Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

*Flashback*

"What is greater than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, the rich need it and if you eat it, you will die?"

It has been several weeks since the Nogitsune was 'defeated' and the terror that once was routinely part of everyone's lives seemingly returned to normal. Additionally, if there is one thing about the human mind,worth more than gold, it is the ability to forget. All humans forget the hurt, p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e; they forget pain and their adamant habits.

The constant flashes of himself,the acts which sullied his hands, occupied his dreams—no, more accurately— his current nightmares. 'No, that's not me. That's not me! It's him!t's—, it's the Nogitsune!' He screams, as his body There he was, stabbing Scott his best friend, his brother— and then twisting the sword as leisurely as a feeling of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e overcame his senses. He was feeding off the pain, strife and chaos! !

Then, there was the scene of Allison Argent laying in Scott's arms; writhing in death and the sounds of a banshee shrieking permeated the underground tunnel to near destruction.

"Answer me!" A voice demands to him.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it... What is it?"

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it... What is it?"

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it... What is it?"

The voice chants repeatedly, over and over again. The voices echoing around his head and taking a hold of him.

"Come on, Stiles." It urges in a whisper, embodies in obscure darkness. "You know the answer." It murmured in his ear, prickling them. . He can feel the drag of each breath as the Nogitsune lingered his lips close to his ears, "Let me in, Stiles. I can give you everything you ever wanted: Lydia, Malia… Your mother. I can bring them back for you. You no longer have to be Scott's defenseless, powerless human buddy." The dark, wrapped hands curled around his shoulders."Who has to stand and watch as he puts everyone at risk just to satisfy his own ego? You were stronger than the alpha, Stiles. You were once stronger than him and you can be stronger once again. All you have to do is answer me. Let me in, Stiles…"So I will ask once more,"

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. WHAT IS IT?!" The voice screams in his ear, jolting him into attention. He freezes and no matter how much his thoughts curiously wander to his words and wishes to answer the riddle. he holds (or restraints) himself back by clamping down his lips and biting them to point of bleeding.However, the scream came involuntarily from his lips.

"A SHADOW!"

The laughter entered his ears, " Wrong answer... The ONE i want is... DEATH!" The voice hisses harshly, before revealing its full form, Stiles himself !

Stiles awakens, tears streaming down his face and his heart pounding a hymn of death, it was jumping out of his c.h.e.s.t. Pushing himself against the bed into a Fowler's position against the headboard of his bed, he wipes the warm tears from the corner of his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he exhales in an attempt to collect himself. His hyperventilating episode eventually subsides as he assured himself over and over again.

"It's over, Stiles... It's all over."

Situated in the dark, silent hours before his alarm sounded, he finds solace and peace. His anchor.

Stiles inches closer to her, startling her awake.

"What?" She asks with a hinge of mild annoyance, yet her eyes showed a different picture.Her natural beauty, has hints of wildness and a strangely befitting regal quality. Her perfectly framed her jade-like skin and glowed under the dim lights.

"I usually sleep in the middle of the bed."

She nudges him on the shoulder slightly, before turning around and closing her eyes again, "Not anymore."

"I know... I'm trying."

He shimmies on the side of the bed, trying to find the perfect posture and drags her closer to himself. His arms rests underneath her head and she nestles closer, laying her ams on his c.h.e.s.t.

This works for a short while before he relents and sits up, "Okay, I can't sleep.Unless I'm in the middle."

In frustration and annoyance, she just says, "Then we can spoon."

Spooning is a form of cuddling where two people lay on their sides, with one person's back against the other's c.h.e.s.t. In this position, the two people resemble two spoons nested together in a drawer.Where she learned this phrase, he doesn't know. It seemed like she was picking up on the modern, twentieth century slang faster than he expected.

He quickly agrees with a hum as she turns on her side and he lays back down wrapping his arm around her toned midriff. He smells the whiff of soap from her shower and he finds momentary comfort in the scent. Until his arm falls asleep and he starts shaking it.

"What now?" She asks in exasperation, pushing him off.

With them both sleeping on their sides, backs facing each other, he finally comments.

"Well, I don't like this."

Her stern voice then sends shivers down his spine, "I'm going to kill you." … if you keep this up. Stiles could hear.

"I know, I'm sorry."

She turns over and faces him, more alert than ever. And she sees his puppy-like smile, which instantly melts her heart into goo.

"Okay then. Just come here." She commands,wrapping him in her embrace. The roles were now switched, she was the big spoon and he was small one. Stiles found this oddly comforting.

"I think this is good." He says, trapped and unable to free himself from her grasp, "Yeah, this is good."

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Morning comes and he wakes up to an empty bed. The brunette was no longer there. A feeling of panic and discomfort rages in his c.h.e.s.t and he sprints from his bed, after her.

"Lydia!"

"Lydia!!" He shouts with fervor.

He finds her at the breakfast table;his father reading the morning paper with a cup of coffee by his side, while she's eating a slice of toast.

Sighing in relief, he makes his way over and joins the two.

"Why are you shouting?" She asks, crumbs flying around.

"Chew before you speak." He says as he reaches for a tissue, wiping her lips while she cutely giggles, "I didn't know where you were. I grew worried."

The figure of a woman approaches their table with a plate of pancakes, "Honey, put the paper down and have some breakfast!"

His father obliges without further sound, folds the newspaper and begins to eat.

Stiles looks to the uninvited guest and asks, "Dad, who's this?"

The three turn to him as if he lost his mind, "What do you mean, 'who's this'? It's your mother." Sheriff Stilinski replies with a grunt.

"My mother?" Stiles stares at them with a shocked face and eyebrows lifted to the ceiling, " Dad, have you forgotten? Mom's not… she… ten years ago… " Stiles stammers before shutting up.

"What are you trying to say, dear?" he attractive middle-aged woman with pale, white skin and dark brown hair and… eyes asks. Much to his chagrin, they were right. She was identical to him.

Turning to face her with sweat pooling at the corner of his face, he instantly recognizes her features, "Mom? This can't be right, this can't be… "...my mom.

Grabbing the newspaper from his dad's side, he realises the reality of the situation immediately.

Did you know you can tell when you're dreaming in your own dreams? You can't read in them. O

The pages infront of him, evidence of that. Everything a jumbled mess, as if someone smashed the words before he found them.

"Huh. So this is just a dream." He sighs, " At least it wasn't so bad."

As if on cue, the entire world dissolves and all that remains in place is a Go board. Stiles walks with confident strides before the Go board and the mysterious figure sitting right behind it.

"That was a divine move." 'It' says, looking at the board covered in white stones before it proceeds to place its own black piece. "Too bad I have the hand of god."

The scrapings of an unfamiliar beat fills the room as both white and black stone pieces begin to switch places. Until it reaches a state of equilibrium.

The obscure, shadow-like figure then steps into the illuminant light. . Covered in bandages from head to toe, a smile lights up from the rip and tear of its mouth. "Did you miss me… Hahahahaha!"

All Stiles heard was the ringing sound of his maniacal laughter.

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*Present day*

Stiles spasms and finds himself in an unfamiliar room. Squeezing his hand tighter in reflex, he breathes heavily.

'It's only a dream. It's only a dream.'

'It cant be...

'Keep saying that boy, but you will accept me sooner or later. I am you and you are me—We are each other. I hunger for chaos, while you hunger for order. I inflict pain, while you heal others. I cause strife, while you unify. We are two sides of the same coin. (We are made for each other.)'

"No! We are not!"