A/N: Hope this chapter gets some reviews it got me a bit emotional writing it. Hopefully you will feel some horror and maybe some will feel moved to tears. This story has the highest rate for the violence contained within.

Lydia arrived at Stiles hospital room to find Scott, Ashley and Derek already there. Jackson was with her because he was like her personal chauffeur or something at her request of course. Even if they weren't together anymore she still could get what she wanted from him.

"Lydia, why don't you come and sit here next to the bed?" Ashley vacated the seat and let her sit herself down. "Right before we do this let me explain a little about what you are going to experience. You need to find the consciousness of Stiles, the part you know and interact with on a day to day basis." He saw the girl biting her lip and rubbed her hands between his to give her some comfort. "You know what you have to tell him, but this is important you must leave before he confronts his other self. I doubt his other self will willing release the spell it cast and Stiles is likely to be forced to fight an internal struggle. You can't be there for that as it would be dangerous. Once you have given the message you simply need to close your eyes and will yourself to leave." He looked down at the girl and saw a brief look of fright before she covered it up. "Do you understand that so far?" he asked.

"Yes I understand", she replied. "Also when you find the Stiles you know you must convince him you are real and not a figment of his own brains imagination somehow. That will be quite difficult I am guessing, but unless you can find a way he won't listen to the message and take it seriously. If anything should go wrong close your eyes and get yourself out."

Lydia nodded to this while thinking this sounded a lot harder than yesterday. "When you are ready Lydia hold his hand and I will tie them together. You need to keep hold of his hand for the duration of the mind meld, hence they tying so you don't pull away." Lydia reached forward and grasped Stiles hand in her own. Ashley tied their hands together with a small amount of rope before handing her a flask. The smell in the flask made her stomach turn but she held it. "One sip of this will put you to sleep. Once you are under I will begin the mind meld."

She took one sip from the flask and had to stop herself from gagging. It was the most disgusting thing she had ever allowed to enter her body. It tasted like something that should have been cold but had been left to warm up. It wasn't sweet or bitter but had a harshness like strong alcohol. She passed the flask back as she felt her eyes droop. The last thing she saw was Scott giving her a thumbs up, while Jackson and Derek looked worried.

Lydia was in darkness. All around her there was nothing but darkness. There was no warmth but she wasn't cold. She could see her body but nothing else. She couldn't hear or smell anything but her own perfume and breathing. She didn't have to wait long in this dreary place before she felt a pull. She turned around to see where the pull was coming from.

Behind her was a light where there had been no light before. It felt warm and inviting so she moved towards it. As she stepped into the light she was blinded. When she blinked away the light she gasped and felt her breath hitching in her lungs. She was standing around nine dead bodies. Bodies she knew very well. She was in the warehouse where they had saved Derek. Or rather were Stiles had saved Derek with some help from Scott, Issac and Jackson. But that hadn't happened here. Wherever here was. The closest dead body to here was her own.

All of her fellow pack members lay spread around here in various states of mutilation but they had one thing in common. Everybody had a hole in the chest where the heart had been ripped out. The arteries and veins trailed across their chest and their bodies were soaked in their own blood. She felt the tears run down her cheeks and felt a pulling sensation again. This time the world around her faded and went to black again.

As the world around her faded back she saw another familiar landscape before her. She was at school but it was night time. She watched as figures moved towards the school through the dark. She followed at a distance but not before she saw the dead women on the high school sign. She had been one of the victims of the darach. She knew exactly where and when she was but the reason why eluded her.

Suddenly to the right she saw a figure she knew. It was Stiles! He was following the werewolves like she was. She slowly followed after him careful not to let him know she was there. After all she didn't know if this was the Stiles she was meant to speak to yet. He ran to the boiler room door where Scott was standing alone. Issac asked him "Where's Derek?" Scott nodded towards the door that was bolted shut. Inside there were noises that sounded like howls and something faint enough that her dull human senses couldn't make out.

The Stiles she had followed began banging on the door howling "NNNNOOOOO!" at the top of his voice. No one paid him the slightest bit of notice except Lydia. It was that moment that Lydia understood what was happening. She had entered Stiles mind and found his consciousness reliving not memories but nightmares. Stiles' sub consciousness was punishing him over and over for being weak and not strong enough by tormenting him. Suddenly Issac rushed to the top of the stairs and listened to a voice Lydia didn't hear. "Scott, the sun is coming up. It's morning", Issac cried. Stiles Looked up at him and saw her. His face switched from pain to confusion as he said her name "Lydia?"

Before she could respond the world went black again.

As the world began to settle around her again she was confused. She stood on a ledge with Allison crouching beside her. The scene around her looked like a disused and ruined mall. Below her was fighting and she realised where she was. This was the time the pack had gone up against the alpha pack. The time they had thought Derek was dead.

She looked around for Stiles and saw him across from her but lower down. He didn't see her. Or hear her when she yelled his name. The growling and snarling from the fight was too loud. She followed his line of sight and saw he was watching Derek. She gasped in shock as Derek tried to throw his opponent over the edge to one of the lower floors and was dragged with him. Scott made a grab for Derek's hand but it failed.

Time seemed to slow down around them. She heard Stiles as he again screamed no, this time followed by Derek's name. She heard the pain in his voice and it broke her heart. She began tearing up again as she saw the two werewolves hit the escalator on the floor three floors down. The limbs of both bodies stuck out at weird angles and neither seemed to be breathing. As she began to sob the world faded to black once again.

She continued sobbing and didn't realise she had arrived in the next of Stiles nightmares until she heard voices close by. She heard Scott's, Allison's, Stiles' and her own. She brushed the tears from her eyes so she could see the new horror that awaited her.

Her view blurred almost immediately as more tears came forth when she recognised the place. It was last year at that horrible motel. They were in the parking lot and Stiles was trying to convince Scott to give him the road flare. She looked around for the non dream entity of Stiles. She saw him to her left with a look of utter horror on her face.

"If you want to do that man, then you have to take me with you", said the dream Stiles. There was silence for a moment before she heard dream Stiles mutter "Oh, crap." She turned to see what was happening. The flare had fallen from his hand and as she stood transfixed it hit and ignited the petrol. The explosion took out both the boys and dream Lydia and dream Allison were thrown backwards. She saw the dream Stiles and Scott their bodies burning in the fire. The non dream Stiles was on his knees crying his eyes out.

Lydia hadn't realised she was still crying until she felt her sobbing increase. This was too much. She had agreed to come and give Stiles the information for his way out but watching his nightmares with him was just more than she could take. Watching her friends die, Derek die and the feeling the pain Stiles felt was just too much. She closed her eyes and willed herself to leave.

Her head snapped up and she began to sob again with tears falling fast down her face. She struggled to get away from where she was. "UNDO IT!" she cried tugging her hand towards her. Scott was shocked at what he saw but jumped into action and untied their hands. The second she was free she jumped from the seat and rushed to the embrace of Jackson who stood leaning by the window. He put his arms around her and started to comfort her. She ignored the rest of the room while he did this and allowed herself to calm down.

"Lydia", Ashley asked "Sorry to do this. But can you tell us what happened?" He really did sound sorry to ask and it helped calm her quickly. When she spoke her voice was thick from the crying "He was reliving nightmare after nightmare." She saw the look of horror that struck each face in the room.

"First I was watching one of the night we saved Derek from Rebel. Only in this nightmare everyone of us was slaughtered with holes in our chests where the hearts were ripped out. Then everything went black and we were at the school the night you tried to catch Cora and Boyd. He was banging on the boiler door trying to get to Derek", she sniffed. "The mall where you fought the alphas was next when we all thought Derek had died. And the last one was that horrible motel. But this time he dropped the road flare and I watched as Scott and him burned alive." She chocked this out before breaking into tears again and sobbing.

"Did you manage to contact his conscious mind though?" Ashley asked quietly.

"Yeah he was always there reliving the horrors. He saw me at the boiler room door and called my name but then the nightmare shifted and I couldn't get near him again before I left."

"What do we do know?" Jackson asked as he continued holding Lydia close. "We can't send Lydia back in."

"I am not sure we should send anyone in to face horrors like that but if we want to save Stiles someone else will have to go in", Ashley concluded.

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