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Stiles' POV.

I watch as my dad falls to the ground with blood spilling from his stomach and chest.  I run over to him as fast as my ghostly body can allow me.  I grab his hand in mine.  And soon realize I can feel him.

"No! No! NO!! Dad, come on! Please!" I yell.  I can hear everything stop, everyone's attention is on my dad, except for Lydia, her eyes are on me. I soon feel a comforting hand rest on my shoulder, "I am so sorry." I turn to see Lydia in tears, "It's not your fault." I tell her, "it's mine."

Just then Scott charges at fake me, or Donovan, and tackled him to the ground.  Everyone's attention now set on them.

"Isaac, Allison, I need you guys to get the Sheriff to the hospital, Okay?" Derek asks, which causes them to nod.

Scott grabs Donovan and throws him into a tree, knocking him unconscious.

"OH! I'm gonna feel that!" I yell.  "Not the time for jokes Stiles!" Lydia yells at me. "Who said I was joking?!"

"Scott! Take him to the nemeton!" Derek yells.  "What about you!?" Scott asks, "Don't worry about me! Just GO!"

Scott looks back, but soon grabs my body and runs to the woods.

Me and Lydia follow not far behind him as he sets my body on the nemeton.

"Now what?!" He turns to Lydia, "Now, you leave." Lydia tells him.

"I'm not leaving!!" He yells. "Do you want to die?!" She asks with anger.

He hesitates but soon leaves.  "Now what?" I ask her, she turns to me, and smiles. She grabs a knife from her pocket, and my eyes widen.

"Why do you have a knife?!" I ask her.  "Look, Stiles, I know you're not going to like this but I need you back okay?" She says, "Lydia? What the hell are you doing?!?" I ask her.

She looks to the ground and a tear escapes her eye.  She looks up to me and says, "What I have to." My eyes are glazed with tears and they slowly travel down my face, leaving salty patterns on my cheeks.

"Lydia! Don't!" I yell at her.  She shakes her head from side to side.

"Stiles, listen, we don't have much time, okay? I just want you to know that if I don't make it, I love you, and it's not your fault.  Okay? I love you Stiles Stilinski.  And you need to promise that if I don't come back, that years from now, you'll remember me.  Promise you'll remember me??" I cry harder with every word that escapes her lips, "Lydia, no." I tell her. "Listen to me Stiles! You need to promise that you'll remember me, okay?" She takes a breath in, "Remember I love you." She says, "I love you too." I tell her.

Just then she jabs the knife in her stomach, and releases the loudest scream I have ever heard.

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Derek's POV.

I'm on the ground with Aiden on top of me. "It looks like you could use a little help." I turn my head to the right and see Liam, Chris, Deaton, and Scott.  I smile at the sight, before Scott comes charging towards me, and tackles Aiden to the ground.

I get up ready to fight Isaac's dad who stands in front of me, when we all hear a scream come from the woods.  I look back to Isaac's dad, when he suddenly turns to dust.

They all turn to dust.  I turn to Deaton with curiosity in my eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but Scott beats me to it.

"What just happened?!" Scott asks. "Lydia restored the balance between life and death." Deaton whispers.

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Stiles' POV.

Lydia grabs my arm tightly, my eyes close and I can see everything.  When my mom died to when the Nogitsune took over, and now.  I saw my whole life.

I open my eyes to see the night sky above me. "Stiles?!" I hear I sit up and look around until I finally find Derek, Scott, Deaton, Chris and Liam, running to me.

I then see Lydia about to collapse to the ground, but I catch her before she can.

They finally reach us and I tell Deaton to help her.  He gets to work and starts  bandaging her up.

I then hug Derek only to get a sharp pain rush through my body.  I fall to the ground and scream in pain.

"What's happening to him?!" Scott asks with concern, turning to Deaton.

"His soul is expelling Donovan." I hear him say, but it's muffled.

I sit up fast, with heavy breaths of pain. As I watch black smoke fall from my body, and slowly sink into the ground.

I stand up, still looking at the ground. "Stiles??" Derek asks, "Y-you know? It's almost Thanksgiving! We need to start planning the dinner!" I tell him, with a smirk.

"Oh, thank god!" I hear Lydia breath out, followed by a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we need to get you to the hospital.  And I need to see my dad." I tell them.

"No, you aren't going anywhere except bed.  You need rest, Stiles." Deaton says.

"I'm fine." I tell him, "Yup it's Stiles!" Scott smiles. "How did you get that from 'I'm fine.'?" Deaton asks, putting his stuff away, as Scott picks Lydia up off of the ground.

"Because only Stiles can come back from the dead and say he's fine." Scott explains.

I turn to Derek and he puts his hands up, "Look, I agree with them, you need rest."

I roll my eyes and we walk back to the car.

And leave for the hospital.

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A/N

Happy Thanksgiving!! I hope you have a great day! I'm gonna stuff my face! Yaayy!!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.  Gotta hop, byee!!