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Stiles and Allison were back at the hospital. The nemeton had ended up being a dead end. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it, and in the end they ended up staring at a stump for a good hour as if waiting for it to move or something. But there was no sign- of anything. They were at a loss at what to do, and were back in his hospital room waiting for an idea to strike when the door opened and people began piling in. "Welcome to the party" Stiles said to them as they piled in, but his words were caught on deaf ears. Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason, Liam, Melissa, and his dad piled into the room. They drew the shades to the rest of the hospital as Scott looked at the sheriff. He nodded towards Scott and Scott approached Stiles.

"What are they doing?" Allison asked, but Stiles was paying more attention to how full the room had just gotten.

"No idea, but maybe we should head out of here- the room's gotten a little tight. Why is everyone here?" He asked, suddenly paying attention to what was going on in the room. They were lifting Stiles up into sitting position slowly, careful of all his injuries.

"Scott, maybe we shouldn't be doing this" Melissa said from the other side of the bed. "He really shouldn't be moved like that, his lung is still healing from being puctured from his rib. We don't want to chance it happening again if he's moved." Scott looked at his best friend, worried.

"That can happen again?"

"Of course, his ribs are still broken. And you're moving them. They're bound but still. The more you move him the more pain he'll be in and the more chance there is for a longer recovery time." Scott looked towards the sheriff, looking for permission. Reluctantly, the sheriff nodded. He wanted to know how his son was doing most of all.

"But Scott, if he tells you he's in pain, you back out right away, you hear me?" the Sheriff asked. Scott nodded.

"Uh, I'm in pain. That fucking hurts actually." Stiles said, clutching his side as beads of sweat littered his forehead.

"Whoa you okay Stiles?" Allison asked.

"Fine, but if I can only feel a fraction of my own pain, then sitting up would hurt way more if I was awake." He said, noticing the heart rate monitor picked up speed as pain spread through his torso.

"Maybe we should stop" Mason said, noticing the monitor.

"He's in some pain but his heart rate isn't completely abnormal, just a little fast. Its his body reacting to his rib pain. Its not out of the normal range yet." She said.

The sheriff looked at her for reassurance, and she nodded. He nodded back and looked at Scott. "Do it. Quickly before I change my mind."

"What are they doing?" Allison asked. Stiles was clutching his side, but he was getting used to the pain. He saw what was happening but couldn't really believe his eyes. He's never really seen it from the outside before. Not on his own body at least.

"Allison- if they were to go in my head, but my soul wasn't in my body… what would happen?"

Before she could answer- Scotts eyes went red, and his claws embedded themselves in the back of his head. Stiles gasped and clutched his neck.

"Fuck!" Stiles shouted, eyes watering. Something began pulling him from all directions, and he had no idea which way to go. But there was a part of him resisting, not wanting to go where he was being summoned.

"Stiles what's going on!" Allison said. Stiles reached out to Allison's outstretched hand, and went right through it. That was odd. Couldn't he touch her before?

"Allison?" He asked as she began to fade from his vision. The next thing he knew she was translucent, hand reaching out to his. He could still see her, lips calling out his name, but he couldn't hear her. Before he knew what was happening, she disappeared, and he was left by himself, struggling to leave but being forced to stay. Trying to stay where he was but being forced to leave. The pulling got stronger and stronger, and yet his feet were still firmly planted on the ground. The pulling became a pressure in his head and he grasped at his temples as his nose began to bleed. He could see his body across the room having the same reaction, and his dad's voice telling his best friend to stop. But it was too late to stop now. Scott was in his head. And Stiles wasn't.

And yet- he somehow felt Scotts presence in this in between. Faintly through the ringing in his ears he heard his voice. "Stiles…" it was like a whisper. "Stiles!" This time it was a shout. And suddenly- Stiles was everywhere and nowhere. He was in a vast white space. Nothing around forever in every direction. Everywhere except where Scott was. A small ant like Scott far in the distance.

"Scott!" Stiles yelled. The pulling sensation was gone, but the pressure in his head and pain in his neck remained. He wiped his upper lip where the blood was now drying and ran towards his best friend. Scott did the same, but it was like for every two steps forward they took one back, and it felt like hours before they got within yelling distance. Stiles was exhausted from running, and the pain in his head had intensified. He didn't know where he was or why, but he knew he had to tell Scott about the Nogitsune. "Scott! Scott can you hear me!?" Scott stopped fighting the force keeping him away, and looked both confused and relieved to see him. Slowly- he nodded. He looked down in concentration. When he looked back up, he had transformed into his werewolf self. He looked at Stiles, remembering the last time he was in his head- and roared. It was deafening, and the sound seemed to radiate everywhere and nowhere, just like the place they were in. Stiles covered his ears, and waited for it to stop. When it did, he yelled across the plane to where his best friend stood. "What the hell was that for!" He yelled.

"It's how I got your attention last time! I figured it could do something in here…"Scott ended lamely.

"Bro. I can already see you." Stiles yelled "I think you were just upstaging me." Scott smiled. Even if they had to yell across this weird plane, it was nice to have Stiles talk to him. To see him with his eyes open and making jokes. As per usual.

Scott transformed back to himself and smiled at his best friend. His brother.

But something was wrong. Not only could they not reach each other, there also seemed to be a wall between them. Nearly invisible, but still there. It was making their voices muffled. They'd both overlooked in their elation to talk to each other again, but they were getting harder and harder to hear each other. As if sensing the fact that they could communicate, the force that brought Stiles there slowly started pushing him back. Suddenly he could feel the hospital floor on his feet again. "Scott! Check for the backwards 5! Check to see whose getting-" But the rest of his words were getting lost in the sudden force pushing him back. Scott became on high alert. Something was taking Stiles away. And he couldn't let it. He had questions to ask, and part of him had hoped that this would bring him back to himself- wake him up. But something was pulling at him, and Scott felt it too. He was being pushed out by some force. "Stiles! No!" He ran forwards, but the force keeping him back was getting stronger. He wolfed out once again and used his strength to get closer and closer to Stiles. When he was finally about 2 feet away, he came across the wall. It was translucent, and Scott banged on it fervently, desperate to get to Stiles. "Stiles!" He banged on the wall with all the force he could muster, but it wouldn't budge. He could still see Stiles, but it was different now. He could see right through him. He watched in horror as Stiles turned reached out his hand towards Scott. "No! Stiles come back!" But Stiles was gone. Scott was alone. And it was only then that the force picked up stronger than ever before. It pushed Scott away from the wall and sent him flying back. "Get… out. Get. Out. GET OUT!" The ominous voice said. Scott gasped and opened his eyes to find himself back in the hospital room. He retracted his claws and Stiles' body slumped forward. Melissa rushed forward and put gauze on the back of Stiles neck as Scott took a few deep breaths to try and focus on what the hell had just happened.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Well shit." He said. He knew exactly what the clue Stiles had said the day of the crash meant now. He just had to figure out how it had been released. And how to save his best friend from it. Again.