Hey guys, three or four of you requested this chapter, but I wanted to wait until now to write/release it. Hope you guys like it. Someone asked if I plan to finish this fic because they liked it so just so you're all aware, I have every intention of writing this story to completion. I already have an ending in mind but I write chapter by chapter so it's not set in stone. I can't see this fic being any less than 20 chapters and will probably be a bit more than that. Stay tuned and hope you like it! Please review :)

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CHAPTER 13

Scott and Lydia were in back in the basement where the nogitsine had taken Stiles in his dreams. Scott swore upon seeing it. "How many times did Stiles dream about being here?" he asked rhetorically. At least this time there was a bit more light shining in the room.

Lydia cleared her throat uncomfortably "I don't think he was dreaming this time." Scott looked over in the direction Lydia was trying not to look at. Stiles was on a couch nearby lying down with Malia in his arms. "That was- great." Stiles was saying, smile playing over his face as he lay back, calmly enjoying the moment. The two were holding hands, Stiles stroking her thumb with his own. Malia looked at him and laughed, smile staying on her face. She nestled into him a bit more and looked at him again. Her eyes were on his lips, and she turned away with a smile on her face.

Across the room, Scott's eyebrows were practically disappearing into his hairline. Lydia was looking around the basement, her eyes never straying near Stiles and Malia as she ran her fingers over the dusty cabinet next to her as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. From what she'd seen in Malia's face a second ago, Lydia realized she'd never seen her this shy. This happy. It was unsettling.

"Oh. Not a dream then." Scott said, sounding slightly uncomfortable and a bit proud. "I mean I know his first time was with Malia, but I didn't know it was in here. I thought it was when Malia started sneaking into his bed every night." He was saying quietly to himself. As much as he had hated it, he'd gotten used to being alone in these memories, so he didn't realize he'd talked aloud and that someone could now hear him until Lydia spoke up. "Well that's interesting and everything, but what do you mean 'in here', where are we?" she snapped. Scott jumped and looked over to Lydia in surprise. He blushed. "Sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud. Just uh, just forget I said-" Lydia raised her eyebrows at him. "Uh never mind. Anyways, I didn't recognize it before, but look at what they're wearing; standard basic clothes, no shoes with laces. They pretty much match. We're in Eichen house. When Stiles checked himself in to protect us."

"Wait a minute… Wait if this is Eichen house then- does that mean in a way, I was right?"

"What do you mean?"

"After Stiles went missing, I used the strings in his room to find him remember? I lead you and his dad here- to Eichen house. It was my biggest failure since discovering what I was. I was convinced he was here. I was so sure! But when we got here, he wasn't anywhere. I started second guessing myself because I'd been so sure. And I'd been wrong. But if that other memory was real, then the nogitsune did bring him to Eichen house. It was just in his mind. So- I was right."

Scott smiled. "Of course, that makes sense. You figured it out, just not in the way we expected you to." Lydia bit her lip, but Scott could tell she was just a bit proud of herself. Then her face twisted into confusion and she looked up at Scott. "Speaking of memories, what did you see when we were separated?"

Scott was distracted, checking back on the couch as Malia looked over at the far wall. "Stiles…" Malia said, getting up and walking to the far wall. Stiles followed her to the other end of the basement, walking right past them and towards the back wall where the nogitsune had drawn the backwards 5 in chalk. What lay there instead was the same symbol, this one carved into the steel. Malia tapped at it, hearing that it was a hollow wall. She looked back at Stiles "Do you hear that?"

Stiles looked around the room, gaze falling on a pipe nearby. Malia got out of the way as Stiles began hammering through the wall. Scott lead Lydia further away from them so he could hear her and began telling her everything he saw. "The hardest one to watch was Gerard. Boyd and Erica were taken prisoner there and Stiles-. Gerard beat him bloody and I couldn't do anything but watch. I wasn't there for him. I didn't even look for him when he was missing." Scott said, looking towards the Stiles currently hacking through the wall as if in a daze.

"You're here for him now. That's what counts. We're here to get him back." Scott swallowed before nodding and looking back at her.

"What about you, what did you see?"

Lydia told him about the memories she'd gone through, but her voice kept catching when she told him about Stiles mom. "Scott you should have heard him when she… he just kept screaming for her to wake up. The nurses had to drag him out. One of them was your mom by the way. It was the first time they met, did you know that?" Scott shook his head. "She was the one to get Stiles to calm down. She led him to the waiting room while she called his dad. He just sat there with his head in his hands."

Scott ran his hands through his hair. "Jeez" He said, before taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly. He sat there for a minute thinking about what it must have been like for Stiles, to watch his mother die, to be alone in that moment with her, and what it must have been like for Lydia to see something so personal and being able to do nothing to comfort him. Just when he remembered to ask Lydia something, a new figure descended the stairs quietly. Stiles was done hammering at the wall and him and Malia were talking quietly. Neither of them noticed the new arrival, but Lydia certainly did. She also saw the taser gun he was holding. She stepped around Scott and walked cautiously over to Stiles. The guy stepped behind Stiles, and put the taser to his side. Stiles grunted in pain as he spasmed to the ground. Malia turned around and looked at the new arrival with caution and anger.

"You took Brunski's keys." He said, turning his attention to Stiles. "I took his stun gun." Malia took a step back, and the kid leapt into action, electrocuting Malia right in the stomach. Lydia looked back to see if Scott was seeing this and found him right behind her. Malia slid down to the floor. "I also got his Haldol." He said, injecting a syringe into Malias leg. Almost immediately, she slumped forward, sedated. Scotts mouth dropped open in surprise. He looked over at Lydia. "Who the hell is this guy?" he asked.

"It's like I was saying Stiles. I heard they used to do trepanation here." Lydia shuttered, unconsciously touching a spot on her head that was still sore, hair just starting to grow over the scab. She was brought back to the feeling of the drill, the blood on her hair, her need to scream. She closed her eyes, willing the memories away.

"Oliver" Stiles said, struggling to get the words out as his nerves convulsed. "What are you doing?" Oliver reached behind him and picked up a drill, turning around and coming closer and closer to Stiles. Lydia took a slow step away from him.

"I'm gonna let the evil spirits out." He said, and started the drill. Stiles shook with fear as Oliver approached him. He let the drill stop, looked at Stiles, and whipped the edge of the drill into Stiles' head. Lydia screamed as Stiles instantly slumped to the floor, unconscious.

"Holy!" Lydia screamed.

Anger was displayed clearly on Scott's face. "What the fuck dude?" he asked, not caring if he couldn't hear them. Oliver began getting Stiles off the floor and tying him to a nearby chair, using the restraints from the facility. When he was done, he did the same to Malia. Then he sat down and waited.

"Scott, did Malia tell you about this?"

Scott shook his head. "She just said Stiles' roommate in here knocked them out, but when she came to, he was unconscious and Stiles just glanced at her and walked away, leaving her tied to the chair. She was pissed until she realized what must have happened. She had to wait for Oliver to wake up and have a melt down before any help was alerted."

"So what happened while she was out? Is this when the nogitsune took over?" Lydia asked, shivering. Scott was brought back to the night he'd raced to Eichen house to try and stop Mr. Stilinski from putting Stiles in here. How he told Stiles he couldn't protect him in here. How much he'd apparently underestimated the crazies in here, and just how bad things could apparently get. He remembered that the last thing Stiles had said to him before he'd stepped into the facility was that if they couldn't figure his situation out, then to make sure he never got out of this place. In the end it had turned out that there wasn't anything Scott could do; the nogitsune took over and got himself out.

Scott looked at Stiles as he started to stir. Oliver walked into Stiles' field of vision as he blinked his eyes. "I- I borrowed some pointers from the five point restraint." He said almost shyly, as if looking for someone to praise his confinement skills. Stiles looked down at his hands and feet, and automatically tried to break free, but it was no use. The same bindings had been used on countless out of control patients effectively for years.

"Oliver, stop this." Stiles said desperately. Just then Oliver started coughing. Scott smelled the blood before he saw it in Olivers hand, along with what appeared to be a dead fly. Scott looked at Oliver with disdain, mouth twisted up. "That's disgusting."

"Scott. It's a fly." Lydia said, slapping Scott's shoulder. "It's a fly Scott- just like what the nogitsune used to control Derek, Issac, and the twins remember? He almost made them all kill each other." Scott's eyes widened and he cursed.

"Oliver listen to me, stop. Oliver-" Stiles was saying, backing away from Oliver as much as he could while tied to a chair. Oliver advanced on Stiles slowly, raising the power drill and turning it on. Lydia whimpered, hating the sound. "Oliver stop!" Stiles yelled. Scott's heart was pounding in his chest, when he heard a deep, raspy voice call out of the shadows.

"Start with her."

The drill stopped, inches from Stiles' head. Oliver looked over his shoulder and moved over to Malia's chair. Stiles, Lydia, and Scott all looked towards the voice, and saw with fear the nogitsune sitting calmly in the shadows, not that far from them. Lydia automatically reached for Stiles' hand next to her, forgetting that he wasn't corporeal. She rested it over his, unable to connect but wanting the comfort of her best friend. Stiles began shaking as the nogitsune turned his face to look at him.

"You did this." Stiles whispered to the fox in confusion. "You got into his head." He said now with conviction.

"Every Dracula needs a Renfield." He said. Stiles looked over to Malia as Oliver tightened her bindings. Worry crossed his face.

"Just let her go." He said, voice shaking.

"Let me in." The nogitsune said. Stiles eyes began watering in fear of the ultimatum now placed upon him. Scott knew the dilemma his best friend was having. Stiles couldn't let the nogitsune in and let it wreak havoc on his friends, but he also couldn't let Malia die. Stiles tried again to get free, to no avail. "Stiiiiiles" the trickster taunted. "Do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place…"

"Just let her go. Please." Stiles whimpered. Scott and Lydia watched helplessly. Lydia tried to undo the bindings on Stiles arms, but because it was an essential part of this memory, they wouldn't budge. Stiles continued struggling with the bindings as the nogitsune advanced closer and closer.

"Let me in" he whispered forcibly from besides Stiles. Stiles let out a scream of frustration, seeing no good way out of this situation. Across the room, Oliver got close to the unconscious Malia, putting one hand on her head as he turned on the drill. Scott's eyes automatically turned red and his claws extended as the need to protect his pack became more prominent. "Let me in Stiles... Let. Me. In."

Stiles was screaming, going wild as he tried to get out of the restraints. "JUST LET HER GO, PLEASE!" he screamed. The drill was getting closer and closer to Malias head. Scott growled menacingly at Oliver, but he didn't even flinch. Lydia was staring at Stiles, and her heart leapt in surprise as Stiles eyes glanced in Scotts direction for a second before looking elsewhere, tears streaming down his face. She pressed down her hand into Stiles' but it went right through again. She must have imagined it in her fear.

"Let me in Stiles." Stiles threw his head against the back of the chair, tears dripping down his face. He closed his eyes tight in fear. "Let me in!" the trickster said again. "Let me in, I'll let her live." Stiles face started to relax. "Let. Me. In." Stiles went slack. "Scott!" Lydia screamed, and he turned around, watching as his best friend fell into unconsciousness, face wet from his tears. For a moment he almost looked at peace. Olivers drill was just inches away from Malias head. Within a few seconds it was centimeters. They watched as the Nogitsune dispersed like mist, and Stiles opened his eyes. But it wasn't quite Stiles. "Oliver." He said, voice raspy and calm. The drill stopped just as it brushed Malias hairline.

The nogitsune broke the restraints easily and rubbed his wrists where they were raw from Stiles' struggle. He raised his eyes to the boy still in his grasp, and made his way over to him. Oliver held the drill in his hands comfortably, and smiled at Stiles like a puppy asking if he did good. Void Stiles paused when he reached Oliver, before taking the drill and knocking Oliver out cold with it in a single flash of his hands. He walked slowly over to a table nearby and set the drill upon it as Malia began to stir.

"Stiles?" She asked, mind and voice still foggy from the sedative. Stiles looked over at the girl tied to a chair, smiled, and made his way up the stairs. When Lydia and Scott stayed put as Stiles left, the world descended into darkness and Scott and Lydia blinked rapidly at the sunlight that now steamed into the office windows. They were back at Beacon Hills High School.