Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Memory Found Pt 2

Malia gave herself a tour of the bunker, looking at the knick-knacks while Lydia and I watched Scott. The window of the chamber grew ice, and I worried about him getting too cold.

"What if it's not enough to remember him? What if it's some kind of connection he's supposed to make because of a memory?" Malia asked, holding a small block of silver in her hand.

"Like an emotional connection?" I asked. That must've been why it worked for Sheriff. He was remembering his son, he made that connection. Maybe that's what Scott had to do. Something popped into my head, and I whizzed around, looking at Scott even though he wasn't looking back. "Hey, Scotty, listen. At the beginning of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for us to live after graduation. Do you remember that? We were getting an apartment together. You remember Malia told us it wasn't always a good idea to live with your friends. But Stiles said it wouldn't matter because we weren't just friends. We were more like family."

Scott's face showed a hint of recognition like he was looking at something he'd long forgotten, and I quieted so he could discover it. "...you're not no one. You're someone, you're my best friend...our brother...gunna do this...have to take us with you."

The chamber let off a loud alarm, telling us the body inside was dying. I ripped opened the door as fast as I could, not caring that it would pull Scott out of his trance. Scott fell into me then brought me down to my knees with his weight, and I held him tightly.

"What's wrong? Why'd you bring me out?" he panted angrily, his frame quaking.

"Your heart rate dropped! You were going to die," Lydia defended.

"We had to," Malia told him. I forced the thought from my mind that we'd almost killed him and focused on warming him up.

"But then nothing happened, did it? It didn't work." He looked longingly at the chamber, and I frowned.

"It worked, Scott," I said reassuringly. "You just don't remember. We need to find out how to remember."

"I'm going back in," Scott said, standing up.

I grabbed his arm. "No, you're not."

"It was working. Something was happening. I could feel it."

"You won't survive another time. You're still too cold."

Scott looked at his trembling hands. "We can't give up now."

"We're not. It's my turn." Malia stripped out of her shirt. "I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too."

"It's too dangerous," Lydia said.

"Not as dangerous as doing nothing," Scott replied. "She'll probably handle the cold better than me."

Lydia rolled her eyes as Malia said, "If it's all about connection, then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time."

"She'll need a visual," I said, looking at Lydia in hopes that she would agree to help.

She pursed her lips but didn't say no. "Okay. I have an idea. But Malia, if your heart rate goes down like Scott's or if we think you're going to freeze to death-."

"Then get me the hell out of there," Malia finished. She stepped into the open chamber and Lydia closed and locked the door. The smoke appeared around Malia as it had Scott, and she easily fell into a shivering trance.

"Can you see yourself in the school library?" Lydia asked.

"Here...library."

"Can you see the books? Concentrate on them. The books on the shelves are your memories. Everything that's ever happened to you. Find the shelf that has all your memories of Stiles. Try to find a memory where you made some kind of connection with him. Did you find something?"