Scotts POV

Scott never thought he'd be jealous of an older man. Especially this older man.

But here he was.

Once Peter came, complete with caring worried expressions, holding Stiles as if he was something precious -and by god, it pissed Scott off. And Stiles still hadn't come out of his panic attack.

The main question was: what had caused it?

Scott himself feels like he should have recognized sooner, but how could he? He was too wrapped up in his own self pity and anger to notice his best friend falling into a pit of despair.

It was worse knowing he left the lanky teen in the hands of a creepy pseudo-pedophile wolf, that tried to kill them.

"What do we do? What do we do? You can usually get him out of it!" Malia was going hysterical and her eyes started to glow blue in her frustration.

Peter sighs annoyed at her, "I don't think this one is normal."

"How often does he get these?" Liam asks looking over Scott's shoulder.

Scott furred his eye brows. Stiles hasn't had a panic attack since the Nogitsune. That he knew of at least. Now it was a normal occurrence?

"He gets one at least once a day," Peter provides as he grasps the teen freckled cheeks making him look at the wolf's face.

Scott saw that Stiles eyes were glazed over and he seemed to be looking above Peter's shoulder at something not there.

He started whispering, "My fault. Killer. Should've been me."

It scared Scott. Scared him more than he's ever been scared before.

His best friend, His Stiles, was saying things that Scott never believed he would hear coming from the out-of-it teen. Even when his mother had died, how it ended, he hadn't said such things. he wish that he could take the teen up into his arms and never let go but he knew he did not deserve that right. He'd probably make it worse even.

"We need to take him to Deaton," Peter says standing and pulling Stiles up with the help of Malia and West.

Scott stepped forward, "Wait, why are we taking him to Deatons? He's okay right?"

Peter gives Scott a look asking him with facial expressions, 'Are you an idiot?'. Scott shuffles slightly at the older wolf's gaze.

"Peter's right," Lydia provided opening the jeep passenger door for Peter to put Stiles in, "He needs a doctor. Not one a hospital can give, but one who really knows what's going on."

Malia and West climbed into the back of the Jeep while Peter took the drivers seat.

"Meet at the clinic," The zombie wolf says to the four not in the jeep with them.

They nod and Peter starts the jeep.

Kira turns to Scott, "Scott... we need to go."

Scott glares at her and snaps, "I know, he's my best friend."

Kira closes up slightly and looks down. Scott instantly feel bad. It's not her fault he's angry. He's mad at himself. And maybe a bit at Peter. And West. But he wasn't going to start on that topic just yet.

"I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you," Scott says resting his hands on his girlfriends shoulders and she smiles at him sadly.

She reaches up and rests a hand on his cheek, rubbing a thumb on his cheek bone, "I know, you're worried about him. We all are, but for now all we can do it be supportive."

Lydia makes a noise of agreement, "I'll drive."

She starts walking towards her fancy car not looking back. Scott can smell the anxiety and something else on her. He can't quiets put his finger on what it is.

"I'm still majorly confused," Liam adds scratching the back of his neck, "But I don't think my parents to will appreciate if I miss my afternoon classes."

Scott looks at him and nods, "Got to class. Don't tell anyone about what we told you, not your parents, Not Mason."

Liam look as of he's going to argue but he doesn't. He nods to his alpha and makes his way back into the school.

Scott sighs and Kira puts a hand on his arm, "Scott, you didn't know."

Scott look at her defeated, "But I should have. Stiles shouldn't have had to have Peter of all people be the only one who seemed to care."

Kira nodded sadly, "But it isn't just your fault Scott. We all should have done more. Plus, I think it did some good to Peter and Stiles."

Scott shook his head and growled, "I'm supposed to be his best friend, his brother... I failed him."

A nice silver VW rolled up in front of them, and Lydia rolled down a window, "Come on guys, I don't have all day. "

Scott and Kira shared a look before getting in the car and Lydia.

Regular POV

Stiles sat in the back of his jeep, Malia had her arms around him protectively, whispering soft reassuring words into his ear.

West sat staring out the window with a contemplative look. He didn't know why, but something about this whole thing didn't sit well in his stomach. He's been told by his Alpha to listen to feelings like that.

Something dark was happening to Stiles and he thinks that the Stryker pack might have something to do with it. They had to go in for the kill soon. hes pretty sure he knows why they are here and he knows its going to take a lot of power to defeat them.

He pulled out his phone and texted Sam. He was the main researcher of the pack and defiantly the smartest. What he saw in Damien none of them knew.

Meanwhile Peter glanced back at the three teens with a worried brow. Stiles' condition seemed to be much worse than he'd thought. Maybe he was too late. Hopefully Deaton would be able to shed some light on the situation.

Stiles stared ahead, unseeing and unblinking. All he heard was Allisons voice sneering and commenting. Her... Ghost? Body? Stiles wasn't even sure what she was. He was sure she was in his head, since he seemed to be the only person to see her, but that didn't help.

All the things she said were true. They were the dark little things in his heart that he didn't want to acknowledge. The power he felt as the Nogitsune, the thrill that came with the rush of having someones fate in your hands, someones life at your disposal. The adrenaline that came with holding the Nogitsune back. Sometimes he felt nothing, not sorrow, fear, anger. Nothing, and honestly, that scared him more than anything else he's delt with so far. If he didn't feel anything then he was nothing.

Void.

Maybe he was Void.

"Come on Stiles, you know it's true. The Nogitsune didn't make the darkness in you, it's always been there. All Void did was make it known to you. Everything else was you and your own darkness," Allison said turned in her seat staring at him with an ugly sneer that didn't look right on her beautiful face.

Stiles shook his head and buried it in his arms.

No. She was wrong. She had to be.

The pulled up at the Vet Clinic in record time, not being stopped by any red lights or traffic, which seemed odd to West.

Peter got out of the car helping Malia get Stiles out, who stared at Allison who lounged arrogantly in the passenger seat looking at her nails.

They pulled him into the clinic lobby, and Peter practically beat the bell calling out to Deaton.

The ex-emissary came out of the back with a slightly annoyed look on his usually pleasantly passive face. His face went back to its usual neutral when he saw Peter, Malia and West standing there with a shaking, out of commission Stiles, who was mumbling nonsense to an imaginary Allison.

"Come to the back, quickly," Deaton said letting them in.

They all filed into the back and set Stiles on the examination table. Deaton shooed them away and stood in front of Stiles grabbing his face with gentle hands.

"Stiles? Its Deaton, can you hear me? Nod if you can," no response was given to the doctor and the dark skinned man sighed. He turned to the three weres, "Tell me exactly what happend."

While Peter explained to Deaton that Stiles hasn't been very well since the Nogitsune was defeated- having panic attacks, night terrors, and hallucinations- Scott, Kira and Lydia came in.

Deaton nodded glancing at Stiles who seemed to have calmed down slightly and closed his eyes laying in a fetal position, hands covering his ears.

"It sound like the Nogitsune might have done more damage than we assumed," he started but was interrupted by Kira.

"I asked my mom about it on the way here," the Kistune says, "She doesn't understand whats happening either. "

Deaton turned to a cabinet and started pulling things out as he spoke, "Well, from what we know, there has never been a survivor of a Nogitsune possession, so we can't really compare to know if this is normal or not. I don't believe it has anything to do with the Nogitsune itself though."

Peter crossed his arms and glared at the vet, "So what then? He's crazy? Because he doesn't seem like it, and trust me, I know crazy. "

Deaton walked over to Stiles, a concoction of powders and dusts in a bowl he'd just made up. He ignored Peters question as he poured some of it around the lanky teens head, where it was rested on the metal table.

Instantly Stiles calmed and the occupants of the room seemed to calm as well. Stiles put his hand around his knees now, instead of covering his ears.

"You think he's going though something inside his subconscious? " Lydia accused.

Deaton nodded, "Yes, and he has to over come out on his own."