Silence wrapped around my head; no thoughts, no emotions, no sound. Just silence.

It was like a soft buzzing on loop that I couldn't get out of my head, starting to slowly drive me mad. It wasn't like I didn't try to think of something, but it was hard to after what I had just witnessed not even five hours ago. The image was stuck in my mind, with no sound attached, playing over and over again.

Boyd was one of those guys that would act all tough around other people, but when you're locked in a vault with him for two months, you learn that it's all just an act. Yeah, he was a big guy, but he helped keep my sanity while I was in there. He was the one constantly reassuring that we would be aright; even after he had watched his best friend get mauled in front of him. Cora barely ever said a word; it was all Boyd.

And now he was gone.

I regretted not getting to know him better; he at least deserved that. What Kali did to him was so painful, it stung. Thinking about what his future could have held made me sick to my stomach, and I desperately wanted to let my rage out. For him.

Derek couldn't stand to look us in the eye after it happened. He fled the scene and didn't look back, but no one went after him. He had a perfectly good reason to leave, and if I were in his shoes, I wouldn't be able to rest until Kali got what she deserves. I knew that revenge was written all over Derek, but something about the way he acted after what happened was different than normal. It was the same way he had acted after finding out about Erica; but this time, way worse.

I had told Allison I needed the night alone to think, and she respected that. She knew I knew Boyd better than her, and I respected that she respected me. So, here I was, staring up at a dull celling in Stiles' room as the empty feeling of nothingness consumed me alive.

Stiles was fast asleep, and I was more than jealous. Being able to sleep after witnessing something like that made me envious. Maybe it was just my mind not letting me sleep or the pre-ghost life still inside me, but whatever it was, I hated it. I needed a break from my thoughts.

"You're still awake too?"

My eyes flick over to Stiles, who was still lying down in his bed, not even looking at me. "Can't sleep."

He sighs. "Me either; only for periods at a time."

The room is quiet again, neither of us saying anything. I pretended that the silence was for Boyd; respecting him somehow if he was watching us now. It did make me wonder though, if Boyd was out there watching us now. What if he is in the same situation as I had been? What if we could bring him back?

"Distract me," I say finally, knowing that my thoughts were going to start eating me alive if I didn't stop. "I need to think about something else."

I see Stiles' eyes look at me then, the light shining from the window reflecting off them ever so slightly, making them glow amber. "What was is like...you know, to die."

For some odd reason, I wasn't taken back by his question. "In one word, peaceful I suppose. After awhile you just become numb, and then you're just...gone."

Stiles folds his hands across his stomach as he stares up at the celling like me. "Is it bad I'm not afraid to die?"

I look over at him slightly. "I guess not. I'm not either, but I already have died before, so that doesn't count."

"I should be," Stiles goes on to say, and I could just tell by the tone in his voice that he was serious. "After everything I've been through, I should be terrified. It's a miracle we're all still alive. Our luck has to run short sometime though, doesn't it?"

I gulp, my saliva thickening at the thought of losing everyone. "I guess it'll be one hell of a ride until then, won't it?"

Stiles chuckles then, lightening the mood for a moment before it goes silent again. "You really love her, don't you?"

This question I was taken back by, only because of how random it was. I prop myself up onto my elbows as I look up at him, seeing that he still wasn't looking at me. "What?"

"Allison. You really love her, don't you?" he says again, but he doesn't let me answer just yet. "After seeing you hold her in the clinic that night when she almost died, I knew. Hell, I knew before that even. Just the way you spoke to her and looked at her, Corey...it's like you two have this connection no one else can even imagine."

"Am I really talking to Stiles right now?" I say, a little spectacle. "Stiles never sounds poetic."

I can practically hear Stiles rolling his eyes. "Fine then douchebag, don't accept my beautifully strung out words I wrote down on an index card before speaking them."

I raise an eyebrow. "You wrote that down on an index card-"

"You didn't answer my question," Stiles cuts me off, but I knew the answer to it long before he even asked it.

My voice is firm, but not hard ."Yes, Stiles, I love her. No, it's not some pathetic high school romance that you see all over the TV these days, but it's real. It sounds cheesy, yeah, but I don't really care. She really is the one, and I'll do anything to protect her."

The room is silent again for a little while, but soon Stiles is speaking again. "You never told me what happened when you were um...inside me?"

For some odd reason, my cheeks turned red. Only because of how he worded it. "Uh, possessed you?"

"Yeah, that," he adds on quickly, moving around in his bed to get rid of the awkward silence.

I think for a moment, trying to remember. "I mean, when Matt had pulled that gun on you guys and pulled the trigger, I acted before I could even think. Somehow I managed to fall into you rather than push you out of the way, so that's how that happened..."

"It's weird that I don't remember any of it," he says. "I remember Matt pulling the trigger, but anything after that up until the lacrosse game, I don't remember."

"You didn't miss much," I breathe, remembering how slow those days were without Allison and being stuck in his body.

Stiles fidgets. "Lydia didn't try and kiss me or anything, did she?"

"Stiles..." I fade off, trying not to laugh. "She hasn't tried to kiss you in how many years, and you're asking me that in those few days if she tried to then?"

Stiles groans. "You have like this little freaking charm, Corey, so of course I had to ask, okay?"

"A charm?" I scoff, not knowing what he was talking about. I never had a charm.

Stiles ignores me as he moves onto the next topic. "What did Kali mean that Jade was coming soon?"

I shrug even though he couldn't see the action through the dark. "She's unpredictable; I have no clue. If she shows her face anytime soon though, she'll be hearing it from me. She's hurt Allison and the rest of you guys by being with the alpha pack; she deserves a good face poundage."

"I can't really picture you beating someone up, no offense," Stiles says, causing me to raise my eyebrows. Little did he know I used to get into fights at parties all of the time when I dated Kaitlin.

"Well, I can't really picture you with Lydia Martin either, no offense," I mock, but I didn't actually mean it. He sits up so fast in that bed though as he glared down at me, pointing a long boney finger.

"There's no need for you to be an asshole, Corey Ham," he spits, but I could tell he was only kidding. "I take what I said about you and Allison back."

I start to laugh. "I would take back what I said, but eh..."

"I'm giving you a place to live and this is how you treat me?" he roars. "You're even sleeping with my star wars blanket!"

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the wall behind Stiles' bed, it clearly being Mr. Stilinski. "Stiles! Shut up and go to sleep, dammit! Do you want me to get the spray bottle?"

Stiles glares at me before shouting back. "I already took a shower tonight, dad!"

"I'll give you another one," Stilinski grumbles as he sounds as if he's getting up to go get the bottle, but shortly Stiles is yelling back again.

"Goodnight dad!" he shouts, before saying a little quieter. "I'm not a freaking cat, God."

"Has he actually sprayed you with that thing?" I ask, laughing quietly in fear that Stilinski would hear me.

Stiles puts his hand to his forehead. "Too many times to even count. That thing was literally in my face the moment I came out of the womb."

I tried not to picture that. "Whatever man, I'm going to sleep now."

Stiles yawns then. "Goodnight then, Ham."

"Ham? You know that's not actually my last name, right-"

"It's your new nickname, okay?"

I sigh, accepting it from Stiles. "Whatever. Goodnight."

I swear we didn't even make it through thirty seconds of silence before Stiles was speaking again, asking a question that made me know it was going to be a long night.

"Do you think woodpeckers get headaches?"

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Chills run down my spine as I stare down the dark road, trying to peer through the darkness at what I was even looking at. I had no clue where I was or how I got here, or what I was even doing. The last thing I remembered was managing to go to sleep after crazy questions Stiles kept asking me.

I must be sleepwalking.

Suddenly, it felt like I was being snapped from my sleep as headlights shine in the distance, but the fog covering the road made it almost impossible to see them. The full moon casts down onto the road, lighting the scene in front of me, but the only thing I kept thinking was that there wasn't supposed to be a full moon tonight. If there was, Kali would have came for Derek.

Everything in my mind swims in circles, chasing reality and dreams around and around. I tried to grasp what was even happening, but it was like my mind wouldn't let me. All of a sudden though, the car flies through the fog, allowing me to see it fully.

It was Stiles' Jeep.

"Stiles?" I say under my breath, but it was already too late for me to realize that I was standing in the middle of the road. I swore that Stiles was going to hit me, but then suddenly, he jerks the wheel to the left, driving right into the ditch and crashing into a tree.

This couldn't be real, could it?

"Stiles!" I scream as I run to the jeep, my legs feeling like they were stuck in cement. For a moment I thought maybe I was having a vision, but this wasn't the past. This never happened, and I couldn't see the future...at least, I thought I couldn't. This was just a dream...

But that didn't stop me from helping Stiles.

"Oh my God, Stiles!" I shout as my shaking hands slap against the exterior of the Jeep, searching desperately for the door handle. The front of the Jeep was smoking terribly and it was more than dented. I didn't have the courage to look at Stiles yet, for the sake of my mind.

The door creaks as I start to open it, finally looking up to see that he wasn't even there. My first thought was that he flew through the windshield, but the glass wasn't broken to where he could have. Where did he go?

"Stiles!" I shout at the top of my lungs, starting to shut the door to look for him. He couldn't have gotten far, right? But right as soon as I started to turn around to go look, a figure was appearing from the fog, the sound of clicking high heals filling the eerie silence.

Before I know it, the figure is leaping from the shadows and throwing their hand around my throat, pinning me to the Jeep. I tried to fight against their grip, but they were a lot stronger than me. I figured that it was a werewolf, but when the figure finally looked me in the eyes, it astounded me.

It was Ms. Blake.

"You're the piece that doesn't fit," she spits in my face, but I had no clue what she was talking about. "You ruined all of this. You thought you were helping your friends, but all you did was doom them all."

I shake my head, trying to grasp her words that lingered around the air. "What-"

"You might be a seer, Corey Walker, holding the fate of everyone in your hands, but you clearly don't know me," she snarls, fire in her eyes. It terrified me. "Let's see how mighty you are after I'm done with you."

Her hand around my throat latches tighter as her other hand reaches up to my face. My hands tried to pull her away from me, but she was too strong. This wasn't right; nothing about this was right. I tried to scream then, but her hand was over my mouth, blocking out all of the sound.

Just like in a nightmare, I was desperate to wake up, and miraculously, I did. I thought it was all over when I did, but I was wrong. There was still a hand over my mouth when my eyes flashed open, staring up at a face I knew all too well.

Jade.

She whispers quietly, her hand muffling my sounds of panic. "I just want to talk."

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Yeesh, what does this girl want now? Got any guesses?

Stiles and Corey are my brOTP. Man, I need to have more scenes with just the two of them. Don't worry though; I plan to have lots coming soon (:

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