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AN: Final chapter! Thank you so much for all the support on this story!

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They went back to the hospital. The others slowly left once they felt like everyone was safe. Scott stayed in the room with Stiles and his father. Stiles watched his father rest. This was the first time in weeks he had sat down without worrying something bad would happen. His mind was still racing of the events that had occurred lately, but he knew there was not an immediate danger over their heads. Stiles' head was slipping off his hand when Melissa came into the room.

"You boys should go get some rest." She was looking over the Sheriff's chart.

Stiles perked up. "No, I'm fine."

She gave them the motherly look. "I'm here all night, if anything changes you'll be the first to know. Go. Now."

The boys looked at each other reluctantly, but Scott got up and took Stiles' arm. "Come on. We'll go to my house."

Stiles looked back at his dad and said goodnight.

Scott and Stiles went back to Scott's house and once there, Stiles let out a shaky breath and sat down on Scott's bed.

Scott sat down next to him. "Hey, it's okay now."

Stiles huffed. "Is it? What's really changed? I'm still this thing, and now it's only gotten worse."

"Are you still seeing things?"

Stiles shook his head. "I think when I took the pain from my dad and that guy, it healed me a little. No dead people haunting me anymore, but I'm still seeing something else."

"What?"

"Ever since this got bad, I keep seeing me. Evil me. Void me. It keeps telling me things about my abilities. It's how I got out of Theo's the first time, that's how I've known what I'm capable of." Stiles looked like he wanted to go on, but could not.

Scott understood. "Has it been telling you things like before?"

Stiles nodded. "I don't get it though, when I was there I had Theo. I was gonna kill him, I wanted to, but then it told me not to. It said I wasn't it, that it gave me these abilities to help. It convinced me not to do it."

Scott was unsure what to say. "You said it left like an imprint right? Are you sure it's real? Sounds like maybe, maybe it's your subconscious or something. Maybe what you are seeing is just your thoughts."

"Then does it have to be so damn scary?"

The boys laughed a little.

Stiles wiped his hand over his face. "I don't know. After everything that's happened, I just think that maybe I…" He sighed.

Scott watched his best friend. "Maybe you should what? Leave?"

Stiles shook his head. "Go back to Eichen House."

"Stiles, no. That's not where you belong." Scott hated that Stiles was ever there to begin with.

"Are you sure about that? Half the time I feel like I'm losing my mind. What if I can't control these abilities, and things go like they did before? I could hurt a lot of people, again. Maybe a padded cell is exactly where I need to be."

"It's not. You won't hurt anyone. We'll figure out a way for you to control this." Scott hated seeing Stiles like this.

"What about my mom, Scott? She had this in her before. That darkness was already there and she gave it to me. It was just lying there dormant until…She went insane. Who's to say I won't turn out just like her?" Stiles was crying now.

Scott pulled his best friend into a hug. "Because we're here to make sure that doesn't happen. You're family Stiles. You're pack. I'm not going to let anything else happen to you, okay?"

Stiles held on and nodded.

"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid okay, promise me you won't try to leave again."

Stiles paused, but spoke. "I promise."

They stayed like that until Stiles' eyes began to drift shut, and Scott laid him down onto the bed. He pulled the covers over him and moved to the chair in his room. He hoped Stiles would sleep peaceful for once.

Nightmares crept into Stiles' head as he slept, but nothing like the night terrors he had been experiencing lately. At the moment, this was as good as he was going to get. The sun hit his face and Stiles opened his eyes to see Scott asleep on his chair. He was still tired, but felt better than he had in a while. Stiles got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was afraid to look at himself in the mirror. He did not want to see the monster again.

Stiles took a deep breath and looked up. Besides the fact that he looked like hell, he saw himself. There was a difference now, but this was the first time in a long while he saw himself. Everything up to this point began to make sense. The Doctors went after his mother years ago, and then they came after him. They wanted something from him, but now Stiles realized that in a weird way the Nogitsune part protected him from them. Stiles went back into Scott's room to see him waking up.

"Hey."

Scott yawned. "Hey, how'd you sleep?"

Stiles shrugged. "Pretty good actually. I didn't even realize I fell asleep."

"You were pretty worn out. Looks like you still are." Scott got up.

"I don't know. I don't think I can rest anymore, not with my dad being at the hospital."

"Let me clean up and then we'll go okay?" Scott went into the bathroom.

Stiles sat down on Scott's bed to wait for him. Once he was done, they both headed to the hospital to see Stiles' dad. He was awake and feeling much better. Stiles kept his distance, guilt was bubbling inside him and the thought of his dad seeing him take any pain terrified him. His father did not know much about the changes he had been going through, and he would like to keep it that way until he could figure out his next move.

He and Scott stayed with his father until he fell asleep again. Scott got a text and got up. Stiles looked at his best friend.

"Come on."

Stiles got up. "What?"

"You're dad's gonna be fine. It's time to help you now."

Stiles followed Scott out of the room confused. Scott was heading to the roof.

"Scott, why we going there? Bad things always happened up here." Stiles still followed Scott out of the door despite his hesitation.

"That's the point." Derek was standing near the door.

"We're gonna help you control this." Scott smiled.

Stiles shook his head. "Not here."

"You overcame the Nogitsune here."

Stiles looked at the circuit breakers he sabotaged that night. "Yeah, but it still got people hurt."

"It wanted to cause a lot more damage. You stopped it." Derek walked over to Stiles. "Look, you learned to control getting into peoples' minds right? The rest can come easy."

"What? Super strength and healing? Maybe I shouldn't have those. I'm just sick of seeing things that may or may not be there." Stiles paced.

"We think learning to control this better will help that." Scott put a hand on his friends shoulder to stop him from walking away.

"Fine, teach me."

"Hit me." Derek's face was stoic.

Stiles laughed a little. "Wait, really?"

Derek nodded.

"Okay." Stiles punched Derek in the arm, but Derek did not even move.

"I've been hit by you before and it threw me across the room, find that strength."

Stiles shook his head. "I can't, that wasn't me."

"No, but it left that strength right?" Scott assured him.

"Look in yourself Stiles. I know you found that strength when you fought Theo. Find it again, and use it. It doesn't have to be evil, or used for bad things. This power is yours now, so use it."

"Every time I try that, I see things."

Scott reassured him. "Just focus on you."

Stiles looked at Derek and then shut his eyes. They were right. The Nogitsune said it left Stiles those abilities; abilities to use for his pack. Stiles thought about when he broke out of the chains Theo put him in. He thought about the strength. He opened his eyes to reveal the dark red they had been changing to.

"Good, now hit me." Derek readied himself.

If his void self was there on the roof, Stiles ignored it. Instead he took a breath and punched Derek in the arm again. This time he knocked him down. Stiles stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Derek got up and shook his head. "Don't be, that was good."

Stiles looked down, but Scott came over to him.

"You're not evil Stiles. You're just using what's in you to your advantage. You're not a monster okay. You're you."

Stiles nodded and then they continued to practice for a while. Stiles seemed to get everything down pretty quick. They went back down to his father's room when they were done for the day, he was still asleep.

Scott watched Stiles stare at his sleeping father.

"You don't always have to take pain from a person. You can touch them without doing it. Just focus and stop the pain from coming in."

"I want to though, that feeling, it feels so good Scott. What if I can't help myself, and then I take too much?"

"You have to fight it. Only take it when necessary. Go on." Scott stayed close.

Stiles sighed and looked at his father. He wanted to leech any pain that he could be feeling, but this was about control. He needed to let go, not take anything. Stiles put his hand on his father's hand, but immediately black veins went into his arm.

"Now stop."

Stiles looked at Scott and concentrated on the flow stopping. It didn't stop completely, but it slowed down. Stiles took his hand away.

"That's a start. Hopefully you won't have to deal people's pain much."

"Yeah." Stiles sat down. "Thanks for helping, and being there like always. Not thinking I'm insane, or a monster, or throwing me in the nut house."

Scott sat down in his own chair. "Dude, we're brothers. We may have had some hard times, but I'm there, just like you'd be for me. We got through this, and we'll get through whatever's next."

"You think the Doctors and Theo will try anything else?" Stiles was worried about that.

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, but we'll get through it. We will."

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed the story! This was it, but there is a slight possibility of a sequel happening depending on what 5B is about. If that does happen it will be a new story. I also already have another story in the works set in between seasons 2 and 3, so keep a look out for that! Thank you all again so much!