"You know..." I say, staring at the dump of a Motel in front of me. "I always thought that Motels like this were only in movies."

Allison sighs from beside me. "You and me both."

Scott shrugs his shoulders as he steps off the bus, Stiles right behind him. "I've seen worse."

We all turn and look at him. "Where have you seen worse?"

He doesn't answer us as Coach whistles, gaining all of our attention. "The meet has been canceled until tomorrow morning and this is the only place that has enough vacancies for all of us. If I hear one more complaint I will throw you back on that bus and ship you home before you can even say Peter piper picked a peck of...whatever. Understand? Buddy up and I will give each of you a room key. No boys and girls in the same room since I can't trust any of you filthy teenagers...you're sickening, really. Not that that should be a problem for you, Greenberg. You'll never get a girlfriend. Anyways, sleep well. I can't afford you all staying up late and losing the meet tomorrow, got it?"

We all mumble "Got it" before everyone turns to start buddying up. Stiles and Scott turned to one another of course, along with Allison and Lydia, so I just simply asked Scott and Stiles if I could stay in their room. I didn't know anyone else and I was more than willing to sleep on the floor; besides, I'm sure the beds have bedbugs in them anyways.

"Tonight should be fun," Stiles says as he pats Scott's and I's backs. I wasn't sure what he was referring to, but I just kept the same expression as Scott: confused.

Allison walks past Coach and grabs her room key, 215, before turning around and motioning for Lydia to follow her. The two girls walk on as Stiles goes to snag the next room key from Coach, but Coach holds onto it tight as he leans closer to Stiles.

"If I hear one peep out of you for the rest of the night..." Coach says as he looks up at Scott. "I give Scott over here permission to beat the living tar out of you."

Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Psh, I could take Scott any day."

Coach is silent as he looks between Stiles and Scott, thinking the same thing the rest of us were. "Keep thinking that if it makes you feel like a less crappier person that you are. But I'm being serious; I have to get my beauty sleep and if I hear you doing the Irish Folk dance in the room above me we're going to be having some problems."

I knew Stiles was going to retort to his sass like he always does. "I don't even know the Irish Folk dance-"

"Just go to your room Stilinski!" Coach screams this time, throwing the key into his chest. Stiles' eyes are wide before he turns and walks away, Scott and I following.

I look ahead and see Allison and Lydia walk into their room up on the next level, meaning that our room was right beside theirs. Stiles inserts the key in the room number, 217, before opening it, causing a wave of smoke and filth to wash across our noses.

"Oh my God," I groan as I lift my shirt over my nose to block the smell, but it still managed to find it's way through the fabric. "Do they even clean this place?"

Stiles' arm is across his nose. "Considering the smell, probably not."

Such a smart ass. Scott rolls his eyes as he throws his bag down beside one of the beds. "It's not that bad guys...after awhile it gets better."

I remove my nose for a brief moment before hiding it away again. "How can you say that. Your smell is better than both of ours."

Scott looks around the room, eyes starting to water. He doesn't answer me as he goes to explore the bathroom, but Stiles and I stay in the other room exploring. My hands trail along the wooden desk, picking up dust, confirming my thought of them not cleaning the place. Stiles first walks over to the beds as he rips the sheets off, scanning every possible place on both of the beds.

"Well that's surprising; no bed bugs," he confirms before walking over to a drawer, pulling it open as he sighs a breath of relief. He grabs something before holding it up, revealing a Febreeze can. "God bless America."

He sprays the whole room down head to toe, releasing us from the smoke smell. I let out a puff of air before throwing my bag to the side, landing besides Scott's bag in the corner. Just when I was about to announce to the two of them that I was going to see what Allison and Lydia were up to, Stiles grabs a five dollar bill from his pocket and starts to head towards the door.

"I'm going to find a vending machine," he states as I start to follow after him.

"I'll go check on Allison and Lydia," I say before I'm walking out the room, leaving Scott behind. Stiles turns left as he tramples down the stairs, but I take a right instead before stopping in front of room 215, knocking to let them know I was there.

Lydia answers. "If you're looking for Allison, she's in the shower. I was about to go get some new towels."

I peak around her slightly and look into their room, seeing that it was similar to ours. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom, but instead of walking inside I looked back at Lydia. "Did they smell like smoke?"

Lydia groans as she rolls her eyes slightly. "Your room smell like it too?"

"We had to spray it down with Febreeze," I state with a smile as Lydia walks around me, closing the door behind her. I walk next to her as we head towards the desk downstairs, which had a flickering light on inside across the parking lot.

Her and I are silent for a moment as we start to walk across the parking lot, but it wasn't an awkward type of silence. However, just before we reach the lobby, Lydia turns and faces me, stopping in her tracks. I turn to face her, eyebrows furrowed at what this was about.

"What's wrong?" I ask as she stares at me, something written on her face that I couldn't read.

She licks her lips slowly as her eyes search the ground, almost as if she's looking for the words to say. "Corey, about yesterday..."

"Thank you," I cut her off, realizing then that I never said it at a time when it was just the two of us. "If it weren't for you I'd still be talking in your head right now."

Lydia's face goes white. "Wait-that was you?"

I guess Allison never told her. "Yeah, um...I was the one that was Allison's friend, remember?"

Lydia face of realization makes my face grow red, not because of me speaking to her when I was dead, but because of the fact that I had seen her naked that night out in the words. I prayed that she didn't remember, but the look on her face screamed that she did.

"Yeah, you were the one that talked to me out in the woods that night..." she drifts off, her eyes wandering around, trying not to look me in my eyes. I didn't blame her; I didn't want her to see the embarrassment on my face. "And you saved me that night in Scott's house; when Derek and the rest of his pack were after me."

I shrug my shoulders, acting as if I only heard the last part. "Guess we're even now."

Lydia smiles, revealing the dimples on her face. "I guess we are...but what I wanted to talk to you about was what Deucalion said earlier; the part about how we were connected in some way."

She wasn't the only one curious about that. I thought about it on the bus ride down here, but I couldn't come up with any solutions. "Maybe it's because you find the dead and I was the dead."

Lydia shakes her head. "Well duh, but the way he said it made it sound like there was a deeper meaning behind it. Now that you mention that you were the one in my head though, it makes me wonder..."

"Wonder what?" I say, curiosity building up inside me.

Her eyes stare off into space before they find me again. "It makes me wonder what we are actually capable of. Sure, I find dead bodies, which isn't much of an ability, but you can see the past, right? Individually we have our qualities, but Deucalion showed us that I can actually heal you, Corey. Doesn't it make you wonder what else we can do together?"

It never occurred to me until she finally said it. "Yeah, actually. It is pretty interesting, but we don't even know what you are. Apparently I'm a thing called a seer, but what are you?"

Lydia's eyes roll slightly in her sockets. "I'm just a girl who has voices in her head, and that's all I ever will be...insane. I can't even warn someone that they're going to die because by the time I know, they're already dead."

My heart sinks into my chest. "Lydia, you and I both know that you're more than that. You proved yesterday that your abilities can save someone; like me. Without you, it wouldn't just be me that would be dead."

Lydia's eyebrows furrow. "What? I've only helped save you-"

"You know what I mean," I say, referring to Lydia, not her abilities. "A lot of people in your life would be lost without you. Allison, Stiles, Scott, your family, me...we all care about you Lydia, okay? Just you being here is enough to keep us going."

I see faint tears starting to form in her eyes, the light reflecting off of it, but before Lydia can say something back, an old, scratchy voice speaks out that sends chills up my spine. "Were you kids needing something?"

We both turn to see an old lady at the lobby window, a tube attached to her neck. I shudder before Lydia walks up first, gulping. "Um, yeah, we need more towels. Ours smelled like smoke...even though it says no smoking."

Both of our eyes trail down to the tube as the lady notices, but she just huffs in annoyance. She turns around and hands Lydia a stack of three towels, but I wasn't paying much attention to that. What I was focused on was the number hanging on the wall behind the lady.

"What's the number mean?" I ask as I point, seeing her follow my finger before turning around, smiling ever so slightly.

"Most places are famous for things like their food service and room clean-ness, but around here, we have the highest death toll," she states, making me gulp. "And they were all suicides."

Lydia's shaking finger points at the sign. "You're telling me that 198 people have died here...in these rooms?"

The lady nods. "198 and counting."

I hear my heart racing in my ears when the lady starts to laugh, really starting to creep me out. Lydia stares at her in confusion before I grab her arm and tug her away, wanting to get as far away from here and her as possible. Never in my life have I been creeped out so much.

As we're walking away, quickly I might add, Lydia turns to me and glances over her shoulder. "I knew this place was bad news."

My eyes find hers. "What do you mean you knew?"

Lydia looks around her. "This place felt odd the moment we came here...a lot can happen in one night."

Lydia's words wouldn't have bothered me if it weren't for the fact that there was a death toll and that she had the ability to predict death. If I could see into the future, or at least learned how, I sure as hell would have done it right now to see if we all made it out of here alive. However, my thought is cut short when I look up onto the next level and see room 215's door wide open.

Allison.

I'm suddenly taking off at a full sprint, hearing Lydia call after me, but before long she's running after me as well. I couldn't help but think that something terrible happened to Allison, but my mind was set into panic mode before I even saw the door. Seeing even the slimmest of chance that Allison could be in danger set me off, and I had to get to her. I had to find her.

I skip every other step as I run upstairs, taking a left as I ran down the balcony and to their room. I hear the water still running in the bathroom, making me grow even more sick to my stomach, but when I turned the corner, all I felt was rage.

Allison had her head peeked out from around the curtain, panic on her face as her nails dug into the curtain to keep it in her hands, but only because Scott was standing there, reaching for the curtain to pull it away.

"What in the hell are you doing!" I yell at him before I grab his bicep, tugging him away from Allison. He stumbles out of the bathroom and back into the bed before standing back up. This was so unlike Scott, but I wasn't thinking straight. Who knows what he might have done if I didn't come in here in time.

I step between him and Allison as Lydia comes running around the corner, stopping a few feet from behind Scott. Scott's eyes are wide as he stares at me and Allison, shaking his head as if he didn't know what he just did. Not only did him trying to take advantage of Allison infuriate me, but it was also because he knew that her and I were together. I knew that he's always wanted her, but that doesn't give him the right to do something like this.

"What do you think you were doing?" I snarl at him, feeling more confident then I should have been. I hear Allison begging me to calm down from behind me, but I couldn't focus.

Scott shakes his head. "I-I don't know...how did I get in here?"

Lydia's eyes trail down to my clenched fists, causing her to step in between Scott and I before someone got hurt. "Corey, calm down, okay?"

I shake my head, confused as I look around Lydia and at Scott. "What do you mean you don't know how you got in here?"

Scott's eyes wander around the room. "One minute I was standing in the bathroom in our room...my eyes they...but then I was in here and you were yelling at me."

My chest heaves huge breaths, but I believed him. I didn't think that Scott would ever do something like this, but the look on his face was what really convinced me. He shakes his head again before looking around at Allison, apologizing before fleeing the room without another word.

What in the hell was going on?

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I can't stop myself with Lydia and Corey. Still don't ship them romantically, but their bromance is giving me a severe case of the feels. Anyone else?

I was low-key gonna have Corey beat the hell out of Scott, but I'm not that mean of a person. I didn't want to completely ruin their friendship over something like that, and if I were to do it, they'd start having a love triangle with Allison and no way in hell do I wanna do that. Love triangles suck butt. Plus Scott McCall deserves better and one less fight scene for him makes me a little bit happier.

Next chapter should be more eventful; I've got some ideas up my sleeve that will hopefully start to take effect.

But until then, vote and comment?