Will was tired.

He was tired of the all the supernatural stuff happening around him.

He truly wanted to help his friends, but he needed a break from it. So, he had been helping his mom at the hospital, he's always admired her and her job and ever since he was little he loved the idea of becoming a doctor.

It's not like he had stopped talking to the group, he talked to them all the time and told him if they needed anything he'd come back and help in a heartbeat.

He made sure Stiles knew that.

So, when his mom told him Stiles had been checked into the hospital after an "incident" at Eichen House, he didn't hesitate running to the room.

As soon as he reached the room, Will opened the door and walked in, not caring to knock. Stiles, who had his back to the door, quickly turned around and his eyes widened at the sight of Will.

Will ran up to Stiles as he stood up, immediately pulling him into a hug.

"What happened?" Will breathed out, feeling himself calm down a bit when he felt Stiles' arms wrap around him.

"Brunski's been killing patients, calling them suicides." Stiles whispered, but Will could hear him loud and clear since they were still hugging. Will immediately pulled away from Stiles, his eyes wide with panic. Stiles let go of Will's waist and cupped his face, giving him a reassuring smile.

"I'm okay. I just have a concussion. I'm okay and Lydia's okay." Stiles said, his eyes never leaving Will's. Slowly Will nodded, relief filling all through him. Will leaned in and kissed Stiles. They haven't kissed in a couple days and after what he had just heard, he really needed one. Stiles almost instantly kissed back. He missed it too.

When they pulled away, Will sighed, shaking his head. "I'm never taking a break from the supernatural again." He laughed out and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to Stiles' forehead.

...

After Stiles was okay to be sent home, Stiles filled him in on how he had a cassette titled "Lorraine" and they immediately headed over to Will's house since he had a cassette player.

"Let's go, Lorraine." Bruncki's voice boomed from the cassette player.

"Listen to me. Please listen. There's something I have to do, something I have to stop." A voice, who Will can only assume was Lorraine said.

"I have to take you back to Eichen, Lorraine."

Will brought his chair closer to the table, turning up the volume just as Lorraine began to speak again. "No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others."

Stiles paused it, turning to Will. "This didn't happen at Eichen House."

"But then where did she go?" Will asked, shaking his head. Stiles just sighed. "That's what we need to find out."

Will shook his head, stumped. "Just keep replaying it. Maybe we'll find something."

Stiles nodded, pressing playback and Brunski's voice came back into the air.

"Back to Eichen, Lorraine." Brunski's voice repeated. Will leaned closer to the cassette played, hoping to hear clearer.

Stiles eyed how close Will was to the speaker. "Will, you're gonna hurt your-" Stiles was interrupted by Will shushing him. "I'm trying to listen."

"No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere." Lorraine's voice spoke as a small scratching noise echoed behind her voice. Will's eyes widened and he abruptly sat up, startling Stiles. "That's it. Pause it." Will quickly said and not asking any questions, Stiles paused it.

"Play it again and turn it up." Will instructed and Stiles went back and turned up the volume before pressing play again.

"No. No. I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere. I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape. Just like you taped the others."

Will paused the cassette player and turned to Stiles, his eyebrows raised. "Did you hear that?"

"What? The scratching? This tape is old." Stiles said, his brows furrowed. Will shook his head, leaning in closer to Stiles. "It's not the cassette. It's the record player."

Stiles looked at him like he was crazy. "What record player?"

"The one in the lake house, in the study." Will said, remembering sitting in that room with Lydia for many summers as they played their old records. Stiles squinted at Will, not fully understanding what he was saying. "So she escaped from Eichen House to go back to listen to a record player?"

Will rolled his eyes at how Stiles was making it sound. He stood up out of his chair to walk around. "Well, she was a Banshee, right?" He asked, not expecting Stiles to answer as he ran a hand through his hair. "They predict deaths. What if this time, it wasn't just one death, it was a lot of deaths?"

Stiles, finally getting what Will was saying, straightened up, realization washing over his face. "Like the dead pool."

Will smiled, glad Stiles was finally catching on. "What if all those years ago, Lorraine predicted it? And she knew there was something in the study that could stop it?"

Without having to say any words, the two boys got up and walked out of Will's room. As they walked out , they ran into Malia who was still staying in Stephanie's room.

"Where are you guys going?" Malia asked, her brows furrowed. "We're going to the lake house." Stiles answered, not even stopping as Will grabbed her head. "C'mon." He muttered, pulling her after them.

...

The three sat in front of the spinning record player for almost half an hour, waiting for something to happen. Hating the plan, Stiles cursed under his breath and pushed himself off the ground away from the record player. "What are we doing? This room wasn't even made for us. We need someone like Lydia or Meredith, and we're just sitting here listening to a stupid record player play a record that doesn't play anything."

He leaned over Will and turned off the record player. "Come on. There's plenty of other things we can be totally useless doing."

Stiles was about halfway out the door and Will had been standing when Malia finally spoke up.

"Stiles."

The Stilinski boy sighed, turning around to face Malia. "Yeah?"

"I can still hear it." She muttered crawling closer to the record player. Will squinted looking at the frozen record player. "But it's not on."

Malia nodded, rising to her feet. "Then it's something else. Something spinning."

She stared at the wall in front of her for a couple seconds as Stiles walked back over to her and Will. His eyes trailed down the rolling desk the record player was on before noticing that the plug goes into the wall.

He quickly moved the desk and grabbed the cord. He looked back at Malia and Will, silently asking if he should pull it. When the cousins shrugged, he turned back to the cord, pulling.

The cord ripped the plaster off the wall, starting to make a line up the wall. Stiles kept pulling as the humming and beeping noises got louder. When the cord stopped at the top, Will and Malia walked up to Stiles and the three of them started ripping off pieces of the wall until they were met with three spinning machines staring back at them.

"What is this?" Malia asked, taking a small step forward and Will let out a small breath of air, watching the machine in shock. "The dead pool."

Malia took another step forward and went to punch the machines. Being right next to her, Will grabbed her wrists just before she could hit the dead pool. "No! You can't just smash it to pieces. Okay? If this thing's being used to disseminate the list, then it's probably gonna keep going until everyone's dead."

Malia huffed, putting her fist down. "Then what do we do?" She said, glaring at the machine.

"It needs some kind of prompt or command or something, right?" Stiles asked as Malia's glare turned into a confused squint. Slowly, she rose her hand, pointing at the top of the middle machine, a tiny key whole right in the center.

"What about a key?"

Will quickly facetimed Lydia as Stiles muttered and grumbled to himself about how stupid it was that the dead pool stops with a single key.

When Lydia picked up Will rambled to get everything that happened in the past hour into one explanation. Before he could finish, Lydia interrupted him, asking to see the machines. Will stopped talking and turned the camera around.

"There's got to be a way to turn it off, right?" Stiles asked and Lydia groaned. "I don't know. I don't know anything about computers from the 1970s."

"Neither do we!" Malia defended and Will's brows furrowed. "Those are computers?" He whispered under his breath.

"Okay, where's the monitor?" Lydia asked and Stiles shook his head, taking the phone from Will. "Lydia, there is no monitor. There are buttons, knobs, spindles, no monitor." Stiles snapped but Lydia shook her head. "Wait, turn the phone back. Point it at the carpet."

Stiles looked at the ground then back to Lydia. "The what?"

"The floor! Just show me the floor." Lydia yelled and Stiles quickly flipped the camera around to face the floor.

"Where's the stain? There should be red blotches, a wine stain. That doesn't make sense. I gave the $500 I was supposed to use to hire cleaners to Brunski." Lydia said and Will, taking the phone back from Stiles, turned the camera to face him. "Lydia, what does wine have to do with anything?"

"Red wine doesn't just disappear. You should know that! You spilt red wine on yourself all the time at my parties." Lydia said and Will's fell, looking down at Lydia on his phone screen. "Unless it wasn't wine."

Lydia smiled at Will's comment. Stiles' face scrunched, shaking his head as he leaned in towards Will. "What? What do you mean?"

"The ashes weren't ashes. The study isn't a study. The record player isn't a record player. So maybe the wine wasn't wine. You guys have to find the wine. Find the bottle. There could be something about it." Lydia said and Will nodded. "What kind? What's it called?" He asked, already starting to leave the room to head downstairs to the wine cabinet.

"It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone."

Will nodded, repeating the wine under his breath before saying his goodbyes to Lydia and hanging up.

When he found the wine, which was lucky in front of the cabinet, Will ran back upstairs, hearing a rattling sound inside the bottle as he did so. "I think there's something inside." He said as he ran into the room. He stopped in front of Stiles and Malia, shaking the bottle so they could hear it too.

"Do you have, like, a wine opener or-" Malia, interrupting Will, took the bottle out of his hands and threw it on the floor.

The two boys gasped, backing away from the sharp glass as Malia bent down to search the mess. She stood up holding a small key and walked towards the dead pool. Without a second thought, Malia put the key inside and turned it.

Then all the noise stopped.

–I'm SO SORRY its been so long since I've updated this book(literally a year and a half💀)
I love will to death but season 4 just isn't the most interesting season for him(i say as if him and stiles didnt get together a couple chapters ago) but i was just so pumped to write season 5 season 4 just didn't excite me as much BUT WE'RE ALMOST DONE WITH SEASON FOUR!!!

and then steph and isaac come back🤭

OKOK I LOVE YOU GUYS AND ILL BE BACK SOON