Everything hurts, and I wasn't too sure if anything wasn't broken. Whatever the case, I wasn't moving anytime soon. An annoying ringing in my ears brought me back to my situation. I remembered the plane crashing, but I don't know what happened after. I didn't know who survived. All I know is that I'm grateful that we were all in the same half when the plane split.

"Stiles?" My voice cracked. I dared to look, but instantly winced from in pain. "Stiles?"

"Lydia?" A voice called to me. Isaac came into view, his face frantic and bruised. "What hurts?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Where's Stiles?"

"Lydia, I need to know if you're going to live. Just let me check you out."

"Isaac, where's Stiles?" I asked again, a heavy weight pushing down on my chest.

"Give me a few-"

"Where's Stiles?!" I screamed, hurting my throat. He sagged, unable to look me in the eyes. "Where's Stiles?" My voice barely above a whisper.

He met my eyes. "I don't know."

"Where's Allison?" If my best friend and the guy I loved were both dead…

"I don't know." His eyes glazed over. "I called out for her, but I got nothing. It took me forever just to find you." A tear slipped down his face. "If she's dead because of me I don't know how I'm going to live with myself."

Somehow nothing was broken, and somehow I managed to get up to hug him. "Isaac, this isn't your fault." He shook in my arms. "Okay?"

"No, it is. None of you would've been on that flight if it weren't for me. You should hate me right now."

I pulled away from him. "Why?"

"Because Allison and Stiles might be dead because of me."

I took that in. He was right, but this wasn't his fault. "Isaac, you are going to pull yourself together because the both of us aren't going to be a mess trying to find Allison and Stiles."

He pulled himself together before helping me up. My left leg was pretty much broken, so I leaned into Isaac. We called out for both of our friends with no answers. "How is that all of us landed so far apart? Where is everybody else that was on the plane? Where's the plane? And where are we?" All I saw was beach and land.

He sighed as he looked around. "I wish I knew."

"If this turns out to be like Lost then I'm going to be so upset."

"Obviously that was a fictional story."

"Says the Werewolf."

"Aren't you a Banshee?"

I nodded.

"Then why didn't you scream before all of this happened?"

I thought about it. "Considering how many people were expected to die that would have been a long ass scream."

He surprised me by laughing, which was much needed in our time of despair. "Considering that you were about to die, why didn't you scream anyway?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, maybe because Stiles was with me."

He gave me a look that begged the question what. "You and Stiles, he told you how he felt?"

"Uh, I think."

He helped me over a giant fallen palm tree. "What exactly happened?"

"On the plane?"

"On the plane, why you left, when you came back?"

I huffed. "I drove him away, that's what happened." I searched as far as my eyes would let me for Stiles because I knew that Isaac had Allison covered, so much that he might even skip over Stiles. "I just wanted him to be happy."

"Then why'd you push him away?"

I gave him a look. "I was standing in the way of him and Cora. He said so himself."

"No, you were standing in the way of Cora distracting him from who he really wanted. You."

If that was true, I really hope Stiles would be alive to confirm it. If it wasn't, then…I don't know. "How do you know this? You guys aren't exactly close."

"Allison would kill me if she knew that I was telling you this, but he came to Scott's a few days ago saying that he couldn't handle being Cora. Not when you were all he could think about."

My eyes tears up. "He did?"

He nodded. "In case you haven't noticed, Stiles has been there for you probably since you came out the womb."

I laughed at how stupid that sounded, but he was probably right. If Stiles wasn't alive for me to kiss him without our lives dangling over our heads then I would go crazy. He was the best guy that I knew. He was smart, sometimes too fidgety, but strong and brave enough to stand up for himself. He saw past my facades and knew that there was something else there when everyone thought I was clueless. Stiles knew the real me, and he was scary as hell at times, but I loved him. Loving someone like Stiles was dangerous because it could consume you so easily, and when you lost it…

We walked in silence for what felt like hours. I was so tired that Isaac had to pick me up. With the sky darkening fast we had to make shelter. The plan was for me to stay behind in case they came across us while Isaac went out and looked for them. Once the fire was up Isaac made a stable roof in no time before heading out into the darkness. "Good luck." I wished as he walked away.

"I'm going to find them for you, I promise." With that he went into the wilderness.

Sitting out here by myself was scary as hell. I kept hearing weird noises, but nothing bothered me. I was more scared for Stiles than anything else. If he was seriously hurt how long would he last? What other predators were out there? I tried to control the tears that brimmed in my eyes, but I was out of control. Stiles could be dead, my best friend could be dead. Isaac could be dead, too.

A sound came from somewhere behind me. I screamed as a blurry shape came into view. Stiles. I let out a scared breath. What if I was hallucinating?

"Lydia?" He stumbled forward as our eyes met.

I sprung to my feet, not caring that my leg was killing me. "Stiles…" I took him in. He was banged up, but I didn't see anything life threatening. "You're alive."

He walked to me, not really believing that I was in front of him. "How are you alive? I saw you die."

"What?"