In Another Life

She Went Into His Head

(This takes place under the pretense that Vic went with Scott into the nogitsune's mind instead of Lydia. Enjoy)

"So do we have a plan?" Deaton asked.

"Scott is going to dig through pale and sickly evil Stiles's mind and unearth pale and sickly real Stiles," Peter said. "Then he's going to guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"Someone needs to go in with you," Peter explained. "Someone who has a connection to him." Everyone in the room looked in Lydia and Vic's direction, even the nogitsune. Lydia looked at Vic, while Vic looked at the older girl.

"Me?" Lydia asked.

"Yes, you," Vic said.

"You're his sister," Lydia protested.

"You've been his crush for almost eight years," Vic whispered in the girl's ear.

"You live with him," Lydia challenged.

"You were his emotional anchor when he was a sacrifice," Vic countered. "I could do this all day Lyds."

Lydia huffed through her nose. "Well what do you suggest?"

Vic slammed her fist down on her open fist.

"Seriously?" Lydia asked, expaserated.

"Loser goes in his head," Vic shrugged. "I don't see a problem with this."

Lydia took a breath. She slammed her fist down on her palm as well. The girls shook their fists three time before they played. Lydia played scissors. Vic chose paper.

"Damn it," she muttered. She walked around the back of the couch and sat down on the other side of it from the fox. She let her hair out of its ponytail and pulled it to the side so Scott could have access to her neck. She kept her eyes forward. She shivered slightly when his claws brushed against her skin.

"Stay still," Peter told her.

"Easy for you to say," she muttered.

"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott asked.

"You're gonna have to guide him out somehow," Peter said. He moved to Scott's other side and adjusted the alpha's claws on Lydia's neck. "Try to give him back control of his mind, his body."

"Could you elaborate on the somehow?" Lydia requested. She paced back and forth along the side of couch, watching the three. "It's not feeling very specific at the moment."

Peter shrugged. "Improvise," he said, stepping back.

"What if it's just another trick?" Scott wondered.

"When are you people gonna start trusting me?" Peter asked no one in particular.

"I think he meant the nogitsune, the actual trickster spirit," Vic retorted.

"Oh," was his only response.

"And I'm pretty sure the trust was used up when you went on that giant killing spree." Vic got a glare for her answer but she didn't care.

"Scott, we're running out of time," Deaton pointed out.

Scott took a breath and closed his eyes. Vic couldn't help as she gripped her necklace in her hand. Then, she felt the claws plunge into her neck. There was no other word for it. They dug into her head, tapped her spinal cord. It was like being thrown from the room, one minute she was there, sitting on the couch. Then there were colours, the floor shook, she thought her eyes glowed for a moment.