Thanks for all the reviews! I can't wait to really get into the season. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update again. I'm going back to school tomorrow, but it is a five hour drive so maybe I'll get some writing done lol I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Laci, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Chapter 2
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The elevator doors opened and no sooner did Scott run out of them, hurrying down the hallway in search of the right room. He's gotten a call from Stiles and he still couldn't believe it. He probably still wouldn't have believed it if not for the picture Stiles had sent him of her.
Laci was alive, and she was home.
He skidded to a stop as he almost went right past the room. Jerking back, he looked inside the room and froze. Laci, his twin, was sitting right there. She was laughing while playing rock paper scissors shoot with Liam. Stiles was lean against the wall and his dad and Scott's mom were whispering in the corner. She had tears running down her face, which didn't surprise Scott. He probably did too, or he would as soon as he heard Laci talk.
Laci looked up at the sound of his arrival and smiled. Scott felt his heart stop, he never thought he'd see that smile again. Tears stung in his eyes. He hurried to wipe them away and cleared his throat. "You're really here." He said, his voice raw with emotion.
He couldn't take it when he saw her get teary eyed. He pushed forward and closed the space between them. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him. He was afraid to let go and have this be a dream. He'd hoped for so long this would happen, that she'd come back, but he'd started to lose hope a while ago.
Now here she was. She was alive and hugging him. She was real, he could touch her. She was in his arms, and he still couldn't believe this was really happening. "I'm real, Scotty. I'm here." She cried, telling him what he needed to hear as if she knew what he was thinking.
Melissa touched his shoulder, giving him a small smile. Her kids were both here. She wasn't sure how her daughter was back, but she honestly didn't care. Her kid was back, her family was whole again. Holding her daughter in her arms again, she didn't know how to describe it.
"Laci needs her rest. Come on, everyone out. Scott, ten minutes. I'm serious. She needs to rest." She said, motioning them all out.
Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but his dad all but shoved him out. Liam followed behind them. Melissa kissed both their heads before following them out. As much as she didn't want to leave her alone, Laci did need her rest. The sheriff squeezed her shoulder. "I'll have Parish come by and watch over her." He said, hoping it would bring her some comfort.
She smiled gratefully, squeezing his hand. "Thank you. I doubt Scott'll actually leave though. Stiles, you staying too?" She asked, knowing if Scott stayed, their best friend would too.
Stiles nodded, clearing his throat as he looked inside the room. Scott was probably filling her in on what had been happening since she di . . . since she'd been gone. He was still in shock over her being back. It felt like all one big dream. "I, uh, I'm gonna text Lydia and Kira and tell them what's going on. Malia too." He said, fumbling to find his phone before stepping away to send his texts.
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The hospital had gone quiet, only the sound of the machines making white noise. Scott had fallen asleep on the arm chair and Stiles was fast asleep on the chair beside him. He refused to leave, much like his best friend had. Laci was back, and they weren't about to let her out of their sight just yet.
Laci sat on her bed, she'd woken up a few minutes ago. Some protectors they were, they fell both fell asleep. She smiled weakly at the last time Scott had tired to stay up to watch over her. Only, he'd been with Isaac instead of Stiles. Looking around the room, there were already flowers from her few friends that knew she was back, but there was nothing from the two men she'd wondered about. Derek and Isaac.
Scott hadn't mentioned calling them, so she didn't ask. Had something happened? She'd been gone months, a lot could have happened since she . . . passed. Still, she was curious. Isaac was her friend, and Derek had been . . . he'd been more.
Searching the dark corners of the room, she kept expecting him to suddenly appear in one of them. He had a knack for doing that.
But he wasn't there, and she had a feeling he wouldn't be coming.
Laying back in her bed, she tried to remember what had happened to her. How she got here. It was all a blank. All she could remember was waking up in the cemetery and running into Theo in the woods. Theo. He'd definitely grown up.
She smiled weakly at the thought of him. He'd always been that shy kid in her class. He had asthma like her brother. He could be mischievous when he wanted to be, but he was always nice to her. He'd hold the door open for her, help her clean up her mess. He always had a pencil if she lost her's.
Theo had definitely grown up, that was for sure.
There was still something about him that was off to her. She could never put her finger on it, and he'd never given her a reason to not trust him, so she'd brushed it off. They were kids last time they'd seen each other, now they were almost adults. He was basically a stranger to her now. She was curious to see if any of the old Theo was still there.
Looking out the window, she saw the moon shining bright in the sky. She couldn't fall back to sleep, every time she closed her eyes she saw her death play over and over. She could almost feel that sword slicing through her body.
Tears swung as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers subconsciously traced over where her scar was. She could see herself falling into Derek's arms, she'd saved him for once. He was always saving her. It was her turn. A whimper escaped her lips when flashes of needles played in her head. No, no, they hurt. No more. She couldn't take it.
It felt like she couldn't move, she was strapped down. Her head tossed and turned, a cry leaving her lips as she tried to move. They were hurting her. Stop, she wanted them to stop. Three of them stood over her, watching her as she squirmed and cried. Scott? Where was Scott? She needed him. "Scott. Scott, h-help me. Help," She mumbled, tossing her head from side to side.
She could vaguely hear her name, but all she could feel was hands on her. They were poking and prodding at her. It hurt. It hurt so much. "Stop, please stop. Scott! He-help me, Scott." She cried. "I want Scott."
Someone was holding her wrists, keeping her from moving. Her eyes shot open with a gasp when the pain hit her. Her eyes searched the room frantically, looking around frightened. Her eyes settled on a worried Scott and Stiles. Scott was the one holding her down, blood around their hands from where he'd punctured her skin as a way to wake her.
Stiles was on the other side of her, brushing her hair out of her face. He looked worried. Her heart was racing, the fear still coursing through her. "Lace, talk to me. What were you dreaming about? What happened?" Scott asked, hurrying to wrap her wrists with something to stop the bleeding. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but he couldn't wake her up.
She wasn't even sure what her dream was about, but she didn't want to worry them more. It was nothing. It was just a dream. Slowing her breathing, she took a deep breath before looking between them. "It-it was just a bad dream. I'm sorry for waking you up and scaring you." She said, her voice small and shaky.
The boys didn't look convinced, but there was nothing they could do. Brushing her hair back, Scott just wanted his sister to be safe. He couldn't lose her again. He couldn't watch her die a second time. Neither could Stiles.
Stiles sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room. This had started out as the best week of his life. He was a senior, they'd made it. They were planning for college. He was trying to make it so all of them stayed in touch. He refused to lose his best friends. Now Laci was back and he . . . he didn't know how to feel. He was excited, of course, but what did that mean? She was dead. Dead and buried and gone for almost a year.
Someone just doesn't come back from that with little to no scratches. She seemed like she was still the Laci they all knew and loved. It feels like there should be a catch to this. He didn't want the rug to be pulled out from under them. Neither he or Scott would recover from that. Losing Laci the first time was hard enough. They couldn't do it again.
His head jerked up when he felt her hand touch his. "Stop thinking so hard, Stilinski. I can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears."
He chuckled weakly, nodding his head. She could see the worry on his face no doubt. She could always read him like a book. Leave it to her to worry about him when she just had a nightmare that had her screaming murder. "What was the dream about?" He asked.
They'd had their share of bad dreams just last year. She'd been there for that, she knew how bad they could get sometimes. She just gave him a weak smile in return, shaking her head as she squeezed their hands. "It was just a bad dream, I-I don't even remember what it was about anymore." She lied, not wanting to worry them.
Scott knew she was lying, Stiles did too. He didn't need to be a werewolf to know about his friends. Laci was just as stubborn as her brother though, she'd tell them when she was ready to tell them.
She laid back tiredly. She knew they had to be exhausted too and they probably had school in the morning too. Her mom had said she'd figure that out later for her, but she knew she'd missed a full year of classes. There was no way she'd be graduating with her brother and their friends this year.
"You guys should go home and sleep. I'll be fine. I'll be here when you get back from school. You need the sleep, and you're not gonna get it here." She told them, giving them both a look.
She didn't want them to argue with her. They knew she was right, but they didn't want to leave her alone. She could see they weren't going to budge. Yawning, she turned on her side away from them. "I'm just gonna sleep, there's no reason for you to be here. Just go, you guys. I swear, I'll text you all day as soon as I get a phone." She said, looking over her shoulder.
They were both still hesitant to leave her. Things had been great though. Quiet and normal. Scott had a feeling Laci coming back was just the beginning to what was coming though. "We just want to make sure you're alright. You came back from the dead, Laci. That's not normal, and we've seen some weird stuff." Scott tried to reason with her, but he could see she wasn't budging anymore than he was.
Stiles could see Laci just wanted to be alone. The nightmare had freaked her out, and she needed a minute to just relax. Nudging Scott, he motioned to the door. "She's right, man. We're not gonna sleep here, and she's fine here. Dad can send a deputy over. Might as well head home for a while." He said, glancing between them.
Scott held out another minute before nodding. Laci looked grateful to her friend, squeezing his hand before he got up. Scott leaned over, giving his sister a good hug before letting go. Stiles hugged her after, kissing her head before pulling back. "I'll see you guys later." She said, giving them both a weak smile.
The boys where walking out the door when Laci suddenly spoke up. "Scott?" He paused in the door way, looking back worried. "Where's Derek and Isaac? Are-are they okay?" She asked, just needing to know.
Scott smiled weakly, he'd been wondering when she'd ask about them. They had both been so important to her, it'd be weird if she didn't ask. "Isaac left for Europe with Mr. Argent. He's alright, happy again. Yours and Allison's death hit him hard." He explained, giving her a small smile.
"A-and Derek?"
He paused, how could he explain that to her? Derek almost dying, that he'd left with another woman and as far as they knew they were together. He didn't want to see his sister hurt, knowing both the men she'd loved had moved on. He had to tell her something though. "Derek, uh, he had a rough year. Losing you, it was hard. Kate came back, when Peter scratched her, she was turned. She-she changed Derek back to his younger self and it messed with his abilities. He was . . . we think it changed him human. Braeden, this mercenary, helped him get use to it. They, uh, they left a few months ago. He hasn't been back." He explained, hoping it made sense.
Laci would have been lying if she said she wasn't hurt. Isaac was gone and happy, and Derek, he'd met someone else. She'd been dead though, they both had every right to move on. Just because she was back, didn't mean they would come running back too. "I-I'm glad they're both happy. Maybe you could keep me being back quiet from them? I don't want to worry them." She said, giving him her best attempt at a smile.
She was hurt, he wasn't blind to that. The two men she'd loved both moved on. That had to hurt, it'd be off if she wasn't hurt. He wasn't going to fight her on it, if she didn't want to talk to them? She didn't have to. He wasn't about to make her. "I won't, Laci. Get some sleep." He said before closing the door behind him.
Stiles watching him curiously. "We gonna call Derek?"
If anyone had a right to know Laci was back, it was Derek. He loved her, grieved for her, just like they did. As much as Scott wanted to respect Laci's wishes, a part of him knew if it was Allison, he'd want to know.
"Yeah, we are."