's just go back to sleep. You'll feel better in the morning." She promised.

"What if someone comes in?" He wasn't looking at Bex, though. Stiles was concentrated on the door and the dark that was coming through it.

"No one's going to get come in. Just come back to sleep, Stiles."

"No, what if they get in?" He said barely above a whisper. Bex tensed in the bed watching him.

"Who? Stiles, come on. Let's go back to bed." She said tersely, but Stiles said nothing as he continued to walk out of his bedroom. "D-don't go in there! Stiles, please. Come back, please."

Stiles didn't listen as he continued to walk out and was met with the woods. It was just like it was weeks ago. The nemeton still stood out there in the trees. Lights flashed on, blinding his sight. It was all around him. The spotlight was on him. There was a noise that was getting to him. He was nervous, and scared.

"It's just a dream, Stiles. Get it out of your head." He said to himself, hoping that it would work. Stiles knew this wasn't real, it couldn't be real. It couldn't. "You're dreaming, alright? So wake up, Stiles! So, wake up, Stiles! Wake up!" He yelled. Suddenly, his eyes flickered open. He was back in his bed room.

Stiles sat up in his bed as the sheriff opened the door to his bedroom and looked inside. "Hey, time to get up, kiddo, Get your butt to school." He left Stiles alone in the room. He sighed, feeling a little better, but still had the feeling that something was wrong.

It didn't take long to get to school. To Stiles, it felt as though it was barely even a few minutes that he was walking down the steps of the school next to Scott. "That's weird and you couldn't wake up?"

"No and it was beyond terrifying, you ever heard of sleep paralysis?"

"No, do I want to?" Scott asked.

"Well, have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up, but you can't move or talk?" Scott agreed as they walked down the steps through the campus. "That's because during REM sleep your body is basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia. That way if you start dreaming about running, you don't start running in your bed."

"That makes sense." Scott agreed. He had that feeling sometimes before.

"For a split second you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed."

"And that's the terrifying part."

Stiles nodded as they slowed their pace down when they neared the school doors. "It turns your dream into a nightmare. It can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled. In my case, in the middle of trees at a grove where human sacrifices took place." He reminded him.

"You think it means something?" Scott questioned him as they walked into the busy hallways of the school.

"What if something was did that night, what if it's still affecting us?

"Like post traumatic stress?"

"Or something." Stiles said as they walked into their classroom. He sat besides Bex at his usual seat. She smiled at him. He almost felt relax, but something was wrong. Scott turned back to look at him. "You know what scares me the most? I'm not even sure that this is real."

Stiles woke up yelling in his bed, as he hurried up gasping for air. HIs father rushed into his room as his arms started flailing. He couldn't tell what this was real or a dream. The sheriff wrapped his arms around him, so he didn't hurt himself as he got him to calm down. "Shh, it's okay. You're okay." He tried to calm his kid down. Stiles just held on to his father as he teared up, He didn't know what to do anymore. He felt hopeless.

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Bex stared out the window. She didn't remember when she got up. It was dark, dawn hadn't even come when she decided to forget getting any sleep that night and take a shower. Standing under the hot water, helped to loosen up her tense muscles, but she was still sleep deprived.

She didn't remember the last time she had a full night's sleep. After everything that happened the last few weeks, the human sacrifices, Derek leaving, Scott becoming alpha, Isaac avoiding her like she was the plague. It was all a lot to handle, especially after the effects it had on her friends. She saw the familiar, beat up Jeep pull up in her driveway and she hurried downstairs.

Stiles looked out the window, distracted as she hopped into the passenger seat as he smiled over her way. "Hey, you look tired. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Did you?" She asked him. He hesitated. She knew all about the nightmares he had been having, but he didn't want to tell her the extent of them, especially since sometimes they started off as dreams with her in them.

Bex watched Stiles drive. They never got around to talking about what had happened during his panic attack and when they got driven on the road. They had kissed each other, twice, both times initiated by Bex. She didn't know how to talk to him about it, even though he thought about it as often as she did. "A little. Another nightmare. It's okay." He said before she could voice her opinion.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Not really. I think it's connected with what you had to do to get your dad back. If Scott and Allison are affected by it too, then maybe it's temporary. I just hope it wears off soon."

That wasn't the only thing she was concerned about. Bex couldn't help but wonder what else wasn't he telling her. She didn't want thing to be weird around them. Stiles would always be her best friend, despite anything else that happened.

"Unless he's going out of his freaking mind too." He ran a hand through his hair frustrated as he parked in the school parking lot.

"You're not. You're going to be just fine." She assured her friend, firmly. She wasn't losing him.

He glanced at her grabbing her hand. "Thanks, Bex. I hope you're right." Stiles touches had become more intimate to her, recently. His hand would linger and after he moved his fingers, she would still feel the warmth. It was odd to her, yet comforting at the same time.

She smiled before getting out of the car with him. They were nearly to the doors of the school when they saw Scott running down the stairs, looking behind him, but no one was there. Scott nearly ran into them, but Bex and Stiles steadied him. "Hey, hey are you alright?" Stiles asked. Scott nodded, looking back at his now normal shadow. "You don't look alright, Scott."

"I'm okay.'

"No, you're not." He realized looking at the panic expression on his face. "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things."

"How'd you know?" Scott asked.

Bex looked between them. "Because Stiles hasn't exactly been himself either, lately. He's been having bad nightmares too." She glanced at her friend. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, it's happening to all three of you." They looked back to see Lydia coming with Allison. Allison looked a little shaken up. She was having as violent hallucinations as the other two, maybe even more.

Bex tensed. She never really was fond of Allison, but she knew that being cold to her wasn't going to help. It wasn't really her fault, but that didn't mean that Bex still wasn't liking the situation. "Are you alright?" She asked politely, keeping her voice ven.

Allison looked surprised. "Yeah, other than hallucinations of my dead aunt, I'm fine."

Stiles looked shocked as he caught up to them walking. "What?"

"I don't know, recently, I've been having these weird hallucinations. One minute, I was walking out of the elevator of my apartment and the next, I'm inside the morgue of some hospital and my aunt is coming out of the bin after that I end up here, at school." She explained as Lydia push the door open.

"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." She stated with a smile on her face.

"We're not crazy," Allison insisted, though she wasn't quite sure of that herself.

Lydia raised her eyebrows looking back at them. "Hallucinations? Sleep Paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine." She said sarcastically. Bex couldn't help, but agree that this was far from the normal range of regular issues. "Yeah, you guys are fine."

Scott looked between Stiles and Scott. "We did die and come back to life. That's had to have some side effects, right?"

"We keep an eye on each other okay?" Stiles asked them as the bell rang signaling the first class of the day. They nodded in agreement. He glanced over at Lydia. "And you, stop enjoying this so much."

"What?" She said incredulously as though she was appalled he'd think that.

Bex smiled rolling her eyes as Lydia started walking with her and Allison. She was happy to go to art class. It was the one time of the day that she felt that she could just destress. There wasn't any monsters or nightmares or anything that was going to hurt her while she painted. She put her earphones into her ear as the teacher left the room. Bex dipped her paintbrush into the blue color as the whole class seemed to just disappear into the background.

Class was halfway over when she felt someone staring over her shoulder. "That's...really amazing." Isaac admired her painting. She tensed up taking her earphones out of her ears. She moved so that her canvas was partially covered.

"Yeah, thanks." She hurried over to the sink to rinse out some of her brushes. It would be better to finish when they weren't full of different colors. Isaac followed her. "Class isn't over."

"I was hoping we could talk." Isaac said hopefully. He knew that they had been avoiding each other long enough. "You won't talk to me out of class. Look, I know that you're upset with me and you have every right to be. I would be angry too."

Bex turned walking back to her seat. "Good, then we're both in agreement that I should be mad at you. I don't think we should mess that up." She retorted. Isaac sighed. He knew that it wouldn't be that easy. It was clear that Scott was upset with him as well, but it wasn't as much as Bex was.

She went back to her canvas and he followed. "I'm busy." She insisted.

"You're ignoring me. I know you. You could paint and cook and do homework at the same time. If you wanted to, you could talk to me."

"But I don't want to." Bex reminded him. She grit her teeth as she made a mistake and tried to fix it.

Isaac glanced at her, taking a risk as he touched her other hand that touched the easel. "I miss you, Bex." He quietly admitted to her. He could think of a thousand ways to apologize to her, but he knew that none of it would matter, because he hurt her and he would need to make it up to her first. With one more wistful look, he left her side and returned to his own canvas, not knowing the change of emotion on her face.