"You saw a carousel?" Malia questioned.

"And a big sign that said Canaan and people disappearing in clouds of smoke," Lydia listed of the things she saw in her dream.

"Do you ever have nice dreams?" Malia asked, not looking away from her computer screen.

"We need to go to Canaan," Lydia stated.

"It will be helpful if we knew anything about this place. I keep calling the number for City Hall, and no one answers. The only map I can find it on is 30 years old." Malia unfolded the map and showed us. "So far the only thing I know about Canaan is where it is."

I let out an annoyed sigh and stood up from the table in the library. I scooped the map in my hands and folded it back up. "That's all we need to know."

***

"I can't go with you guys," I told Scott over the phone.

"What do you mean you can't come with us?" He asked.

"To Canaan, I can't." I looked at Melissa over my shoulder who was tending to Argent.

"What's wrong?"

"Your mom said that the supernatural toxin from the Ghost Rider's whip is spreading through Argent's body and there's nothing a doctor can do," I explained to him. "I have to help him."

"It's okay, we understand," I could hear the truth in Scott's voice. "We'll keep you updated."

"And I'll do the same to you. Please be safe," I told him.

"Don't worry about us, we'll be fine."

"It's just... I already lost Stiles. I can't lose any of you guys too," I bit my nails nervously.

"I know," Scott said sincerely. "The same to you. We're leaving now, I'll text you when we get there."

"Okay, bye." Scott said goodbye and hung up the phone.

I put my phone up and walked back to Argent's room, where Melissa had seated him in a wheelchair. I nodded, my way of telling her I was ready to go.

I followed her out of the room and to the elevators. I glanced over my shoulder and looked at the nurse at the front desk that was eyeing us.

"Uh, tell Dr. Geyer they wanted to do a few more tests before surgery," Melissa said to her. "If he even asks. He probably won't. But if he does ask, tell him that."

"And what are you doing, young lady?" The nurse called out to me once we stopped at the elevators, waiting to for the doors to open.

"He's my uncle, I wanted to be with him," I sent her a smile and placed a hand on Argent's shoulder. Before she could say anything else the elevator doors opened and we all got in.

***

He was getting worse, and what Melissa was doing, wasn't helping much.

"Please, let me help," I told Argent. He shook his head. He didn't want to use my blood unless it came to that. And it was sure getting close to that.

"I think we all know that this medication isn't going to work, either," Melissa put down a syringe and stood beside him. "But Brianna can help."

"She's supernatural," he whispered out of breath. "The components in her blood could mix in with the toxins and it could get worse."

"What could be worse now besides death? What do you have to lose?" I asked. I looked at Melissa and held my arm out. "Do it. He can thank me later."

"Melissa," Argent whispered.

She ignored him and picked up an unused syringe, sticking it in my arm. I know that she won't hesitate to use my blood now.

She extracted the blood and brought the needle to the IV. She looked at me and I nodded. She inhaled deeply before sticking the needle in and putting my blood into his IV.

His back arched up and he shot up straight, inhaling loudly. Then he fell back onto the bed, motionless.

"W-what happened?" I asked fearfully.

Melissa used her stethoscope and placed it to his chest, listening for a heartbeat. Her eyes widened but a second later she sighed in relief.

"He's alive," she breathed out. "Just unconscious." She opened his gown and peeled off the bandage and showed that the wound was healing.

"It worked," I said with a smile.

"Even seeing it so many times, it still fascinates me," Melissa told me.

"Believe me, me too."

We moved Argent back into his room and I stayed by his side all night. Just to make sure nothing else happened. I called Scott and told him the news and he informed me that they were almost back and he wants to meet at his house. Luckily for him, I was already on my way there because Liam texted me that he needed me there.

When I got to Scott's house I parked my car on the side of the road and let myself in.

"Liam, I'm here. What did you-" I stopped talking when I entered the kitchen, finding Liam, Hayden.... and Theo.

Rage coursed through my body. My jaw tightened and clenched my fists together.

"I see you're still mad about the stake," Theo smirked.

I threw the stuff in my hands to the ground and ran for him. Liam and Hayden both grabbed me and held me back.

"What the hell is he doing here?!" I screamed angrily.

"Calm down!" Liam yelled, still trying to hold me back.

"He tried to kill me! I almost died!"

I stopped moving when I heard multiple car doors shut outside. I shoved Hayden and Liam off of me and picked up my stuff. I'll just let Scott handle this... or Malia.

Scott entered through the front door. He stopped walking when he saw Theo standing there. His hands clenched in anger.

"Somehow I don't think we're going to hug this out," Theo mumbled.

"I hope you realize it's taking all of my strength to not tear you in half right now," Scott hissed.

Malia and Lydia then appeared through the back door I had came in. The second Malia saw Theo she growled.

"Hey, Malia. You aren't still upset about the whole shooting thing, are you?" Theo smiled sheepishly.

Malia looked at me and I nodded. Her eyes turned blue and he fangs and claws came out. She growled and attacked him. She got him down on the ground and punched him over and over again. His nose started bleeding and blood spat out of his mouth.

"Whoo! Get him girl!" I laughed and cheered her on. "That's my best friend!"

What? You gotta hype your friends up.

"It's okay, you don't have to stop," Theo whispered.

Malia extended her claws and his eyes widened in fear. "Trust me, I won't."

Scott ran up behind her and grabbed her wrist. "Malia, enough." Liam helped pull her off of him.

"Slow down, okay? He's going back in the ground," Scott told her.

"You can't!" Liam said quickly. "He remembers Stiles."

In a second I picked Theo up off the ground by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall. "Don't lie to us!"

"I'm not lying," Theo groaned out.

"Scott remembers Stiles," Malia said to Liam. "Brianna remembers him. Lydia and I remember Stiles. We don't need him."

"The Dread Doctors knew all about the Wild Hunt. He can help us," Liam told us.

"Or he could kill us," I gritted my teeth and pushed Theo further up the wall, to where his feet don't even touch the ground.

"He's my responsibility," Liam whispered. "Noshiko gave me the sword."

"Isn't it awkward when mom and dad fight?" Theo asked me.

"Shut up!" We all yelled at the same time.

"You both are right," Hayden told Liam and Scott. "If Theo tries anything we'll send him back to the Skinwalkers. But for right now..."

"He goes back now," Scott put his foot down.

"Except Liam's the one with the sword," Theo said.

"Shut up!" They yelled.

"Theo if you don't shut up I'll kill you right here, right now," I warned.

"Brianna, put him down," Scott told me.

I rolled my eyes and threw him to the ground. He groaned and sat up, leaning his back up against the wall. Liam and Scott walked away to talk in private.

Malia narrowed her eyes and Theo and began to walk over here but Hayden stood in her way.

"Malia..." she warned.

"Can you give me a second alone with Theo?" Malia asked her and I.

"Why?" Hayden asked.

"So I can kill him," she said in a 'duh' tone.

"Aw, I wanna kill him," I pouted. "Preferably sticking a wooden stake through his heart."

"Okay, look, I know there's mixed feelings all around," Theo started. "But I might be your only option to stop the Wild Hunt."

"Let's kill him," Malia looked at me, ignoring what he said.

Theo stood up quickly and back away. "I might be your only chance to help bring Stiles back!" Theo said fast so we wouldn't kill him.

"Don't say his name!" I yelled, hitting my fist angrily on the counter.

"You loved him, right? I remember that. I remember him loving you too. Anytime you were around him, his heart would beat so loudly. Even when you two were broken up. Ugh, and his chemo signals. So crazy. It was annoying," Theo shook his head.

I growled and took a step toward him but Liam jumped in front of me, shooting daggers at Theo.

He held the sword out to show him. "I can put you back in the ground at any time."

"You also need a transformer that can handle five billion joules of electricity. I know where you can find one. I can show you how it works. I'll tell you if Malia and Brianna promise not to kill me."

"They promise," Liam says.

"Uh, no!" I talked back. I looked back at Scott and asked, "We're really going to do this? Trust him?"

"You got a better idea?" Hayden asked me.

"I've got an idea," Malia said. "It may not be better. But at least it's not him." Malia sent one last glare to Theo before she left, dragging me along with her.

***

"He has 3rd degree burns over 90% of his body," Melissa explained to us. "I should be telling you to say your goodbyes."

"It's Peter. I don't need to say goodbyes," Malia said.

"Yeah, and I haven't really 'cared' for him in about a year. I think I'm good," I shrugged.

"I need you to fix him so we can find out what he knows about the Wild Hunt," Malia said.

I was staring up at the ceiling, barely listening to what she was saying. Malia nudged my shoulder bringing me back to reality.

"Oh you want me to fix him!" I said in a really dumb voice. "Right, of course me," I started walking to where Peter was, mumbling to myself but still loud enough for them to hear. "Because I have the magical healing blood and everyone's dying and I-" Malia tripped me from behind. I caught myself before I could fall.

"Shut up."

"This is Peter, do we have to save him?" I groaned.

"I can hear you," Peter said quietly. "I'm not dead yet."

Melissa unzipped the plastic wall that was surrounding him. It was made so no germs could get in and his burns would have a less chance to get infected.

"I think they put that there to protect me," he said.

"Ya think?" I replied sarcastically.

"Glad to see you're obeying hospital protocol," his eyes moved over to Melissa.

"Your daughter asked me to treat you," Melissa said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Well, she actually asked me. We just needed you to get in," I said truthfully.

Peter's eyes moved from Malia back to Melissa and he asked, "In exchange for what?"

"I help you, you help us," I told Peter.

"That's a bit open ended. What if I don't agree to your conditions?"

"We leave you for dead," Melissa smirked.

Peter rolled his eyes and sighed.

"So what exactly do you know about our kind?" Peter asked.

I laughed and handed Melissa the syringe of blood I had just drawn before we came in here.

"Did you forget about what my blood can do?"

Melissa smirked at me and stabbed the needle into his chest. Peter screamed in pain as she injected the blood. His body started convulsing and his mouth frothed up.

"Think it's working?" Malia asked.

"Should be. Looks painful enough," Melissa replied.

Peter's burnt skin started melting off as his body healed new layers one by one. Soon enough he was healed, clothed, and ready to walk out of the hospital. With the help of Malia and Melissa to walk.

We got into the elevator and I pressed the button to the first floor.

Peter turned to Melissa and said, "You know, we never did have that second date."

Melissa and Malia shared a look before they both had the same idea. I knew exactly what they were going to do so I moved over to the right. They let go of his arms and let him fall to the floor.

As we rode the elevator down my phone started to ring, Lydia's name popping up on the screen.

"Hey, Lyds. What's up?" I answered.

"I think I figured it out," she said rushed.

"Figured what out?"

"Okay, so I was thinking about the dead boy I met in Canaan, you know the one I told you about? He drowned in 1985 and his mom conjured him," she began.

"Where is this going?" I asked her.

"She conjured him to fill the void she felt after the Wild Hunt passed through Cannan. Brianna... What if Sheriff Stilinski is filling a void?"

Malia and I shared a look, she was obviously listening. Oh my gosh, it all makes sense now. Claudia had to of died from her illness, and Sheriff Stilinski is feeling the void of losing Stiles with her.

"It all makes sense now," I breathed out.

One word I had to describe what I just found out. And don't laugh at me for using this dumb word but... All I can think of is shook. I'm so shook right now.

"She had a fatal disease, but now she's fine? She says her jeep was stolen 18 years ago but it's Stiles's. Oh my gosh, Lydia! You should have seen the look on her face when I peeled back the wallpaper. She wasn't just angry. She was scared. Like she was protecting a secret," I ran my fingers through my hair.

Malia's eyes widened, the elevator doors finally opening. Damn that was a long ride.

"What if Claudia being here is preventing Sheriff Stilinski from remembering Stiles?" Malia asked, her faced closer to the phone so Lydia could hear her.

"If Claudia isn't real, who's going to tell him?" Lydia asked.

"I will. It has to be me," I replied.

"Are you sure you want to take that responsibility?" Malia asked me.

"Stiles is real and Sheriff needs to know that."

"Are you going to compel him?"

"No, of course not. It doesn't work like that. He needs to remember on his own. I can do it. I'll call you later, Lyds." I hung up the phone and followed Malia and Melissa out, who had already picked up Peter.

"Go, i'll be fine," Malia said.

"You sure?" I asked her.

"Yes," she smiled.

"Okay, please be safe."

***

I knocked on the front door about 3 times but no one opened it. Sheriff Stilinski has to be here, his car is in the driveway. I twisted the doorknob and luckily it was unlocked so I let myself in.

I closed my eyes and listened for any noise. I heard a heartbeat so I followed it.

I walked through the living room and around a corner to the hallway where I ripped the wallpaper. But when I got to that spot, there was a huge hole in the wall, Sheriff Stilinski standing inside the room.

I placed my hand on the wall and stepped over the torn apart drywall. I made eye contact with him as I stepped in.

This is Stiles' room. I remember. I actually think I knew it all along, that's why I ripped the paper.

"You knew about this, didn't you?" He asked me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

He shook his head in disbelief. "God, it was on the blueprints. It was here when we moved in, that was 18 years ago.

I looked over my shoulder, Stiles' bed appearing. I looked around the room and everything of his slowly started to appear.

His desk, his clothes, his crime board.

"Brianna?"

I looked back at Sheriff who was staring at me in confusion.

"What is it?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and turned back around. It was gone.

"Nothing," I replied sadly.

"I don't understand how you knew this was here," he said. "If you want to discuss the possibility that I had a son... I'm listening."

I lifted my right hand and gripped the pendent around my neck smiling. I nodded and went over to the door and closed it.

***

"So, wait a second. So, this woman 'Lenore,' she conjured up her dead son?" He asked again. He was so confused and wasn't understanding.

"She was the only one left. She had to fill a void. So she filled it with her son," I repeated.

"And you saw this kid?"

"Well, not me, but Scott, Malia, and Lydia did. They were there, in Canaan. He was real and he was there. But..." I paused.

"But what?"

"Lydia said she was there when everyone was taken. She saw it happen. But she didn't want to believe it. She wanted to believe in her son."

"What are you trying to say?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "You think Claudia isn't real? You think I made up a phantom wife?" He began to raise his voice.

"You're afraid to remember him," I crossed my arms over my chest this time, laying down the truth.

"She's a flesh and blood woman. She's real," he nodded his head and then motioned around the room. "Everything else here is j-just speculation. Conjecture. It's just, it's a theory based on a-a Ghost Town."

My eyes traveled behind him to a chair. And on that chair was a lacrosse helmet and a jersey, with the number 24.

I walked over to it slowly and cautiously. Afraid it would disappear again. I reached out, my hand shaking, and touched it. I actually touched it. It's here.

I then picked it up with both my hands, tears forming in my eyes. I closed my eyes as I brought it towards me, breathing in his scent, letting the tears fall onto the jersey.

I turned around quickly, holding the jersey to Sheriff Stilinski.

"You don't see anything?" I sniffed, and took a deep breath, trying to stop crying.

"I see a deeply disturbed young woman," he replied quietly.

"You're afraid to remember him because you're afraid of what it means."

His face twisted in anger. "Why do you care so much if I remember him?"

"Because I love him. And so do you." I looked at the jersey in my hands before looking back up and tossing it at Sheriff Stilinski.

His hands reached out and he caught it.