** yes that is allison in the gif, yes she is in this chapter, you're welcome. **

Am I actually doing this? Why am I leaving the hospital when I clearly need to stay? Who cares if Stiles and I got into a fight, how am I supposed to leave Scott behind? I have a timer set on my watch, he's got 22 minutes left before he dies. I can't just leave the building and sit at home watching the countdown, now knowing if he's going to make it or not.

For some reason, I ended up going out one of the emergency exits. It was probably my subconscious telling me that my mom was sitting out front with Noshiko and I didn't want them to see me, so it led me in another direction. Just as I pulled the door open, the power in the building shut off. I turned around as the backup generators kicked on and only a few lights in the hall flickered back to life.

If this isn't Deja Vu I don't know what is.

I swallowed thickly and reached for my cell phone, but yet again I found out that I didn't have it. I don't know why I didn't pick it up off the floor at my house. I understand that I was having an emotional breakdown, but why could't I have thought to grab my damn cell phone. Okay, I can do this... I just need to get a hold of someone. Preferably anyone but Stiles, but it looks like he's going to have to be the one I get a hold of because he's the closest.

My feet began to carry me bad towards the patient room that he had been in, but I stopped three steps into my advance because a sharp pain cracked through my skull. My ears were ringing and the ringing was being drowned out by screaming. My hands flew up to my ears, covering them to attempt to protect them from the sounds but it wasn't working. My eyes squeezed shut as I whimpered out in pain, not wanting to scream and cause a scene because there were still people in the hospital.

I know what this means, I've felt it before and God knows I can't forget a pain like this.

The Berserkers are here, which means Kate isn't too far behind.

Is she The Benefactor? Or, is she here to try and claim Scott's body to present to The Benefactor so she can take the money? Both of which are extremely viable option in my opinion.

My insides felt like they were being ripped apart and I winced as I pushed myself up into a standing position. I don't think that anyone knows that Kate is here, I need to tell them. Oh God, what if that's who turned the power off? What if there are Berserkers on the roof with Kira and Liam? I don't know what to do. I was hoping that with me being part wolf now that the pain wouldn't be as bad, but as usual when it comes to my abilities I was wrong.

I pulled my hands away from my ears, and found they were covered in blood. My ears are actually bleeding. Okay, just calm down Kasey. I need to find Stiles or Kira or Liam. I took a deep breath and swallowed down the pain. My chest is burning, and I know that's because of Stiles and what he had said to me. I still can't believe he said that. He actually cursed at me and called me a bitch. He's never said that to me, ever.

"How's my little prodigy doing?"

I spun around and nearly slipped and fell on the floor as I caught sight of Kate. She smirked viciously as I took a step back, not knowing if I had the capability to defend myself against her and the Berserkers. I more than likely don't, but we'll see.

My eyes narrowed slightly, "Not so hot at the moment, thanks for asking though."

"Hmm," she hummed as she took a threatening step towards me, "so sorry to hear about, Scott. You must be just devastated."

I cleared my throat as a whimper attempted to escape due to the pain in my head, "Something like that, yeah."

Kate chuckled, "Where's his body, Kasey? Tell me and I'll let you live, sound like a deal?"

"No. No deal, Howie." I snapped sarcastically, my hands latching onto a door handle for support. Kate was getting too close for comfort and I had no idea where to go to get away from her. As long as the Berserkers are here, they're going to be causing too many problems with my Admonere abilities for me to be able to function properly.

She sighed dramatically, "I really don't want to have to ask you again, Kasey."

"I'll save you the trouble then, the answer is still gonna be no." I responded evenly.

Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, "I'm going to go and get his body, and once I find him... I'm coming for you next doll face. Try not to wander too far."

Before I could respond, she was gone and I was left sliding to the ground as my knees buckled beneath me. I felt like I was completely falling apart. The only way to describe the noise I hear is that it sounds like radio static. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to fight through the pain. I don't know why the Berserkers trigger my ability so much, but it's worse than the Nogitsune. I could still feel the blood trickling down the side of my neck from my ears.

"Kasey?"

I hesitantly opened my eyes and saw Allison standing in front of me. My stomach dropped and I scooted back farther against the wall. How in the holy hell is Allison Argent standing in front of me? She's dead. I watched her die-- hell, I killed her.

"This isn't real, Kasey. Just wake up." I mumbled to myself, placing my hands over my ears and squeezing my eyes shut again.

This really is Deja Vu.

I thought the nightmares and hallucinations were done. I thought that once the Nogitsune was killed, then I would slowly heal and get back to normal. These past few days have proved otherwise. I'm hallucinating my brothers dead ex girlfriend. That sounds like the opposite of healing to me.

"You kind of can't run away from something that's in your head." Allison dead-panned, her voice bouncing around in my skull.

She was right, how the hell am I supposed to hide from something that's inside of me?

I opened my eyes and now we were in the courtyard of Oak Creek. Where I had murdered her, oh what kind of fresh hell is this? I can't go through this again. I can't get trapped in my head and lose the ability of knowing what's real and what isn't. I barely survived the first time, I know for sure I won't make it out alive a second time.

"What is this?" I asked fearfully, glancing at her with wide eyes.

She looked so healthy. Her hair was perfectly styled, wavy with her brown eyes popping due to her smoky eye makeup. She was wearing the same outfit she had been in when she died, and I felt my heart drop as I glanced at my outfit. I was wearing what I had been the night I killed her. What is going on? I don't like this whatsoever.

Allison smiled faintly, "You blame yourself for my death... and it's killing you. It's not your fault."

"How is it not my fault?" I asked slowly, thinking that maybe this was the Nogitsune taking one last jab at me. I was waiting for the riddle or the catch or the wordplay. I knew it was coming, it had to be, because it was my fault. I only have myself to blame for her demise.

She gestured to the right and my eyes followed. I gasped as the scene from that night began to play out in front of me. This was the definition of odd. I could see my body hiding off to the side, watching the fight with a smirk on my face. Allison was standing beside me, but then she was in front of me with a katana piercing through her effortlessly.

It felt like the world had stopped as I watched everyone's reactions. I saw myself disappear with the Oni. I didn't get to see what happened next because I had left, but I can see it now. Scott seemed to appear out of nowhere and the look on his face was heartbreaking. Where the hell are Stiles and Lydia? Why is nobody paying attention to Isaac?

I had to look away the moment that Scott started crying. Allison cleared her throat to get my attention, "Did you do that to me?"

"Well, not exactly but--"

"No but's," she cut me off with an eye roll, "the Nogitsune had ordered the Oni to do that. You had no control over the situation, Kasey."

Our surroundings morphed into the school. We were now standing in the hallway as the final battle with the Nogitsune raged on. We had just caught the end of it, instead of watching Allison fall to the floor, now it was my turn to watch myself. Stiles rushed to my side, attempting to cradle my head in his lap as he brushed my hair out of my face. We both looked like we were on the verge of dying...

Allison sighed sadly, "This broke my heart the first time, seeing it again isn't any easier."

"What are you talking about?" I inquired, keeping my eyes focussed on Stiles and myself.

I could feel her eyes on me, "What do you mean? I was watching this all go down the first time. You know, from the other side."

"You can see us?" I gasped, pulling my attention away from Stiles and myself to face Allison.

She nodded, "Yeah. I check in on you guys all the time."

"That's how you know that your death has been affecting me..." I breathed out in realization. It all made sense.

I must be close enough to the brink of death that Allison is able to make contact with me. I'm not hallucinating, well I guess technically I am, but in a good way. Allison is just trying to help me get over her death so I can move on and worry about the present, rather than the past.

We were now in her bedroom, and she hopped onto her bed, patting the spot on the mattress beside her for me join her. I hesitantly climbed onto her bed and she pulled out a laptop. My eyes narrowed in confusion as she navigated through her documents before she pulled up a video. I couldn't fight the smile that grew on my face as she played a memory she had, back when her and Scott first started dating and he had just made first line. It was his first game, and she was thinking about him the entire time.

"What's this?" I asked curiously.

Allison grinned, "These are my memories. Oh, and I have some new ones... memories from over here on this side. It's cool, look."

She began to play another video, and it was of Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Malia and myself all in Mexico. We were in the jeep, talking about Allison and Kate. She had been listening to us then? I will admit, this is really cool that she is able to still be involved with everyone's lives, watching over us like a guardian angel.

I glanced at her oddly, "Have you done this to Scott or Lydia?"

"I can't," she sighed in defeat, "your ability makes it easier, because you have an open connection to me. It's still pretty hard, though. I was only able to get through this time because of how low your heart rate had gotten. I tried to get through to Scott, but I couldn't."

My ability can do all kinds of crazy things, but I definitely think that this makes the top of the list. I'm able to communicate with Allison if I'm on the brink of death? Totally insane.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asked quickly, shutting the laptop in a rush.

I nodded, "Sure."

"You're starting to heal and I'm gonna lose the connection soon. Can you hug my dad for me? I think I can stay long enough for him to know it's me." she explained as she climbed off her bed.

I blinked rapidly, "What do you mean?"

"Just when you wake up, find my dad and I'll take over so I can hug him. Please?" she elaborated, a smile on her face.

I started coughing as my eyes shot open. I was looking up at Kira and Liam, and the sight scared the shit out of me. I let out a yelp and attempted to stand up. Scott was still laying on a slab in the morgue, and Chris was standing beside Stiles to my left. How the hell did I get in here?"

"You okay?" Liam asked fearfully, his eyes wide.

I cleared my throat and pushed myself up into a standing position, "Yeah. Hey, Chris?"

He quirked an eyebrow as I addressed him, "Yes?"

I held my arms open, "Your daughter requested that I give you a hug."

"What?" he whispered in disbelief.

I nodded once, "Just trust me?"

He didn't hesistate to pull me into a hug and I closed my eyes, connecting myself to him. I could feel Allison take over and she began talking to Chris in my head. Their voices were muffled and I wasn't quite sure what they were saying, but Chris' shoulders were shaking and he squeezed me tighter, so I had a feeling Allison had gotten through to him.

A surge of electricity went through me and I pulled out of the embrace. Chris' eyes were glassed over with unshed tears and he smiled at me, "Thank you, Kasey."

"Could you hear her?" I asked quickly.

He nodded, "I could hear her and see her and feel her and I really needed it."

I smiled, "I'm glad it worked.

"Okay, let's wake Scott up." Kira stated, cutting mine and Chris' conversation short. I glanced at her as she pressed the palms of her hands against my brother's chest.

Scott then jolted upright and began wheezing. I sighed in relief and rushed over to him. He wrapped his arms around me and let out a sigh, "Kasey, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I shouldn't have gone through with it."

"It's okay, as long as you're okay." I mumbled as I squeezed him tighter.

Scott sighed, "What happened? Did it work?"

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "No."

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I was currently laying in my bed, glancing up at the ceiling blankly. My chest was burning, not because of Allison or the fact that Scott died, or the fact that I got lied to again. It was burning because Stiles still hasn't spoken to me. He hasn't apologized or try to reconcile what he said. Which means that he more than likely meant every word.

A hopeless immature little girl with daddy issues.

Of all the things to bring up, it had to be my dad. He knows me better than anyone, which makes his words all the more dangerous. Stiles knew that my dad and the fear of abandonment has always weighed heavy on my mind and was always something that I was upset about. He knew that it would strike a chord and he was right, as usual.

My father and I are trying to move past what happened, but Stiles' words just brought all the hurt and anger right back up to the surface.

I hate him for it, because I have been working so damn hard to forgive my father and Stiles ruined it within .5 seconds.

I let out a sigh and rolled over in my bed, and let out a shriek as I caught sight of Malia standing beside my bed. I nearly rolled off the bed as I tried to sit up and calm down my now racing heart. My bedroom window had been open, so I assume that's how she got in... but why is she here?

I swallowed nervously, "Uh, hey..."

"Hi." she responded flatly.

What am I supposed to say to her? I had no idea about the whole Peter thing, and even though it makes me hate that bastard even more, because he infiltrated my life once again and tainted someone that I care about, I don't want her to think that it changes anything between us. She's still my friend, regardless of her piece of shit father who happened to ruin my life.

My eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Did you talk to Stiles?"

"Yeah, he told me that you two are estranged... whatever that means." she said with a shrug, folding her arms over her chest.

I nodded once, "Is that why you're here?"

"Not really. I do want to know why you are fighting, but I also want to know if you lied to me, too." she explained, void of emotion.

I sighed, "Malia, I swear I had no idea. Scott and Stiles thought that I would hate you and sabotage you if I knew that Peter was your father, they hadn't told me either."

"Yeah, he told me that you were the president of the I Hate Peter fan club." Malia added, and instantly my blood pressure spiked.

I stood from my bed and took a step towards her, "You talked to him?"

"Yeah," she responded as she shot me a look of arrogance and rebelliousness.

Once again, my eyes narrowed, "Why?"

"He said he will help me find my mother. I figured, anything he can give me will help." she shrugged.

I shook my head from side to side, "No. Just, no. Don't talk to him, Malia. He's going to manipulate you like he does everybody and he's going to try and turn you against us. That's what he does, he may be your dad but he's just, evil."

She scoffed, "He told me you would say that."

"SEE!" I shrieked wildly, "He's already getting into your head, Malia!"

Malia let out an even breath, "He's not manipulating me. You know, maybe you're manipulating me into not seeing him."

"Are you serious," I breathed out in frustration, "Malia, are you really going to instill all of your trust in him just because he's your biological father?"

Malia was silent and I was some next level angry. It's bad enough that she's actually giving him the time of day, but now she's entertaining the idea that I'm the bad guy? She doesn't know shit about her precious little father, all of the terrible and shitty things that he's done to us over the years. And she's trying to tell me that I'm manipulating her? Seriously?

"I'm not going to tell you again," I snapped feverishly, "Peter is the bad guy here, not me."

"Does that mean I'm a bad guy, too?" she retaliated with more volume than I had used.

The temperature in the room was rising as I began to get beyond aggravated with this conversation. I was not in the mood to argue about Peter, nor am I in the mood to explain to Malia the things that her father has done to earn the title Satan in a V-neck. Why can't she just trust me? I didn't lie to her, I've never lied to her.

"Being a bad guy doesn't run in a family," I seethed.

Malia smirked, "Well, maybe it does in mine."

I didn't even bother to yell at her for storming out of my bedroom. I didn't bother to slam the door after she left. I didn't bother to try and call Stiles to tell him that Malia was now Peter's little were coyote puppet. I didn't bother to hide the fact that I began to cry, nor did I bother to give a shit that Scott and Kira could hear me in the other room.

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so sorry that it's pretty short. this episode was hard to cut in half and i tried to add as much of my own material in as i could. i hope you liked the chapter, and don't worry stasey will have more scenes coming up. i'm kind of excited to see how this whole possible breakup storyline will play into the plot of season five with stiles, scott and theo. i really just want to get this done already. eight more chapters left, i'm getting close.

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