<Lydia's POV>

My eyes pop open as I hear a sound from the kitchen. Plates hitting a table softly. Looking around me, I see we are all at the McCall's house. Aiden is leaning against the coffee table staring at the wall with a blank face. Jackson is sitting near me on the couch as he and Malia whisper to each other. At least Malia can take care of Jackson. Isaac and Cora do not seem to be in the living room, so I assume they are the ones setting plates in the kitchen. Boyd and Kira are conversing at the entrance to the living room.

Melissa has bandaged my wound on my arm, and is currently talking with Allison softly in the corner. Allison looks over Melissa's shoulder to see me on the other side of the living room, finally awake. The pair of us start to get up to comfort one another. As I stand up from the couch and begin my descent to my best friend a tall boy steps in front of me and grabs my shoulders softly. I do not resist Scott as he leads me out of the living room. We walk all the way up to his room in complete silence. He closes his bedroom door softly behind me. Scott looks down at me with teary eyes and I see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he gulps. His hands shake nervously at his sides. "How do you know that Stiles was going to commit suicide?"Scott asks in utter sadness. My own eyes start to tear up.

"When we got back to the Stilinski's house after we thought Stiles had died I went up to his room," I begin with my voice starting to crack and shake. "On his desk was a note and- and a," I gulp nervously, "and a gun." I pull the note out of my pocket. I have kept it with me just so Stiles could not find it and become upset. Scotts form says even more and the tears began to pour down his cheeks. "It was a suicide note Scott, and before I could show you we found out that Stiles was alive, but we thought he was a clone so you nearly killed him and Stiles could not even look at you. Allison and I, we knew that if we showed you the note then, that you may be the one to kill yourself. We couldn't do that to you!" I exclaim as I hand him the note. I watch as his eyes skim over the scribbled words sprawled out on the paper. When he finishes reading, the not is dropped to the ground and he leaps into my arms. Although he towers over my frame he still attempts to rest his head in my shoulder as he sobs. We kneel to the ground making it easier for him to rest on me as he cries. I run his back soothingly as I hold back the tears.

"We didn't even know," he says in utter disbelief. I nod my head. "We need to bring him back right now," Scott says in a deep voice before standing up and walking fast out of his room.

"Scott!" I yell as I stand up and sprint after my friend. We stomp down the stairs and walk straight into the living room. He walks behind the nogitsune who is sitting on the couch, unconscious. "Scott wait, don't go in alone, this nogitsune is different, you might need help in there!" I yell as he points his claws at Stiles' neck. Isaac and Cora rush into the room. Scott looks around the room at all of us.

"Who else is coming then?" Scott asks. I step forward. Allison stands up.

"There must be a way to take more than one person," Allison exclaims. Scott closes his eyes for a moment so he can think. After a few moments his eyes pop open again.

"I don't know if it's going to work, but we have to try," Scott says. He explains that maybe if we have two sets of werewolf claws that we could bring more people. I shake my head.

"No Scott, only an alpha has the power to do this, not a beta," I remind him. Derek stand up from his spot on the couch.

"That's not entirely true," he tells us. We watch as he takes Isaac and places him next to void, in front of Scott's other set of claws. "Lydia, Allison," Derek summons us and we sit in front of Isaac's claws. "Scott's powers will be in Isaac, transmitting the abilities into Isaac's own claws. All four of you will make it into Stiles' head," Derek promises.

"Isn't this even riskier this time, I don't want anyone to get hurt," Scott explains. Derek sighs.

"It is more dangerous, but if you all make it into his head I imagine it will be safer if there is a large group of you," Derek confirms, "okay Scott, Isaac." A few a moments pause I feel Isaac's claws enter my neck. I straighten my posture and gasp in surprise. It hurts a bit, but not horribly bad. Then I feel something I did not feel last time. Images flash in front of me, we are all holding hands but suddenly some force starts separating us all. I hear an ear piercing scream causing me to close my eyes. When I open them I am in the boys locker room, sprawled across the dirty floor. Lifting my head from the floor, I find that it aches like it hit the ground to hard. Looking around me I find my friends in the same position I am in except for Scott. Our alpha is leaning over Allison who is shaking violently on the ground, whimpering. I make my way quickly over to my best friend. When I reach her I see that there is a cut starting at her elbow and continuing across her abdomen, her shirt slitted, revealing the bloody wound. I hold my breath as I sit on the ground next to her. Allison screams in pain. Scott rubs her head.

"Shh Allison, I can fix you just hold on," Scott begs, "Lydia find something!"

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott screams. He has officially lost it. After loosing his girlfriend, then loosing his best friend to the nogitsune twice, and everything else, he has finally been pushed over the edge. "Lydia find something! Isaac help!" Scott screams. I put a hand on his arm.

"Scott!" Upon screaming his name he stops freaking out and just looks at me. "There is nothing you can do in here besides take her pain away until we get out," I inform him calmly. He nods his head slowly with the tears still building up in his eyes. Scott then lifts Allison into his arms like a bride and stares at Isaac and I. "Okay, let's go," I demand. Scott and Isaac lead the way to the exit and I follow behind casually. I hear whispers from behind me and at first I ignore it then the whisper turns into labored breathing. I turn on my heel slowly and look around for the source of the sound. When the door slams shut behind Isaac I do not flinch. As I continue to look around for the source of the sound I find it is coming from a boy with dark hair in front of some lockers. His hand is over his heart and he is gasping for air desperately. It is Stiles and he looks the same as he did the day I kissed him for the first time. The only difference is, I am not there to help him hold his breath. He will die without me. By instinct I drop down in front of him and and grasp his face in mine. Quickly I place my lips on his, discontinuing his panting. Upon kissing him everything around me disappears, including Stiles.

I look around at my new surrounding and see I am in a simple white room. Every wall is pristine, along with the floor. I stand up and spin around. It comes to my attention that I am draped in a white, silky, thin strapped gown that stretches to the floor. On my feet are white flats. My strawberry blonde hair is down with no product in it, causing my hair to fall halfway down my back in messy waves. When I touch my face, I can tell that I am not wearing a scrap of makeup. In my earring holes are simple studs, nothing extravagant. When I look up from my self I see the white walls have changed. Instead the walls are covered in clips from Stiles' life it looks like, except they are all of me. The clips are his memories, watching me through his eyes. I cover my mouth with my hand in surprise.

I see him looking down at our clasped hands and I can watch through Stiles eyes as I lean in quickly to kiss him. I am smiling at him in so many memories. Mixed in with the smiles are memories of him watching me as I ignore his existence. A single tear falls down my face at the sight of how cruel I was to him. I stumble back a bit in utter disbelief of what is happening. My feet trip over each other as I continue to stumble back. My back presses into a door and I fall back into another room. This one is the same room Scott and I entered last time we were in Stiles' head. The large white one that seems never ending. And once again Stiles and the nogitsune are playing the board game on the Nemeton.

I hear a second person stumble in and whip my head around to see Isaac with a look of shock on his face and his scarf suddenly gone from his neck and his hair is once again longer with more curl to it. "I- I had to give him my scarf and then I was thrown in a white room, but then the walls turned into memories of me through Stiles' eyes," Isaac explains breathlessly as he steps forward. I nod my head slowly.

"The same happened to me."

"But you didn't have a scarf," Isaac protests.

"I was talking about the memory part Lahey," I say with raised eyebrows.

"Oh," he says dumb-founded. "I wonder where Scott and Allison are." I nod my head and look around in worry.

"I hope Allison is okay." I hear the sound of a door opening and then Scott stumbles in with Allison in his arms. Like Isaac and I, their outfits have changed. Allison hair is no longer cropped short. Instead it is draping over her shoulders long and waved. She is wearing the jacket I commented on, the first day we met. The jacket that made us best friends.

Scott has no tattoo on his arm and he is clad in a lacrosse jersey and shorts. His hair is longer and curlier like Isaac's has become. Also his muscles are less defined. Scott continues to tirelessly hold Allison in his arms because of the wound on her abdomen. "Scott, I think you know what to do now," I tell him. He nods and places Allison the ground practically on his feet. I think the rest of this will be easy until Scott tries to shift, but is unable. He remains human, no claws or fangs.

"I can't turn, Isaac try," Scott suggests. When Isaac tries to "wolf up" again nothing happens. It clicks in my head.

"Scott, it won't work," I inform him, "We all saw Stiles' memories of us. We are all dressed according to how he wished we were. Stiles wishes that I would be plain because of how I was a few years ago. Allison's hair is long just like he said he wanted it to be in his suicide note. She is also wearing the jacket that made us best friends. Stiles always thought that Allison helped me change for the better, so he wanted us to be best friends. Isaac has no scarf, and neither of you are werewolves, just like Stiles would want. We were shown his memories so we could see everything he didn't want to happen even though it did. I was mean, Allison did cut her hair and you and Isaac were turned, we were all dragged into the supernatural and Stiles wishes that didn't happen." My explanation is all over the place, but I think Scott and the others get it. Scott blinks in disbelief.

"Then how do we get Stiles' attention?" Isaac asks. I think for a moment and nothing comes to mind. I small voice talks from the floor. Allison looks at me with prying eyes.

"Your arm Lydia," Allison says quietly and labored. I lift my arm and look at it. The word the nogitsune carved into my arm has stopped bleeding and is scarring and scabbing. Remember. Allison is right. Maybe when void was carving the word into my arm for that split second it was Stiles trying to reach us in the only way he could. He knew that this is how we could save him. Looking up from my arm, I tie my glance to Stiles who is still on the nemeton. I clench my fists at my sides and scream.

"I remember!" The words echo across the room and reach Stiles. He turns in our direction and furrows his eyebrows. Then I turn my attention to the bandage wrapped creature and see he is about to launch himself onto Stiles. "Stiles look out!" I scream. He turns quickly to the nogitsune with wide eyes. Stiles' hands grasp the sides of the heavy game board. He lifts it up quickly causing all of the game pieces to clatter onto the floor and swings it around so it clashes into the nogitsune's skull. Before the nogitsune even hits the floor we are thrown back into reality again. The claws are removed from my neck and I take a deep breath of air. Allison slumps a bit, her wound still present. Derek leans over Allison. "Derek why did that happen? When we first went under we were all holding hands and we were being throws away from each other I heard a scream and it turns out it was Allison," I explain.

"She was too vulnerable, dying and coming back twice. She must of been holding onto one of your hands to hard because she needs the supports so when she was thrown there was more strain. I don't know exactly what, but something went wrong," Derek explains. Melissa comes forward and helps Allison up from the ground so she can stitch Allison up. Scott looks quickly to his best friend in hopes that what we did worked. I stand up along with Isaac so we can watch Stiles. Scott joins us in front of Stiles. Stiles jumps to life as he did last time. Everything happens the same it did last time. The creature crawling out of the floor. Isaac grabs the nogitsune and Scott grabs Stiles. Kira wastes no time impaling the nogitsune with her katana and Boyd stands ready to catch the fly in the triskele box.

Now that all of that is over, I turn my attention to Stiles who is wrapped in layers of cloth and a leather jacket. His pupils are dilated and his whole body shakes. His gaze locks with mine and he frowns.

A/N WOW SO THAT WAS HORRIBLE WRITING SKILLS ON MY PART.