There's no excuse for why this took so long. I stared watching Game of Thrones.

July 12, 7 pm

Three pillows lay on the floor about a foot apart from each other.

"For your heads." Deaton explained.

Stiles, Lydia and Derek nodded. Their unanimous decision to do this as opposed to someone else could be something they'd regret. But like almost everything they did lately, it was for a greater good. Andrea stood above them clutching a tattered old book.

"You'll be fine. As long as you remember you want to come back." She said, smiling down at the three sitting on the floor.

"Don't let it get to you." She glanced at the others "Any last words?"

Braeden knelt down and kissed Derek. Scott nodded to his best friend.

"Kinda wish I was going with you."

Stiles gave him a small smile "We can't do everything together." he choked out. Stiles was terrified, his last experience with a magically induced death hadn't ended well. The fear of something similar happening again overwhelmed him. He tried to keep form talking.

Lydia stayed quiet, Kira wanted to say something to her but she couldn't. The two were friends. But Lydia wanted Allison. And it wasn't fair to Lydia to pretend she didn't know that. Derek laid down

"We'll be fine. Honestly what could go wrong?" he joked

Stiles scoffed "A large array of things Derek."

Lydia grabbed and squeezed Stiles's hand

"We're going to be fine. All of us. We're gonna laugh about how worried we are tomorrow."

Andrea nodded "Precisely, we will all go for a prance in a meadow while we laugh at our misfortunes."

Lydia glared up at Andrea "I'm ready." She said. Stiles and Derek nodded

"Me to." The only human muttered as he lay down. Andrea sighed

"It won't feel like falling asleep. It will feel like dying. Last time you didn't get the full experience you were already drowning in ice water. But you'll fell your heart stop. You'll be completely aware of what's happening. Whether or not you freak the hell out is entirely up to your strength of character."

The three of them stayed nodded. "That's great." Stiles muttered, as if the memory of drowning wasn't one of the worst things he'd experienced. Andrea stepped away from them. Deaton standing right behind her, his arms crossed. Malia eyed him

"What are you worried about?"

"When they wake up you need to go, no matter what and they need to be stopped. Scott."

The alpha looked over at Deaton "I'm saying this as an emissary and as your friend. As much as I hate killing people and things. It may be in everyone's best interest for this all to end tonight. However it is your call to make."

Scott nodded and returned his gaze to the three of his friends on the floor. Lydia smiled at Scott, trying to reassure him. Andrea took a deep breath.

"No bailing out now." She stated, before starting to chant.

Unlike the other spells the wind didn't howl, rain didn't start to poor and surprisingly no one started to scream. An eerie silence fell over room, and a calm over Andy. Malia listened attentively to her heartbeat. In fact it slowed, she nudged Scott

"Calm before a storm?" she suggested, Scott shrugged

"I just want to keep everyone alive." He whispered, as he listened to three of his closest friends heartbeats come to a slow stop.


Lydia opened her eyes, she was lying on the field. In the blue shirt and floral skirt she'd been wearing. No blood, no fear and no pain. Lydia felt at ease as she got up from the ground dusting herself off. Why she'd be here made sense, this was her first encounter with death and where she was bitten. Causing her abilities as a banshee to come to light. Now she wondered, what was she supposed to do? All signs pointed to Allison being he one meeting her on the other side, so where was she? Lydia sighed, all of a sudden this wasn't as simple as she hoped it would be.


Derek snapped awake, breathing heavily. He looked around, this was the last place he'd want to be. Derek had expected his mother or father. Maybe Laura, but here he was underneath the nematon. Where Paige had died. No, where he'd killed her. He looked at the roots, no sing of blood or a body. Nothing. As if it had never happened. Derek wasn't going to stand here waiting for his first love to appear, he didn't want to see the 15 year old girl he had killed. Obviously he'd have to, because that was his first experience with death. And won't be his last. He ran up the stairs and out into the woods, obviously this was just getting started.


Stiles woke up slumped over in a hospital waiting room chair. He was on the first floor, near the cafeteria and radiology. He'd grown to hate this hospital when he was 8 and now at 17 he detested it with every cell in his body. He hoisted himself out of the chair, trying to find any source of noise in the silent empty hospital. I guess the lack of other people made sense, wherever he was. It was his and his alone. Now there wasn't a doubt in his mind he was searching for his mother. And her room in the hospital was committed to his memory and would never leave. On the fourth floor, with the rest of the terminal patients. He made a beeline for the elevator. Maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would.


Kira watched as Andrea continued to mutter.

"Can she hear us?" she asked Deaton, who shook his head

"She's as connected to the other side as they are. But instead of being dead, she's in a trance."

Kira nodded, Liam sat in the corner, watching Andy. She didn't look the same as she did when this had started, it had only been a few minutes but she was paler than normal. A few freckles on her face began to stand out. He looked around the room at his friends. Their worried expressions directed towards both her and their friends on the floor showed that he wasn't the only one who'd noticed.

"Is that normal?" Deaton sighed,

"I'm not sure, what's her heartrate like?" Malia jumped in to answer

"Slow. I've been watching it. It's dropping."

Scott frowned "What happens if she dies?"

Deaton sighed "The spell ends. Meaning they…" he gestured to Stiles, Lydia and Derek

"Either return to life or… She'll be fine." He said, feeling Andrea's wrist. Kira furrowed her eyebrows

"Is she cold?" she asked, Deaton nodded "It's normal. Hopefully."


Lydia threw the doors of the school open instead of stepping into the familiar hallways she stepped into the hale house. She shuddered, realizing she'd be reliving her experiences with death. This was where she'd reincarnated Peter, allowing him to wreak havoc again. As much as it wasn't really her fault, she felt guilty. If she hadn't done this most everything related to Peter wouldn't have happened and they'd likely be much happier right now. Unfortunately there was no real clue as to where to go. The mirrors she'd used to reflect the moonlight still stood in their place but the makeshift crypt was empty. Lydia tied to back out of the room, she found the door behind her shut. She jiggled the knob, it wouldn't budge. She took a deep breath as she felt her pulse rising. "There's no reason to panic." She thought "You're already dead, what can go wrong?"

Lydia eyed the hole in the floor as she knelt next to it, it was empty. But by that she didn't mean void of peter burnt and mangled body she meant it was empty. No floor and no dirt just a black hole. For a moment she considered throwing herself down it, before jumping to her feet and walking her to the window. The sound of the heels of her shoes against the floor echoing around her. Lydia pressed on the window pane, hoping it would give. Then she tried the window itself with no luck. She clutched the window ledge

"I am not jumping down that hole!" she yelled, knowing no one could hear her, no one would reply. The pull she felt towards the black hole in the floor made sense. The little Mermaid was her favorite book as a child. But Alice in Wonderland came a close second.


Derek expected the forest surrounding the nematon, instead he found himself outside his home. Right after the fire. He'd known exactly what had happened, what he'd caused. It why he never went back inside. Cora didn't know, Cora barely understood what had happened. She was so young, 8 on the cusp of 9. Laura on the other hand wanted to wring his throat. It was the kind of anger that under almost any other circumstance could be hilarious. But not now, she'd gone back into the house to search for anything salvageable. She returned with her mother's claws. What happened to the claws in between then and when they were found Derek had no idea. Really it didn't matter, they were a constant reminder of how stupid he had been, and how insane Kate Argent actually was. His home had fallen to pieces at his hands. This wasn't going to be a walk down memory lane, this was reliving all the moments he most regretted. This was reliving all the death.


Stiles screamed as the elevator doors opened, the scene before him was doctors, nurses and patients. Laying slashed, bloodied and dead on the floor. He doubled over bracing himself on the elevator walls. What he had made the Oni do, the most lives he'd taken during the entire time he was possessed. Stiles looked back up hoping somehow everything would disappear, but they still lay there. Eyes trained towards him, towards where their escape who have been when they died. He turned away but only to see the floor of the elevator covered in blood. Whose blood was this? Then Stiles remembered, Melissa had been cut. He was standing in the blood of the most caring woman he knew. Stiles wanted to throw up, he pushed himself out of the elevator. The doors shut behind him. He ran at them, trying to get in before they shut. He relived this nightmare enough while he tried to sleep. Stiles didn't need to be here. He didn't want to be here. There was a stairwell, he sprinted to it flinging the door open and charging down the stairs, all the way down to the first floor. He threw himself at the exit, it lead right outside. It wouldn't budge, he pushed and pulled. Nothing. He sat down on the stairs, putting his head in his hands. Stiles screamed again and started to sob. Was this some kind of sick punishment? He kicked the floor.

"Stiles." His head snapped up

"Mom?" he stuttered, turning around.

A woman in a hospital gown came down the stairs, barefoot, her hair falling down her back. Stiles got his looks form his mother. Dark hair and the light brown eyes. She sat on the step above him. Placing a hand on her son's shoulder. Stiles didn't say anything, tears continuing to stream down his face.

"Stiles, I'm so proud of you."


Lydia fell back onto the lacrosse field but it was different. This wasn't homecoming. It was the game. A jersey lay on the field, she ran over to it grasping it in her hands. Whittemore and the number 37 were printed on the back.

"Jackson." She whispered. This was the first time he was really gone to her. On the field, Melissa had tried to save him. She'd tried to help, only to think him dead. Only to regret anything and everything she'd ever said against him. This hurt, everything just hurt too much. Her father left her, Jackson left her, Allison…

She needed to find Allison. That was what's important, that's what mattered. She put the Jersey down, the doors into the school were open. Inviting, almost calling out to her. Lydia didn't run. She didn't want to run anymore, as she stepped into the school she closed her eyes.

Instantly she was cold, shivering. She slowly opened her eyes, the tunnels. Oak Creek, she tried to breathe. But her throat was dry, her breathe felt constricted. She felt tears start to roll down her face. Lydia slid down onto the floor.

Allison, her first genuine friend. The first death she felt. Lydia screamed. Not out of grief but anger. Her friend had been taken from the world before she was even 18, before she could live the life she deserved. Lydia expected her voice to echo through the tunnels. It didn't, the silence absorbed every sound she made. It was deafening, she wanted Allison. She needed her best friend. The first person she truly lost.

Lydia got her wish, her head snapped up as footsteps approached her. The banshee let out a second cry, this time of sorrow. Allison looked the same as when she died, in her black coat and her dress, her bow still in her hand. The empty quiver of arrows strapped to her back.

"Allison?" Lydia choked out, Allison smiled and sat before her friend, leaning on the opposite wall.

"Forget me already?" she joked, her laugh echoing through the stone corridors. Lydia wiped her eyes, the one thing she needed to hear ringing through the dark.


Derek stood in the vault, where he had found Erica and where he'd sealed Boyd's fate. Where he'd found Cora only to nearly lose her then drive her to the airport himself. He didn't want to stay here. Derek wanted to find whomever, be it Paige who died under the stupid tree or his mother who had found him. The pain he had to endure looking was almost not worth it. He stepped out of the vault, peering into the shadows. A series of clicks came from behind him. One of the other vaults was opening.

"Oh god." He muttered, turning around.

Paige stepped through, smiling.

Derek stayed still, trying not to cry. She'd be 24 now. The same age as him. Except she wasn't. She stood in front of him, she looked the same, but without the pain, the fear, the blood or the bite.

"Derek?" she said, grabbing his hand

"Haven't forgotten me, have you?" she said, he didn't look at her.

"I'm so sorry, I did this. I'm so sorry."

She shook her head

"Derek there was no one I would have rather died for." She soothed,

"You were 15!" he yelled, sobbing.

"I still am."


Kira sat on the floor, her fingers intertwined with Scott's. Liam and Malia paced back and forth as Deaton stood in the corner. Stoic, calm.

"Her heart is barely beating. I don't understand how she's still alive." Malia said. Scott looked up at her

"It could be like when we tried to lure in the benefactor. She'll be fine. She said so herself earlier. Didn't she?"

Liam frowned "I don't think she did. She kept reassuring us that they'd be fine." He said gesturing to Stiles, Lydia and Derek.

Kira nodded "She never said anything about herself. But she didn't seem afraid, do you think she did this without knowing what would happen to her?"

Deaton sighed "Yes. That's probably exactly what she did, these three will be fine as long as they chose to come back. Their lives are in their hands."

"But it didn't say anything about the witch?" Malia asked.

Deaton shook his head "Nothing, and she still could be weak from the car accident. I don't know."

Scott groaned "We don't know anything! We might not even be dying tonight!" he shouted

"But the witches are." Malia said, Scott sighed

"I don't know, maybe. I guess!" Raising his voice more. Kira stood up, bringing Scott with her

"Malia is right." She said, squeezing Scott's hand, trying to keep him calm.

"I agree." Liam said, nodding "How else can we be safe if they're not?"

"It won't be easy." Deaton said "Killing them. They won't stop fighting."

"I don't care. I'm not afraid." Malia stated, stopping her pacing. "They're not as strong as Andrea, and that woman is old."

Kira went and stood next to her "I'm not scared either. Once we find out where they are, we go and it's just like any other fight."

Liam nodded, Scott stared at the floor, then flicked his eyes over at Andrea, her eyes flicked under her eyelids. Her muttering never stopped.

"I can't let anyone die."

Deaton sighed "People will get hurt Scott. They always do, and they always do. Remember what I said to you once before, the universe is always changing. Taking a new shape, death and pain, is part of that."

I started Game of Thrones and school again and time got lost but the next chapter should be up soon! Keep following ect.