A/N: Hey everyone hope you like the story so far! I'll try to update every few days but I'm only a chapter ahead so I still have a lot of writing to do. Thanks for the reviews it's nice to hear from you guys. Hope you like this chapter, it's a bit longer since the last one was so short.

Something I wanted to point out- a guest review asked why Scott didn't recognize little Stiles and Claudia immediately from the last chapter if they had met when they were little. The reason he didn't recognize little Stiles is because most of the time he didn't see Stiles face, until him mom was attacking him and that was only a glace. As for Claudia, as stated in this following chapter, I'm writing that the boys didn't become best friends until they were about 11. They would have known each other in 4th grade (Theo implied that he knew both of them in 4th grade then in Creatures of the night) but while the actors said they think they would have met as little kids (about 4), I couldn't find it anywhere canon. If it is I apologize. I decided to go with 11 because they still would have been in grade school. Maybe they knew each other younger but didn't become best friends until that age, especially if Scott was close with Theo at the time. In S1's Lunatic- Scott didn't know that Stiles had panic attacks after his mom died (something he probably would have known if they'd been close after his mom died) so I decided they met probably became close soon after that. Hope it doesn't offend anyone, it's just how I thought in regards to this story. Love you guys!

Enjoy and please review! -M

CHAPTER 5

Lydia woke up in the parking lot of the school. She sat up, looking for Scott, who was already looking around in confusion, wondering how they had gotten there. Lydia was the first to notice Stiles blue jeep in the next lot. It was the only one in the parking lot, which would make sense given the fact that it was night, and seemed to be way past the time when normal people were at the school. Lydia knew they had to find Stiles, but she had to ask Scott something first.

"Scott. What the hell was that? I know Stiles's mom died, but… that was something else entirely. What was wrong with her? How could she-? How could she do that to her own son?" her stomach felt unsteady as she remembered Stiles 10 year old screams as his mother clawed at his face.

"His mom, she- she was sick. She had an incurable type of dementia. I knew when she got bad they had to put her in the hospital but Stiles never talked about it. We didn't become best friends until we were eleven and he almost never talks about her. I guess I never realized how bad it had gotten."

"You mean he never told you about that?" Lydia asked, surprised. Scott looked upset as he shook his head. Stiles wasn't one to talk about stuff like that. He never talked about the real stuff that was bothering him; he was always saying he was fine, no matter what he was going through. Scott knew if he needed to talk, he would. He had always assumed that Stiles would tell him what was bothering him, even if it took time so that his friend could process things first. It was only now that he wondered how much his best friend had shielded from him. Lost in his thoughts, Scott didn't notice Stiles until he heard the jeep sputter, and saw Stiles grab a wrench and open the hood.

Even from a distance Scott could see the annoyance in his best friends face as he tried to find the issue. Relief washed over Scott and he stood up, putting a hand out to Lydia to help her off the ground. "Stiles!" he shouted, but they were still too far away. Lydia looked over at Scott with a smile. "Well this was certainly easier than last time." She said, before heading in Stiles's direction. Only then did Scott notice a figure coming out of the shadows towards the jeep. His heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the light and he recognized the figure.

"Lydia wait!" he ran forward and put a hand on her shoulder before pointing out Donvan. Both of them looked on as Donovan approached Stiles, and put his hand out to place on Stiles shoulder. The seemingly innocent gesture turned foul when something unseen to his friends made Stiles scream. Only then did Scott remember a few months back how Stiles had lied about his jeeps hood falling on his shoulder, and he suddenly knew exactly what night this was. Scott knew exactly what was about to happen. And then he was running, watching helplessly as his best friend tried his best to fend off his attacker while reaching aimlessly for the wrench that was just out of reach. Almost there, Scott chanted in his head. 15 meters. 10. He saw Stiles head-butt Donovan, grab the wrench, whip around, and bring it forcibly across Donovan's face. He saw blood spurt onto the pavement. And then Stiles was running towards the school, nearly tripping over his feet to get away.

Scott had lost track of Lydia in the mayhem, but now saw a flash of her green sweater as she followed Stiles into the school. Meanwhile, Donovan was already getting up, and Scott pounced, ready to fight him to keep him away from Stiles. Except the problem he realized now, was that this wasn't actually real. They were in the mindscape, and this was just a memory of something that had already happened. As such, when Scott pounced on Donovan, he went right through him, as if he was made of mist. Unfortunately that meant Scott had basically just attacked the pavement, and landed forcibly on the asphalt. He watched helplessly as Donovan got up, and followed Stiles and Lydia inside the school. Grunting in pain, Scott followed behind, still trying aimlessly to get a hold of Donovan.

When he got to the library, Scott noticed the card Donovan used to enter. Theo's name was printed on the front. As pieces of the puzzle started fitting into place, guilt spread through Scott, knowing he should never have trusted him. Stiles had called it since day one, and once again, Scott hadn't believed him. And look where it had gotten him. He followed his senses and found Lydia standing right behind Stiles, listening to Donovan asking if he should text Malia back. That would explain why Stiles hadn't called anyone for help that night.

"Scott! Holy- you scared the shit out of me. Stiles he- I tried but he can't hear me. I didn't know what to do so I've just been sticking with him." She whispered

"I know, I tried to attack Donovan outside, but I went right through him. Lydia I think I know what's happening." Scott didn't even know why he was whispering, he knew Donovan couldn't hear him. "We're in Stiles's head right? I think we're going through his memories. This is the night he killed Donovan."

"So we can't do anything to stop it?"

"I don't think so. We can't touch either of them, and they don't seem to be able to see or hear us. There's really nothing we can do but watch."

"But why? That doesn't make any sense. Last time we were here there was a test for each of us and immediately after we passed, we found Stiles. Why is it so different?"

"Last time we were also being kept away by the Nogitsune. So how do we find Stiles in his own memories?"

Lydia was quiet, thinking. She was trying to tune out Donovans taunting as he came closer, but breathed a sigh of relief as she saw his feet go up the stairs. An idea struck her about their current situation, and just as she was about to tell Scott, Stiles began moving around the end of the bookcase. He went right through her, and she gasped in surprise. Scotts ears twitched and she knew he had heard something that only someone with enhanced hearing would be able to hear. Suddenly, a hand reached through the bookshelves and grabbed Stiles, dragging him through the book rack and landing on a pile of fallen books. "Stiles!" Scott yelled. But Stiles was already on his feet and running to the center of the library. Unfortunately, so was Donovan. He slammed Stiles against the scaffolding being used to upgrade apart of the Library. Stiles was struggling, and finally landed a blow with an elbow to Donovans face. Donovan went down like a bag of bricks and screamed in frustration as Stiles began to climb the scaffolding. He turned around, took one step onto the ladder, and grabbed his Stiles's leg, preventing him from going any higher.

Knowing it was pointless didn't stop Scott from trying to drag Donovan off of his best friend. "Don't worry Stiles, I'm not going to kill you." Scott heard Donovan taunt. Then his voice changed into something more sinister, more deranged as he growled "I'm just going to eat your legs." Stiles yelled and struggled to get out of his grasp. He looked at something just out of eye shot from Scott. By that time Scott had screamed in frustration and given up trying to get a hold of Donovan, he just managed to go through him again and again. He backed up, grabbing a hold of Lydia who stood nearby with her hand over her mouth, fear for her friend displayed on her face. It was then that Scott noticed what Stiles was reaching for with panic in his eyes. He remembered what Stiles had told him had happened next and found himself screaming at him to hurry up. To get what he knew was going to happen over with. To be safe. He turned to Lydia and told her to close her eyes.

"What, why?" she asked, not really paying attention to him.

"Don't ask just close your eyes." He told her again. Just as she did what he asked, Stiles grasped the pin and pulled. He saw the poles of scaffolding cascade through the air and spill onto the floor. He grabbed Lydia and turned away; protecting her from any of the falling metal and averting his eyes as he heard one of the poles embed itself in flesh. He turned his head slowly back towards the scene and flinched at the pole sticking out of Donovan's chest. He saw Stiles look over in shock as he descended the scaffolding. Together they watched Donovan glower over at Stiles before the light went out of his eyes.

He heard Lydia gasp in horror at the scene before them. "Oh my God. Oh my God Scott he killed him. But- but it was in self-defense right? It was in self-defense he was going to kill Stiles! Or at least, what, eat him?" She shuttered at the thought. Scott was silent as they watched Stiles run to the phone and call 911, only to freeze, unable to actually talk into the receiver. Watched as he ran to the library door, only to turn back as his phone went off in Donovans pocket. Scott watched as his best friend retrieved his phone with shaking hands, and left the library. Lydia stepped in front of Scott, forcing his eyes away from the door Stiles had just run out of, and grabbed his hand. She raised her eyebrows, a silent question asking if he was alright. He nodded and together they followed Stiles as he fixed his jeep, and hid away from the police officer who pulled into the lot. Pity coursed through Scott as he watched his friend internally struggle with what had just happened to him. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

That is until the radio stated that it was all a false alarm, a prank call. "What?" Lydia screeched in confusion. They ran in front of Stiles back into the Library, all of them pausing in confusion and horror as they stared at the lack of a body, lack of blood anywhere in the Library. "Jordan" Lydia whispered. "It had to be." But it was still unusual, how had he gotten rid of the blood so fast?

Before she had time to think over it more, the world went black, and they were somewhere else.