How to build better friends

How to bring the dead back to life

Stiles heard his phone buzz off to the side and it suddenly hit him how crazy this night was going to be. He nabbed his phone and saw it was Peter asking where the hell he was. 11:20 and all the preparations still needed to be done before the spell. Stiles quickly shot him a text telling him he was on his way.

"Are you leaving?" Derek asked from around the corner from his makeshift kitchen.

"Yes, unfortunately..."

"Well, do you-I mean, will you come back here?" The man leaned over the counter, distracting Stiles for a moment while watched his bare muscles move.

"Yeah, I think that I will be here in the near future, actually," he watched as a smile grew on Derek's face. The alpha moved around the island and then gave him a long hard kiss.

"You are welcome here, anytime," his words made Stiles blush.

"Derek," Stiles tried to harden his expression, "I'm going to be doing something, tonight. I want you to know that I'm going to do my best to help you."

"You look a little scared, is everything okay?"

"Everything is going to be fine," he seemed pleased with the answer but Stiles couldn't decipher what the look on his face meant. Stiles left the loft feeling happier than he had felt in a long time. It wasn't until he got to the Hale house that things started to feel out of control again. Lydia was already there with Isaac talking with Peter looking incredibly pissed off. Isaac shot a look towards him that was like straight ice.

"Stiles! Did you know Peter was going to be here?" Lydia asked as if she already knew the answer. Isaac's eyes were like the sun and he wasn't looking away from Stiles.

"Yes," he admitted and she gave a heavy sigh before turning to Isaac, "Please, don't leave. I need you here for a spell tonight."

"Stiles, had I come alone, Peter-"

"Wouldn't have done anything because we need you," he replied looking past her to the psychotic man behind her, "Alive."

"I wasn't going to hurt her."

"But you threatened to kill her..."

"But then we wouldn't be able to get this done like you said-"

"You brought her here when Peter threatened to kill her?" Isaac growled.

"Hey! He also threatened to kill me, have you even told them what we are doing?"

"Of course not," Peter smoothly grinned, "Why waste the surprise?"

"Lydia, it's a long story, but we need you to talk to someone," Stiles rolled his eyes away from Peter.

"Stiles, you know it doesn't work like that, I can't just force it," Lydia took Isaac's hand.

"Stiles, you have got to be more creative with supernatural powers, it says here," Peter opened the journal, "A banshee's scream can drown out the noise of both the outside and underworld. So, all she has to do is scream and drown out everyone except Meredith Walker."

"Meredith Walker?" The banshee raised a brow to the older man.

"We are going to channel Meredith Walker. I know Peter being here is not... ideal, but he's the best at being in people's minds. You don't have to say yes, you can leave if you want." She gave the warlock one hard look and exchanged a couple of glances with both Peter and Isaac.

"I'll do it, but not before you tell me what you plan on doing with Meredith Walker."

"She has all of Peter's emotions from the fire, we need that energy."