Set after 3x24

Chapter 11 has been updated as I missed a part out, please go back and view the previously missing chunk.

Stiles hated the fact that everyone had wore black, including himself; he watched as the last few guests trailed out of the reception. Chris shut the door and let out a sigh of relief, all the friends and family of Allison had no idea who she was and what she had done; they were just there to pretend they cared. Her true family were stood and sat in the reception at the end of the service; Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Kira, Melissa, John, Chris and Stiles. They all stayed silent for a while, Isaac wiped his face with his hands; Stiles kind of wished Derek was there because he would break the silence with some sort of heartfelt speech, with the normal gloominess he held in his deep voice.

Stiles had been okay since the Nogitsune, he still wasn't one hundred percent. His complexion was still pale, he still had rings under his eyes and he still looked like death. It had taken him a long time to eat, it had take him a lot of strength to not look for his box of sharp items; he knew Allison had hidden it during all the mess. He still wasn't well and everyone knew that, they knew he was still recovering and it was taking time to deal with all he had been through. Allison's death has changed the situation, Isaac was leaving to join Ethan in France and Chris was going to join him for a while, but he would travel around a little to save innocent werewolves from the grasp of evil hunters.

Stiles felt a twang of pain in the back of his head; he knew what it was, he knew what he had done. But now he regretted it more than anything, it was like someone was banging a sledgehammer against his skull; it took him a long time to notice that people were finally talking. His Dad and Melissa were saying their goodbyes as they felt a little odd to be there, Stiles gave them both a hug, but he didn't register that they had had left or even spoken to him. Chris then left the group of mourning teenagers and he took a slow walk to the graveyard that was next door to the reception.

Lydia spoke to Kira, Isaac spoke to Scott; Stiles stayed sat down as the pain got worse in his head; he looked to Lydia, the Banshee hadn't seemed to notice. His knees shook and he chewed his nails, his eyes darted around and he tried to look for the one soul, who usually helped him, but she was gone; she was dead, he had killed her. He cupped his hands over his ears in a desperate attempt to stop the pain and the voices in his head, which he knew was just his mind.

The agony finally became too much; he stood up, but he regretted that straight away; his legs collapsed and his eyes rolled back into their sockets, he crashed to the floor in a heap, "Stiles!" Scott shouted, the werewolf charged over and his friend started to seize, "Isaac get Chris." Scott wasn't going to be an idiot; he knew that an adult was needed in this situation. Isaac charged out of the hall as the girls charged over, Scott placed his arms over Stiles's chest as he flipped him over, he held the boys hand tightly as the pain radiated through him. "Kira, can I borrow your jacket?"

"Yes, of course." She took her jacket off and handed it to Scott; he folded it under Stiles's rapidly moving head. Lydia calmly placed her hand in Stiles's raven black hair; she muttered smoothing words to him, "What happened? He was fine."

"Allison helped him with all the difficult stuff, he was still ill; Void took a toll on him and the funeral has just added to that." Scott said sadly, Stiles's body convulsed quicker, "It's okay bud," Stiles's unconscious form began to scream, what was common in seizuring patients, he then threw up onto the ground; Scott made sure he didn't roll in it and he made sure that he didn't choke on it. "Lydia, phone an ambulance," she nodded and took her phone out.

Chris and Isaac charged in; Chris knelt down by his side, "Scott, take things out of his pockets."

"Why?" Scott asked.

"Sharp items could hurt him," Chris told him; Scott and Isaac took things out of Stiles's pocket.

Isaac held onto one of them, "Oh no," he held out a medicine bottle, "It's an overdose."

"He tried to kill himself," Scott mumbled, he heard Lydia tell the ambulance service this new found information, "Why? At Allison's funeral."

"Because he thinks he killed her." Lydia sighed, "They're on their way." She said holding her phone up.

"Lydia, do you have my Mum's number?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, do you want me to phone her?" Lydia questioned, he nodded as Stiles went limp and his body stopped moving in Scott's arms.

Stiles felt horrible when he came to. He could feel an oxygen mask on his face, he peeled it off and breathed in deeply, he cracked his eyes open and he snapped his vision to the sleeping form of his Dad; the Sheriff was slumped in the chair and looked exhausted. Stiles felt guilty, but he was also disappointed that his overdose had failed. He was still alive, his eyes then found Scott; the Alpha was stood at the end of the bed, he looked both angry and upset. Stiles looked down in shame; he pressed his hands on the mattress and sat up, "Sorry." He muttered, he then noticed that both his Dad and Scott were no longer in their black suits, "How long was I out?"

"Three days." Scott trailed off, he bit his bottom lip, "I get why, but at the same time I'm so angry with you; one of the things that keeps Allison alive, is the fact she kept you alive. All those times you felt like nothing, she pulled you up and it's an insult to her for you to try and end it all." He sobbed, "We nearly lost you, back at the reception; your heart gave out and if my Mum hadn't been faster than that ambulance, you would have died in my arms like Allison. Stiles I can't put another friend the ground, I need you."

"I'm sorry," Stiles started, "I woke up and I was just angry with myself, how could I go to the funeral of a girl that shouldn't have died, it should have been me. Void Stiles killed her, he got the Oni to kill her and that broke me, because the only reason the Oni were there was for me." He explained, "Allison died because of me."

"No. Allison died because of Void, not you; he might have taken your face, but he wasn't you." Scott told him, tears formed in his puppy dog eyes, "He wasn't you."

"I remembered everything I did, I remembered the power I had and I loved it," Stiles told him, Scott shifted uncomfortably, "Because being human is hard in our world, it hurts."

"Here," Scott handed him an envelope, "It came to your house yesterday, seems in death Allison still has a lot to say." He watched as Stiles opened it, "Maybe you wouldn't have done it, if her letter had come earlier."

Stiles pulled out a photo; it was the one of Allison and him at his birthday party, he was beaming a way and Allison was planting a kiss on his cheek, next to the photo was a quote, "I don't think you understand how important it is for me to hear the sound of your voice every day."

Tears rolled down Stiles's cheeks, he looked up at Scott, "She was my friend too and I needed her." Stiles told him, Scott sighed and stepped forward, he brought his broken brother into a tight hug; Stiles wailed into his chest and this woke his Father, John just looked up and smiled sadly at the scene in front of him.

"There's a letter," Stiles mumbled, he reached down into the envelope and pulled out the letter, his eyes trailed to his Dad, "I won't let Allison down again, not after everything she did for me."

"Seems I owe her a lot," John smiled, Stiles nodded and handed the letter to Scott.

"Read it, I'm too teary to see." Stiles chuckled.

Scott began to read:

Dear Stiles,

Imagine if I hadn't forgotten my pencil case that night two months ago, I would have never found out that my friend was hurting, I wouldn't have been able to help you; our bond would have never grown to be what it is now. I don't want to say it, but you could be dead; we could have buried you months ago and that would have broken everyone, especially Scott and your Dad. So it's good that I forgot my pencil case, isn't it?

I'm proud of you, you've changed so much; you and I might be human, but we're as equal as everybody else. We kick as like Scott and Isaac, we can both scream, but not as loud as Lydia can. We might be human Stiles, but we're part of the pack and we always will be.

I know lately life hasn't been nice to you, I hoping that will change; I hope you find someone to share the love that I know you have deep within your heart, even if it isn't Lydia. Whatever girl you love, she will be the luckiest girl alive. I hope to see you thrive and grow; I hope to see you open up to everyone in our little group.

Lots of hugs and love

Allison xxx

"Well, that was emotional." Stiles said wiping his face, "I think I need to talk to you lot, I need to tell you everything."

"And we're all here to listen." Scott told him placing an arm around him, "Always."

The End