Stiles stood there for another several seconds after Lydia rushed out from the room. He started at the empty chair where Lydia sat just moments ago. Stiles did not want to manipulate her, change her behavior. Although, it was hard for both of them, trying to influence her wasn't the answer.

Stiles walked out from the room, sensing the anxiety which Lydia left behind. It was like if she left a trail. He found himself following it. He stopped in front of the door to the library, realizing that he doesn't have his keycard, he opened the door with his mind. The door flung open. Stiles noticed a person lying on the floor. It was Lydia.

He run to her and checked if she's alright. She seemed healthy, only her heart rate was out of the normal, which was odd because she looked quite peaceful. Stiles didn't need long to figure out what was happening to her. Lydia was reliving someone's death, again. He carefully lifted her up and looked around. He didn't see anything where he could put her, so he just sat down on the floor and let her rest in his arms. And he waited.

Her eyes opened up wide and her hands shot to her chest. When she was sure that she's alive, she looked up, realizing that she was lying in Stiles' embracement.

"I-I'm sorry... I've found you lying here, so I wanted to... Comfort you somehow... I shouldn't have...," Stiles looked for words and was withdrawing from Lydia. She stopped him by grabbing him by his wrist.

"No, that's alright," she assured him and a small smile appeared on her face. He nodded but kept his distance.

"So... Who was it this time?" he asked anxiously.

"Donovan."

"Donovan?"

"Yeah... You remember the day when you denied that u had something with your shoulder? Gosh, I had no idea that it was Donovan... You were so afraid..." her voice trailed off.

"Lydia, please, don't make yourself go through this again. I did bad things, okay? And I did enough of them. Okay? Frankly, I don't care if you decide to despise me or not, just don't go through it again, let's find a way how to stop this."

"And how would you stop them, huh? They come suddenly, I don't have control over it."

"Maybe it's because you don't have control over your whole bansheeness."

"So, how do I get it?"

"I can help you with that."

"Since when are you an expert with banshees?"

"I had more than twenty years to learn something about them. I thought that it might be useful one day."

"Hm... Okay. I let you help me. But promise me one thing... Don't take any more lifes."

"Deal."

...

Stiles thought about what made her change her mind. Maybe dying twice like that was enough for her. He knew that Lydia is strong, but this would affect her a lot.

Stiles was on his way to Scott. They wanted to check out the place where the big black wolf run out of. They stopped at a bloody stain on the floor.

"So, here was the dead guy, I suppose," Stiles said and looked at Scott. "Do you smell anything?" Stiles asked. Scott only shook his head.

"Maybe you need something like adrenalin to trigger it..."

"Yeah, maybe... So, what's up with Lydia?" Scott asked as they continued their search.

"Um, yeah, you should ask her yourself I think..."

"Oh, well, she would tell me if it were serious, right. So I guess I let it go for now."

Scott felt like this wasn't something he should dig in. Otherwise, Stiles would have told him. Right?

"I want to help her to get a grip on her powers," Stiles said after a while.

"Really? Didn't you say that you don't want to 'cure' Kira with darkness? What's different with Lyds? She can hear the dead, that's quite dark, too..."

"Yeah, sure. But I would just tell her what to do. How to use her voice and stuff. I wouldn't be using any mambo jambo. She doesn't need that. She just has to understand how it works. I was even thinking about a visit at Meredith..."

"Meredith? Really?"

"Well, she is the only other banshee we know, so, yeah, why not."

"Or you can just Meredith guide her, when you wanna get tips from her."

"That's actually not a bad idea."

"I was kidding."

"Yeah, but I might do that..."

Scott noticed a big metalic locker which was lying on the ground. He wanted to pick it up and get it out of the way, but when he tried to lift it, he realized that he didn't have the strenght for it. Stiles watched his attempts for a while but then he leaned down to help him. Scott noticed that Stiles has a strange necklace around his neck which he hadn't noticed before. It was probably hidden under his T-shirt but now it was hanging down, a medailon of some sort.

With Stiles' help, the locker was standing right away. They discovered a huge hole in the floor. So they went down to check it out.

"What's up with the new jewelry?"

"What?"

Scott pointed to Stiles' neck. Stiles touched the medailon with his fingers and asked: "This?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen it before."

"A gift from Abaddon."

"Why are you wearing it?"

"Well..."

"Just say it, I won't judge, I think..."

"Uh, after I got rid of him-"

"You killed him, right?"

"Yes. After I killed him, a big amount of energy was still around and I didn't want anyone to somehow... Absorb it. It wouldn't do any good... So I locked it up in this necklace. So whatever happens, it cannot be destroyed, okay? Otherwise a huge ball of dark energy will pop out and nobody wants that. Well, but the ones who want to have the power."

"So, whoever 'absorbs' it, the person gets the power Abaddon had?"

"More or less."

"What would happen if you absorbed it?"

"I... I'm not sure. But with that much darkness, I don't know if I would be even still human. I'm afraid that I would become a real nightmare. Monster... So, keep an eye on it with me, alright? It can't get broken... I don't know what would happen, okay?"

"Would you kill us?"

"That depends... If it were to make me more animalistic, yeah, probably. If it just takes my emotions away... I don't think I would have a reason to kill you... I hope."

"Great," Scott said and turned around to continue along the walls. But then, he heard a loud banging noise. He quickly looked back and saw that Stiles is lying on the ground, probably stung by Tracy who was now standing in front of him.

Stiles watched the fight from the ground. He was glad to see that he was right about the adrenaline. Scott eyes were glowing red and he easily fought the chimeras off.

"Maybe you aren't ready to fight an alpha, yet." Theo said and walked closer to them.

"Hey, Theo," Stiles greeted him with annoyance in his voice. A hundred ways how to kill him flew through his mind but he kept lying on the ground.

"I see that you are alive," Theo said,"good."

"What do you want, Theo?" Scott spitted.

"You might not see it yet, but we have the same goal. 'The last chimera', you are looking for it, huh?"

"You know something about it?"

"I don't know, maybe I do... You know, I hope thay you are smart enough to see that you have to work with me, with us... It's only beneficial, for both sides. Let's go!" He smirked at Scott and send a mocking smile to Stiles, and then they left.

"Jesus, does he not remember that he killed me?" Scott asked angrily and walked over to Stiles to help him out. "So Tracy can paralyze you, huh?"

"No, she can't," Stiles answered and sat up before Scott got to him.

"Oh, it looked pretty convincing."

"Well, that was the plan, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was... So, do you heal to fast or why doesn't it affect you?"

"Um, you could say that I'm even more venomous than her. It was like adding a spoon of salt to the ocean."

"How do you mean that? You've got some special poison, too?"

"No, but, let's just say that if you drank my blood, you wouldn't end up well."

"Really?"

"It wouldn't paralyze you, but you would experience some hallucinations, quite vivid... Not pleasant ones. Maybe pain, it could lead to self-harm..."

"Wow, you are really all inclusive... I'm glad that I'm your friend and not your enemy."

"Hm. I dislike Theo and I didn't do anything to him..."

"Yet."

"I might not do anything to him at all. But he did kill my best friend..."

Scott didn't say anything and sat down next to Stiles. He stared in the wall in front of them for a while.

"I think you know what my opinion is, and I see no point in telling you. It doesn't matter in the end, I couldn't stop you if you decided to..." Scott paused and gulped, feeling of fear coming to him. Scott didn't want to sound mean, but he did, and now, he regreted it. Did he upset Stiles?

"Huh." Stiles looked like if he was thinking about something, which made Scott even more nervous.

"Scott, I want to be part of your pack. You are the Alpha, and more importantly, you are my best friend. Of course, that I respect your opinions and I'll dicuss important decisions with you. I won't kill Theo, firstly, I would break your golden rule, secondly, didn't I take enough lives? I don't wanna kill again, if the situation is possible to handle differently. Just... Please, don't see me as somebody who can't be reasoned with. I just can't stand that guy, so I apologize for any comments I make about harming him, alright? If you wish so, I won't hurt him, that's the least I can do... after everything..."

Scott's fear and nervousness were gone. He was a little angry with himself that he got scared that quickly although Stiles didn't do anything. He looked at Stiles whose head was leaning against the wall, Stiles noticed Scott's gaze and turned his head to him.

"I...," Scott wasn't sure what to say, should he apologize for judging him like that? Or should he say something else... Stiles smiled a little at him.

"You don't have to say anything..."

"I think I have to."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry that-"

"Oh, please, just don't be sorry for anything. It's not your fold that I'm what I'm..."

"No, let me. I'm sorry that I keep seeing you as... As somebody out of reach. I don't know how to talk to you, which is absolutely stupid, because you are still Stiles, my friend. But even so, I find it hard to... to feel free to tell you stuff which is on my mind, or to be relaxed somehow. And I really want to get rid of this so bad. I want to return to the time when I didn't feel all this. I don't know. It is just so weird, I thought that it'll go away... I don't know what to do with it... I had to get this off my chest..."

Stiles was silent, his eyes staring into the ground.

"Yeah, I know... I did expect it... And I'm afraid that you won't get rid of it, at least not entirely. But you will get used to it, I guess. Learn to ignore it or maybe you will find it less disturbing. But yeah, will take time. Even though, don't feel like you can't talk to me, I know that I might seem... unapproachable, but that's just a side effect from my visit in Hell... It came to me naturally, I saw it as the only way to survive, and I hoped that it won't become psychotic or whatever. I don't know what would happen if a spent there ten more years, but I'm just glad that I haven't turned into something worse... than I'm now. At least I've control over myself..."

It came hard for Stiles to talk about it. Talk about him. But Scott listened carefully. He knew that Stiles had to have a lot on his chest, too. And he wanted him to continue. To know what happened to him. He was pretty curious about that but he didn't want to ask him directly about Hell, it seemed as a difficult topic for Stiles. He gave it a try, though.

"And what did Abaddon in general? You know... To you."

"Well, when i did what he told me to do... He basically just taught me and tried to brainwash me. He only managed to do the first part. Thanks god... Do I even get to say that now? Anyway... He had some kind of vision that I would be completely under his control and he would achieve whatever shit he wanted to achieve... But then he decided that he wanted my power. He probably noticed that the other demons are acting towards me the same way as to him. And he wanted to be more."

"So... How did you kill him?"

"Uh, maybe it would be more simple if I just showed you... But I'm not sure if that wouldn't just make you more...-"

"Show me."

"Hm, okay."

Stiles touched Scott's forehead gently for a better connection.

...

Scott looked around. He was standing in a big room with maroon walls. The furniture which was in there looked quite expensive. He felt a touch on his shoulder. It was Stiles.

"You see that guy?" he asked and pointed to a tall man standing by the bar.

"Uh-huh."

"That's Abaddon."

Scott got startled when a door opened on the left. He looked that way and saw Stiles, the memory-Stiles, walking in. His expression was stone cold and unimpressed.

"Stiles!" Abaddon turned around with a wide smile. The Stiles standing next to Scott rolled with his eyes with disgust. He hated Abaddon's voice. But the memory-Stiles stayed unreadable. He walked over to Abaddon.

"I wanted to spend some quality time with you. I think that it would be entertaining if we visited your father's grave, don't you think?" Abaddon smiled on and poured himself a drink. The memory-Stiles didn't say a word. He just kept looking at Abaddon.

"Oh my god, what a son of a bitch," Scott whispered angrily.

"Yeah, he did that often...," Stiles said.

"You want to go to Beacon Hills?" The memory-Stiles finally asked.

"Well, of course, that's where the grave is."

"I don't think we are going anywhere."

"What did you say?" Abaddon sounded suprised, he didn't expect Stiles' disobedience.

"You don't wanna go to any grave. You want to go to the Nemeton."

"Where did you come up with this?"

"I didn't. You did. It's too late, Abaddon. I've already surpassed you, you just haven't noticed. I was in your head the whole time, I just waited for the right moment," Stiles said calmly.

Abaddon's face was white, realizing that he messed up and that Stiles tricked him. His arrogance is going to cost him his life.

"I suppose that the Nogitsune taught you a few things, too, hm?"

"I learn fast."

"Jeez, if I were Abaddon, I would shit my pants," Scott admitted quietly. And then he fell silent again, watching Abaddon who suddenly looked as if he were in terrible pain. The memory-Stiles didn't say a word nor did he move. He just stood in front of Abaddon, and watched him suffer. Abaddon fell to his knees and started coughing blood. And then, the familiar weird black mass started appearing around him. It seemed to Scott that Abaddon's body slowly turned into the smoke which was hanging in the air. In a few seconds, there wasn't a body anymore, just a little blood on the floor.

"What did you do to him?" Scott asked.

"What do you think?"

"Well, yeah, but how?"

"Hard to explain, that's why I thought it would be simplier to show you... The smoke is basically what is left of Abaddon's power..."

"What is it doing?" Scott asked because the memory-Stiles just reached out to it. The smoke suddenly started to summon around his arm, which suprised the memory-Stiles. He quickly grabbed the necklace he had on his neck and the black mass followed his hand, sinking into the ammulet.

Scott blinked a few times, realizing where he was. He looked at Stiles who was still sitting next to him.

"Okay, I must admit, you can be pretty scary. But it did answer my question. So thanks that you shared it with me... I do appreciate it..."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. You don't know what to tell me now, so just leave it. We can pick this up some other time," Stiles said and stood up,"you gotta prepare for school and I have to pick up my dad from the Hospital. They are finally releasing him... So yeah."

"Oh, your dad... Tell him that I say hi. I'm glad that he is okay... You know, you healing him, wanting to help Lyds and Kira... I know that it won't take back what you did, but only the fact that you are trying your best to be... Good. It means a lot to me."

"Huh, let's see if the others will see it the same way."

"I think yeah, maybe Issac won't... But you know, it's Issac."

"Hah, yeah."

Stiles drove Scott to his place. After dropping him off, he drove to the Hospital, thinking about all what happened. About the conversation with Scott, about how he would visit Meredith in order to help Lydia, about Malia and her need to kill her mother, about contacting Omri about Kira, about Parrish who became sort of a part of him now. And mainly... About his father who didn't know a thing about him being a demon. Will he ever tell him?