Dear Juliet | S. Stilinski (editing)

De-Void

I saw Ethan and Scott carrying in Stiles into the house.

"The couch, put him on the couch." Deaton told him. They slowly set Stiles on the couch.

"Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital." My mom bit her nails.

"Mom, remember what happened last time he went to the hospital?" I told her. Deaton lifted up Stiles shirt and I saw a cut.

"It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing."

"You mean healing like we heal?" Aiden hissed.

"That's good, right?" Scott told Deaton.

"For him, yes. Us? I'm not so sure." Lydia stood next to Demetri and me. My mom has called Stilinski but he kept hanging up.

"Well, if we're not going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?" Isaiah suggested.

"I might have something more effective." Deaton pulls out something from his bag. He pulls out a jar, Scott and Aiden went to open Stiles mouth so Deaton can put it in. As Deaton poured the liquid in his mouth, Stiles opened his eyes, he grabs onto Aiden . And chokes him.

"Get him off me! Get him off me!" Aiden repeated. Demetri and Scott helps, Stiles ten lets go.

"Kanima venom. Nice touch." He laughs. Aiden then growled at Stiles "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it. Okay, I'll give a little hint. Ethan's at the school." We looked at Aiden.

"Go." I told him. Stiles laughs as he leaves.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins. Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions." Then he looked at us. "They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day."

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body. You got anything for his mouth?" My mom suggested.

"Yes, I do." He pulls out tape and covers his mouth. Stiles screams and we all walked away. We went to kitchen and talked

"How much longer do you think we have?" I told Deaton.

"I wish I knew. But if we don't figure out something soon, we're going to need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand." We all looked at back Stiles.

"But the scroll said to change his body." Scott looked at Deaton.

"That's if I translated it correctly. We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor."

"And what if he doesn't want it? He's never asked to be a werewolf." I informed him.

"What if it saves his life?" Demetri told me.

"What if it kills him?" Lydia told him.

"I've never done this before. I mean, what if I bite him and accidentally hit an artery or something?" Scott freaked out.

"The venom is not going to last long. Something needs to be done sooner than later."

"I can try calling Derek again." I spoke and grabbed my phone.

"Maybe we should call someone else." Lydia suggested.

"Oh no." Minutes later, the door bell rang. Isaiah opens the door and Peter was right there. Peter had looked at Stiles.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf."

"You don't think it would work?" I let out.

"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle."

"What kind of methods?" Scott asked Peter. Peter grabs Scotts hand and brought out his claws.

"We're going to get into his head." I pulled Scott aside.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I mean, if it works yes." He looks at Stiles. "Can you do it?" He looked at me.

"She can't do it." Peter approach to us.

"Why not?" I growled at him.

"You're stronger. You can actually kill him or any kind of creature out there since you are so rare." I sighed.

"Fine."

"So, do we have a plan?" Deaton said as we turned back to the group.

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

"What do you mean?"

"Somebody needs to go in with you." Peter slowly turns his head at Lydia. Lydia sat down next to Stiles and Scott stood behind the two.

"So what do we do if we find him?"

"You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body." Peter explains.

"Could you elaborate on the "somehow"? It's not feeling very specific at the moment."

"Improvise."

"Wait. What if this is just another trick?" I blurted out.

"When are you people going to start trusting me?" Peter moaned out.

"I meant him." I pointed at Stiles.

"Oh."

"Scott, we're running out of time." Deaton said. Scott took a deep breath and clawed the both of them. We wait and waited until we heard gasping. It been 3 hours.

"Did it work? Did it work?" Scott gasps out.

"What happened? Why didn't it work?" Lydia said just as Peter took her to the kitchen.

"Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural. I did my part. Now give me the name." Peter mentioned to Lydia.

"What name?" Isaiah growled at him.

"What are you talking about?" I mumbled.

"Lydia, a deal is a deal. Even with me." Peter shook her.

"Malia." Lydia whispers. Stiles woke up and started to choke on something. Scott and I held my mom back. Stiles started to pull out bandages out of his mouth. I stood there wanting to throw up. Black smoke appeared, a arm came out of the bandages. I gasped. It was a person coming out. It almost hit my mom.

"Hold him." Peter said. Peter, Scott and the Hastings grabbed the man from the bandages and held him down on the couch.

"I'm trying." I heard Demetri say.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Scott started to unwrap the bandages of its face. It was Stiles.

"Scott?" He said. I turned to the door it was opened. And so was Lydia and the other Stiles.

"Scott." I mentioned. Scott looked around.

"Where are they? Where are they?" We shrugged our shoulders. Scott then ran outside. "Lydia! Lydia! Lydia!"