I OPENED MY EYES AND YAWNED before glancing out of the small window to see the sun still high in the sky, slowly my body woke up and I felt a weight curled into the left of me. I glanced down to see Stiles sound asleep on top of me, his irregular breaths confirming he was out for the count. I curled my fingers into his thick hair, running my digits through the soft locks slowly.

The clock on the wall opposite us read 14:35 and a sigh pooled from my lips when I realised I'd only been asleep for forty minutes. The small bed Stiles and I tried to curl up on was less than ideal — not to mention it was incredibly uncomfortable but we were in no position to leave the hospital.

I did note that we were alone. When I'd drifted off the Sheriff was sitting in the arm chair beside the bed conversing. I hoped I hadn't fallen asleep when he was talking to me.

The silence I was sitting in didn't stay peaceful for long — much to my dismay — as my poisonous thoughts began to run wild once more. I couldn't contain them and they slowly chipped away at my last pillar of sanity. If I hadn't of heard Derek and Aiden last night I'd of been ignorant still .. or as ignorant a person could be when her boyfriend was sleep walking into the woods at night.

I couldn't forget the look in Aiden's eyes when I interrupted their conversation. He seemed to be looking at me like he knew I knew, like he was trying to convince me silently that he was right and to trust what he was saying.

And Derek? Well, he seemed just as panicked as I did which really stirred something inside of me.

I couldn't formulate a sentence for the first few minutes. I just stood there, wide eyed and open mouthed while I panicked.

"Alex—" Derek hurried to say once he recognised I was starting on a downward spiral.

"You think Stiles is the Nogitsune?" I aimed at Aiden.

"It makes sense." He shrugged and what stuck me most was that there was no sympathy behind his tone. He was being malicious and he knew it though why I had no idea. Was this because of what had happened between us the night of Halloween? "I heard what he said in the science classroom."

"That was between Scott, Stiles and I." I snapped, "It had nothing to do with you."

He sighed and I detected the slightest bit of remorse in his tone, "Alex—"

"Shut up." I sighed in exasperation, "Stop trying to make things worse for me and better for you."

His eyes widened, "I'm not—"

"Then get your nose out of my business!"

Aiden's jaw clenched in irritation and he walked over to me, closing the distance while ignoring Derek's presence entirely. The remorse had disappeared, "It becomes my business when he's a dark spirit with the potential to kill us all."

I glared at him, looking up to meet his blue gaze while clenching my jaw, "He isn't."

"How do you know?" He said to me in an almost ridiculing tone, "It makes sense, don't you think?" 

"No. I don't think." I argued, "Because Stiles is fine!"

"This is what you call fine?" He asked of me while raising a brow, "Somethings not right. You're just either too oblivious or too in-denial to recognise it."

"You don't even know him." I responded as my fingers curled into fists, "And you don't know me .. not anymore. So stop trying to force your way into my life by coming for the one person that I love."

I knew that the shifting process had triggered by the way my vision became much more detailed — the infrared leaking into my normal sight. I couldn't help it. I was beyond furious and all I could think about doing was driving my claws into any part of Aiden's body, he'd riled me up that much. The way Aiden stepped back confirmed it, as did the way he rose his hands slightly in surrender. Up until now I had no idea how territorial I was when it came to Stiles — I shouldn't of been surprised but I was. Wolves were exceptionally territorial.

The best thing now was to remove myself from the situation before Aiden said something else or I dove my claws into him. It was fair to say we were no longer on good terms — the thing parting us being Stiles. Before Aiden came to Beacon Hills with his Alpha pack nothing had ever come between our relationship and now we barely had one.

Neither Derek or Aiden had said anything as I turned my back to them and headed back inside. I slapped on a brave face and returned to Stiles and the Sheriff with a smile like nothing had happened when in actuality I had been rattled to my core — so much so that it made me feel nauseous. I couldn't look at Stiles without thinking about the possibility of him being the nogitsune or what it meant because really, I wasn't entirely sure what the nogitsune was. I just knew it was a dark spirit that — ironically — came from Japanese folklore like Kira.

I knew the Oni were looking for the nogitsune it they were only searching the supernatural so surely it couldn't be Stiles otherwise the Oni would've targeted the likes of Melissa and the Sheriff — not to mention everyone else in Beacon Hills.

Overcome by curiosity I reached for my phone, careful not to wake Stiles. I didn't think the internet would tell me much —if anything at all — so I was surprised to see a decent amount of information on my screen.

'Yako is a spirit possession of foxes, as told in Kyushu. To be possessed by it is called "yako-tsuki". The yako, literally meaning field foxes, are also called nogitsune. The Yako tend to be mischievous or even malicious. These Japanese foxes are also part of the Yokai category, the demons of Japan. Sometimes described as a 'dark kitsune' the nogitsune possesses the body of an individual for no other purpose than to create chaos, pain and strife on which it then feeds from, while the creature can be summoned, it is dangerous.'

I dropped my arm to my side and looked away from the phone screen. Stiles couldn't be that, he just couldn't be. He was too kind hearted and genuine to have a bad bone in his body. What this was was insomnia, nothing more and nothing less. It's all it could be.

"It was the other day.." I turned my head to look out the small panelled window in the door to see Melissa and the Sheriff standing there. A normal person wouldn't of heard Melissa speaking but I did and her words distracted me form my thoughts, "I asked him some questions. Just some symptoms and, um—"

"It's okay." The Sheriff sighed sombrely, his tone unusually quiet, "I, uh, I think I know what you're talking about. I've been writing these down for the past couple of weeks."

The Sheriff passed something to Melissa and she looked down before speaking, "Impulsive, hallucinations, insomnia, night terrors, dissociative, confusion." She mumbled before she looked back up at the Sheriff, "They're the exact same."

He nodded though sadness clouded his face, "I think we need to do some tests."

Why would they need to do tests? Tests for what exactly?

So I searched it, typing in every symptom Melissa had said and waiting for the results. For the second time, I regretted searching it and this time I dropped my phone while looking out of the window at Melissa and the Sheriff.

Frontotemporal dementia?

"We shouldn't be talking about this out here anyways." Melissa sighed as she dropped her head into her hand and rubbed her forehead.

"Why?" The sheriff asked, his brows twisting in confusion.

"Alex is in there." Was her response, "She could hear us."

The Sheriff looked passed Melissa and in through he window, meeting my gaze head on while he said, "Is their hearing that good?"

Noticing he was no longer looking at her, Melissa turned around and she too looked at me through the window. Her shoulders slumped as a sigh pooled out from her lungs, "Yeah." She said absentmindedly, "And she heard us."

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Watching Stiles as the doctors told him they suspected he might've had frontotemporal dementia was gut-wrenching. The words made me feel physically sick. I had to close my eyes and look away, press my lips together, clench my jaw — do anything except look at him as he squeezed my hand so tightly. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream to the sky that this was unfair. I wanted to tell the doctors that they were wrong but I didn't know. The only way of telling was by doing an MRI scan of his brain.

Then Scott had arrived and we had to explain it all over again, say the same words, see the same facial expression.

They thought Stiles had early onset dementia. Stiles.. my Stiles. My crazy intuitive, has an answer for everything, Stiles. I couldn't comprehend it. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't think about it. It hurt too much.

By the time Stiles' slot for his MRI scan had come around it bordering on seven o'clock, the sun still high in the sky. Scott, Stiles and I had never shared so little words before, conversation always came easy to us but with this weighing on our shoulders we didn't know what to say to one another. I'd practically watched the clock hand on the wall do a full rotation before the porter came to collect Stiles to take him to the MRI.

The Sheriff, Scott and I followed as the porter wheeled Stiles in a chair down to the MRI department. The thick air followed us and I knew the porter could feel it too, you didn't have to be supernatural to know tension was clouding us like a blanket. It wasn't awkward tension, it was a fearful tension. We were all scared to learn what the MRI would confirm — all convinced the worst was happening. Melissa had also joined us for the scan and as Stiles took a seat on the edge of the table I sat down beside him and took his hand silently, dropping my head on to his shoulder.

"I'm not sure I know how to pronounce this .. or if it's not actually a misspelling." The doctor said to the Sheriff.

"Just call him Stiles." The Sheriff responded, making it clear they were discussing Stiles' biological name.

"Okay." The doctor nodded as he walked over Stiles, standing by Scott, "Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you earplugs or headphones."

"Oh, no, no, I don't need anything." He declined.

"Hey, we're just on the other side of that window. Okay?" His dad reassured him.

Silence ensued before Stiles nodded, "Okay."

The Sheriff smiled at Stiles though it wasn't a happy smile. You could see the sadness hidden in the depths behind his eyes along with the fear and stress. It was a good attempt at reassurance but I saw straight through it, I wasn't sure about Stiles or Scott however. He, Melissa and the doctor left shortly after that, exiting to the room where we'd have to wait while they conducted the scan and I saw them through the glass as they conversed but for once I had no desire to listen to what was to be said between them. I instead turned my attention to Scott and Stiles as we sat in silence and I stared a Stiles' large hand encased in my own while I grazed my thumb over his.

"You know what they're looking for, right?" Stiles eventually broke the silence between the three of us. Scott had only been told that they were testing Stiles for his mother's disease. There was no mention of name or anything of that matter. Stiles hadn't even been able to talk about it all day so I was surprised when he brought it up.

Though Scott nodded to indicate he knew already.

"It's called frontotemporal dementia." Stiles re-informed with no spec of emotion behind his voice. I had no idea how he was managing to say all this as if it were nothing. I felt like I was a word away from cracking.

"Areas of your brain start to shrink." He continued, "It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers ... there's no cure."

His words hit deep, stabbing through my chest painfully. It robbed me of air, of the ability to function and of the chance at a life with him. How would we even cope? I felt cowardly for crying when I wasn't the one who was facing this but the tear that shed was one of many that I'd been fighting back all day. It rolled down my cheek until it dripped off my face and landed on the back of Stiles' hand. He must've felt it because he released my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him and embracing me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him, focusing on the steady beats of his heart to try and keep myself composed but it was no use. I wouldn't be able to stop these tears from falling no matter how hard I tried. So I pulled myself out of his embrace despite how hard it proved to be and I stood up, taking his hands while pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you."

He squeezed my hands as my voice cracked and he nodded in response, "I love you."

I pressed my lips together and released a deep breath before turning my back to him and stepping away. I kept ahold of his hand until I couldn't no more and when his fingers slipped away from mine and my arm returned to my side I felt empty. I had to force one leg in front of the other as my vision became progressively worse, the clear world becoming blurry from the unshed tears that gathered in my eyes.

I closed the door behind me and turned to it, resting my forehead against the cool wood. I remained there for a minute before I turned and saw both Melissa and the Sheriff looking at me. They were both strong enough to control the tears in their eyes however I was not and mine cascaded down my face like a waterfall. Melissa pouted sorrowfully as she extended her arms open for an embrace.

It didn't bring me no where near as much comfort as it would if it were Stiles but it was enough for now.

"Stiles, if you have it, we'll do something." I heard Scott say before he paused for some time, "I'll do something."

Something meant turn him into a werewolf but who knew if that would stop the dementia from advancing? Even so, could we put Stiles through what Scott and I went through retrospectively and watch him struggle .. because I didn't think I could. All my friends thought I'd had the perfect transition, that I'd gotten lucky with how easy it had been for me but it wasn't. It was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do in my life .. not to mention terrifying. I suffered far more than what they thought I had because it was behind closed doors and I never spoke of it.

There were even points now where I feared a full moon incase I couldn't control myself and I hurt someone I loved. I didn't want that for Stiles.

Scott had left Stiles alone and he joined us for a moment until he whispered in my ear that Derek was here needing to talk to him and I. I couldn't bring myself to leave however. I knew that Stiles wouldn't know that I'd gone but I couldn't leave him .. not when he was vulnerable like this and so I told him to go without me. If it were important he could tell me after the scan.

The bed entered the dome and I could see Stiles moving around constantly. He couldn't stay still, it wasn't in his nature.

"Okay, Stiles, this will take about 45 minutes to an hour." The doctor said to him through the intercom. He was sitting in front of the computers, ready to begin the scan, "Now remember, try not to move. Even just a little bit."

I pressed my lips together knowing telling him not to move was like telling a child not to eat that piece of chocolate. It was impossible.

"Stiles, you're going to hear that noise now. It's going to be a loud clanging. Kind of like a hammer hitting an anvil." The doctor warned him before I watched him press start. The timer on the scan began as multiple images of Stiles' brain flooded the computer but all I could focus on was how loud the scanner was. He was right when he said it sounded like a hammer hitting an anvil. It was relentless and it made me cringe as it pierced my ears over and over again at a frequency sound couldn't touch if you were human.

I pinched the tip of my temples in slight discomfort and Melissa noticed, rubbing my back soothingly while I tried to get used to the noise.

It was hard and it took me over fifteen minutes but I'd eventually managed to cancel out the noises. It had been a battle and I had to concentrate on anything but sounds which was what drew my attention to the computers as they displayed Stiles' scans image by image. I watched as the doctor pressed a few buttons to change the colour of the scans from black and white to colour. He pulled up four while more continued to drown in and enlarged them on the screen. They captured my attention immediately because of the red and orange colouring .. but what also caught my attention was the chemo signals emitting from the man. 

Disheartened, sorrow, anxiety.

It made me feel sick as the four of us kept our eyes peeled on the screen.

"You see this?" The doctor asked the three of us, pointing to the reddening area of the scans, "This tissue here and there? Both those spots are showing signs of atrophy."

The silence that followed pulled my heart into my chest and forced confusion upon me.

"Atrophy." The Sheriff mumbled.

"Wha-what's atrophy?" I asked, looking between the three adults while noticing the somber expressions on their faces, "Why do you all look like someone just killed your cat? What's atrophy?"

Melissa turned to me as the Sheriff continued to stare blankly ahead, "It's the shrinking of muscle." She said to me carefully, her voice soft and delicate. It was the tone you'd use with someone when you broke them bad news and it was fitting.

'Areas of your brain start to shrink.'

'There's no cure.'

My knees began to shake while disbelief settled in — a process I was more than aware of beginning. I shook my head, "No—"

"I'm sorry." The doctor apologised sorrowfully.

"You're sorry?" I snapped rhetorically as my nose began to burn, the familiar sensation forcing me to sniffle as an array of waterworks waited for me to snap entirely, "What do you have to be sorry for? He isn't your son."

"Alex." Melissa tried to calm me soothingly.

"No—I... no." I shook my head, "No. It's not right, he's lying."

She wrapped her arm around me, "Alex."

I met her gaze as the floodgates opened, "It's not true, please."

"Come on." She muttered soothingly as she guided me out of the room, "It's okay."

The door closed behind us as we stood in the hallway and almost immediately I collapsed to the floor. My knees hit the ground as I wrapped my arms around my stomach. The pain seeped through every vein in my body and my body shook and wracked with every breath until they formed into heavy sobs. I cried loudly while Melissa wrapped her arms around me and guided my head into her chest.

"It's not fair ... It's not fair." I repeated while squeezing my eyes shut. The hot tears continued to fall down my cheeks freely as Melissa soothed me. Her words went straight over my head as I continued to cry loudly, embracing myself tightly and gripping on to my jacket. So many emotions swirled around my brain but all I could feel was an overwhelming sadness secondary to anger. It was like the two had raced to see who could reach me first and for once, sadness had won.

Electricity crackled above us as the lights began to flicker.

"What was that?" I heard Melissa mumble as I forced my eyes to open. My chin continued trembling as tears carried on flowing freely down my face and I looked at the lights fixated to the ceiling above us as they continued to flicker until we were thrusted into the darkness.

The both of us held to each other tightly as we stood up and I followed Melissa back into the computer room where we'd left the Sheriff and the doctor.

"What's happening?" Melissa asked.

"I think there's a power surge somewhere." The doctor replied as we continued to stand in the dark until the power returned momentarily.

The lights came back on, the computers whirred to life again and the scanner continued it's clattering but as I looked through the window into the room with the machine in .. the room Stiles was in I didn't see him anymore.

"Where's my son?" The Sheriffs panicked words pierced my skull as dread set deeply into my stomach. The very fear that binded me last night when Stiles had disappeared returned but this time it was ten times worse because it was happening all over again.

Stiles was gone.

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What followed could only be described as chaos. The reason Stiles had been on the top of the hospital the previous night was to tamper with the electricity cables though we all knew that wasn't something Stiles would have done. It was starting to make sense — the whole internal struggle thing that Scott had picked up on but we didn't have much time to ponder over it.

The electricity cable had come loose and as it fell to the ground it distracted half a dozen drivers, including an ambulance crew. Someone had driven into a fire hydrant and caused a water spill to coat the parking lot like a layer of snow. The cable landed in the water, the live electricity creating a death trap and several people were electrocuted — Isaac being one of them.

His heart had stopped and he'd suffered severe burns to the right side of his face and neck from where he'd laid in the water unconscious. Derek and Scott had managed to revive him after Kira absorbed the electricity from the broken cable but he was still in a precarious situation. He was alive but he wasn't out of the woods yet .. some say he was lucky but I thought otherwise.

That was only the start of our nightmares. The Sheriff had put an APB out on Stiles almost immediately after he'd disappeared from the hospital though he was yet to show up. I'd spent half that night in the station with Scott in complete hysterics. First Stiles' MRI displayed signed of frontotemporal dementia and now he was missing. It didn't make sense.

The Sheriff had retrieved the security footage from the hospital and the three of us had watched it from the comfort of his office with baited breath. We searched each tape with scrutinising eyes as an influx of patients and staff ran around the hallways in a mass panic, the power temperamental and lights flickering on and off constantly.

We'd almost given up until ..

"There!" I said quickly, pointing to the tall, dark haired figure. His back was to the camera but I recognised both the jumper and the figure, "That's him."

"How did he get out of the scanner?" Scott frowned, "I thought you said the lights were only out for a few seconds?"

"They were." I nodded while Scott looked at me.

In the chaos I watched as Stiles turned around in the corridor. He wasn't looking at the camera, though his attention was captured by something we couldn't see. I gasped quietly when his face became visible. It was Stiles' body but it wasn't him.

Stiles' posture was horrific, his shoulders always had a slight hunch to him and I reminded him constantly that was the reason for his backache. Looking at him on the footage his back was pin straight and his shoulders were pulled back.

Stiles normally pushed his hair over to the left slightly but his hair there was a dishevelled mess. It was like he'd just pushed his fingers through it, all over the place.

What rattled me to the core was his eyes. They were almost black — so dark and cold. Stiles' eyes were always full of love and life, no matter how hard things were but that person on the security footage appeared dead. His eyes were a dark abyss, both terrifying and chilling.

He wasn't Stiles. That wasn't Stiles.

It threw me entirely and by the time I'd memorised him the lights on the footage had flickered again and he was gone. That was all we had — that five second glimpse of him in some random corridor. We'd watched every cameras footage, this was our last tape and our last hope.

I could sense that Scott was tense beside me and I caught him glancing at me though I kept my eyes on the screen, wondering if the person he was talking to would ever appear. I didn't know where we would go from there. I knew something was off though I didn't have the heart to really believe what it was that was wrong. I'd gone from thinking he had dementia to something entirely different within an hour and I wasn't sure which was worse.

"Okay." The Sheriff sighed then, "It's a start."

My brows furrowed and I looked at him. He seemed .. relieved? Had he not seen what I'd seen?

"There's already an APB out and we've searched every inch of the hospital three times. He's not there. Now we .. we.." He sighed, unsure of what to say next. He didn't know what our next step was and we didn't know what our next step was. We'd done everything we could think of. Scott and I had even tried to follow his scent, it ended at the MRI department. The only traces were there and the room he'd occupied all day, there wasn't even a whiff of him outside the hospital.

"We wait." Scott sighed.

I swallowed thickly while looking at the wooden desk. The waiting game again. It always proved to be agonising and I had no doubt this game would be worse than any other we'd faced before.

"Yeah." The Sheriff mumbled disheartened. A heavy breath emitted from him and he curled his fingers over my shoulder, squeezing while he said, "I'm gonna go see if anyone's got anything yet. I'm not sure how long I'll be, Alex, are you gonna be alright?"

I nodded while looking at him, "I've got a key and .. plenty of friends around for somewhere to crash incase."

"Okay." He responded before he glanced to Scott, "Call me if you hear anything."

"We will." Scott assured him. The three of us stood in silence as the Sheriff left his office, closing the door behind him. He left Scott and I lost with no idea what to do and we just stared ahead. It had been a long time since I'd felt this helpless yet the feeling returned in full swing like it had never left.

"We should get to Derek." Scott said after a long period of silence, "I think he wants to get back to Isaac."

I sighed heavily, "Shit .. Isaac."

"It's okay—"

"It's not." I said harshly, "I forgot. I shouldn't forget that my best friend is practically dead."

"Alex." Scott tried to sympathise, "There's too much going on right now to remember everything. It's not your fault you're prioritising Stiles."

I nodded but his words didn't make me feel any better. Nevertheless, Scott didn't allow me the time to dwell as he had the door open and was looking at me expectantly a minute later. We walked out of the station side by side, blending in amongst the crazed environment so late into the night due to Stiles' disappearance. Had it been an ordinary night there'd of been five officers here, tops, and three of them no doubt would've been asleep at their desks. There was almost triple the amount just in the station alone at the moment and I knew there were several others searching the town for Stiles. 

The cold air bit my face harshly once I'd stepped outside, courtesy of the night. I spotted Derek by his FJ cruiser, leaning against it but I also spotted a blue Prius and two identical motorcycles. I did not have the energy to face Aiden right now, not after last night, and I sighed heavily.

Derek was surrounded by the twins and Lydia, the four of them conversing about Stiles no doubt. Scott and I slowed down somewhat, our strides smaller as we approached them. Derek and Ethan made space for us while they looked at the both of us expectantly.

I wasn't sure what they wanted us to say and I shrugged, "What?"

"Did you find anything?" Lydia asked us eagerly.

"No." I mumbled.

"Yes, we did." Scott said, glancing at me.

"Hardly." I grumbled, "We searched through dozens of cameras to find him in a random corridor for a split second and after the lights flickered he was gone. There's no scent, no indication, nothing. He's gone."

"But you saw him?" Was Lydia's response.

I pulled my hand through my hair, "It wasn't even him."

"How could it not be him?" Aiden asked of me.

I didn't bother hiding my feelings towards him as I looked at him. I was well aware of my facial expression and the way I glared at him.

"It looked like him." Scott took the point as he nodded, "It was his body but it wasn't him. Alex is right, he looked cold."

I sighed, "He didn't look like Stiles."

A thick silence captured us and it remained until Derek looked at me. I could already tell by meeting his eyes that what he was about to say was bad. It was that sympathetic expression, those 'I feel for you' eyes that I hated.

"Alex—"

I held my hand up to stop him, "Please, don't."

"Alex, you need to listen." Aiden said to me.

I shook my head, "I don't—I can't take anything else today. My brain is fried. Two hours ago I was told Stiles had dementia, now he's missing .. please, just don't."

"Alex, I'm sorry." Derek said to me as he put his hand on my shoulder, "But we have to."

"I already know what you're going to tell me."

"Then listen." Lydia pleaded, her eyes wide, "Denial isn't good."

With a clenched jaw I closed my eyes and dropped my head forward. I liked the silence, I really did. It was comforting but those around me didn't see it that way. They took my lack of response as a response and Derek began talking. His words sounded jumbled. He may as well of been speaking french, I didn't understand a word.

I didn't know how long he'd been talking for but I hadn't caught a single word of it. Eventually I dug my fingers into my temples to try and relieve some of the pressure that was building in my head and I looked at Derek.

"Sorry .. can you start from the beginning?" I asked him, "I didn't hear a word you said."

Derek's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"

"Yeah." I said before I shook my head, "It's just — my brain, it's not working."

He pressed his lips together before he nodded and locked into my gaze. He commanded focus and this way if I looked at him I'd be able to concentrate.

"The night Barrow escaped from Eichen House and went into the school the nogitsune left that message on the chalk board for him. The message telling him to take Kira."

I nodded as I looked down to my shoes fleetingly, "I know .. I saw the writing. It was Stiles' handwriting."

Derek sighed. I knew how it was. He felt like he was talking to a brick wall because I point blank refused to listen to him.

"The reason he wanted Kira was because she's what they call a thunder kitsune. She can control electricity and foxfire. Barrow used Kira's foxfire — knowing that Scott and Stiles would find her — to try and jump start the nogitsune's power but it didn't work." Derek said to me, "So he tried again by severing the electricity cable on the roof of the hospital but Stiles managed to stop him."

I shook my head, "Derek, please stop—"

But he didn't. Instead he finished what he had to say, "None of us knew it would be the MRI."

Silence..

It was peaceful.

My brain had stopped, thoughts had ceased. The denial had passed. The disbelief was gone. Remembrance replaced it. 

I continued to lay on my back, staring at the ceiling until I saw Stiles' face appear as he looked down at me. For a second his face was completely void of any and all emotion. In fact, I could've almost sworn that his lip curved upwards into a sadistic smirk — his eyes filled with menace. I had to be hallucinating. The blinding light of the electricity had messed with my sight. I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times and when I looked at Stiles again all I saw was concern.

Concern..

I closed my eyes. I covered my mouth with my hands. I exhaled deeply. I started to shake. 

'Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine.'

The unimaginable was happening. It was our worst nightmare. For weeks the wool had been pulled over our eyes constantly and that scared me.

It was worse than Peter.

It was scarier than Jackson as the Kanima.

It was as terrifying as the Alpha pack.

It was smarter than the Darach.

Stiles .. my Stiles.

He was the nogitsune and he was gone..

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A/N; this is honestly the saddest chapter I've ever written and it's only going to get worse. Alex and the nogitsune are going to have a very intense relationship, I honestly can't wait.

On an off note, I just want to put the feels out for a potential greys anatomy fic if any of you watch it. Would anyone be interested in reading it? It would most likely be an Alex Karev/OC.