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CHAPTER 24

Stiles was staring wide-eyed at his second self, before turning back to Scott with a wide grin, pointing between himself and his double. "This is pretty cool, not gonna lie" he said.

"Right?" Scott said, clapping Stiles on the back. Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Yeah you're definitely best friends."

"Everything you tried to do, it was all for nothing Theo." The other Stiles was saying." Scott's still alive, Lydia is stronger than before you crippled her, and despite how hard you tried to break us apart, the pack is reunited and stronger than ever. Your Chimeras are gone. There's not even a point in taking me. The nogitsune is gone, I'm useless to you. Scott can find me by my scent, and you better believe they'll be coming for me."

"Hell yeah." Lydia muttered. Scott smirked from in front of her and she flushed. No one was supposed to hear that.

Stiles clutched his head and gasped in pain. Scott and Lydia automatically turned to him in concern. "Stiles?" Scott asked, hand on his shoulder.

"Stiles what's wrong?"

"I don't know. My head hurts. My head is killing me. How long have you guys been in here?"

Scott and Lydia exchanged a nervous look. "We don't know" Lydia admitted, "But definitely longer than last time. We've seen a lot."

Stiles looked up, fingers massaging his temples. Blood was dripping from his nose and onto his upper lip. Scotts eyes widened and he remembered the same thing happening to him when the nogitsune was trying to trap him here. It was a clear indication that something was wrong. Stiles was wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Stiles?" Scott asked nervously.

"I'm fine." Stiles said.

"You always say that." Lydia said, looking at him with one eyebrow arched. Stiles ignored her comment.

"Okay so how many times has this happened to me?" Stiles asked in curiously, pointing to his nose.

"It hasn't"

"Yes it has Scott. Back in the basement with Malia." Scott looked over at Lydia in surprise. Lydia nodded in response to his unasked question. "But that was when you we're fighting us and this reality. Unless…"

"Unless?" Stiles asked nervously "Unless what Lydia, you can't just end a sentence like that!"

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Unless it wasn't because you were fighting it, but rather it was us. Or maybe even a mixture of the two."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, shoulders tensing up.

"Think about it Scott- last time we were here we weren't nearly this long. Derek showed you how to see a person's memories quickly, and then get out. You even said it yourself- we've been in here too long. I think it may be affecting Stiles. He wasn't exactly stable when we entered his mind."

Scott glanced at Stiles in worry. He was wiping his nose furiously- but this time it wouldn't stop. Blood was dripping onto the floor in front of him. Two drops fell onto his white shoes, and Stiles gasped. "Not these! I love theses shoes..." Lydia fought the urge to remind him where they were.

"How do we get him out of here?" Scott said, looking back at Lydia.

"What if we just leave?" She asked. "We found Stiles and broke him free of the memories. He's out. If we leave, he should come back to himself right?"

"I don't know. We're in another memory right now- so is it really over?"

"But I think Stiles brought us to this memory on purpose."

"I did? I mean, sure. Of course I did." Stiles squeaked, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I guess I was trying to remember this memory- it's the only thing I didn't remember."

Stiles turned back to watch the flashback unfold. "Even if I had access to it and a translator, I would never tell you anything." He watched himself say. Without warning, Stiles began remembering what happened- but it was foggy, as if from a dream- but it was slowly clearing. His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him as if in a trance. His hand dropped to his side and he began remembering everything a split second before it happened around him.

"Who says I need you to talk? No, even if you did you could be lying. I'd rather see them for myself, and you happened to be the easiest one to take who has that information."

"Stiles?" Lydia asked, putting her hand on her shoulder. His eyes were glazed over and he seemed as if in a daze. "Stiles?!" She asked again, waving her hand in front of his eyes. He barely flinched. His nose began bleeding more and more. Blood was dripping down his chin, covering his mouth and creating a small pool on the floor.

"Wait... no." The second Stiles said. "You can't, you're not an Alpha you could kill me, you could kill us both-"

"I was fine last time I tried. I may not do it completely right, but I still came out fine." Theo taunted. "As for you, sorry Stiles, I'm not sure what will happen, especially since you're human. It's been fun, and I really am sorry about this."

"Scott, what's happening?" Lydia said, panic beginning to take hold. Scott eyes were wide and he looked flustered, wanting to help but not knowing how. Across the room, Theo grabbed Stiles as he tried to run out the door. In front of them, Stiles collapsed onto the ground.

"Stiles!" Lydia screamed, and Scott lurched forward to grab him a second before he hit the ground. Stiles was clutching his head as blood poured out of his nose. "Oh my God, Stiles can you hear me?"

"Of course you're right next to me." He winced. "Am I on the floor? When did I get on the floor? Ah!" He yelled, before hissing in pain.

"What's happening?" She asked.

"I don't know- my head feels like it's exploding!" Stiles whimpered and Scotts heart lurched. Lydia glanced behind them to see Theo's extended claws pierce Stiles' skin. The Stiles in Theo's grip went slack, and Lydia winced. But there was no time to think of anything else, because the second Theo had pierced Stiles' neck, the real Stiles screamed, closing his eyes in pain. And everything went blissfully white.

...

Lydia gasped and opened her eyes, hand automatically going to the back of her neck, where a small amount of blood was escaping from Scotts puncture marks. She looked up into the faces of everyone around them. Mr. Stilinski was right in front of his son, holding Stiles' shoulders. Mrs. McCall appeared to checking his heart rate. Malia was slightly to Lydia's right, eyes were nervously cast on Stiles next to her.

Scott blinked at the normal light of day to find Kira right in front of him, hand on his forearm in concern. Scott smiled and nodded quickly to let her know he was alright before running around the couch to check on Stiles. Malia got out of the way to let him through.

"Stiles?" Scott asked. Before he could ask if he was alright, Scott saw his face. From besides him, Lydia gasped. Stiles eyes were staring, unfocused, eyes downcast, still in a trance. His nose was bleeding profusely, staining a good portion of his plain blue shirt and hospital pants. Mr. Stilinski was shaking his shoulders while calling out his name. He turned to Scott "What happened in there?!" He shouted. Scott flinched.

Abruptly, Stiles blinked and his head shot up, looking around in fear. "Dad?" He asked shakily. The sheriff turned back to his son, eyes wide. He smiled, lurching forward to hug his son. "Stiles! About time kid." Mr. Stilinski said, closing his eyes as he clung to Stiles. Out of nowhere, the sheriff froze, opening his eyes. "Stiles?" he asked, backing away. In front of him, Stiles was shaking, eyes rolling back into his head.

"Oh my God." Malia said.

"Move, move!" Melissa yelled. "You and you, lower him to the ground carefully and turn him on his side!" Scott and Liam did as they were instructed before Melissa shooed them back to give Stiles space.

"Melissa what's happening to him?" Mr. Stilinski shouted in panic.

"Mom?" Scott asked in alarm.

"He's having a seizure." Melissa responded quickly. The sheriff immediately called for an ambulance, eyes glued to his son. Scott was running his hands through his hair in distress while everyone else gathered around, either staring in shock and horror or asking profusely what they could do to help.

Without warning, Stiles' body stopped convulsing, and he lay on the ground, unmoving. Immediately Melissa put her fingers to his neck for a pulse as everyone held their breath.

"No no no no, come on Stiles." She said, beginning CPR. Scott tuned into his hearing, listening to the heartbeats of those around him. Other than his, there should have been seven heartbeats in the room. Scotts head immediately sought out Liam and Malia, who were both listening for the same thing. The horror in their faces confirmed what he already knew. There were only six.