A/N: Will Scott fare any better at saving Stiles than Lydia? Hope you enjoy.
"I am the second best choice aren't I?" Scott asked. He waited for Derek or Jackson to shout at him but they both kept quiet.
"Are you sure?" was Ashley's only question.
"To be honest. No not after what I just heard Lydia has been through but someone needs to. He is my best friend I am not going to watch him lie there with constant nightmares tormenting him. He's been like it for over three weeks now." Scott moved to take the seat Lydia had been sitting in and grasped his best friend's hand. Ashley tied their hands together and handed the flask to Scott. "Scott?" Lydia suddenly called. He stopped and turned to her.
"Fair warning that stuff tastes vile." He smiled back at her, "It doesn't smell too great to the werewolf nose either." He took a sip and handed the flask back. He laid his head on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Scott opened his eyes and looked around expecting to see something horrific. It didn't look too bad, he was in the forest and it was night. That didn't give him much clue what he was in for. But suddenly he saw movement to his right and turned. There was Stiles and himself looking a couple of years younger. Scott felt his stomach plummet as a fear rose in him. He really hoped he was going to be wrong about this.
He followed the dream versions of himself and Stiles until they stopped suddenly. Oh holy crap! He was right about the nightmare. This was the night he had got bitten and though he knew what had really happened he also knew what Lydia had been through. Something told him the ending was going to be different this time. The black alpha shape suddenly ran at them with glowing red eyes. It wasn't going to attack them separate in this nightmare like it had done. He could feel the waves of terror from the dream Scott and Stiles.
He knew there was nothing he could do to change the outcome so his best outcome would be to find the consciousness that he knew and explain the situation. However instead he found himself transfixed as the alpha tore the boys apart limb from limb was his teeth. There was no bite this time just carnage. He saw in the frenzy another face hiding in the trees opposite him. It was Stiles, but was it the one he needed to find? He didn't know and before he could find out the world blacked out around him.
He felt the world settle around him and opened his eyes. He had to close them when everything went black because it made him nauseous. He was standing outside the back of Allison's house. He heard noises coming from nearby and looked around. The basement window was by his feet so he flattened himself on the ground so he could look in.
Erica and Boyd where dangling from the ceiling as Stiles moved towards them, his held his breath. An instinct told Scott this was a dream version of his friend. Stiles had told him what happened and it looked like he was going to finally see it from Stiles point of view. Of course this was a nightmare so he figured it couldn't be relied on for accuracy. Across the room he saw another Stiles looking on the scene.
The door to the basement opened and Scott didn't move he would never make it all the way round and it to the basement but even if he did he still didn't know if this was the Stiles he needed. The idea there was another Stiles somewhere that could be pissed at him was worrying but luckily they hadn't run into each other yet. Gerald and a couple of his cronies came down the stairs.
"They were trying to warn you its electrified", smirked Gerald. "Now you are going to tell me where Derek Hale is or things are going to get messy."
Dream Stiles huffed at Gerald and said "Fat chance. Maybe you thought you could just convince me to tell you but you hurt my friends and I would never give up Derek to you. Now let them go."
"My granddaughter said I am not allowed to harm you too much but she didn't say anything about them", Gerald replied pointing at the werewolves. The two men Gerald brought in with him began beating the crap out of Stiles. Gerald took over when Stiles was badly beaten up and gave him strong kicks to the ribs. Scott was sure he heard a couple of them break. As the men left Stiles struggled to his feet and moved to turn the power off before helping untie Erica and Boyd. Scott felt the pulling sensation again and closed his eyes.
Scott opened his eyes to find himself back at the rave where the kanima slipped through their fingers. He saw Stiles finish the mountain ash line and Derek arrive. They spoke briefly for a moment but Scott couldn't make out the words over the noise coming from the warehouse. The steady beat of the deep bass music blocking out his oversensitive hearing. He knew that Derek was off to save him when he suddenly hurried away. Unlike the real life version in the dream Stiles followed.
He followed them hoping that's what the real Stiles would do. He saw Derek jump in and save him, biting Allison's mom in the process. He totally understood it from this perspective. He saw that Derek had no choice but to fight the way he did. It also helped that he now as an alpha understood the need to protect ones pack. Scott had become a bit lost in his own thoughts but was brought out of them by the dream Stiles screaming his name.
He looked over at them again. Stiles was hugging a lifeless corpse of him. In Stiles nightmare he obviously blamed himself for Scott's death. The pain he felt for Stiles was chocking him when a hand landed on him from behind. He turned round surprised that anyone had noticed him, until now he had been invisible. But he felt a smile cross his face when he saw it was Stiles smiling down at him. Scott jumped up to hug him. As they embraced the world shifted once more.
Scott almost lost his balance as the world became solid substance again. He was standing in the school hallway by Stiles locker. Yet Stiles was still in his embrace as well as at his locker. So did that meant if he held onto his friend they would move between nightmares at the same point? Not that that was important all he had to do was tell Stiles what he had come to tell him and then he could go. "Hey man", Scott started.
"Here watch this", Stiles said releasing Scott and standing by his side. He pointed to the dream versions of them by the lockers.
"But Stiles I can't", dream Scott whined. "Tonight is the only night I can meet up with Allison. Can't we just do it another night?"
"Fine", dream Stiles exlploded. "If it's that important to you, we will do it another night." Dream Scott hugged his best friend and then turned and left. As soon as he was out of hearing distance dream Stiles whispered too himself, "I guess now you have a girlfriend I am just less important."
Scott could see the real pain he had caused his friend if this was just a memory that was unaltered. He had a sneaking suspicion this was a true memory. Scott was just about to apologise to the Stiles that stood next to him when he turned to face him. Scott felt the dread flow through his body. This was not the Stiles he had come to find. This Stiles jeered at him, "See what you put me through? Why was I always trying to help you? Why do I always try to protect you?"
Stiles' eyes went black, forget luminous green like normal his eyes became as dark as night. Stiles sent him flying down the corridor into the wall by the doors. He hit the wall at an angle and felt his limbs break. At the far end of the hall he saw a third Stiles look at what was happening with undisguised horror on his face. Before anything else could happen he closed his eyes and willed himself to leave the mind meld.
Coming out of the mind meld he screamed in agony, the limbs he had broken in the mind meld where broken here. Every arm and leg sat at strange angles. Ashley was untying the rope and Derek came and lifted Scott to a different chair in the corner. "Do it" he told Derek who rearranged his limbs to the correct position. The pain numbed as he felt himself start to heal.
A/N: Hope this was a good chapter. I have plenty more ideas to write up and I just need to get the stories out my head so I hope you keep reading. Reviews please!