Thanks for the reviews I'm glad you guys like it :) Some of you have been asking for this chapter for awhile so here it is! Hope you like it. Enjoy and please review! New chapter Monday morning.

CHAPTER 18

Lydia's heart started beating out of her chest at the sight of Alpha Peter advancing on her through the misty night. "LYDIA!" She heard from behind her. She knew that voice by heart now, and both versions of her turned to see Stiles running at top speed towards her, panic on his face. "RUN!" They tuned back to see Peters fangs elongate and his eyes turn red. Lydia stood frozen in place, once again in the moment of panic she'd felt so long ago. Luckily she wasn't alone here this time. She felt Scott's hand on her shoulder as he pulled her back and away from Peter. She watched in horror as he bit her younger self on the side, tearing his teeth into her skin. She watched as her blood spilled onto her dress and her screams filled the air. She saw herself struggle in panic to get out of his grasp, smearing her own blood all over herself in an effort to get away. She watched herself fight less and less until she went limp as her body fell to the ground without an ounce of grace.

Stiles was running as fast as he could, but he didn't get to her in time. He slid onto the ground in front of her bleeding body, face to face with Peter who was hovering over her body as if claiming his prize. Lydia didn't realize she was shaking until Scott pulled her into a protective hug, his eyes hard and jaw set as he looked at her body on the ground.

Stiles eyes were flickering between Lydia's blood stained body on the ground, and Peters homicidal glance. "Don't kill her. Please." He begged. Peter looked as if he was considering it for a moment before looking back to Stiles.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find him." Stiles looked up at him in confusion, breath filling the air in front of him in little puffs as the cold air settled into the night.

"What?" Stiles asked. Peter lifted his finger and dragged it down the side of Lydia's unconscious face. From above them, Lydia shuttered.

"Tell me. How. To find. Derek. Hale." He said menacingly.

Stiles' gaze was locked on Lydia. "I don't know that, how would I know that?" he said, voice rising in his panic.

"Because you're the clever one aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent Stiles. Tell me the truth. Or I will rip her apart." Stiles breathing picked up as his gaze shifted in fear from Lydia to Peter.

"Look I don't know okay? I sw- I swear to God I have no idea."

"TELL ME!" Peter roared, voice filling the field. Stiles looked down to the ground, shaking in fear.

"Okay okay okay look." He took a deep breath as his eyes shifted, and Scott realized he knew that look well. Stiles was calculating in his head. He was putting the pieces together, figuring something out. "I think he knew."

"Knew what."

"Derek I think- I think he knew he was going to be caught." Stiles said, avoiding Peters eyes.

"By the Argents."

"Yeah."

"And?"

"When they were shot, he and Scott he- he took Scott's phone." Peter raised his eyebrows in slight annoyance.

"Why?"

"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it, and if it's still on, we can find him." Stiles finally looked up at Peter in nervousness and anger.

"Great. Now was that so hard?" Peter said, standing up and bringing out a handkerchief from his pocket. "Let's go for a little ride Stiles." He said, wiping Lydia's blood off of his face like it was something he did every day.

"No. I'm not just letting you leave her here."

"You don't have a choice Stiles, you're coming with me."

"Just kill me, look I don't care anymore!" Scott rocked on his feet, itching to punch Peter as he stared at his best friend, shocked at the words coming out of his mouth. He'd heard them once before. When they'd been on their way to saving Lydia from the nogitsune. When him and Isaac were wondering out loud if the nogitsune dying would kill him too. Apparently, Stiles had little regards to his own life if other people were in the crosshairs. Something he knew he did as well, but something he hated to see in his best friend. While he admired his bravery, he didn't want Stiles to put himself in harm's way. He couldn't lose him.

Peter put his claws under Stiles chin, forcing him to stand up as the claws threatened to draw blood. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is, that's all you get." Peter said, taking a few steps away. Stiles immediately called Jackson, and told him the basics. The second he hung up the phone, Peter grabbed his arm and started dragging him away from Lydia's unconscious body.

Despite his protests, Peter didn't let go of Stiles until they were in the parking lot next to the jeep. "Get in." Peter said, tossing Stiles towards the driver's seat. Stiles was starting to look annoyed as he unlocked the driver's side door and turned to open the passenger's side. He paused as if debating making a getaway now that he was in possession of his jeep, and some protection with the locked doors, but Peter turned his head menacingly. Stiles had to know that Peter could a) easily rip the jeep apart and then kill Stiles, and b) go back into the school and kill everyone.

"Ugh, fine." Stiles said, rolling his eyes and leaning over to unlock his door. Scott smirked and climbed in the back seat with Lydia. While neither Peter nor Stiles seemed to have heard the opening and clamming of the door as the two entered, Scott noticed that Stiles seemed to twitch at the sound of the closing door as his heartbeat picked up ever so slightly. He immediately reached out and tried to touch his shoulder.

"Stiles?" he asked, but his hand went right through him. He brought his hand back, confused. He could have sworn- but it must have been a mistake.

"Scott? What's wrong?" Lydia asked from next to him.

"Nothing I just thought- never mind." He said, sitting back in frustration.

"It's clearly not 'nothing', did you see something?"

"No I just thought for a second that Stiles heard me. He twitched when I slammed the door and his heartbeat picked up slightly, but it was probably just in response to Peter being here. Guess it's just wishful thinking." Scott said, giving Lydia a sad smile.

They drove for a while in silence, Stiles staring at the road like he wanted to punch it. "Don't feel bad." Peter said as Stiles huffed in annoyance. "If she lives she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah and once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

"Well actually considering she's a woman, twice a month." Peter said casually. In the back seat, Lydia cringed and groaned in embarrassment at Peter basically talking about her period with nonchalance. She decided to just stare out the window and pretend this conversation wasn't happening. Or rather never happened. In the front row, Stiles was staring at Peter with his mouth open and eyes narrowed, and Scott knew that as his look of annoyance as if saying "please just shut up". He slowly turned his eyes back to the road and proceeded to ignore Peter the remainder of the drive. Peter went along with it except when he shouted directions on where to go.

They pulled into a parking garage and into an empty space. As they piled out of the jeep, Peter moved over to Stiles and pulled him by the back of the neck, practically dragging him over a few cars. Scott's hands curled into fists. Peter brought out a set of keys and began rifling through them to find the right one.

"Whose car is this?"

"It belonged to my nurse." Peter said casually, opening the trunk.

"What happened to your nu- oh my God!" Stiles shrieked as he saw a bruised and battered body of a woman in the trunk of the car. Peter moved the dead woman's arm out of the way and retrieved a bag from her clutches, handing it to Stiles who was still staring at the body with a gaping mouth.

Peter looked between the dead body and Stiles. "I got better." He stated, closing the trunk. Stiles looked at Peter with disgust, clearly wondering what the hell was wrong with him as Peter snatched back the bag and placed it on the trunk. He opened it to bring out a phone and a laptop.

"Yeah good luck getting a signal down here- oh. Wifi. And you're a Mac guy, does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?" Lydia rolled her eyes as Peter looked at her friend in annoyance. It was always the same with Stiles. Whenever he felt nervous or threatened, he resorted to talking. More specifically, sarcasm. He had a knack for it too, always had a retort for everything.

"Turn it on, get connected."

"You're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles said, turning over the wifi hot-spot and inserting the details into the laptop. Stiles cleared his throat "Look you still need Scott's username and password and I'm sorry but I don't know those."

"You know both of them."

"No. I don't." Stiles insisted.

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you were lying."

"I swear to God-" Stiles started, but before he could finish that sentence, Peter grabbed the back of his neck and slammed his face into the laptop. Stiles grunted in surprise and pain as Peter kept his face planted into the keyboard. Scott moved forward, claws extending, but Lydia grabbed his arm.

"I can be very persuasive Stiles. Don't make me persuade you." Scott instinctively growled, but didn't move any closer. Stiles twitched, as if trying to pick his head up off the car, but Peter had it in a firm grip.

"Okay, okay, okay." He said, and Peter let him go. Stiles cast a nervous glance back to Peter but started typing more information into the computer. "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think, Stiles-type!" Peter shouted. Stiles typed a couple more keys before closing his eyes as if debating whether or not to ask. "You're gonna kill people, aren't you?"

"Only the responsible ones." Peter said, looking at Stiles.

"Look if I do this? You have to promise to leave Scott out of it." Scott's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Stiles was the one Peter had just kidnapped, the one who could be killed the second he typed in what the alpha wanted to know, the one whose life was in immediate danger- and yet he was negotiating with the murderer on his behalf? Scott was touched at his best friends devotion. Even then, before he really knew how deep they would get into the supernatural world, Stiles seemed to care more about his best friends life than his own. Peter took a deep breath before turning back to the teenager next to him.

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." Scott tensed. Peter should have known that Scott would never help him kill anyone, especially Allison and her family.

"He's not going to help you." Stiles said, and Scott nodded in approval and appreciation. Stiles knew him so well.

"Oh he will. Because- it will save Allison." Stiles looked away, knowing he was right. "And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend, whom you know so well." Stiles closed his eyes in frustration and looked back at the laptop. "You even have his username, and password." Stiles took a deep breath, pausing before he typed in Scotts username. Scott cringed in embarrassment at his then-password. Peter looked at dubiously. "His username… is Allison?" he said, and Stiles typed in his password. Scott covered his face with his hand as Peter looked at Stiles in disbelief. "His password is also Allison?" From behind him, Scott heard Lydia let out a snort of laughter as she clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to keep back her giggles.

"Yeah yeah, I know." He said to her, trying to hide his blush.

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles asked, making Scott blush harder in embarrassment. Nothing said obsessed more than everything on his phone being about Allison. Immense irritation passed over Peters face and he had to pace back and forth once in frustration.

"Scott should we go? You tested him in the car, and he's not in any immediate danger right?"

"Yeah. Yeah but he's alone here. With Peter." Scott said, looking back at Lydia.

"Scott this already happened. We can't change it- Stiles was fine."

"I know but- I don't know there's a reason we're here right? I just feel like we're missing something. And not just this one memory but in all of them. I feel like we're missing something- something really important."

"Like what?" Lydia asked.

"I don't know." Scott said, looking lost. Stiles' voice brought Scott back to the scene in front of him.

"Wait what-that's where they're keeping him? His own house?" Peter was looking at the map in confusion until something clicked and he smirked.

"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." Out of nowhere, a howl echoed into the garage, and Peters head whipped towards it in recognition. Scott recognized it as Derek, and knew that he had to be calling out for help. "And I'm not the only one." The alpha began packing up the supplies, stuffing everything into the bag as Stiles stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. Peter threw everything into the back of the car and turned back to Stiles. "Give me your keys."

Stiles looked up towards the ceiling and huffed deeply, drawing his key ring out of his pocket and handing them to the werewolf reluctantly. "Careful, she grinds in second." He advised, but instead of walking towards the jeep, Peter grabbed the keys and gripped them tight before letting them dangle from his fist, completely bent out of shape. Stiles looked at them in surprise and irritation before taking them back from the alpha. Peter turned around and opened the driver's side door to the car. "So you're not going to kill me?" Stiles asked. Scott closed his eyes in exasperation and he could practically see Lydia rolling her eyes to the ceiling from behind him. Why the hell would he say something like that right when it was clear he wasn't? It could have made Peter change his mind and simply snap his neck right there. He opened his eyes and stared at his best friend, moving his jaw in anger. For a pretty clever guy, Stiles could be a bit ignorant sometimes.

Peter turned around and took a slow step towards Stiles. Stiles took a step back and swallowed in fear. "Oh God." He said nervously.

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and you're not the bad guy here?"

"Oh my God Stiles- shut up!" Lydia said loudly in annoyance, coming to a stop right next to Scott in back of the car.

Peter tilted his head back and looked at the teenager in front of him. "I like you Stiles." Stiles looked around with agitation for Peter once again ignoring his question. "Since you helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" He asked casually, as if he didn't care at all. Scott and Stiles heads snapped to look at Peter with shock, while Lydia inched closer to Stiles, fear for him making her inch closer as if to protect him in some way.

"What?"

"Do you want. The bite." Peter said slowly. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us."

Stiles eyes shifted to the side as if in thought, and Scott stared at his face, trying to read all the emotions crossing it. He'd never known Peter once offered him the bite. He'd never even thought to ask his best friend if he'd ever thought about it; if he'd ever wanted it. He had always figured that if he had, he'd ask for it. Since he hadn't, Scott assumed he'd rather stay human. But the look on Stiles face in this memory suggested that he was actually contemplating it. But then his eyes hardened as they shifted back to Peter. "Like you." He said as if with conviction.

"Yes- a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture." He said sarcastically. "That first night in the woods I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could have just as easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him." Stiles began looking elsewhere, thinking. Scott felt sick. "No more standing by his side watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl… You'd be equals. Maybe more." Scott hated the way Stiles looked as he swallowed. He knew Stiles was tempted. That he was actually considering it. He didn't resist at all as Peter grabbed his arm and brought it up to the side of his mouth. Stiles stood there, looking uncertain. "Yes or no?" Peter asked. Stiles stood there, looking between his outstretched arm and Peter, uncertainty written on his face.

"Stiles…" Lydia said from behind him, eyes only on his outstretched wrist, where Peters mouth was closest to his flesh. When Stiles didn't answer the alpha, Peter's fangs elongated and he moved his mouth towards Stiles' wrist. Scott tensed. Just as Peters mouth was about to close around Stiles' arm, Stiles ripped it out from Peters grip. He looked angry as Peter drew his head back, fangs retreating.

"I don't want to be like you." Stiles said with determination.

But Peters eyes narrowed. "Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words I. Don't. Want." Stiles looked around uncomfortably before returning to Peter. "You may believe you're telling me the truth but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye Stiles." He said, turning back and entering the car. Stiles opened his mouth as if to say something, whether to say he changed his mind or to tell some witty comeback, Scott didn't know. Stiles closed his mouth and got out of the way as Peter backed out of the space and drove away. He stood there staring after the car for a couple of minutes. Lydia reached for his hand to show support, knowing what would happen, but trying to touch him anyways.

Scott was staring after Peter when he heard Lydia gasp. His head whipped around to face her. "Lydia? What's wrong?" He said, turning back and walking the few steps over to her. "It's Stiles he- for a minute when I reached for his hand I- Scott I touched his hand." She said, looking at her hand in front of her like it was something she'd never seen before.

"What?" Scott said, reaching over to Stiles and putting his hand through him. His heart sunk. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"I still can't. Try again!" he said quickly. Lydia reached out, but when she tried to touch Stiles' hand, it slipped right through. "I don't understand. Scott, I felt his hand, I know I did. It was only for a second but- Scott I swear I'm telling the truth. I don't understand what happened."

"Lydia it's okay, I believe you. But what could that mean?"

"I don't know. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I've been wrong this whole time." Lydia said, eyes watering as she turned to stand directly in front of Stiles. It hurt to see the way he looked right through her, just like at the hospital. Just like the times she had begged him to wake up, to come back to them. Just like then, he seemed to ignore her.

"If you were then… now what? Why are we here? And how do we find Stiles?" The memory was fading around them, and Scott reached out his hand. She looked down at it for a second, still lost in thought before grabbing it and turning away from Stiles empty gaze and into Scott's worried one.

"I don't know" Lydia whispered fearfully. The darkness became prominent, and they were somewhere else.