Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Memory Found Pt 3

"As you relax, imagine you're sitting in front of a TV."

I opened my eyes to find myself sitting on the couch at home. Melissa and Scott weren't there, so I was alone. The TV was off but the remote was sitting on the table in front of me. Lydia's voice echoed around the room peacefully.

"When you turn the TV on, it's going to play memories from your life."

"Scott?" I said, wanting to be sure that if the need came, I could hear him. My voice was clear in this room, but I was sure that I was mumbling just like Scott and Malia had.

"I'm here. Do you see the remote?" Scott replied, his deep voice rumbling like a dream around me.

"I see it."

"The remote gives you total control. You can play any memory you want," Lydia said. "All you have to do is hit the button."

My brows pinched together as I grabbed the remote, flicking the TV on. The voices that came were immediate. "I'm in love with a nutjob." On the TV, Stiles rolled his eyes. This happened a long time ago, considering his hair was buzzed and he was much thinner than I remembered him being in my dreams. I leaned forward, but I didn't feel good about what he was saying. I felt jealousy and annoyance.

"Try to find a memory with Stiles. A memory where you felt a connection with him," Lydia said.

I pressed another button on the remote, and the memory changed. On the screen, I was laying in a hospital bed. Stiles was in the room, too, but he was pacing the floor and scratching at his head and cursing out loud.

By the time I woke up, Stiles was sitting next to me, my hand in his. He smiled sadly and said, "I told you to stay put." The scene played out, Stiles' anger at Scott for killing me, the desperation and sadness he felt when he thought I'd died for good. Even with all that emotion, it didn't feel like the right memory.

I moved on to the next channel, and I felt anger and hurt. I watched Stiles chase after me down the hallway.

"Y/N! Wait!"

"We'll be late for class," I said, backing away from him. I spun on my heels and ran away. Stiles ran after me, pulling me into an empty classroom. I started to say something to him, but he interrupted me with a kiss. I gasped, watching myself and Stiles kiss with a love that surprised me.

"What I was going to tell you..." He said, his lips parting from mine. "Was that I like you, too." A smile spread across my face, but it still didn't spark some epiphany in me, so I clicked onwards.

"Find another memory. Keep looking."

I flicked through numerous channels. One showed me the first time Stiles and I had sex, another was his panic attack in the locker room and in the bathroom. I even saw the day that I went shopping for Stiles' birthday present. It was a few months too early, but I had been so excited to get him a gift and plan a party for him that it hadn't mattered. I saw Stiles there with me the second time I died.

Then all of the channels became infested with Malia. She was everywhere, in his arms, in his bed, on his lips. I remembered how awful I'd felt. I remembered how through the entire time that I'd been living on the streets, all I wanted was to be in Stiles' arms again. The time when we were all sick in the vault flashed onto the screen. I couldn't think of a better time to have been curled in his arms, but that position was filled with Malia. The anger I felt towards her was always shoved so far down that I was able to hide it. That is, up until I poured my feelings out to Stiles and he still chose her over me.

All the anger and fights I had with Stiles were on the screen, and I was beginning to wonder how we still loved each other.

"Y/N, slow down. You're going too fast," Scott said, his worried voice echoing through the room. I was on the edge of the couch, flicking through the channels faster than my mind could comprehend. All the information came flooding back and it was starting to hurt.