Stiles shot up when Julie burst through the door to his room screaming her head off as she practically jumped over his bed to hide behind it "Jules?" he asked, trying to stop his body from shaking. He had been dreaming about being in the basement again but this time Gerard had gone after Erica and Boyd, forcing Stiles to watch helplessly. He was glad that he managed to stop them from getting hurt more, even if they hated him.

"Did I wake you up?" Julie asked, looking at the boy guiltily. She had always loved having him around but seeing him like this was hard… It was hard for all of them. Especially since Stiles wouldn't tell them what happened. Her dad had theorised about the Sheriff having a hand in it but Stiles had shot down the idea as quickly as it had come up. According to him, the man would have had to be around for anything to happen.

"It's fine," Stiles smiled faintly. He had done nothing but lie around for too long anyway. After the doctor had visited, Ray and Victoria had teamed up on him and refused to let him help around the house, making him stay in his room and rest for the most part "What's wrong?"

"I just saw a ghost," she exclaimed, ducking back down behind his bed.

Stiles tilted his head. Well, that was new. And here he thought he'd be rid of the supernatural once he was away from Beacon Hills. Apparently not… Ghosts were new though "What?"

"Please come with me?" Julie pleaded "They're in the studio."

"Hey," Ray called out from the doorway, causing Julie to let out a scream. He grimaced when Stiles flinched away from his cousin "Sorry. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Julie looked at her father in defeat "You don't believe me, do you?"

Ray leaned down to be on eye-level with her "Honey, of course, I do. Mija, I see your mum all the time."

"This isn't like that," Julie protested.

"I know," Ray smiled at her "It's different for all of us."

Julie exhaled through her nose "Dad, you're not listening to me. I saw something out there."

Ray looked at her for a moment before he nodded and sat down "Alright. Okay, okay. I'm listening." He pushed up his sleeves, sending her a serious look.

Stiles looked between them and raised his eyebrows, a small grin on his face. Ray was an awesome father and he couldn't help but feel the stab to his heart at the thought of his own dad ignoring him whenever he was too much trouble "Ray, let it rest. I'll go check it out with Julie. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," he sighed, stumbling out of bed to grab a sweatshirt. He let out a hiss when the pain in his ribs flared.

"Stiles, you shouldn't…"

"I'm fine," he waved off their concern and grinned at her. He needed to move. Being cooped up in bed didn't do him much good. No matter how good it felt to just not worry about school, his dad or the pack "Come on. Show me your ghosts."

She huffed, grabbing a cross from the wall on her way down the stairs "I promise, I'm not lying. I really did see something."

"Jules, breathe," Stiles told her once they were out of the door. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders "I believe you, okay? Just show me what's going on and we'll figure this out."

"How do…?" Julie shook her head and pushed open the doors to the studio, stepping inside cautiously. She looked around, frowning when she didn't see anyone "I swear, they were here. I'm not crazy."

Stiles stiffened when a whoosh sounded behind him. He subtly turned to the side, making sure his back was to the wall. His eyes widened at the three boys standing between them and the doorway "Jules…"

"Well, we're all a little crazy," the guy in the middle shrugged.

Julie whirled around and let out a shrill scream, causing the four boys to flinch.

Stiles crossed the room in a couple of strides, placing his hand on Julie's mouth "Quiet down, would you?"

"Sorry," she mumbled, clenching her hand around the cross.

"You had your freak out," Stiles told her quietly, trying to make her see that screaming won't solve anything. It never did "Now we work on figuring this out."

Julie frowned at him "How are you so calm? You'd think you meet ghosts every day."

Stiles shrugged "I mean… Ghosts are kind of new, but life's been crazy like that recently."

"Is this why…" Julie broke off when Stiles shook his head.

"Let's focus on the three idiots over there," Stiles gestured.

The three ghosts huffed "Who are you calling idiots?" the shorter brunette grumbled.

"You," Stiles told him, moving over to the sofa. He was holding his ribs, trying not to let anyone see how much pain he was in at the moment. Maybe he should have taken the pain meds that the doctor had given him but they made him feel fuzzy – similar to how his Adderall was making him feel – and he didn't like it "Now, who are you?"

Julie nodded in agreement "And what are you doing in my mum's studio?"

"Your mum's studio?" the middle guy frowned in confusion, moving closer to Julie. He flinched back when Julie thrust the cross at him, scrambling over the piano "This is our studio. Trust me, my… The grand piano is new and…" His face lit up when he spotted the sofa that Stiles was sitting on. He ran over, pouting at the fact that he wouldn't be able to throw himself onto it the way he had planned "My couch."

Stiles raised his eyebrow at him before glancing at the other two boys who were just watching the whole thing quietly "Can we speed this up?" he asked tiredly, running his hand down his face. Julie had woken him up from the first rest he had in days and he was starting to feel it "You're ghosts, right? So what year did you die in?"

"What do you mean, what year?" the blond asked "We died yesterday."

"In 2020?" Stiles questioned, wanting to make absolutely sure. He didn't really know anything about ghosts but he would reach out to his contacts, trying to find something about them if at all possible. Around the time of the Kanima incident, Stiles had managed to gather quite a few informants in the supernatural community and they had traded information more than once before.

"20… It's 1995," the boy close to Stiles exclaimed "We're - We're in a band called Sunset Curve."

The black-haired boy in the leather jacket cut in "Tell your friends."

"Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us. It was gonna change our lives."

The blonde snorted wryly "I'm pretty sure it did."

Stiles narrowed his eyes "Sunset Curve? Where have I heard that before?" He rubbed his head, trying to place the memory when he saw Julie pull out her phone.

"What - What is that?" the blond asked, looking at the smartphone with wide eyes.

"My phone?" Julie huffed as if it was obvious.

The boys looked at each other before they shrugged "So, who you calling?"

"I'm googling Sunset Swerve," she told them.

"Sunset Curve," they chorused in annoyance. Really, they would prefer to deal with the other boy rather than the girl at the moment. She seemed… prickly.

Julie looked down at the screen before looking up at the boys "Stiles, look at this."

He awkwardly clambered to his feet before glancing over Julie's shoulder, letting his eyes roam over the article "Ouch," he winced in sympathy "Bad street dogs, huh?"

"Don't remind me," the blond grumbled, actually turning a little green.

"Sorry," Stiles apologised "Shouldn't have brought that up so soon… But I wasn't lying about the date. It's 2020." He paused for a moment, studying the boys in front of him "You've been dead for twenty-five years now."

"What? No, no, no, no… That's impossible. After we floated out of that ambulance all we did was go to that weird dark room where Alex cried," the black-haired boy shook his head.

"Well," Alex glared, his voice very much higher than normal "I don't think… I think we were all pretty upset, okay?"

The third boy who had come back over to them when Stiles had stood up, frowned "But that was just for like an hour. We just showed up here."

Stiles tilted his head "How did that happen anyway?"

"I found a CD in the loft," Julie gestured to the CD player "I got curious."

"Interesting."

"Wait. So, this is the future?" the black-haired boy asked, a note of wonder in his voice.

Alex held up his hand, face sombre "Wait. So… So it has been twenty-five years?" He shuddered at Stiles' sympathetic look "I have been crying for twenty-five years? How is that possible?"

"It's highly likely that time moves differently wherever you were," Stiles pointed out "Isn't that what happens in all those movies as well?"

"This isn't a movie though," Julie huffed, unsure why Stiles seemed so alright with everything that was happening around them.

"You wouldn't believe what movies got right," Stiles snorted.

"I thought you were afraid to come out here," Carlos said, walking in through the doors. He heard what Julie had told Stiles when they went out to check on her imaginary ghosts and he couldn't deny that he was curious. Stiles didn't even hesitate to believe Julie and he would find out why that was. Carlos smirked at Julie "You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?"

Alex let out a small laugh, nodding to the black-haired boy next to him "He can see you."

Julie glared at him "No, he can't."

"What?" Carlos frowned, looking around in confusion.

"What do you want?" Julie asked, changing the subject - badly.

Carlos glanced at Stiles who shrugged with a small grin and rolled his eyes "A normal sister, for starters. Stop being weird and come eat."

As he walked out, Julie gaped at the ghosts "He couldn't see you."

"Yeah," Alex shrugged "I mean, that's usually how ghosts work."

Julie let out a sigh and stormed past them "Look, I'm very sorry for what happened to you guys but this isn't your studio anymore. You have to leave."

"But wait," the shortest of them said "We… Your name is Jules, right?"

"Julie," she said "That's Stiles."

Alex tilted his head "That's an interesting name."

Stiles shrugged "Nickname. My real name is a Polish monstrosity that not even my extended family could pronounce."

"Cool. I – I'm Luke, by the way," the boy with the messy brown hair spoke up "And that's…"

"I'm Reggie," the one in the leather jacket nodded.

The blonde smiled lightly "Alex."

Julie rolled her eyes at them "Okay?"

Stiles looked over his shoulder at them before glancing over at Julie "You should go inside to eat, Jules."

"You need to eat too, Sti," Julie pointed out.

Stiles grimaced "I'll grab something later. I don't think I could stomach microwaved Spaghetti at the moment."

Julie hesitated, glancing from the ghosts to Stiles and back "Are you sure?"

"Go." When she was gone, he sighed, running a hand through his hair "I'm sorry about her. I don't think she had the best day at school and yeah. I'll talk to her later but until then you can stay here."

"Thanks," Alex smiled lightly "Can I - Are you and Julie related?"

Stiles shook his head "Our mothers were best friends. I've been staying with Julie and her dad since…" He bit his lip and gestured to his face "Well, it's hard to overlook."

"Did your father…?" Reggie started but was cut off by Stiles.

"He would have to be around for that," he told them bitterly "No. I was - was kidnapped I guess you could say. And I don't even know why I'm telling you that." Stiles rubbed at his eyes and stifled a yawn "I'm going to go now. Just - Don't do anything stupid, would you?"


"Are you okay, kiddo?" Ray asked, sitting down on the couch where Stiles' feet were. He looked exhausted to put it plainly and if Ray was being honest with himself, Stiles hadn't gotten much better since he came to them. At first, Ray and Victoria thought letting Stiles come to them was the best idea but she hadn't heard the screams.

Stiles looked up at him through bleary eyes "I'm tired, Ray. I just want to sleep but…"

"You're having nightmares," Ray nodded in understanding, smiling when Stiles' eyes widened "I heard you a couple of times. When the children were at school and you fell asleep. You know that you can come to me about anything, right?"

"I know, but this is something that… I can't talk about this," Stiles shook his head "Not yet."

Ray squeezed Stiles' calf lightly "And that is totally alright. I don't like seeing you hurt, Stiles. I am going to give you time but I can also see that you're not getting better."

Stiles swallowed before his eyes strayed to the front door "Shouldn't you check on Julie?"

"This isn't always going to work, Stiles," Ray reminded him before he got up "Are you coming with me?"

"No," he mumbled, hiding his face in the sofa cushion "I am going to stay here for a bit longer, I think."

"Alright. Call me if you need anything."


The next morning, Stiles was standing in the kitchen when Carlos hurried up to him "Julie is singing," he panted, tugging at Stiles' sleeve.

"She is?" he blinked, letting himself be dragged outside where the sun was just going up.

'Look out, look inside of you.

It's not what you lost,

Relight that spark

Time to come out of the dark.'

Stiles leaned against the railing next to Carlos, resting his head on the small boys' "I forgot how good she was," he murmured, staring into space.

"What do you think made her sing again?" Carlos asked.

"I don't know," Stiles shook his head, pretty sure that it had to do with three ghost boys. Julie and he had talked the night before, speaking about what they should do about the three and how Julie had allowed them to stay in the garage.

'Wake up, wake up

So wake the spirit, spirit

I wanna hear it, hear it

No need to fear it, you're not alone

You're gonna find your way home.'

Stiles swallowed heavily when the message of the song started to sink in. He knew that Rose had written it for Julie before she died but the words were touching something inside of him. Maybe he should try and talk to his father? He did just leave but… The Sheriff hadn't called once and Stiles hadn't actually bothered to get a new phone. No one had called him since he came here and that hurt. No, he was much better off away from them all here.

'Wake up, wake up

If it's all you do

Look out, look inside of you

It's not what you lost

It's what you'll gain

Raising your voice to the rain

Wake up your dream and make it true

Look out, look inside of you

When you feel lost

Relight that spark

Time to come out of the dark

Wake up. Wake up.'