Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles tossed and turned in bed, a nightmare threatening to pull him from sleep.

"No...don't let them in...don't let them in." he choked, his eyes still closed as he balled his hands into fists around the bed sheets.

"Don't let them in, Stiles, don't!" he cried, arching his back off of the bed as a thin layer of sweat coated his skin.

"No!" he screamed as he jolted up. He panted heavily as he ran a hand through his hair that was now stuck together with sweat.

"Stiles, you okay?" he looked behind him and sighed as Y/N sat up next to him and gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Yeah, I just had a bad dream. I'm fine." He nodded, putting a hand on her knee.

"Good." She nodded. Stiles returned it before he realised something. He looked at her.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"We're dating, silly, I'm sleeping over." She chuckled. He squinted his eyes and shook his head.

"Yeah, but we've only been dating a month. That's too early to be sleeping together." He mumbled. Y/N shrugged before looking past Stiles.

"Wasn't that door shut when we went to bed?" she asked. Stiles looked behind him and his eyes widened slightly as his door was ajar. He gulped as Y/N stood up.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm just going to close it." She nodded, walking towards the door.

"Wait, no, don't." he gulped, grabbing her hand. She looked at him.

"Why not, Stiles?" she scoffed.

"Just don't. Come back to bed, please, leave it." He begged. She shook her head and dropped his hand before walking to the door and opening it. Stiles's eyes widened as the void stood there.

"You can't even save the one that you love, Stiles." It hissed before slashing Y/N's throat.

"NO!" Stiles screamed as he scrambled out of bed and collapsed on his knees next to Y/N. He pulled her body into his as he held his hand against her neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Y/N, no, stay with me." He cried, his tears dripping onto her perfect skin. She looked up at him.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it." She whispered. Stiles's face slowly dropped as she said that.

"What?" he choked. She gave him one last smile before closing her eyes.

"Y/N, no!" he screamed.

Stiles screamed as his eyes shot open. He panted heavily, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He gulped as he looked around. His eyes widened as he realised that he wasn't in his room, but was in some kind of basement.

"No, no, no." he mumbled, reaching his hand into his sweat-pant-pocket and digging out his phone. He gulped as he pressed the torch button on it and shone it around. He gulped as he shone it down his body. His eyes widened.

"Oh, my god." He choked as he saw his leg stuck in a bear trap. He screamed in pain as he moved slightly.

"No use screaming, no one will hear you." Stiles jolted his head around, shining his torch in the direction of the voice.

"Who are you?" he choked.

"I am void." The thing hissed, walking around the room.

"You still haven't answered my riddle. I left it for you, Stiles." The thing whispered.

"What riddle?" he gulped. The thing looked at him.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it." It whispered. A tear left Stiles's eye as he looked down.

"I don't know what it is." He shook his head.

"You do. I picked a riddle because I knew that you'd be able to figure it out. I left it for you." It hissed.

"I know, but I don't know the answer." He choked.

"You do, Stiles. And you better figure it out quickly, because time is running out for you." The thing whispered. Stiles looked at him.

"What do you mean?" he mumbled.

"I do hope that your best friend and your girlfriend can find you in time-."

"What do you mean running out of time?!" Stiles yelled, making the thing look at him.

"It's the coldest night of the year. So, if the blood loss from your leg doesn't kill you, the hypothermia that will set in soon will." It nodded. Stiles choked before pressing his phone app with shaky hands. He quickly clicked on Y/N's number and pressed the phone to his ear.

"Please pick up, baby, please." He choked.

Y/N's P.O.V

I gasped as I jolted up. I gulped as I looked around. I was in some sort of basement. I looked down, touching the floor slightly and wincing at the coldness of it. I stood up and walked further into the basement, looking around. My eyebrows furrowed as I took another step and suddenly, I was in Stiles's room. I gulped as I saw him lying in bed, asleep but tossing and turning.

"No...don't let them in...don't let them in." he mumbled in his sleep, his hands balled into fists around the covers.

"No...Y/N...don't come back to bed, please." He choked, arching his back off the bed. Tears pricked my eyes as I saw him. I gulped as he stopped screaming and his body relaxed. My eyebrows furrowed as he stood up from his bed and slowly walked to the doorway. He stopped right in front of me, making me gulp. He looked up slightly, his eyes looking into mine. My eyes widened. He shouldn't be able to see me, I thought. He looked back down and walked through me, making me gasp.

I gasped as I woke up to my phone buzzing. I looked at it and my eyes widened as it was Stiles. I jumped to get it, sliding the green phone button across the screen before putting it to my ear.

"Stiles." I gulped. My eyebrows furrowed, as all that I could hear was static.

"Stiles? You there?" I asked.

"Baby." My eyes widened.

"I'm here, Stiles, I'm here." I nodded to myself.

"Help me...please...I was, I don't know what I was doing, I woke up in the middle of nowhere, I-I don't know where I am, but I'm hurt." He choked. My eyes widened.

"How are you hurt, babe?" I asked.

"I think that I stood in a bear trap, I don't know, but I can't move my leg, I can't even stand and I'm bleeding out, please, baby." He sobbed, making tears form in my eyes.

"Okay, baby, just hold on, I'll get Scott to help me, tell me what you can see and stay on the line-."

"No, my phone is about to die, I can't stay." He choked.

"Okay, Stiles, then tell me where you are, what can you see?" I asked, trying to stay calm for him.

"I don't-I can't really see anything, it's so dark, I, uh, I'm in a room, like a basement or something, it's so cold, and it stinks of something, I don't know what but it smells so bad-please, baby." He cried.

"Okay, babe, that's good, that's good. We're going to find you, I promise." I reassured.

"Please Y/N, hurry. I'm so cold and my leg is still bleeding. I think that I'm dying." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"Okay, just hold on. We'll find you." I nodded.

"Please, baby. I've got to go, my phone is about to die, I love-." the line went dead, making tears fall from my eyes.

I climbed into Scott's room though his window and landed swiftly on my feet. I screamed as I was quickly pinned against the wall, with Scott's claws around my neck.

"Scott, it's me, it's me!" I screamed. His eyes opened fully before they widened.

"Y/N, I could have killed you, what are you doing coming in through my window in the middle of the night?" he scoffed, taking his claws away from my neck.

"Stiles is in trouble." I choked. His eyes widened as he grabbed his jacket and pulled me out of his room.

"What happened?" he asked as we rushed out of his house and to his motorcycle.

"He called me, saying that he was in some kind of basement and that his leg was hurt. I think that he was sleep walking or something, but he's really hurt and it's the coldest night of the year." I gulped.

"It's okay, we'll find him." Scott reassured as we climbed onto his motorcycle and sped off.

Scott and I rushed into Stiles's room and looked around.

"Can you get a vision from anything?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, but it needs to be something specific to what happened, so maybe his pillow or something since he was sleeping." I gulped.

"Okay." He nodded before handing me a pillow. I grasped it and squeezed my eyes shut, willing a vision to happen.

"Nothing is happening, I'm not getting a vision." I gulped.

"Okay, just calm down." Scott spoke gently.

"I can't get a vision, I can't see anything." I choked.

"Just relax, just breathe." Scott nodded.

"I can't-I can't do this, I can't find Stiles, I can't-."

"Hey." he spoke, putting his hands on my arms. I took a deep breath as I looked up at him.

"We're going to find him. I can catch his scent, and you'll be able to get a vision telling us where he is. He's going to be okay." He reassured. I gulped and nodded. He returned it before handing me Stiles's pillow.

"Now, concentrate. Smell it if you have to. Focus on how it smells of Stiles, focus on every time that you've been studying on his bed or just relaxing with him on it, focus on how he looks when he sleeps and how he holds you. If you focus on those things, you'll find him." He nodded. I returned it and took a deep breath. I raised the pillow to my face and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath in, smelling it. God, it smelt exactly like Stiles. It seemed to be a perfect blend of his aftershave and hair spray, plus a small hint of my own perfume. I opened my eyes again and gulped as I felt a vision coming on. Scott looked at me.

"You're getting something, aren't you?" he asked.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Your eyes are red." He smiled. I returned it before closing my eyes and letting the vision happen.

I stood in the hospital's boiler room. I gulped, looking around to see if I could find anything. I turned around and my eyes widened as Stiles lay there.

"Stiles." I choked as I ran towards him. He screamed as he shone his phone torch on the bear trap that his leg was stuck in.

"Who are you?" he choked, shining the torch at something. My eyebrows furrowed as nothing was there.

"I don't know what it is." Stiles choked. I gulped as I started to come out of the vision.

I gasped as I came back to see Scott looking at me.

"You get something?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's in the hospital's boiler room. We need to hurry, he's bleeding out." I choked. Scott nodded, giving me a sympathetic look before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of Stiles's room. I gasped as we ran straight into Stiles's dad.

"Woah, woah, what's happening, it's two in the morning. And who's she?" he asked, looking at Scott. Scott looked at me.

"You guys have been dating for a month, how have you not met yet?" he scoffed. I shrugged.

"He's never been here when I've been." I spoke.

"Woah, dating?" Stilinski scoffed, making us look back at him. He gave me a small smile.

"You're Y/N, Stiles's girlfriend." He stated. I nodded.

"It's nice to finally meet you." I smiled.

"And you. Stiles told me that you were pretty, but wow." He smiled.

"Thank you." I chuckled before looking at Scott.

"Anyway, why are you both here? You've got school in six hours." He sighed.

"We think that Stiles is in trouble." Scott gulped, making his eyes widen. He rushed past us and into Stiles's room.

"For the love of god." He spat as he dug his phone out and dialled a number before pressing it to his ear.

"It's Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles is missing, get an APB out on a blue nineteen-eighty Jeep CJ-five, and on a six-foot-tall, one-hundred and forty-seven-pound Caucasian male with brown hair and brown eyes." He ordered before hanging up.

"Actually, his eyes are whiskey." I gulped. Stilinski looked at me before smiling at Scott.

"I like her." He nodded before disappearing down the stairs.

Scott drove along the road on his motorcycle with me on the back and Stilinski ahead of us, the sirens of his Sheriff car blaring. We pulled up to the hospital and I climbed off.

"Is he here?" Scott asked. I nodded as I ran in and looked around. Melissa appeared from behind the reception desk.

"What are you guys doing here?" she scoffed.

"Mom, we need access to the boiler room, we think that Stiles is in there." Scott explained, making her eyes widen.

"I don't know how-."

"Please, Mrs McCall, Stiles is dying." I choked. She sighed and nodded before grabbing her keys.

"And you." She stopped, pointing at me. I gulped.

"Call me Melissa." She smiled. I returned it as I followed her down the hall.

"Two parents' approval in one night, you're doing well." Scott chuckled. I returned it as we followed Melissa. We rushed into the lift and it started moving down.

"So, what supernatural mess are you in this time?" Melissa sighed. I looked at Scott.

"She knows?" I asked, making him nod. She looked at me.

"What are you?" she asked.

"I'm a korrigan." I nodded. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled as she faced the lift doors.

"That's a new one." She nodded as the lift stopped and we ran out. Melissa stopped in front of one of the doors and quickly unlocked it.

"Now, go save Stiles." She nodded before opening it.

"Stiles!" I screamed as we ran into the boiler room of the hospital. He lay there unconscious with his calf stuck in a bear trap. I collapsed on my knees next to him and put his head on my lap, trying to wake him.

"Stiles, wake up." I choked, placing my hand against his cheek. His eyes slowly fluttered open before they widened.

"Y/N." he choked.

"I'm here." I nodded. He looked around into the shadows, as if he was expecting something to emerge from them.

"He was there." He gulped.

"Who was?" I asked.

"I don't know, but...he was here." He choked.

"We're the only ones in here, Stiles." I gulped. He looked up at me.

"He was here, I swear. You've got to believe me!" He cried, tears pooling in his stunning whiskey eyes.

"I do, baby. But whoever was here, isn't anymore." I reassured. He sighed and nodded.

"Stiles, this is going to hurt." Scott warned as he wrapped his hands around the bear trap. Stiles nodded and took a deep breath as he grabbed onto my arm. He screamed and gripped my arm as Scott pried the bear trip off of his leg.

"Stay with me." I mumbled, running my hand through his hair as he panted heavily.

"Scott, we need to get him out of here." I gulped as Stiles closed his eyes.

"Baby, wake up." I choked, shaking him.

"Help me get him up." Scott spoke. I nodded as Scott took Stiles's left arm and put it over his shoulder before pulling him up. His head dropped as Scott and I carried him out of the boiler room.

"Oh my god!" Melissa gasped as she saw him. She grabbed her radio.

"I need someone down here now, we have Stiles Stilinski but he's badly hurt and potentially hypothermic." She spoke as we laid Stiles on the floor.

"Stay with me." I nodded, resting his head on my lap. He lazily opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, raising a hand to cup my cheek. I smiled and bit back tears as I put my hand over his.

"Stiles!" I looked up and sighed in relief as the lift doors opened and Stilinski ran out.

"Dad." Stiles choked.

"I'm here, son, I'm here. You're going to be okay." He nodded before looking at me.

"How did you know that he was down here?" he asked. I gulped.

"Gut feeling." I lied.

"One hell of a gut feeling." He nodded as the lift pinged and the doors opened to reveal two nurses wheeling a stretcher out.

"You're going to be okay." I nodded. Stiles smiled at me.

"I will be as long as you're here." He whispered. I smiled and bit my lip as Stilinski and Scott helped Stiles up and onto the stretcher. He cried out as he hit his bleeding leg, making him tightly grasp my hand.

"I'm here." I reassured as he was wheeled into the lift. I stood by him as Melissa took the cap off of a syringe.

"Melissa, what's that?" Stiles gulped.

"Just something to help you sleep." She nodded.

"No, no, I can't sleep, that's when he gets in, please." He gulped.

"Who gets in, Stiles?" I asked. He looked at me, pure fear in his whiskey eyes.

"It doesn't matter, I just can't go to sleep, please, I can't." he choked.

"Stiles, you need sleep because you are one extremely sleep-deprived young man." Melissa nodded before injecting the liquid into his arm.

"Melissa-." His eyes started to droop as he lay back. He looked at me.

"Don't leave me, please. I don't want to be alone with him." He choked.

"I'm not going anywhere, Stiles." I promised, gently squeezing his hand. He nodded and sighed before his eyes fluttered shut, a tear escaping his eye as they closed. I looked at Melissa.

"Who was Stiles talking about?" she asked. I shook my head.

"I don't know. But we need to find out." I nodded.