A/N: Thank you to all those who have followed or favourited the story or myself. Very nice to see people enjoy what I write.
To the guest that commented on the 'Derek' chapter thank you for your input it was greatly appreciated. I hope this chapter will explain why I made the choices I did. That is sort of an idea i am working with for another story that i hope to publish soon.
With out further ado. Here is the last chapter of 'Endless Torment'.
"Oh my god!" cried Ashley as he saw Derek's shirt fly open and deep slash marks appear all over his chest and face. The worst thing was the bleeding and the wounds not healing themselves. "Scott untie their hands" he called as he rushed over to Derek, placing a hand on the man's chest and sighing with relief when the wounds began to close. As Derek's eyes fluttered open Jackson chuckled from his seat, "Sit still a while. You're going to be weak and completely drained for a while."
Ashley raised his eyebrows, "How do you know that?" Scott and Derek joined in on Jackson's laughter. "When we first found out about Stile's magic I mocked him. Pissed he showed me just how dangerous he could be with that same spell. It was an accident though", he added at the look of horror on Ashley's face. Lydia just pursed her lips in disapproval. How could they all find this funny? Jackson wasn't together with her anymore but still he could have died. Ashley gave them an amused smile before asking Derek to explain what happened.
"You found the sub conscious Stiles then I take it?" Ashley started off the conversation.
"Ha, I wish", Derek snorted. They all looked at him with confused smiles. "I found the right Stiles after his first torture but he didn't believe me. I tried to convince him but he just got pissed at me somehow." Scott rolled his eyes in a 'Derek-only-you-could-make-this-worse-good-going' gesture. "I think he is starting to believe though", Derek ignored Scott, "because before I pissed him off he remembered seeing multiple Lydia's and Scott's."
"Well then looks like it is my turn and I will have to go save the poor kid", smirked Jackson.
"What?" was the only response he got from all three of the pack while Ashley just looked at him impassively.
"Jackson you two can't stand each other usually and you don't really have a strong connection with him do you?" Scott yelled.
"You are just here to give Lydia a ride", growled Derek.
"It's true we used to fight a lot, but remember those last couple of days when we had to face Rebel. Something changed", Jackson shyly whispered. Scott wanted to argue but he sort of saw Jackson's point. "Guys he is right, let him try", Lydia backed him up.
"Jackson if you are willing I will allow this because the other option doesn't bear thinking about", Ashley said. "But note if your bond is not strong enough the mind link won't set in and you will just be sent to sleep for quite a while."
"I am doing this", Jackson said moving forward to take Derek's place as he moved to the chair by the window to recuperate. Ashley tied their hands together and passed him the flask. Jackson just held it without drinking it for a moment. "Before I do this I want to just clarify a few things. Lydia", he said turning towards her, "Stiles just showed you nightmare after nightmare of himself losing Derek and other friends repeatedly?"
Lydia nodded to show him it was a true statement. Jackson then turned to Scott and asked "He showed you times surrounding the two of you mostly right? The bad times including death and pain?"
"Yeah that's right", Scott agreed. "And Derek what exactly did he show you?" Jackson turned towards the window?"
"He showed me all the times I hurt him at first, then showed me a selection of the times being around me got him hurt. At the end he told me to leave and I lost my temper and I hurt him again. That's when he sliced me up and I left", Derek mumbled not meeting anyone's eyes.
"Don't you see guys? He has been showing you just the stuff he needs to break you. But that won't work on me. I haven't been close long enough to him for his self pity torture to work. And I have never really hurt him so he can't use that against me" Jackson rushed his words out quickly, garbling them a bit.
Ashley smiled at him. "You have a sharp mind to have seen that. I have a good feeling about this now I understand your perspective. Now drink up and save my student would you." Jackson smiled to himself and gulped down some of the mixture. He noticed Lydia looked at him worried. Probably she realised he had put on a brave face. Any time Stiles was hurting it would hurt him, at least it did now.
Jackson opened his eyes to a familiar scene and smiled. This was exactly where he expected himself to be. Looking at the doorway he saw Stiles look up at his sudden appearance with shock. Jackson sauntered over and reached for the boy's hand. Just as he grasped Stiles hand in his own he heard the scene around him play out.
"Yeah, right. There is the truth of the matter. I bet you are nothing special Stilinski", sneered Jackson.
There was one heartbeat of dead silence except for Jackson laughter. Next second there was a collective gasp from the pack as Stiles eyes glowed bright luminous green and Jackson went flying to the wall. Then Jacksons shirt ripped apart and he was howling in rage and pain as deep slash marks appeared all over his chest and face. The blood began to pour out of them and the looks of shock turned to horror and hostility as the wounds didn't start to heal.
Jackson watched from the sidelines and saw how this looked to the others. He had to admit it was not a pleasant sight.
"Stiles, what the fuck are you doing?" screeched Lydia. Cora and Issac got up to move towards Stiles. "Out of the way!" Stiles yelled, his eyes no longer glowing. "Move or I can't heal him and he will die from loss of blood." Scott growled and everyone moved aside to let him through. His eyes began to glow green again as Jackson's howling cut out. Time was running out. Stile's was going to be a murderer if he didn't fix this fast. As he reached up to Jackson's chest his finger tips were also glowing with green light. Placing those fingertips against him tendrils of light began to snake across Jackson's chest and up to his face. Everywhere they touched a cut closed instantly as if there had never been a mark on the boy.
The scene continued around him but he no longer showed any interest. "I can't say I am surprised you brought me here", he said to the boy next to him. "Well that's great. Now why don't you tell me what you want so you can leave me alone?" Stiles muttered.
"You think showing me this will scare me off. Hell you did this to me before and if it's what it takes for you to stop punishing yourself then I say go ahead and do it. Hell you already nearly killed your boyfriend so why not try again since you failed." He felt Stiles tug his hand out of his grip. He saw tears in his eyes as Stiles chocked "You mean that really was the real Derek?"
"Of course it was. Ashley saved him when he left your head. He is sitting in the hospital room with Scott, Lydia and Ashley waiting for you to stop this and return to us. He is rather weak though after you used that spell on him" Jackson grinned down at him as he lifted his hand and brushed away Stiles tears.
"So everything he told me was true?" Stiles continued to choke.
"Sure is Ron Weasley", smirked Jackson before chuckling at his own stupid comment. Stiles was rubbing off on him too much. "You need to dismantle this empathic ability immediately before you actually die."
Jackson stopped for a moment as he felt the world shift around him.
He was standing in a police corridor with multiple police officers murdered on the ground. The blood was all over the walls, the floor and the police officers. He heard voices coming from down the hall and walked towards them. He entered the area that contained two cells. Melissa McCall was in one and Stiles' dad the sheriff was handcuffed to the wall unconscious nearby. "Jackson", someone breathed beside him. He turned to see Stiles had arrived near him. "I hope you know I didn't do this. I would never want to show you this."
Jackson heard more noise moving towards them. He turned and saw Matt and some creature he had never seen before walking towards them. He had heard enough about his time as the kanima to know the creature was him. "I believe you Stiles. This is the work of your sub conscious mind. Dismantle the empathic ability now then I can give you Ashley's second instruction." Stiles nodded and his eyes began to glow after what felt like a long time to Jackson but really could have only been a few seconds Stiles eyes stopped glowing. "It's done", he said to Jackson. "Good for the next part we need to find your sub conscious self." Jackson stopped talking as the world around him dissolved again. Before it did however he saw his self as the kanima putting up a good fight against Derek and Scott.
Stiles appeared next to him this time and they were standing in the deserted school corridor that held both their lockers. This didn't seem like a memory or a nightmare as the others had described it. More like a battlefield Jackson realised as if he felt some charge in the air waiting to be ignited. "Stiles listen to me, I have to say this quickly. Ashley thinks as you fainted from the dragon's bell poison you created an effect known as the Martyrdom effect. He said you need to convince or force your other self to release the spell or you will remain in the coma."
"That sucks. I remember reading about that but I never thought I would use it", Stiles looked deep in thought as he spoke. "I wonder what made me do it."
"He believes your empathic ability had grown and during the fight with Rebel when you forced too much magic to flow through your system that you were hit by so much emotion that you locked yourself away in here to prevent yourself from feeling such pain again", Jackson explained. "Look he said you would probably have to fight yourself and struggle to get the spell reversed but I have another idea that I hope you will let me try first. All we need to do is find your other self."
"That shouldn't be too hard", Stiles swallowed. "What makes you say that?" Jackson asked.
"Cos I just stepped out the class room down the hall", Stiles answered. Jackson spun around to look behind him at the other Stiles.
"Well I was warned before to leave now so you could have your death match royale and I could not get hurt. But since when have I been good at listening?" Jackson tilted his head to the side looking the sub conscious Stiles in the face.
"It's true", smirked back the Stiles before him. "Maybe you should listen though."
"I don't think so. You heard every word I have said so far haven't you." It wasn't a question and the sub conscious Stiles knew this. "You have been watching and listening during every mind meld, scaring away anyone who tried to help the real Stiles."
"I AM THE REAL STILES", roared the boy in front of him. From behind he heard Stiles call out for him to be careful.
"That is true you are part of Stiles. The part that opened up himself to me that morning aren't you?" Jackson smiled. The Stiles in front of him opened his mouth to argue but seemed at a loss of words. "It's okay. It's between you and me. Well you, me and Lydia, who has been the only one to work it out. Stiles come back to us. Those who love you the most are gathered around you right now. With the empathic ability gone you won't have to feel that pain again. We all love you and have missed you for three weeks", Jackson sniffed. He felt his eyes beginning to sting with tears. He had never spoken truer words to anyone but Lydia.
"But if I undo the spell there is so much pain, even without our empathic ability. How do I know we can cope with it?" sub conscious Stiles whispered.
"Because we have great friends and family to support us" answered the Stiles from behind. He came forward to stand with Jackson and took the blond boy's hand. "We have Derek who loves us, Jackson who feels the same way", he stopped to squeeze the hand he was holding. "And all our friends inside the pack and out, plus our dad who needs us."
Jackson watched as the subconscious Stiles smiled warmly. "Let it never be said that Stiles Stillinski can't win an arguement. I will undo the spell." His eyes grew darker until they were black. "Stiles place your hand against mine, we both need to undo this together." Wow, how strange was that Jackson thought to himself. Hearing Stiles instruct himself to help himself.
As the two Stiles hands meet the dark eyes lightened to glow the same green as the one opposite. Everything began to dissolve to blackness. Jackson was alone in the black and felt the first stirring on himself waking up. Before he left the place though he heard a voice inside his head; Thank you! See you on the other side.
Jackson awoke to find everyone gathered around the bed. He leant over and untied their hands. Just as he finished he heard Stiles groan and turned to see his eyes opening. "Hey guys", Stiles breathed, looking at all the faces around him. "Long time no see", he smiled at them, impressed at his own pun. Jackson moved away from the bed to lean against the wall and smiled at him. Scott and Lydia were busy hugging him, Derek was moving other to the bed slowly and it looked like he was in pain.
"Stiles", the ex alpha moaned and fell onto him hugging the boy powerfully as the other two moved away. "Derek" was Stiles only answer while he combed his fingers through the guy's hair. Jackson felt jealous at that. He wanted to feel that. He had saved Stiles when the others failed and he wanted to show his love for Stiles. More importantly though he wanted Stiles to be happy so if Derek made him happy Jackson would just be grateful, even if he was a little bitter. Okay a lot bitter, there was no point lying to himself.
"So guys. What did I miss while I slept the last three weeks?" Stiles asked when everyone settled down.
"You missed a lot", Lydia cried with tears running down her face.
"Don't worry about it though, dude", Jackson smiled at him again.
"Yeah, don't worry man we will totally catch you up soon", Scott said. There was a nervous excitable energy that Stiles could sense around his friend. The same sort of energy he used to sense when he was dating Allison.
"Maybe we should get a doctor or someone now you are awake", Ashley offered leaving the room to do just that.
"Then we can get you home", finished Derek.
"Home sounds good. In fact it sounds perfect", sighed Stiles. He would wait to be caught up until he got home.
A/N: Well i hope everyone enjoyed this story. As always I love to hear from you guys with reviews. My next story will be 'Hell hath no fury' so keep an eye out for it. Hope it will be out very soon.