Insomnia: A Teen Wolf fanfic

*Healers

Stiles looked to us to see if we were okay before he rushed out after Ethan. Allison followed suit and I lookd to Lydia who seemed frozen in place. "You okay," I asked. She shook her head as if rebooting and nodded silently. I found the room's bible and opened it up. I started to flip through it starting from the back. Lydia was right a couple had shot themseves in this room. "What? Did you find something," Lydia asked. "You were right. A couple shot themselves in this room," I said taking the article and handing it to her. "I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse," she admitted. "Come on let's go catch up with Stiles and Allison," I said taking her arm. Lydia went ahead as I tried to fix the door. "I'll catch up just text me," I said as she left. After it looked mostly like it did before I started walking where Lydia had headed. Bubbling noises caught my ears and I walked to the door knocking on it. I could smell Isaac's and Boyd's scents through the door. "Isaac? Boyd," I called through the door. The whiff of terror hit me and I turned the knob to find it unlocked. "Isaac? Boyd," I called again, feeling worry creep in. I walked to the bathroom hearing the bubbles stop.

Boyd was in the full tub under a safe. "Oh shit," I muttered and started to reach around for the drain plug. It was blocked. "Angie," Stiles called confused. "It's blocked help me try to lift this," I instructed. Lydia looked terrified. She probably heard it. Stiles and I pulled with everything we had. I couldn't get it to budge more than an inch. "What the hell? My strength is down," I thought aloud. Stiles stumbled back and cursed under his breath. I looked to him seeing he had bounced off the radiator. "Heat," he said suddenly, "It's heat! Burning himself on the heater is what brought Ethan back!" "He's under water," Lydia snapped motioning to Boyd. "The flares! The bus flares! They have their own oxidizers," I remembered. "They can burn under water," Lydia lit up. "Are you sure," Stiles questioned. "Yes run," Lydia said before joining me in trying ti lift the safe. The more I pulled the more drained I felt. I leaned against the wall to catch my breath. A headache was starting to creep against my temples. Stiles ran back in and Lydia frantically explaining how the caps work like matches. As soon as he stuck Boyd with the lit flare the safe flew off and Boyd roared to life. I sighed in relief sitting against the wall as Stiles went to look for Isaac. Boyd offered a hand up and I took it. "You okay," he questioned. I nodded quietly.

We found Allison as we stepped back out of the room. "Scott isn't in your room," Allison shared. "Then where-," I muttered cutting myself off. Gasoline came at me in strong waves. I picked up my pace with a million concerns rushing through my mind but none prepared me for what I saw when I reached the source. Scott was in the middle of the courtyard. Doused in gasoline, he stood holding a flare. "Scott," I cracked out confused. "There's no hope," he said as if it would be an explanation. "What are you talking about? Scott, there's alway hope," Allison said cautiously. It didn't feel real. My feet were frozen but I wanted to run over, to hug him. I couldn't move. 

"Not for me. Not for Derek," Scott started. "That was not your fault. Derek was not your fault," Allison said. My mouth felt glued shut as I could rehear the same conversation between me and Dillon about the pack members we lost. I had been on that same ledge. So why can't I do anything? Why won't my brain work? I should know how to fix this. No. It's not the same. This isn't Scott. All night the werewolves have been puppeted around by something, or someone. I didn't recognize my own voice through how calm it was as I finally managed to find some words, "Scott this isn't you. This is someone else using your heart against you." "But what if it is me? Every time I try to fight back people get hurt," Scott said almost in tears. "More people would have gotten hurt if you didn't fight back," I countered.

Scott shook his head looking between us before locking eyes with Stiles. "Remember before all of this? We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We were nobodies. Maybe it's time I go back to being nobody. No one at all," Scott said looking back to the flare lighting it. Allison grabbed me as I tried to step forwards. My heart stopped as I watched Stiles step into the pooling puddle of gasoline. "Scott, you are my best friend. You're my brother man. If you're serious about this you're going to have to take me with you," Stiles said placing a hand around the flare. I held tightly onto Allison's hand. Scott's grip loosened and Stiles took the flare throwing it away from the gas. I sighed in relief, releasing Allison's hand. I looked back to it as Lydia shouted, "NO!" Allison and Lydia jumped forwards and pushed my arms forward to boost them across to safety. I quickly compressed my hands and crouched in attempt to make a field around the fire. I could hear Stiles call my name through the roar of the fire. My hands burned as I pressed them around an invisible dome. The fire was snuffed out.