Enjoy and I don't own Teen Wolf.

Sorry for the long wait! Things have been crazy, and I'm now done with school.

We continue!

The first thing she realizes when she awakens is that she's in her room. Her body aches as if she's gone through a blender, and everything is oddly quiet. It's then that Allison realizes that she's truly alone. The silence is comforting as she realizes she's free from the Nogitsune. But she hasn't been coughing and her white sheets are just that—white, free from the blood she should've been coughing up to show that her body shutting down after the Nogitsune has left her.

"This has to be another trick." She mumbles as she sits up slowly. Her body complains, and she rubs the heel of her hands into her eyes. Swinging her feet over the side of the bed, she notices she's free. No chains, her bedroom door is wide open and she glances down at herself realizing she's wearing one of Isaac's shirts and a pair of shorts. It wasn't what she remembered herself wearing when she was chained to the bed.

When the Nogitsune made Isaac do it.

"Isaac?" It's not a shout, because she knows he could hear her. "Isaac?" She tries to keep how scared she is out of her voice, but her emotions spill through the barrier.

No one comes running, and the silence grows. Stepping through the door of her room she finds herself standing in nothing but white. Spinning around the door to her room is gone and there's nothing around her but white for what looks like miles.

"Hello?" Allison's voice echoes around her spreading farther and farther away. She wraps her arms around herself; only the feel of the shirt is different. The dress is black and she pulls at the material. It was the same dress she had worn when she was plunged beneath the ice water, and sacrificed herself for her father.

Her stomach turns and she looks behind her. What is real anymore? What is she really doing, while her mind is stuck here?

"Isaac? Lydia?" Allison flinches at how scared she sounds, like when her father had held her as she saw her mother's body covered with a thin sheet. She feels like crying but there's no one here to comfort her.

Suddenly a hand is on her shoulder and she spins as the person speaks. "Allison." She'd know that voice anywhere, but this time it wasn't hard-edged as it always seemed.

"Mom." Allison stares at her mother and tears stream down her face as her mother folds her into her arms.

"She should be waking up any minute." It's the same thing Isaac's been saying for hours now, and each time he says it, his throat closes up and he feels lost. If they were wrong and Allison's slowly dying then Isaac's alone once again and he can't be. Allison can't leave like everyone else has.

"Isaac." Lydia's voice is softer this time as her hand hovers inches from his shoulder. "I know she isn't dead."

"She should be waking up any minute." He repeats. His voice sounds lifeless, like it's all he can say.

"You need to eat, you've been sitting by her for hours now." Lydia presses her lips together and her hand touches his shoulder as she tries to turn him towards her. He looks empty.

"She'll be here any minute." Isaac's hand squeezes Allison's and Lydia wants to cry. "She'll sit up and smile."

Lydia looks behind her for Stiles, or any one from the pack really, but Scott seems as out of it as Isaac, but he's communicating more than the same line Isaac has. The room is empty except for the three of them.

Allison looks wrong lying on one of the tables in the vet's office, but Deaton had said she needed to find her way back, after the Nogitsune had locked her away in her mind. That had been almost 6 hours ago and Isaac hadn't moved from the stool he sat on beside her.

"I know, Isaac. But she'd be really angry if you neglected yourself. Come eat some pizza." Lydia squeezed his shoulder. It was an odd gesture for her to do because she'd only ever seen Allison touch him. "Eat something for her at least, please. At least one slice of pizza."

He nods, but he doesn't move an inch. Lydia sighs and leaves the room. She doesn't enjoy being the pack mother, but they can't afford to lose anyone else either. She grabs a plate and finds a pizza box that isn't empty in the pile and returns to the room, pizza slice in hand.

"Here." She holds the plate out to him, a small offering, but it's something. A few minutes pass before he turns and looks at her gratitude in his eyes. Lydia decides it's better than the blank stare she's been getting. When she leaves she turns behind her in time to see him slowly eating it.

"Mom, what's going on?" Allison's voice is timid, and she's afraid of the backlash.

"You're not supposed to be here. You have to go back, Allison." Her mom sounds scared, and Allison can't remember the last time she ever heard her mother sound like it.

"Mom, where are we?"

"This is the place between life and death. You need to pull yourself back into the world."

Her heart seems to stop in her chest and she feels a chill creep through her veins. "No. I'm not ready to die. Mom, what do we do?"

"You have to send yourself back. Pull yourself back."

When she blinks the tears away her mother is gone and all that remains is a door. She closes the three steps and holds the cold handle in her hand before pushing it open and stepping through.

She's in her old room; the first one she had moved into at Beacon Hills and the house is still oddly silent. Her room is neat and tidy like it was before she was so upset she trashed it. Running her hands along the blanket on the bed she looks around before stepping through the door that should've lead her into the hallway, instead she's standing in an elevator and she's watching Isaac kiss her senseless. The moment seems so far away, but it was only a few weeks ago.

Isaac.

She stares at him, the way he looks at the other Allison, and a light switch seems to go off in her head.

Pull yourself back, her mother had told her.

Isaac was her anchor, and if he couldn't help her get back then at least they tried.

She spun on her heel and pressed a button on the panel, the doors springing open and the sounds of not her pushing Isaac away. His words are lost as she runs out of the elevator into a hallway filled with doors on either side of her.

"ISAAC!" She yells it with everything she has as she stops in front of a door at random. "Isaac!"

It begins as a buzz in his mind.

Isaac. Isaac. Isaac. Isaac.

He bolts awake; not realizing he had fallen asleep beside her, and he realizes it's her voice inside his head, repeating his name like a lifeline.

"Allison?" He brushes his fingers over her cheek, and watches her carefully, but he knows there's been no change physically.

He digs his phone out of his pocket and dials, Isaac's eyes never leaving Allison.

They're sat around her again, and they all look like a combination of tired, sad, and angry.

"You woke us up at three in the morning for what?" Stiles sighs.

"When the nogitsune had you under it's spell or whatever, Lydia and Scott combined their weird skills and brought you back by going into your head. Why can't we do that with Allison?" The words come out in a rush and Deaton looks at him oddly.

"We had Peter's help, at the time." Scott says tiredly.

"We can do it again, or without him. I don't care." Everyone gives Isaac an exasperated look. "Look, I know she's there okay? I can hear her through our tether. She needs help getting out of there."

Lydia's lips are pressed together in a line. "Yes."

"I—Lydia, you can't be serious." Stiles scowls at her. "You're not going in there, you might not ever come back!"

"I went inside your head for you, Stiles. I'm doing it for her too. She's my best friend." Lydia snaps.

"I'm going with you." Isaac says looking at them. "I'm her tether, so it should be easier to find her, right?"

"Right." Lydia nods. "We'll begin now then."

Stiles shoots her a pained look. "Lydia…"

Lydia scoots closer to Stiles, their foreheads resting together as he closes his eyes. "Be careful."

"I know." She whispers back, and then she's standing next to Isaac, looking down at her best friend. "Let's do this."

The first thing Isaac thinks of when his eyes open again is how close they are to saving Allison. He's in a room with Lydia nearby, and it looks like it was decorated for a young girl.

"We're in." Lydia breathes and Isaac nods to her.

"Where are we though?"

"Somewhere in her head."

"I know that, but what room is this?" Isaac says softly, as they both look around. In the corner he sees a small desk with a tiny girl with dark chocolate curls down her back, seated in a chair.

"Is that?" Lydia points in the direction of her.

"Allison." Isaac confirms.

At her name, the young Allison turns and smiles at them, She's young, barely 10 years old, and her chocolate brown eyes crinkle at the sides when she smiles.

"Hello." She offers as she gets out of the small desk. "Are you our new neighbors?"

"Uh, yeah." Lydia smiles kindly at the small Allison. "Your dad told us we could come see you."

Allison beams. "We just moved here yesterday. Mom and Daddy tell me I have to stay in here until they're done unpacking."

"Do you like it here?" Isaac asks, his voice still soft as he stares at the young girl.

"It's better than our old home. I hope I get to make friends here. Mommy says I can't tell others much, but I want a friend. I had to leave all my other friends behind, and mommy says I can't ever talk to them again." The young Allison frowns.

"Allison, we're looking for someone, maybe you've seen her? She's tall like me, but she has brown hair like yours." Lydia's voice is gentle and Allison nods.

"Yes! You have to go out the door." Her tiny hand lifts and she points behind them. "But be careful of the monsters."

"Thank you." Isaac smiles and little Allison giggles.

"I hope you'll come back. You seem like nice friends."

Lydia tries not to cry as they say their goodbyes and leave through the door she pointed them to.

They pass through the door, and it closes behind them, the sound echoing around the hallway they've walked into. They stand back to back, and from where Isaac's looking the hall seems to turn feet from where he stands. He walks past the closed doors and looks around the corner to where the hall continues.

"There's no end to this thing." Lydia mutters as Isaac walks back to her.

"This is where she keeps her memoires. They're probably behind each door." Isaac says as he glances around.

"It's too dangerous to split up. We could get lost and stuck in here like Allison."

"We'll stick together for now, but if we don't find her we'll split up." Isaac nods to a door. "We might as well start here."

Lydia locks eyes with him, and sets her hand on the handle of the door. "Can you feel her?"

"She's close, but I can't tell where." Isaac's lips press together in a tight line.

Lydia pushes open the door.

"Dad?" Allison's voice makes him freeze. "Dad!"

Isaac stares at her sitting on the ground Chris lying beside her as Allison's hands shake. She checks his pulse and he watches her cry, before fumbling her phone out. He knows what happens next and he doesn't need to be watching to know she calls him. Her sob breaks him all over again.

It takes him a minute to realize Lydia's with him and her face is white as she watches Allison sobs into the phone.

"She's not here." Isaac's voice is a whisper and he pulls on her sleeve as they leave the room, closing the door behind them.

"We-we need a way to mark which doors we've been in so we don't waste time." Lydia says. "Do you have keys or something?"

Isaac nods and digs out the car keys and hands them to her. Lydia scratches an X into the wooden door. As she does, Isaac closes his eyes and feels for Allison. With a sad smile at her, they continue down the hall to another door.

She shoves open another door and this one is empty. The last few she's come to have been empty, and she wonders if these are saved for the future. Allison backs out of the room and runs down the hall opposite of where she had come from. It isn't before long she loses her breath and she takes a minute to stop. It feels as though she hasn't one anywhere, but some of the doors have marks on them. Walking to the next one, she runs her fingers over the crude mark that makes out an X.

"Isaac." She breathes, and follows the marks. "Isaac!"

The marks come to an end, and she tries to open the closest one that isn't marked, but the door seems to be locked. Allison can feel him behind the door through their tether, and she bangs her fists against the door she screams for Isaac until her voice is gone, and her hands burn from the impact.