Stiles wasn't sure where he was. All he knew was that he was in a dark abyss, floating aimlessly in a seemingly cloud of warmth. His whole body tingled with a hot sensation, as if he was on fire and for a second he thought he was in hell. He heard something, something in the distance, the words incoherent as a small light glowed in the distance.

Stiles kicked his legs wildly, arms flailing on his sides as he tried to swim or float his way to the strange light that seemed to be changing colors as he got closer, the sound becoming louder. He felt his eyes began to water unsure as to why his chest felt tight, breathing becoming short gasp for air. Stiles was a little confused as he continued his seemingly never ending journey. He was dead right? So why was he breathing or even thinking? He always thought death would lead to a place where his should would be free, his mind free of thoughts and air being an element that he no longer needed. Apparently he was wrong to assume that.

All of a sudden, gravity seemed to have come back, sending him falling to the floor as the colorful light engulfed him, its rays feeling like warm hands wrapping around him and pulling him down. He quickly closed his eyes, hissing in pain from the sudden brightness. After awhile he opened his eyes, letting them readjust to the bright room he was in. Standing up from the white tiled floor, Stiles looked around seeing only nothing but white. It was a big room, the walls seemingly never ending. All his attention was brought to the sudden appearance of a bed. One that Stiles remembered as if he had seen it just yesterday, though it had actually been years.

It's frame was of oak, familiar marks covering the head board,the sheets a pearly white. It was the bed he remembered climbing into at night whenever he had a nightmare or a thunder storm was in effect. The bed that held him close, whispering fairy tales in his ear to try to comfort him. The sheriff had thrown the bed out after his wife died, unable to sleep in the bed they shard, it held too many painful memories he couldn't bear to be reminded of.

"Stiles." The soft honey like voice sounded from behind him. Stiles whipped his head around, eyes wide with anticipation as he looked at the white walls, seeing no one there. He felt his chest seize up in anticipation, convincing himself that he wasn't hearing her. Turning back around he felt his eyes water, body shuddering as his lungs squeezed tight, making it hard for him to breath.

"Stiles." She whispered, a soft smile on her red stained lips as she sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a sky blue sleeveless dress. It was the one she was buried in, she loved that dress. Stiles felt a strange feeling tingle up his spine as he listened to her sweet voice call his name, that smile he had missed so much, shining brightly at him.

"M-mom..." Stiles choked out, taking a few shaky steps toward her. The last time he had seen her, he was twelve. Her hair was all gone, skin pale and body terribly weak and frail. But looking at her now, her beautiful brown curls fell over her shoulders, her skin glowing and she looked happy, stronger than when she lay in the hospital bed. Stiles looked into the bright brown orbs his mother had, feeling the tears running down his face.

She simply smiled more, patting the spot next to her as she looked at Stiles. Stiles took a seat next to her, unable to tear his eyes away from her. He was afraid she'd disappear if he even dare blink.

"Wow, you've grown since I lost saw you Genim." She said, letting out a chuckle as she carded a hand through his cropped hair. "Can't say the same for your hair." She said, frowning a little as she fixated on his hair. Her eyes landed on Stiles face when he started to mutter incoherent words.

"Sweetie, don't cry." She soothed, wrapping her arms around him and rocking them both side to side. Stiles buried his face in her shoulder inhaling her scent. She smelt of strawberries and pine with a hint of chocolate. Stiles missed this smell, her smell.

"I missed you." Stiles cried, hugging her tightly, not wanting to ever let go.

"I missed you too sweet heart." She soothed, feeling her own tears coming.

"Dad misses you too." Stiles added, reluctantly pulling away to look at her, looking at the mole they both shared on the chin.

"That, I'm sure of." She said, smiling sadly. "Tell him, I love him." Stiles frowned at this, confused as he looked at her questioningly.

"Genim, you can't stay here." She said sternly, holding his hands. Stiles shook his head, not wanting to hear it.

"Why? I want to-"

"Now, Genim. You know why. Who is going to take care of that crazy man we both love dearly?" She said, smiling at the way Stiles broke into a short laugh. "I missed that laugh of yours." She said, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Stiles leaned into the touch, her warmth comforting him.

"I've been watching you. I've seen the friends you have made and the things you have gone through." She whispered gently. Stiles eyes widened slightly, prepared to explain everything to her, but she simply smiled, shushing him. "You're a strong boy, putting up with the supernatural like you have. Others would've gone crazy, but not you. You're too strong to give up."

"Please, don't leave me. Not again." He begged, knowing where this conversation was going.

"Oh sweetie, I never left and I never will. But, you can't stay. There are people who need you and care for you dearly. I want to see you live your life, possibly marry that young man you seem so fond of." She said smiling. "If you stayed here, with me. You'd never be able to experience what life has to offer."

Stiles knew she was right. He knew she'd be taken away from him once more as soon as he heard her voice. But, sitting here, listening to her beautiful voice and feeling her warm skin, he couldn't face that truth anymore.

"Let me stay here with you for a little while longer." He begged. She didn't say anything, just smiled and pulled him into her warm embrace once more.


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