This story picks up about two weeks after the events of The Darkness That Lies Within Us. If you have not read that, I suggest doing so. You don't have to, but you will understand a lot more if you do, since it is basically the first half of the story. This fic will follow Stiles and Derek's recovery and the pack's efforts against their hidden supernatural enemy.

Scott gets a midnight call; something's wrong with Stiles and Derek - something that leaves the two comatose and in a nightmare of a different kind. A little banshee power tossed with some supernatural sickness, topped with a generous serving of TW bromance. Spiced with: Sterek if you squint, brother!Scott, hurt!Stiles, caring!Darek, anchor!Lydia, advisor!Deaton. (I'm so lame...)

"Two years. Two years since he'd spoken to Isaac, the boy he never could quite figure out. Not that they ever talked outside walking home together those few times. In fact, to everyone else, Stiles had no reason to be upset. Isaac was the kid who kept his head down and his mouth shut. But Stiles knew more about him than that." Slight Stiles/Isaac.