Darkness swept over the room as Scott lowered the last blind. They couldn't risk any passersby witnessing what was about to happen. Liam's body lay sprawled on the table, arms lolling off the sides lazily. Isaac stood off to the left, observing the proceedings. He had done his best to explain how Derek had done it, but now he was having second thoughts. If this didn't work, it was his fault. Leaning against the counter top, he bit his nails anxiously. He was so lost in his own little anxious bubble that he didn't notice Malia appearing next to him. When she spoke he jumped, hand on his heart as he reprimanded her, "You can't just sneak up on people like that!"

Trying to hold in her laugh, Malia folded her arms across her chest, "Sorry, it's an old habit from when I was a coyote in the wild."

Staring at her incredulously, Isaac raised a finger, "Okay, that one needs more explaining. You're a coyote? I thought you were a werewolf like us?"

Shrugging she leant back next to him, "Nope. Coyote. I'll explain more later."

"Oh, so that's why you smell so strange then."

Scoffing indignantly, Malia shoved him slightly harder than what could be classified as a 'playful' gesture. "Says the man who reeks of anxiety! Seriously you're stinking up the place."

Rubbing his shoulder Isaac stared at her. "Well first of all, ow-" Malia rolled her eyes, "and second of all, touché."

They both let out a little laugh before falling into friendly conversation. Looking over at the noise, Stiles gaped. Seriously? He thought. Malia and Isaac. Really? Ridiculous. Staring at Scott he gestured towards the pair. Looking over, Scott burst into a wide grin shaking his head as he turned back to Stiles. "Do you think Isaac knows what he's letting himself in for?"

Chuckling Stiles rubbed his hands together, "Who cares, this is gonna be hilarious." Turning to the pair, he called out to them, "Hey, lovebirds do you mind flirting somewhere else? We're trying to concentrate over here." His word choice riled both of them instantly, and they took a few steps away from each other. In a rush, they both talked over one another, trying to explain that they weren't flirting at all, however the bright shade of pink that had taken residence on their cheeks suggested otherwise. Stiles held up a hand to quiet their ramblings before gesturing towards the door, "I have no issues if you two want to get all cosy, just, do it out there so we don't have to suffer through it too." His grin almost doubled in size as he attempted not to break down laughing. Malia, being forwards as usual, grabbed Isaac's hand and pulled him out into the waiting room. Shocked, he stumbled behind her, looking incredulously first at the back of Malia's head, then at Scott and Stiles. Stiles simply shrugged before waving goodbye to the pair as they left the room. Looking to Lydia, he noticed the poorly concealed smile on her face. Winking at her he pulled an over excited face, wiggling his eyebrows as he pointed towards the waiting room. That sent her over the edge, and she burst out laughing, the little snort that he loved so much escaping her. Embarrassed she tried to cover her mouth, but she was laughing too much.

Watching Lydia in fits of laughter only served to set Stiles off giggling. The pair of them were bent double trying to contain their amusement, and Scott and Kira exchanged glances shaking their heads at their friends. Trying to get back to the matter at hand, Kira stepped forwards, guiding Lydia towards the waiting room as she spoke, "Maybe we should wait outside huh? It should probably just be the two of you in here for this." Rendered speechless by her hysterics, Lydia simply nodded, tottering through the door as she tried to calm her laughter. Watching her go, Stiles rubbed his chin thoughtfully, laughter dying out as his mind returned to the problem at hand.

Turning to face Scott, he became instantly serious, "Okay, so are we just gonna do it? How are we doing this?" Stiles had begun to jump on the spot ever so slightly, the anticipation building up inside him become almost too much to handle. He just wanted to get it over and done with, so that Liam would be safe and he could be human again. The moment Liam had bitten him, he realised that it wasn't what he wanted, realised that he was happy being a regular old boring human. Giving that up had been to save Scott and everyone else, but now that he had the opportunity to go back, he was dying to just do it. Rubbing his nose, Scott looked around,

"I think you should probably be sitting down for this. It might take a lot of your energy away." At the end of the sentence, Scott turned his concerned eyes back to Stiles, who nodded in agreement.

"Okay, yeah, so is there a stool or something?" He looked around the room, spotting nothing but medical equipment. Turning back to Scott he groaned, "You want me to sit on the floor don't you?" The Alpha nodded with an apologetic smile, and Stiles sighed. He still ached all over, so the journey down to the ground caused tendrils of pain to go spiralling up his limbs. Finally, he reached the floor with a thud and another groan, before looking up at Scott. "Good?"

Nodding, Scott walked around the table, standing beside his friend, "Yeah that's great. Now uh, this might hurt a bit."

Sucking his teeth, Stiles nodded, "Yup, I remember, stings like a bitch." They both let out a small nervous laugh before Scott brought out his claws. Stiles grabbed Liam's hand as Scott got ready to pierce them both in the back of the neck. Taking a steadying breath, the Alpha began to count down and Stiles rolled his eyes, "Would you just do it already?" Scott went silent, and not a second later Stiles felt the sharp slice of his claws entering his neck. Then everything went white.

His surroundings turned to a luminous, almost painfully bright white, stretching out forever all around him. Turning in a small circle, Stiles looked around for any sign of life. Scott was nowhere to be found, and neither was Liam. Scrunching up his face in confusion, Stiles took a step forwards. The moment he moved, the world around him dissolved into something new. Looking around he found himself in the Beacon Hills woods. Weird he thought, why the forest? Beginning to explore, her started walking forwards, kicking along the fall leaves as he moved. However, before he could take another step, he heard a frustrated growl and then a splash from somewhere behind him. Whipping around, he scanned the area. "Liam? Liam are you there?"

There were a few moments of silence before a confused yet hopeful voice called out to him, "Stiles? Stiles I'm over here!" Following the sound of the younger boy's voice, Stiles doubled back, heading in the direction of what looked like a boarded up well. When he reached it, he saw that enough of the planks were missing for a human to fit through, and looking down, he spotted Liam standing in the bottom. Squinting up at Stiles, Liam waved awkwardly, "Hey."

Arms and chin resting on the stone edge of the well, he peered down at Liam, pretending to be innocently confused, "Well how'd you get down there?"

Throwing his arms up in frustration, Liam shouted up, "I don't know! One minute I'm destroying that stupid machine, then it zaps me and I wake up here. I've been here before, last year when Garret attacked me, he left me in here to die." The kid shuddered at the memory, clearly disturbed by being trapped in the same situation. "I can't climb out."

Scratching his head, Stiles frowned. "Well, I hate to break it to you kiddo, but we're in your mind at the moment, so getting out is sort of up to you." Stiles stared at Liam before remembering the cost of him being here. He had to give up the spark that made him a werewolf in order to save Liam. So if Liam was stuck in the well, Stiles had to get him out. Perhaps that would be the way to save him. "Okay, Liam hold on just a second, I need to figure this out."

Liam stared up at the boy impatiently, "Okay, but soon would be good! I think the water's getting higher!" There was a moment's pause before the sound of rushing water reached Stiles, swiftly followed by Liam's frantic calls, "YUP DEFINATELY GETTING HIGHER. STILES?!"

Leaning over the edge, Stiles watched as the water level quickly rose, starting to envelop a panicked Liam. "Okay, right, umm, you can swim right?"

Staring up at him, Liam shook his head, "NO!"

"Seriously? You're a freshman and you can't swim?!"

"STILES!"

"Right, okay, sorry, not the time. Okay but when we get out of here I'm teaching you how to swim. Okay stand back!" And without further ado, Stiles climbed over the edge of the well before dropping himself in. The fall was much farther than he expected, and when he landed, the resulting splash soaked them both. Sputtering slightly Stiles pushed his hair out of his face. Looking to Liam, he realised just how afraid the kid was. "Liam, it's gonna be fine. I'm gonna keep you above the water, and you're gonna climb out, alright?" Beginning to hyperventilate, Liam nodded quickly. Not waiting any longer, Stiles moved towards his friend, offering his cupped hands as a leg up. Shouting now to compete with the noise of the water rushing in, Stiles instructed Liam on what to do, "Okay, climb up and stand on my shoulders, see if you can start climbing!" Without answering, Liam sprung into action, heaving himself up using the wall to balance until he was standing on top of Stiles' shoulders. The added weight plunged Stiles' head underwater, and he kicked furiously to get back to the surface. When he finally breached, he was coughing and spluttering, the cold water starting a shiver across his whole body.

Panicking, Liam called down to him, "Are you alright?"

Spitting out water, Stiles responded, "I'm fine! Just keep going!" Liam stared at him for a moment before turning his focus back to his escape. Little by little he began to scale the wall, and Stiles made sure to remain underneath him at all times as a foot support. The rapidly rising water made it slightly easier, as Stiles could remain on or close to the water level instead of having to climb up supporting both his and Liam's weights. Every so often, Liam would outstrip the water, and Stiles would have to climb up slightly to keep supporting him. Likewise, sometimes the water caught up, and Stiles was left completely submerged as he tried to push Liam out of harm's way. Finally, after a huge and lengthy struggle, Liam managed to hook his arm over the edge of the well. With one last push of effort, Stiles managed to shove him the rest of the way out.

Once he was on dry land, Liam turned around to help Stiles out, sticking his hand down into the well for him to grab. Reaching out, Stiles was just about to grab it when something caught his ankle. He had less than a second to yelp in surprise before he got pulled down into the depths of the well. Liam screamed his name, but then he was torn back to reality, waking up on the cold surgery table. In a crazed panic, he bolted upright, staring around the room searching for Stiles. Scott was standing next to the table, looking slightly tired. "Scott where's Stiles!" Liam interrogated his friend, watching for a response. The Alpha glanced down to the floor and frowned. Following his gaze, Liam spotted Stiles lying motionless on the floor. "Crap." Jumping off the table, Liam knelt down beside Stiles, turning him over so that he lay on his back. "Stiles?" He leant down so his ear was next to the boy's nose. He wasn't breathing. Desperately, Liam began doing chest compressions, yelling for Stiles to wake up.

The commotion must have reached those waiting in the other room, for now they were all standing around the scene, worried faces watching as Liam worked. The compressions didn't seem to be doing anything, and Liam realised he'd have to resort to something else. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he pinched the boy's nose shut and held his mouth open. Screwing his eyes shut, Liam leant down and blew a strong puff of air into his mouth. He repeated the action twice before sitting up straight, wiping his mouth and watching to see if it worked. After a few painful seconds of silence, Stiles spasmed, coughing and spluttering as a spurt of water came flying out of his mouth. Rolling onto his side he spat the rest out, coughing and wheezing. Using the sleeve of his shirt to dry his face, Stiles turned to face the group. Before he could say anything, Liam pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Surprised, Stiles paused for a moment before hugging him and patting his back. "Thankyou." Liam muttered into his shoulder before pulling back and standing up.

Smiling, Stiles took Liam's offered hand to help heave himself up, wobbling slightly before regaining his balance. "Hey no problem, what're packs for right?" Grinning he patted Liam on the back. A moment later, a very fuzzy memory floated to the surface. Stepping back he turned to Liam, "Hang on. Did you kiss me?"

The whole group burst into laughter as Liam responded, "No! No I did not. GUYS I didn't kiss him, it was CPR, mouth to mouth. YOU WEREN'T BREATHING!" Pink with embarrassment, Liam folded his arms in a huff.

Ruffling the kid's hair, Stiles laughed, "I'm only messing with you. Maybe next time get one of the girls to do it though."

Muttering under his breath Liam said, "Yeah well maybe next time I won't save you at all."

This spurred another chorus of laughter from the group, which Liam eventually joined in with. Relieved that everyone was safe and sound, they all exchanged friendly hugs. When it came to Isaac and Malia, the hug lasted slightly longer than it should have. When they parted, they realised that everyone was staring at them, and Malia took a hasty step back, punching Isaac in the arm. Rubbing the spot gingerly he laughed, "Now what was that for."

Looking at him she replied, "Being embarrassed to hug me."

"But you were just as embarrassed!"

"Yeah but that's different." She looked at him, clearly not willing to change her mind, and the whole group dissolved into hysterics once more.