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CHAPTER 15

Scott and Lydia came through the darkness and into a parking lot, where a second Scott was pulling up on his dirt bike, followed immediately by Stiles infamous jeep right next to them. They immediately recognized the building behind them from the only time they'd been there before- when the mass murderer Barrow had kidnapped Kira. Stiles jumped out of his jeep as Scott climbed off his dirt bike.

"Okay, wait here alright? Wait for the cops to come." He said to Lydia as she was attempting to take off her seatbelt on the passenger side.

"Me? Wait, why?" Lydia asked in confusion. Stiles had been running after Scott who was already in the building, but turned back quickly.

"Well I only got one bat" He said. Lydia looked away and raised her arm in annoyance and Stiles rushed into the building.

Scott laughed besides Lydia from next to the jeep. "Him and that stupid bat." He said before they jogging into the building after him.

"Yeah okay." Stiles was saying to past Scott when they caught up. The boys separated; Scott ran down the hallway in front of them as Stiles ran upstairs to the second floor. Scott and Lydia followed after Stiles. Stiles got to the top of them steps and jogged through an empty room, eyes scouring the area around them.

Lydia was looking at him with confusion. She knew this was where Scott found out Kira was a Kitsune, that Barrow would electrocute Kira and she would black out the area from absorbing it all. She knew Scott was minorly electrocuted, and Barrow killed. What she didn't know was how this was an important enough memory that Stiles would place them here. When she'd missed Stiles' smile at his mother's deathbed, she'd realized at all the memories revolved around times when Stiles was distressed. She had a theory that Stiles might be at the center of it all. That maybe he was stuck in his worst memory. Whatever that was…

A crash drew Stiles attention and he began running to the other end of the room and down another set of stairs. Scott and Lydia followed after him. The three of them heard Barrow before they saw him, and they ran into a room filled with transformers holding thousands of volts of electricity and surrounded by gates.

"She's not the one you want!" Scott heard himself shout from the other side of the room. He looked down the hallway of chain linked fences and saw himself on the floor, looking desperately at Kira. Stiles saw his best friend on the ground and rushed through the door, heading in the direction of Scott and Kira across the large room. Before he got more than five feet, electricity erupted throughout the room. Sparks were flying and Lydia screamed, Scott grabbing her to protect her from the currents traveling at light speed throughout the room, hitting anything metal they could find.

Stiles was in front of them, ducking from the sparks igniting over his head while the bat stuck up like a becon. Just then a bolt of high powered electricity hit Stiles in chest, throwing him back and pinning him to a metal box ten feet away.

"NO!" Lydia screamed as Scotts eyes widened into golf balls. A horrible scream ripped out of his lungs and Lydia covered her hears as the explosions of electricity drowned out the noise of Stiles' cry. When the electricity released him, Stiles slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Across the room the electricity started gravitating to a figure who seemed to be standing in a lake of sparks. When the sparks were almost gone, Lydia was able to see Kiras face inside the ball of white heat, sparks flying into her hands as she absorbed the electric currents around them. Her face was turned towards the other Scotts, and he looked back at her in amazement. He had no idea that his best friend was slumped 30 yards away, smoking rising from his clothes from the heat he'd just endured.

Scott and Lydia ran towards Stiles and kneeled besides him. "How the hell did he survive that?!" Scott yelled. Lydia looked at him in fear, not having an answer as Stiles began to stir. Across the room, the other Scott was approaching Kira, who had completely absorbed all of the electricity. He looked around before rushing Kira out of the room as the sound of sirens approached.

Stiles placed his hands on the floor in front of him and lifted himself up off the floor and into standing position. When he brought his face up from the ground, a callous grin was spread across his face and darkness lay behind his eyes.

Out of nowhere Scott remembered that night at the hospital talking to Derek. He'd told him how he believed the nogitsune was possessing his best friend. How this very night at the substation, Kiras foxfire was used to secure the nogitsunes hold on Stiles. His gaze drifted to the power box Stiles was thrown into, and noticed a metal baseball bat now attached to it as if in a firm grip. Stiles was no longer smoking and he casually started walking away from them, whistling like he had no care in the world. After a few yards, he stopped and went quiet. Then he was looking around the room, eyes worried. "Scott? Scott!" The second Scott came bounding through the door behind both Sheriff Stilinski and Agent McCall, looking unsure what to do. Stiles stopped again, looking at their dads in surprise. "Oh. Hi dad. Mr. McCall" He said, nodding to them before looking at Scott with a tight smile that clearly Scott took as a 'Dude why didn't you come warn me' smile. From behind their dads, past Scotts eyebrows went up and he shrugged helplessly.

Lydia and Scott were still kneeling back where Stiles had collapsed, watching the exchange. It was obvious Stiles had no memory of what had transpired here, of himself almost dying. Not at that point anyways. Scott looked at Lydia and lifted his hands in front of him in a 'what the hell just happened' posture. It was rhetorical-obviously he was very aware on what had just transpired. Stiles, Scott, and their dads were talking in the doorway, as Lydia and Scott started discussing what they'd just seen.

"I wish I could go back and just- do things differently. If we knew what was happening we could have stopped it. If I'd just listened-" Scott was saying.

"Hey. Stop it. There is absolutely no point in thinking of what we could have done. We can't change what happened with the nogitsune. It wasn't anyone's fault. And Stiles is okay now. Well, mostly okay."

"Lydia I've been meaning to ask you. All these memories we're seeing, everything Stiles is putting us through. They're all bad memories right? Why is that? Why not good memories? You'd think if Stiles is trapped in here he'd want to be surrounded by his greatest hits or something right? Why these memories?"

"I was thinking the same thing. I have two working theories. Given the sufficient evidence, both still hold up given our current predicament." Scott nodded for her to continue. "Okay, so the first one parallels my original theory. Stiles is using these memories as a defense mechanism and sending them our way. They're probably all of his worst memories because he knows it might be a distraction, that we'll be compelled to help him-thus distracting us and keeping us away from him."

"Okay, that would make sense right?"

"Yes and no. I mean if that consensus is correct then Stiles- real Stiles that is, has to have some knowledge on who we are. Because if it was someone like Theo or some other stranger in here, they would be in here for information and would easily bypass all the bad memories of Stiles to try and find whatever information they were looking for. Whereas because we're his friends he would probably know we'd feel compelled to each memory. Which would in turn beg the question that if he does indeed know it's us in here, why is he still using this as a defense mechanism against us? And if he doesn't know it's us then his method for keeping someone out by distracting them wouldn't be as effective so why use that method?" Lydia said, exasperated and out of breath from talking fast.

"Wow, did you say that all in one breath?" Scott said, impressed.

Lydia threw her hands in the air. "Really Scott? That's what you focused on?"

"No no, I heard everything you said. It makes sense that that would be what he was doing, but you're right. That does put in the question of if he knows it's us or not. But why would he be hiding from us?" Lydia shrugged, lost in thought. "What's you're second theory?"

"What? Oh. The other theory is actually more plausible since the first has a few holes in it. The reason for only negative memories could revolve around the fact of how Stiles was attacked by Theo." Scott looked at her in confusion as the world stated to darken. He grabbed her hand as she continued talking. "Think about it- in the moment he was attacked he must have known what was about to happen. He would have been scared, and it could have even been more than that. He may have been wondering how many times he's been in danger or in a crappy situation like that. Either way- if fear and pain were his last memory before he retreated in his mind-"

"Then it could have trapped him in that state when he descended into his subconscious."

"Exactly." Lydia looked around them. "Whoa when did we get to the hospital?"

"While you were explaining theory two."

"Huh." She said, looking around the roof of the hospital. She put her arms around herself as a chill went up her spine. It was freezing here. As her gaze drifted across the door leading inside, it burst open, slamming against the wall as Stiles walked out holding a duffel bag. His eyes were dark, deep bags under them, matching his calculating face. The most odd thing of it all was that he was barefoot and wearing pajamas.

"That's not Stiles." Scott said, looking onto void Stiles' eyes. The nogitsune was climbing onto a cage filled with wires and opened the duffel bag. He dipped his hand in the bag to grab something, but seemed to snatch it out again in surprise. Panic spread across his face and he climbed down to the roof again. He backed away from the electricity and tried to get to the door, but before he could, the nogitsune grabbed his mind once more.

"Stiles- stop fighting." He began saying to himself. "We're going to do this either way. You know you can't stop me." He said, going back to the gate. When he put his hands on the fence, he paused before ripping his hands away. "NO!" he screamed. "What am I doing? Why am I here?" He said to himself. He began pacing, his hands running through his hair in distress. He stopped. "We're here because I need to do something." He said, voice raspy once more.

"Lydia- those are the same clothes he was wearing in Eichen house during his nightmare."

"Wait so is this the same night? Is this a different part of his nightmare?"

"I don't think so. We found his jeep at the hospital remember? He'd driven while sleepwalking and left it here. After that he must have walked miles back through the woods to the coyote den. But I don't think he was sleepwalking. His chemo signals indicated there was a struggle up here. He must have had partial control."

"So the struggle was with himself? Or rather between him and the nogitsune. But why wouldn't he tell us that?"

"The nogitsunes a trickster spirit right? Maybe he made Stiles think this was all a dream too. Made him think this wasn't real. Or maybe he just made him forget it until it could take full control of him."

"Stop it. Stop saying we. Why are you doing this?" Stiles was begging. He was shaking in fear, as well as from the harsh temperatures of the night. His face turned menacing "Because Stiles. I have a grand plan" He said, putting his hand out towards the horizon as if envisioning it for himself. "And this is the big kick off Stiles. This is the thing that will start it all. And in the morning Stiles?" He smirked "In the morning you won't even remember this." Stiles climbed back onto the gate. He grabbed wire cutters and splicers and got to work cutting the major power line. Sparks began spewing out, but with the Void in control, it didn't even seem to affect him at all.

Stiles eyes watered. "Please don't do this."

"Oh Stiles… it's already done." With that Stiles was pushed down, and the nogitsune stepped away from the wire. He stashed the duffle bag and got down, calmly walking to the edge of the roof. It was all over in a matter of minutes. He nodded in approval, picturing the damage it would do. Void Stiles closed his eyes and his face went slack. When he opened his eyes again, it was Stiles, and yet still not quite Stiles. His eyes were glazed over, and he turned around and headed towards the door that lead inside as if not really seeing it.

"Stiles?" Lydia called out, following him.

"Lydia the nogitsune retreated." Scott said when she glanced back at him. "He must have put Stiles back to sleep, which means they're just sleepwalking right now. This must be when he headed into the woods where my parents found him." Scott said, looking lost in thought.

"Shouldn't we follow him? Make sure he doesn't get hurt?"

"There's no point. We already know what happened remember? He had a few cuts and scratches on his feet from walking in the woods but the main problem was his case of hypothermia. The hospital took care of it when my mom brought him in so it doesn't matter if we follow him. There's nothing we can do here-we need to find Stiles." Scott sounded almost cold, and Lydia glanced over to him at the edge of the roof, looking over the town. She knew he didn't mean for it to come out harsh-that these memories were starting to get to him. They were getting to her too. There was only so much pain you could see a person in before it starts to break you. It was especially bad when it was your best friend.

Lydia walked over to him and grabbed his hand, squeezing it in comfort. She knew she didn't need to say anything, just be there for him. They waited in silence, lost in thought, for Stiles to walk far enough away from them so that the world turned black.