Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles's eyes shot open and he gasped as he shot up. He panted heavily as he looked around. His eyebrows furrowed as he was back in his room. He grabbed his phone and dialled Y/N's number.

"Hey, it's Y/N, please leave a message and I'll-."

"Goddammit." Stiles choked as he hung up and got out of bed. He quickly got some clothes on and grabbed his jeep keys before rushing out of his room.

Stiles ran up the path to Y/N's house and hammered on the door. It opened to reveal Y/N's dad, whose eyes widened at him.

"Get the hell off my property." He spat, making Stiles's eyes widen.

"I'm sorry, what?" he scoffed.

"Stiles, leave me and my family alone, you've caused enough damage." He snapped.

"Mr Y/L/N, I have no idea what you're talking about-."

"What I'm talking about is you stabbing my daughter." He spat. Stiles's eyes widened even further.

"What?" he choked. Y/N's dad sighed and looked down.

"She almost died because of what you did. So, you stay away from her." He nodded. Stiles choked as he started to walk away from the house.

"I'm going to go see her at the hospital." He nodded.

"Stiles, I'm warning you, don't go near Y/N." he threatened. Stiles looked at him.

"Sir, I love her. I can't stay away from her." He admitted, a tear leaving his eye as he climbed back into his jeep.

Stiles ran into the hospital and looked around. He rushed to the front desk, where Melissa was. She looked at him and her eyes widened.

"Get the hell out-."

"It's me, Melissa, the real me." He gulped.

"Prove it." She spat.

"My mom used to call me mischief before she died when I was 10." He stated. Melissa sighed and looked at him.

"I assume you're wanting to see Y/N, who the other, extremely evil you nearly killed." She spoke.

"That's the one." He gulped. She sighed again before moving around the reception desk.

"Follow me." She nodded. He returned it before following her down the hall and into the elevator. He gulped as the doors closed.

"Whatever the hell you're possessed with is wreaking havoc." Melissa mumbled.

"I know." Stiles sighed as the doors opened.

"Second door on the right." Melissa spoke.

"Thank you, Melissa, so much." He nodded as he rushed out. He looked through the window that looked into Y/N's hospital room and his eyes widened as he rushed in. Scott looked up and his eyes widened as he stood up.

"Stiles?" he asked.

"It's me, it's me." He nodded. Scott looked at him.

"What did your mom used to call you?" he asked. Stiles looked down.

"Mischief." He nodded. Scott returned it before hugging him tightly.

"You've been wreaking havoc, dude." He sighed. Stiles nodded before looking at Y/N, who was unconscious in the hospital bed.

"Did I do that?" he choked. Scott sighed.

"Technically, but we all know it was the void, and not you." He reassured.

"Still, I nearly killed my girlfriend." He choked. Scott sighed and gave him a sympathetic look.

"Can I have a minute alone with her?" Stiles asked.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but I've been told that I'm not allowed to leave her, just in case void Stiles comes back." He sighed. Stiles nodded.

"I understand, it's okay. In that case, I'll just go." He spoke before walking to the side of her bed. He gently cupped her cheek as he placed a kiss on her head. He let it linger for a moment before letting go of her. He gave Scott a small smile as he started to head out.

"There's something void Stiles said to Y/N, which I feel like I should tell you." Scott admitted, stopping Stiles in his tracks. Stiles looked at him.

"What did he tell her?" he asked. Scott sighed.

"That there was once something between you and Lydia. He said that it wouldn't matter to you if Y/N died because you could go back to Lydia." Scott spoke. Stiles gulped harshly as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Tell me he was wrong, Stiles. Tell me there's nothing left between you and Lydia, especially now since you're with Y/N." Scot demanded. Stiles looked at Y/N, who was still unconscious but still beautiful. He looked back at Scott.

"She's my everything, Scott. Y/N is my world. I thought I loved Malia. Turned out I didn't. I thought I loved Lydia, and I did until I met Y/N. I didn't know what love really felt like until I met her. I never got the butterflies I get with Y/N, with Lydia." He admitted. Scott sighed and nodded.

"Void Stiles was wrong. Lydia is like my sister now, and Y/N means everything to me. I can't lose her, Scott, I can't." he choked and shook his head. Scott nodded.

"You won't. I'll do everything I can to protect her from void Stiles." He promised, making Stiles nod.

"Tell her I was here." He spoke.

"Course, dude." Scott reassured, patting him on the shoulder. Stiles gave him a small smile and nodded before leaving the room.

Y/N's P.O.V

I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I sighed as I thought of Stiles, of all the times he'd made me laugh and smile with his sarcastic little remarks, or just one of his really bad jokes. A tear left my eye at the memory of all the times we'd fallen asleep together, with my head on his chest and his gentle heartbeat lulling me to sleep. I'd do anything to feel that again. Anything.

"Y/N?" my head shot up and I sighed as mom stood at the doorway of my bedroom.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Were you having a vision?" she asked. I shook my head as I sat up.

"No, no, just...thinking." I nodded. She returned it as she gulped.

"What's up, mom?" I asked. She sighed.

"Stilinski has put out an APB on Stiles...he expects you to tell him immediately if you see him." She admitted. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Why would I see him, he's missing-."

"No, love, he means...he expects you to tell him if you see him in a vision that tells you where he is." She gulped. My eyes widened.

"I'm expected to sell my boyfriend out?" I scoffed.

"When he's killed people, yes." She nodded. I scoffed again and looked down.

"That's not Stiles, though." I mumbled. She sighed.

"Whatever it is, it's responsible for the deaths of five people, and that number is increasing. You were almost added to that number, so you tell me if you have a vision about him." She demanded. I sighed and nodded. She returned it, giving me one last small smile before leaving the room.

"Freaking great." I mumbled before standing up and walking to my window.

"Stiles, where are you?" I whispered.

"You won't tell my dad, will you?" my eyes widened and I turned around to see Stiles stood at the doorway to my bedroom. My eyes widened further as tears ran down his face.

"Please, you can't tell him." He choked.

"Stiles? Is that you, or is it him?" I gulped. He continued to choke for a couple more seconds before he stopped and his expression went blank. I choked as I realised it was the void. He smirked as he walked towards me, making me walk backwards.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" he cooed, forming a fake pout.

"Stiles, I know you can hear me." I nodded as my back hit the wall.

"Can he, though?" he chuckled as he towered over me. I looked up at him and noticed just how close we were. This would have been perfect if it was actually Stiles stood in front of me.

"You know, I did come here for a reason." He nodded.

"Oh yeah? Was that reason to let Stiles go?" I spat. He smirked and shook his head.

"No. Quite the opposite actually. I'm taking someone else." He admitted, making my eyes widen.

"I'm taking you." He smirked before wrapping a hand around my throat. My eyes widened as he started to tighten his grip.

"Stiles, stop." I gulped, holding my hands around his.

"I'm not Stiles, babe." He smirked, tightening his grip so much that I couldn't breathe.

"I can't breathe, stop." I choked, clawing at his hand.

"Not until you're gone." He mumbled, putting his face next to mine. My eyes widened as I continued to choke and my head started to spin.

"Stiles." I choked.

"That's it, go to sleep." He cooed in my ear. I took one last breath and let my eyes flutter shut as I let go of Stiles's hand.