How to build better friends

How to remember your friends

"Do you also want me to build a castle for you, too?" Sarcasm dripped from his words.

"Don't be ridiculous Stiles, you brought back two random teens from the dead, you can bring back my family."

"Do I look like I have the power to do something like that?" He asked seriously, now, "I can't just pull them back from the dead, that's not how it works. I need their bodies, I need the full moon-"

"The graves to be marked with protection so no other souls can inhabit their bodies, power to supply the spell, and you need to do it all before the moon falls." He finished for the necromancer, "I've read your journal, I know what you'll need." Peter gave a small smile, "you know Stiles, I think I remember a conversation from before, you initially had this "spark" when you placed a mountain ash circle to trap Jackson. But you exhibited powers one other time that I know of before your training with the good doctor."

Cold sweat ran down Stiles' spine. It was as if Peter could feel the apprehension in the room after he said those words, "I am not going to use the Nogistune, if that's what you are implying." Stiles had never been more serious in his life.

"Of course not, of course not. But he did leave something, didn't he? A mark on your soul when he possessed you."

"He didn't leave anything," Stiles lied.

"Oh yes he did, he had to change you when he possessed you. Did something after you opened yourself up to find the Nemeton. Damage like that doesn't go away. He needed to feed on the negative emotions to gain power and you can do it, too. It's the reason you're so strong. Deaton can't bring back the dead-even if he wanted to," Peter purred into Stiles' ear.

"You're asking me to do the impossible. There's no way that I have enough emotion and pain to power the spell to resurrect your entire family. Even you don't feel that way, anymore. There's no one alive to steal that power from."

"But there is one person we know that remembers everything that happened to me. That feels sympathetic. That payed good money to kill many people for me when she didn't even know herself," he nodded his head, as if Stiles was solving a puzzle he already worked out.

"Meredith is dead Peter-"

"But you haven't heard the final piece of the puzzle, Stiles. We have someone who can contact the dead to an even greater degree than you. Speak to them as if they are right there in front of her," they both looked at each other, "two banshees, one on each side, a conduit for the dead and a necromancer for the spell. Think of it Stiles, it all fits," Stiles had to admit he was a little enthralled by the idea.

"Why do you want this so badly? Why concoct this elaborate scheme that you don't even know is going to work?"

"Stiles," Peter walked behind the teen and put both his hands firmly on his shoulders, "do you ever get tired of asking questions? Maybe you need even more of an incentive to stop talking, although I know that must be tremendously difficult for you." He transformed his hand and put his claws to Stiles' throat, "you're going to resurrect my family or you and Lydia are going to die. But before I kill you, I'll get Derek to watch. Have him know you wouldn't bring his family back. Maybe that'll crush him, seeing you helpless, again."

"Ok, fine. I'll do it, jeez. But we are doing this my way," Peter instantly put his claws away happily.

"I'm glad you are finally seeing things my way Stiles. I knew you looked cuter when you were obedient, I see why Derek likes you. Oop, perhaps that was a little too personal," Peter admitted putting a hand over his mouth. Stiles looked dumbfounded at this information, but shook it off when he noticed Peter about to leave. "Don't tell anyone Stiles, I'd hate for this to get messy, of course who'd you talk to. No one is going to disobey Derek after the fiasco you pulled, tonight."

"I'm going to need all their bodies, Peter." He called after him. Great. One mess right after another, Stiles thought. He gave a little prayer for Tanya and Boston before finally passing out for the night.

On the first day that he had resurrected the two dead friends. He had prepared the spell to lift them from the grave. No one had ever attempted to be the person to resurrect a soul from the dead, at least, not to Stiles' knowledge. Peter had been the ressurectee, and therefore been completely willing. To force a creature to unwillingly inhabit their body again would require power. It wouldn't be impossible, in fact, it could be easy if he really tried. But an unwilling spirit would just attack; they would be just a regular zombie. They wouldn't be his friend.

Thankfully, reaching to the other side was easy. The door had been opened by him. That dark pit in his stomach had never gone away since going through the first time and only widened with the Nogitsune. Just peaking on the other side, he found the two dancing to a cheesy 80's song. Still around his age, arm in arm, and happily together. He was almost jealous of their relationship, but Derek had just made his decision at the time and it clouded his mind. Clouded his memory of the two.

"Hi," he said and the music stopped playing.

"Hi?" Boston said giving him a once over.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but are you guys-"

"Oh yes, we're dead. Are you?" She asked him. Stiles shook his head "no". The two looked at each other and then back at him, "so then, how'd you find yourself here?"

"Well, you may not believe this... but I guess you would cause you're dead. Then again, I don't know how long you've been dead so you could just not know all together. Or maybe-"

"Calm down," Boston put his hands out.

"Right," Stiles took a deep breath, "werewolves exist."

"We know, we've been dead for a couple decades." Tanya smiled at Boston, "we died before our prom. We never got to dance together when we were alive."

"I'm so sorry."

"Awe don't be, anyway what brings you here?" Boston smiled lopsidedly.

"Well, I sorta got in the middle of some pack politics. I got taken for ransom, I thought they'd leave me in Mexico, actually."

"Mexico? How did our graves end up there?"

"No, no, you guys are still in Beacon Hills," Stiles continued, "after Derek paid the ransom, he decided it wasn't worth keeping me around if I'd continue to be captured. I think Scott angering the Mexican pack last year by raiding them to get to Kate Argent, angered them. Kate Argent is the mass murdering ex girlfriend of Derek, he's the alpha of our pack. Er-His own pack. They all stopped talking to me."

"That sounds rough, bud," Boston walked over and sat down next to him. It was only then that Stiles realized he was standing in Beacon Hills high school, except it looked different, like it was what they remembered it to look like. With prom decorations set up and music lightly playing between static over the speakers.

"Yeah, I don't mean to-" he gestured to the place, "stop your prom. I was just looking around."

"Oh it's alright, we have all of forever to dance. I just wish we could have done it when we had the chance. One last chance for a dance. Doesn't that sound fun? Hun?" Boston rhymed and spun Tanya around when she got close enough to the table. She giggled, "I'm Boston, and this is Tanya."

"What would you guys say if I told you I could bring you back?"