Hope you guys like the story so far. Thanks for the reviews it means a lot! Since season 5B is still airing right now (Holy s**t last nights episode was amazing right?!), and I started writing this between "Damnatio Memoriae" and "Codominance", some of the newer things in tail end of the season may make some things inaccurate for some scenes in this fic. Hope you like the new chapter. Please review :)

CHAPTER 12

Scott was in the tunnels. He recognized it immediately. This is where they'd found Lydia when she'd been kidnapped by the nogitsune. This was where Allison had died. He noticed three figures coming into view, running towards him. Stiles, Lydia, and Scott emerged from the shadows, and he ducked out of the way to let them pass. It was weird seeing a version of Lydia that couldn't see him. His gut twisted with disappointment. He was glad she'd decided to come into Stiles' mind with him, but now she was lost somewhere in here without him and he found himself missing her company. If he had to see all these awful memories of Stiles, it was nice to have a friend to count on. Ahead of Scott, he saw Stiles struggle to keep up. Scott followed behind at a distance, while his past self was well ahead of the other two by now.

Stiles stumbled and called out to Lydia. "I can't-" he said, leaning against the wall desperately. Lydia immediately turned around and tried to support him as he slumped against the wall. Ahead of them, past Scott continued on, not realizing that they'd fallen behind. Present Scott had run up as soon as he saw Stiles stumble. He knew that his past self was desperate to get to the scene of all the commotion he was hearing. He watched helplessly as Stiles slid down the wall, Lydia's efforts not quite enough to keep him upright. He seemed to be struggling to stay conscious and Scott couldn't help but hover a bit too close in worry.

He knew he should move on but couldn't bring himself to follow his past self out of the tunnels. He knew if he did, he might see Allison's death again. It wasn't guaranteed, seeing as Stiles hadn't seen it, but he certainly had. He had no desire to even take a chance at seeing it again. So he stayed and watched as Lydia called out to Stiles in a desperate attempt to keep him conscious. He waited and watched as it failed, and Stiles' arms fell to his side, and his eyes closed. With his sheet white face and deep bags under his eyes, Stiles looked dead. It disturbed Scott, but not as much as it did when Lydia suddenly turned to look down the hallway, and screamed Allison's name. Scotts stomach churned as he heard the banshees scream, knowing what had just happened. The world went dark, and he was somewhere else.

...

Scott didn't really know where he was. It looked vaguely familiar and he got an unsettling feeling as he stood at the top of the steps of what appeared to be a hotel. Stiles, Lydia, and Allison began descending the stairs, Stiles passing right through him. Well that answers one question, Scott thought in disappointment. He was so sick of failing to find his best friend. It was beginning to feel hopeless. He felt like a failure; he couldn't find Stiles, and he'd lost Lydia. He felt like it had been hours since he'd seen her. But then again time didn't really seem to be a construct in here.

"Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?" Lydia was asking Stiles.

"Yeah I'll go get it." He responded, but then immediately slowed down, drinking in the sight before all of them. Another Scott was in the middle of the parking lot, soaking wet in what appeared to be gasoline, and holding the last lit flare from the school bus. Scott's eyes widened. He remembered this now, but from his viewpoint, it had always been a bit of a blur to him. The wolfs bane that he'd been poisoned with had caused all of the wolves that had been on the school bus to try and commit suicide, but by the next day, none of them could remember it all that clearly. It had been like a dream, and he'd snapped out of it when an explosion had gone off near them. He'd come to on the ground in a mess of limbs with his friends.

Allison, Stiles, and Lydia circled around him cautiously, not taking their eyes off of him. "Scott?" Allison asked, voice filled with panic and fear. Slowly, the drenched Scott raised his eyes to his friends momentarily before lowering them again. Scott walked over from the stairs, staring at the scene before him, letting his eyes dart to Allison last. Just like with Boyd and Erica, the sight of her filled him with both joy and grief.

"There's no hope" past Scott was saying, and Scott looked up at himself, his words ringing true for what he'd been feeling just a moment ago.

"What do you mean Scott?" Allison whispered, eyes filling to the brim. "There's always hope." Stiles and Lydia stood just behind her, their eyes mirroring Allison's as tears formed in fear for their friend, their shock dissolving into a cautiousness.

"Not for me. Not for Derek." Scott continued.

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault." Allison was saying.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse, people keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

Stiles stepped forward. "Scott listen to me okay? This isn't you. Alright? It's someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay, now-"

"What if it isn't? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night. The night I got bitten." Past Scott was still looking at the ground, almost afraid to look at his friends. "Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me- we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important."

Scott couldn't help but wonder why he was here. Why this memory? So far it had been memories where Stiles was in trouble, memories where Stiles was being hurt in some way. Wasn't this more of a bad memory for Scott? He turned his eyes to his best friend and noticed that Stiles had a tear streaming down his face. His face was resolved and he was blinking away his hurt and fear.

"We were no one." Scott was saying.

"Scott!" Lydia screamed. She sounded panicked but somehow there was also relief in her voice. Scott looked over to her in confusion, but she still had the same expression as she had had on before. She didn't even look like she'd said anything, and certainly didn't look like she was about to say anything more. Scott looked at her in confusion. "Scott! Scott over here! Scott!" Scott had been looking right at Lydia, and she hadn't uttered a thing. The voice sounded a bit further away too. His eyes widened, looking around desperately. Lydia was running at full speed towards him from behind the bus, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

"Maybe I should just be no one again." He heard himself say from behind him.

"Lydia?" He whispered. "Lydia!" And then he was running towards her. They met half way and she ran into his arms. He hugged her tightly before letting her go and beaming down at her.

"About time!" She yelled at him. "I've been looking for you forever! You would NOT believe what I just had to witness, it was horrible. I was starting to think I'd never find you in here."

"Yeah same, I was worried. How long have you been here?"

"I came through behind the bus. When I recognized what I was seeing, I started walking away to get to the next memory, but something told me to look back. That's when I saw a second you. I couldn't believe it. By the way? For having super hearing, you really are deaf when you're not really focusing." She said, rolling her eyes. They had unconsciously walked back their past selves, Stiles, and Allison. "I hate this memory. You really freaked us out."

"Yeah but that's what I don't get, why this memory? Everything I've seen so far has been based around bad events revolving around Stiles, but this one revolves more around me."

Lydia stared at Scott. "Are you serious? I mean you were the one who almost offed yourself because of the wolfs bane, but you almost took Stiles with you. Don't you remember?"

Scotts widened in shock. "No, it was all sort of a blur. I didn't really want you guys to relive it, and I was kind of embarrassed so I never asked about it."

Lydia slapped his arm. "Well then watch. No matter how 'embarrassing' it is. He turned his head towards the scene before him and watched from just outside the puddle of fuel between him and his best friend as Stiles began walking towards his gasoline drenched self.

"… You're not no one okay? You're someone." Stiles was talking to him with determination, tears falling down his face. "Scott, you're my best friend. Okay, and I need you." Stiles was taking slow, cautious steps toward Scott. "Scott you're my brother. Alright so-." Stiles took another step forward, and into the puddle of gasoline at Scotts feet.

"No no no no no." Scott was whispering next to Lydia. She noticed Scott's hands tense into fists and he began rocking on his feet, automatically itching to protect his friend. Her eyes quickly returned to the scene before her. She knew how this ended, and yet she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"So if you're going to do thing" Stiles said, placing his hand on the flare just over Scott's. "Then you're just going to have to take me with you." He said, acceptance and determination plaguing his features. Scott looked around at his friends faces while Past Scott began crying, not willing to sacrifice his best friend. Allison had her hand over her mouth in worry and fear, while Lydia looked at a loss for words, worry plaguing her features for her two friends in such grave danger. Real Scott breathed a sigh of relief as Stiles gently took the flare away from Scott and threw it away from them and onto the pavement just out of reach of the gasoline. While everyone's eyes were on Scott and Stiles, it was only past and present Lydia that saw the flare caught by the wind, rolling back into the petrol. As soon as it hit the fuel, fire began spreading through the gasoline towards Scott and Stiles.

"NO!" Lydia screamed, running towards the boys.

"Stiles!" Present Scott said from next to Lydia. When he began running forward, Lydia grabbed onto his arm and yanked him back. "Scott Stop! Stop."

Allison immediately began running out of the way while Stiles grabbed onto Scott just as Lydia tackled them to the ground outside of the oil puddle. The explosion that ensued was large, and they had no idea how it failed to alert anyone with the noise.

Meanwhile, off to the side, Scott and Lydia had turned away from the heat as part of the parking lot went up in flames. When they turned back, they saw the hooded figure of the durach inside the fire. When she disappeared, both their eyes fell upon the fallen teens.

"He was- going to sacrifice himself with me? That doesn't make sense, we would have burned alive. That's like the worst possible way to die…" Scott said.

"He wasn't going to watch you die Scott. We all know you two are basically brothers. It makes sense doesn't it?" Lydia asked. "Scott you'd do the same thing for him. That's why it's a bad memory for Stiles. He almost lost you. He saw someone get in your head and make you want to take your own life. That's like, his worst nightmare. Maybe why that's why he let us both come here. It was a strong memory for him." Scott looked at the ground before nodding, a lump in his throat. It was defining times like this that made Scott regret dragging Stiles into this life. Into all this danger that made him almost sacrifice himself. Scott knew he'd be devastated if anything happened to Stiles. He wouldn't be able to live with it. Not wanting to think of the possibility, Scott turned his attention to his friends on the ground.

Lydia was laying on top of Stiles protectively, a single tear cascading down her cheek as she stared at the place the durach had just been. Stiles was staring at Scott, seeing if he was alright, while Scott appeared to be looking around in confusion. Allison began helping Scott up, asking if he was alright.

"Yeah I'm fine. What's going on? I- I don't-" Scott was saying, looking over at the dwindling fire. Stiles was still on the ground under Lydia, who was still staring at the place where the hooded figure had just been.

"Uh, Lydia?" Stiles asked. "Do you mind just uh, I mean-" Lydias eyes widened as she realized she was still on top of Stiles.

"Oh! Yeah-sorry." She said, standing up and walking over to check on Scott, her cheeks red. From the side lines, Lydia raised her hand over her eyes in embarrassment as Scott looked over with an arched eyebrow and a smile, tension now gone with their friends safe.

She glanced over at Scott as the area began to dim, and grabbed his hand quickly. They'd just found each other again in Stiles' head, they were not going to get separated again. Scott was still staring at her so she slapped his arm. "Shut up Scott." She said. He burst out laughing, and they were gone.