Hey guys! First fanfiction here, the first I've ever written in English and my first try with Teen Wolf. I had to write it down because my head was spinning after the last episode, I mean: OMG! So please overlook all minor and major mistakes with spelling, gramma and punctuation. And now I stop talking and let you read. xD

Stiles could hear Lydias scream. It made his body vibrate in the worst way he could ever imagine because it was her best friends name she was screaming. There wasn't much left of himself, dancing on the edge between life and death. He was only a flicker of life left, a spark in the eternity of darkness. He'd die anyway and Lydia would scream again. Not as intense as right now but still, his name on her lips, too. How could he let that happen? Hadn't he told Scott and Isaac that it was his life before anybody else just about an hour ago? it wasn't her time! His spark emerged his body and he found himself standing next to his slowly fading body and a crying Lydia. He knelt down and put his Hand on her shoulder. "I'm gonna fix this, I promise, Lydia!" Her head darted up, staring at his 'spark' unbelieving.

"What are…" He shook his head and fixed himself on Scott, finding him crying on his knees, the cooling body of his first love in his arms. He could hear Lydia scream his name but it faded away. It was Kira who spotted his spark first, one hand covering her mouth as tears were running down her face. Her mother stiffened next to her, staring at him with the same disbelieve as Lydia. In the reflection of a window he saw himself, a figure of red glowing light. Chris Argent was too fixed on his dead daughter, Isaac was in shock and Scott had his eyes closed. He walked over to his friend and touched his shoulder. Scott's eyes flew open with this glimmer of hope that it was Allison's hand, which disappeared as fast as it had come.

"Sorry, just me, buddy. I'll fix this, I promise!" All heads flew around staring at him.

"What… how…?" As he did with Lydia he just shook his head, smiling while he laid one hand on her forehead and one on the wound.

"Just promise me to call Derek 'sourwolf' a few times, okay?" The glowing red wandered from his outlines into the young huntress. Scott's eyes widened.

"Stiles…what?" The teenager could feel how he was dissolving into nothing but kept the smile as his eyes watered.

"No! NO! Stiles!" Scott nearly screamed but in the same moment Stiles vanished into the dark, a single tear of red light slipping from the dying Boys face, Allison took a deep breath, sitting up, her wound closed and a confused look on her face. Chris darted forward, pulling his daughter in a huge embrace. Scott jumped up, searching for his best friend but he was gone.

Lydia's scream only seconds later echoed through the abandoned Basement, giving the young alpha the worst chills of his life as he started running towards the scream, covering his ears. The banshee finally stopped screaming but he could follow her sobbing. She kneeled in front of a very pale Stiles whose chest didn't move and no, what so small, beating of his heart. The sheriff's son was gone. Scott fell to his knees next to the redhead, tears streaming down his cheeks, giving his wolf some space that convulsed with pain and he howled. Yes, he had been in pain loosing Allison, his first love and a part of his pack, but his was Stiles!

The fragile human who survived his first full moons, who taught him how to control the wolf, saved their parents with this damn aluminum bat, listened and comforted him when he broke up with Allison, encouraged him to go out with Kira, who he knew ever since the damn sand box in the park where their mothers had bumped into each other, who always took care of everybody, especially his father, always cheered them up… He just had lost his brother and that pain inside his chest was pretty much enough to break him. He pulled the cold body into his arms and cried. He didn't notice the steps that closed in on them but he growled at everybody that wanted to touch him in comfort or Stiles in shock. His control was gone. It was Lydia who brought him back to his senses… more or less.

"Scott we have to get him out of here… the Nogitsune…" He nodded, pulled up the cold body in his arms and they all headed for the exit. How was he going to tell the sheriff that his son had died? How could he ever look the man in the eye? Somehow they made it to the cars. The body laid on the backseats, of his own jeep. Scott dumped himself in the passenger seat not able to see anything except blurred shades of gray and handed the keys to someone. They headed back to the city, definite over the speed limit and he didn't care though he could nearly hear Stiles complaining. That his dad was going to kill them and he'd absolutely throw everyone off the nearest cliff if his baby got a single scratch. A gurgled laugh made its way up his throat before the endless seeming sobbing continued and he had to scream because of the stinging pain in his chest. His phone went crazy in his pocket and in the end he couldn't ignore it forever so he took the call.

"Scott! Thank god! Please tell me you send Stiles over to the hospital!" His tears stopped with the lingering fear inside him bounding with his pain.

"Mom… get out of there NOW!" The jeep came to a stand, the wheels protesting with a high pitched squeaking before the steering wheel was whirled around violently and the car followed.

"Scott, what happened?" Her voice cracked with panic as she was running down a hallway.

"The Nogitsune… Stiles… he's dead…" The running sound stopped and his mother tried to catch her breath while processing that information.

"Oh my God! John…" Scott had to swallow but it didn't help to loosen the stone that pulled at his stomach.

"What?" He asked because he felt like he had blacked out for a second.

"John is up there with him… it… whatever… I… I have to…" Scott's heart raced even faster.

"NO! Mom! Get out of there NOW! ME and…" He looked at the person in the drivers-seat next to him for the first time and frowned when he discovered that it was Derek, his teeth clenched, his knuckles coming out white as his fingers cramped around the wheel.

"…and Derek. We're there in a minute so PLEASE mom! Just get out!" She took a deep breath and pushed a door open where he could hear some sirens in the background. About two and a half minutes later he could see her standing outside, freezing. He jumped out of the jeep, ran over to his mother and pulled her close. She had to smack him to loosen his grip so she could breathe. Derek touched his shoulder and Scott wiped the tears from his face, following the older one inside, making Melissa swear that she would wait in the jeep as the others came to hold at the main entrance. He would rip the Nogitsune apart peace by peace no matter what would happen to his eyes or if he'd stay in the position of an alpha. Time for the final showdown!

So, what do you think? Let it stand as a loner or let the story continue? Let me know!

See you soon, Cypri :D