Authors note: Hey everyone! I've been updating pretty frequently but just went back to school so it may be longer between chapters after this but hopefully you guys like it enough to keep reading :) I have one more chapter done already (where things will get a bit more intense) and I'll post it in a few days. Thanks for the reviews! Hope you like this next one. Side note- I noticed a couple misspellings so I just re-uploaded this chapter. If you see any more please feel free to inform me and I'll change it :)

CHAPTER 3

After a week of Stiles being non-responsive, the hospital had moved him to the psych ward. When Eichen house came for him, the sheriff had audibly shot them down. There was no way his son was ever going back there. Over his dead body. Scott was going out of his mind with worry. He drilled Lydia over and over again about how she had woken up. The fact that a lot of it had to do with Meredeth guiding her through the correct usage of her powers, as well as Stiles himself helping her wake up from the fog she'd been in for so long didn't exactly help matters. Lydia had even gone and visited Stiles many times to try and return the favor, but he didn't even look at her, he didn't even move. Seeing as her being a banshee was apart of her healing process, whereas Stiles was human, gave everyone more reason to worry. The pack all felt the loss. Stiles may have been the only non-supernatural being in the pack, but he was clearly the glue that stuck all of them together. He was always the one to make everyone laugh, the sarcastic one, the one who came up with the plans, and the one the alpha trusted more than anyone. In some ways he was the strongest of them all. They all took the loss of him from their daily lives differently, and the main thing they could all agree on was that they needed to get him back.

Scott had spent most of his free time trying to track down Theo, to no avail. The other boy was gone, and had probably skipped town the second he had attacked Stiles.

...

In the end it was Malia who came up with the plan. "You've done it before. You and Lydia went into his head to try to save him from the Nogitsune right? So just do it again!"

"Malia, he's already in a fragile state because Theo did the same thing you're asking me to do. What if I make it worse?"

"Worse than he already is? Scott they're feeding him through tubes because he won't even chew. All he does is stare at nothing. He's worse than Lydia was. It's not Stiles anymore. I don't think it can get much worse." Scott was silent. He knew she had a point, but did he really want to take that chance? "Think of it this way then," Malia continued. "Last time you went into his head, Stiles told me that Peter had said it was more a war of the mind than the body. That applies here too. And you're an alpha. You've successfully done this at least twice right? You can do this. If he's trapped in his own head, he may not even realize what's happening. If anyone can bring him back its you Scott."

Scott thought about it for a minute before nodding. "Okay. But I'll only do it if Mr. Stilinski is alright with it. He should know the risks."

...

Although the sheriff wanted to know every detail of what was going to happen, he agreed to it almost immediately. He'd known it had worked on Stiles before, and he was willing to try anything to get his son back. He checked Stiles out of the hospital and brought him to Scotts house.

Melissa was waiting for them. She would observe and make sure Stiles was alright before and after the ordeal. They put Stiles on the couch and went over the plan again. It was simple; Scott would go in, find Stiles, and bring him back. He wasn't sure what he would find in his best friends mind. Last time he was trying to save Stiles from the Nogitsune. This time he was trying to save him from himself. Melissa checked his vitals and gave the okay. The rest of the pack gathered around, and it was obvious that most of them were purposely looking at Scott to avoid looking at the vacant eyes of Stiles Stilinski. Scott extended his claws and place them on the back of Stiles neck, wincing at the scabs already there from Theo's attack.

"Wait."

Everyone's eyes turned to Lydia. "Scott, I think someone else should go in with you. You don't know what you'll find. Plus you don't know how long you'll be in there. What would be minutes out here could be hours in there. If you get lost, it could help to have one of your pack to help you out."

Scott nodded and immediately looked at Malia. Scott knew Stiles and Malia still cared about each other. They always would. Maybe she could be the key to bringing Stiles back to himself. When he asked, she bit her lip. "I don't know. After everything that's happened with us I'm not sure he'd want to see me." She looked down, hiding the hurt that was displayed on her face. When she looked up again it was gone. "I actually think Lydia should go" she said with determination.

"Me?" Lydia asked, surprised. Stiles was one of her best friends, especially after everything they had been through together, but she was more surprised that Malia was the one who had recommended she go into Stiles's mind with Scott. She had honestly thought Malia didn't like her all that much.

"Yeah you." Malia said, locking eyes with the other girl. "Stiles had told me how it was you and Scott who went in last time to get him. It worked last time with both of you under, so if we keep the dynamics the same, there's a better chance at reaching him. Plus you've been through this before, you were catatonic because of what Theo did to you. Some things may be familiar."

Scott nodded and looked at Lydia. "She's got a point. Plus, you were his anchor when we went in the water to find the nemeton. Might as well keep the pattern going. And I could always use your brain if we run into any problems. You were the one to think of howling at Stiles to get his attention last time." The rest of the pack looked to her in encouragement. Lydia nodded, not looking forward to the pain that would soon envelope her neck but knowing it was worth it to get her friend back. She stepped forward and sat down on the couch next to the catatonic boy and cleared her throat, nervous. Liam cleared his throat and looked at Scott and Lydia. "Be careful in there." he said awkwardly as he tried to blend into the background. He was still somewhat unsure how to act around them after the whole "I almost killed our alpha because I was upset on a super-moon" thing, but he had promised himself to be there for his pack every chance he got, no matter how uncomfortable it could get. Like now for instance. With that little farewell advice, he went silent again. Scott nodded at him and he felt himself relax. Kira moved from next to him over to Scott, and pulled his face to hers. Their kiss was gentle and lingering, trying to express her worry for him without saying any words. When she broke the kiss she smiled. "I'm not sure what to say, so I'll just say: be careful." Scott smiled at her, remembering the last time in Mexico when she had said the same thing to him before he had gone to find Derek.

Melissa cleared her throat and shifted her eyes to Stiles before giving a meaningful look to her son. Scott blushed before coughing uncomfortably. "Uh, right. Um okay. Lydia, are you ready?:

"Ready as I'll ever be." Scott re-extended his claws and placed them carefully along the back of his necks, making sure both were in a straight line behind their spines. He closed his eyes in concentration, letting his wolf instincts kick in but not take over. When he opened them again his vision was red, and he knew his eyes were glowing. He took a deep breath, and pushed his claws into the necks of his two friends. He heard both of them gasp, and then they were gone.