Flashback

"Lydia, Lydia" I call as Scott leads me to her, tracking her by scent. "Oh my god, Lydia", I cry as we spot her trapped behind the bars.

"No, no no no. What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here", Lydia stammers.

"We're here for you", I tell her. Scott nods by my side as he forces the gate open.

"But you're not supposed to be here. Didn't you get my message?" Lydia asks breathlessly.

"What message? Lydia what's happening?" Scott asks quickly.

"Who else is here? Who else came with you? WHO ELSE CAME?" Lydia screams at us asking one question after the other not even giving us the time to answer.

"Everyone", Scott answers. "Well except Derek, the twins or Chris Argent", I add.

"We need to go. We need to get them out", Lydia gasps as she pushes us towards the steps and starts to move along the corridor out of this place. Scott suddenly moves past her heading back the way we came, even faster.

I feel weaker and colder than I've ever felt now I know Lydia is safe. The pain in my body is getting worse by the second as well and I don't understand why I'm not screaming in pain until suddenly the pain completely disappears. My body feels lighter than it has in ages and I feel like I'm floating. I call out to Lydia as my body goes numb and I can no longer work anything besides my mouth.

"Stiles", Lydia rushes over to my side. "What's wrong? What's happening?"

Lydia suddenly turns her head to the exit and releases a blood curling screech. Somewhere in that screech I hear her call out Allison's name. That's all I register as the world around me darkens and my eyes grow heavier.


Scott's POV

I've just reached the exit to the outside when I hear Lydia screech and my blood runs cold as I hear the name. I turn round the corner to the chain link fence and see it. Allison is falling in slow motion to the concrete as the Oni in front of her pulls it's sword from her chest. I rush forward to catch her in my arms before she can hit the ground. My vision blurs with the tears I can feel forming yet refusing to fall.

"Allison", I whisper softly to my first love.

"Scott?" Allison breathes back. "Did you find her? Did you find Lydia? Is she okay?" she asks in gasps. Her heart is starting to fail I can hear it pounding in my ears as she struggles to breathe.

"Yeah I found her. She's okay", I tell her. I don't know what else to say to her. How do you tell the person you first ever loved that though you have moved on their death is tearing their heart out? Wouldn't that be selfish when they are the one in fact dying and not you? My tears finally start to fall and through them I can't see her face properly anymore. A strange sound that sounds almost like she is trying to laugh while dying reaches my ears before she speaks again, "Shhhh, it's okay Scott. It's okay." Damn it she is trying to comfort me when it should be the other way around.

"Listen Scott. If I was gonna die then I can't think of a better way to go. I died protecting someone I loved and I got to do it in the arms of my first love. The boy I first felt anything for", Allison's breathing begins to fail as she finishes speaking. Suddenly her eyes go wide for a moment as she realises something. I can see it in her eye. "You have to... You have to tell my... tell my dad. You have to tell him...", She never finishes what she wants me to tell him but it's okay I'm sure I know what it was. She wants me to tell him she loved him. I hold her close and weep letting my tears fall on to her body.

Isaac comes over and clutches her hands in his and I shift her body so I can put one arm around his shoulders. He loved her too. It might have been difficult for me accept but he loved her and she loved him. I'm not the only one that lost someone so precious. I'm not sure how long we are sitting there crying but Kira comes over and places her hand on my shoulder. After a few moments she asks in a strained voice, "Where are Lydia and Stiles? Scott, where are they?"

"I don't know. I don't know. They were right behind me", I reply not really able to care at the moment. That's when I hear Lydia's voice. Until then it had been part of the background noise of the crying that we had all succumbed to.

Scott! Scott! Can anyone hear me? I hear her calling. Her voice is moving closer towards us. Suddenly she appears at the gate and I look up to meet her eyes. She takes in the scene before her and rushes other to join us as we cling to Allison's body.

"Lydia? Lydia, where is Stiles?" Kira asks. I'm so proud of her for staying strong while the rest of us are a mess. I feel my body tense up, Isaac a mirror at my side as we both smell her pain double, we can hear it in her voice as she looks Kira full in the face and shouts, "He's gone!"

"Lydia. What do you mean he's gone? Do you mean he's dead?" I ask not sure I can handle the answer. But the not knowing is killing me as well.

"I don't know", she mumbles. "What do you mean you don't know?" I growl at her. I don't mean to growl at her but how can she not know.

"I DON'T KNOW! Alright?" Lydia screams at me. "He collapsed and then I felt Allison dying so I screamed and turned away from him. Then when I turned back to him his body was fading. It was like he was just ceasing to exist." I just look at her like she is going crazy which I know isn't far. Given what all of us have been through I shouldn't be judging anyone else but what she is saying seems so impossible.

"Guys?" Isaac mumbles quietly. I look over at him and follow his gaze. He is staring down at Allison's body; or rather at the wound on her dead body. There is a golden glow around the wound that hurts to look at, it's the same golden colour that a beta's eyes glow but despite that I can't turn away. The wound is closing, it's healing. Suddenly Allison jerks in my arms and with a sharp gasping intake of breath her eyes snap open. "Allison?" I hear myself whisper incredulously. This isn't possible she was dead. I know she was dead but now she is alive. I hear the others whisper her name as well and their voices sound much like mine, relief and disbelief evident in all of them.

"Stiles", she gasps sharply.