I helped Scott pull the giant, steel door shut and locked it. Malia closed every vent door and Lydia locked the tunnel gate.

"The tunnel gate's locked," Lydia running to us. "Everything's locked."

She ran into the bunker and Scott closed the door behind her.

Malia jogged up to us and asked, "You think it will hold them off?"

"Probably not," I said.

"Definitely not," Lydia said after me.

"You guys aren't hoping I'm gonna be the optimist, are you?" Malia asked.

Scott ignored her question and went to the machine thing that Parrish was in to trigger his memories. Or... something like that. I don't really know what this thing does or how it's gonna help us. Frankly, I'm kinda scared.

"So how cold does this thing get?" Scott asked.

"Cold enough for a Hellhound. It's not the same as the ice bath you gave Isaac, but it can lower your core temperature past anything a human can survive " Lydia explained. Ice bath? Why does that sound familiar?

"So what does freezing our asses off have to do with our memories?" Malia asked.

"It will slow your heart rate, and put you in a trance-like state," Lydia explained.

"Like hypnosis," Scott added.

Lydia nodded," Hypnotic regression. If we can figure out how to work it."

Malia looked around and pointed to something on the side. "This says 'start,' so, maybe it's not that complicated."

My eyes trailed to the other side of the machine were there were a bunch of knobs and buttons.

"It's complicated," I sighed.

"So, optimistically, how much time do you think we need to do this?" Malia asked.

"As much time as Liam and Stilinski can buy us," Scott replied and opened the door.

"That's not terrifying," I said sarcastically as I looked inside.

"It's okay, I'll go first," Scott told me.

"Then me." I nodded and gulped nervously. "I-if the Ghost Rider's aren't here yet."

Lydia pressed the 'start' button and it powered up.

"Okay, it's doing something. You ready?" Malia asked Scott.

Scott looked at us nervously before he opened the door and got in. We closed him in and latched the door shut.

"Remember, this will get cold enough to kill you. So if something feels wrong or like, it's not working...," Lydia started.

"It's going to work," Scott said determined.

"I hope you're not saying that because you think I know what I'm doing."

"I'm saying that because I know you can figure it out."

Lydia nodded and turned all the knobs on the side as far as they could go. I watch Scott tense up and shiver.

He gasped, "Oh, okay, all right, yeah, that's cold. Really cold."

Cold fog surrounded Scott and it was getting hard to see him in there.

"So what are we supposed to do? Talk to him?" I asked. "Help him remember? Wait until he turns into a werewolf freezy pop?

"We need to guide him. Keep him focused," Lydia nodded.

Scott squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily.

"Scott, you have to think about him." Scott nodded. "Concentrate on Stiles. Try to picture him in your head. Think about what he looks like, things he said."

The machine whirred and Scott grunted and shook his body.

"I don't like this," Malia said nervously. "Somethings wrong."

"Wait. Give it a few more seconds."

Scott grunted and slammed his hand onto the glass.

"I'm getting him out of there," Malia went and reached for a latch but Lydia grabbed her hand and told her to wait.

Scott lifted his head up and slowly lowered his hand. His eyes were closed and he was much calmer now.

"Scott..." Lydia called out. "Can you hear me?"

He opened his eyes and revealed his red, true alpha eyes.

"Scott. Can you hear me?" She repeated.

The red eyes faded away and his head bobbed to the side, as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Scott, don't fall asleep. You have to keep your eyes open," Lydia said.

"I'm trying," he said sleepily.

Lydia tapped the glass. "It's not sleep. I think your losing consciousness. And if you do that, I think we're going to lose you."

Scott's eyes slowly closed. "Scott, stay awake! Scott!" Malia yelled.

Scott's eyes widened and I knew he was remembering something as he stood there silently.

He then started looking everywhere frantically. His eyes were wide as could be and his head would jerk from side to side.

"It's too much," I whispered.

"Scott. Try to find him," Lydia said, trying to lead him back. "Try to find him in your memories. Find him in any memory. Good or bad!"

Scott didn't seem fazed by Lydia's words because he just kept looking around.

"What's happening to him?" Malia asked fearfully.

"I don't know," Lydia whispered.

"He doesn't look good. He looks... lost."

"It's too much," I told them. "Too much memories all at once. It's over-whelming."

"So what do we do to help him?" Malia raised her voice.

"Scott!" Lydia yelled and hit the glass. "Scott, do you hear me? You have to try to focus!"

Scott closed his eyes and covered his ears.

"You hear that?" Malia asked and walked over to the door, placing her ear by it.

"Thunder?" I asked.

"Maybe..."

Lydia sighed and looked at Scott and said, "This isn't working."

"Then we have to figure something else out," Malia said walking back over to us."

"I know, I know."

"Is he going to freeze to death in there?" I asked.

"If his memories don't kill him."

"There has to be another way to do this. Isn't there?" Malia asked.

"I don't know. This is my first attempt at trying to open a dimensional rift in space-time," Lydia replied sarcastically. "So I'm kind of fumbling around in the dark, okay?"

Malia nodded and reached for the latches again. "I'm getting him out."

"Wait. I'm not the only one," Lydia stopped her.

"What?"

"I'm not the only one fumbling around in the dark."

"What does that mean?"

"I think we need to treat this more like actual hypnosis. They use images to guide you through memory. Like, a stairwell. The steps take you down through one year of your life to the next. That's how they regress you back."

I felt a head ache begin to form and I shook my head. "How are you so smart?"

"I get it. So he needs to imagine something? What do we tell him?" Malia asked.

Lydia turned back to the glass. "Scott? Can you hear me?"

Scott was still standing there with his hands over his ears.

"Scott, listen. Imagine this. Imagine you're in the high school. Visualize yourself int he high school, in the corridor where all the lockers are. Just try to imagine standing there. That's where your memories are. They're all in the lockers. They're locked away behind each one. Every memory of Stiles is in a separate locker. Scott, you're there. In the high school. You're standing there now."

Scott's eyes shot open and his hands fell down. It's working.

"Lydia, I need your help. I don't think I can do this. I can't figure it out," he said.

"Keep looking," she said.

"There are memories, but I don't know which one's the right one. What am I supposed to do?" He said frantic.

"Find another memory. Just find another memory," Lydia said to him.

My eyes widened as the glass started to ice over. I looked at the temperature dial.

"It's getting too cold. He's getting too cold," I whispered to Lydia and Malia.

"What if it's not enough to remember him?" Malia asked and put down the Argent's silver she had picked up. "What if it's some kind of connection he's supposed to make because of a memory?"

"Like an emotional connection?" I asked.

"That could be why it worked for Stilinski, right?"

"He wasn't just remembering someone. He was remembering his son." Lydia said.

"I remember something..." I whispered to myself.

"What was that?" Lydia asked me.

"Scott?" I hit the glass. "Scott, can you hear me? I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you guys to live after graduation." I looked at Lydia and she nodded for me to continue.

"He said you guys were getting an apartment together? And I remember saying something to Stiles. Saying something like, it's not always a good idea to live with your friends. Even your best friend. But Stiles said it wouldn't matter because you weren't just friends. You guys were more like brothers."

Scott's eyes widened as he reacted to what I said. His eyes then furrowed in confusion as he lifted a fist up toward his face, as if he were holding something.

An alarm started blaring and the three of us quickly turned the knobs and pressed the 'stop' button, then we unlatched the clasps and swung the door open.

Scott fell out but Lydia and Malia grabbed him before he fell. He was gasping and shivering.

"What's wrong?! Why'd you bring me out?" He panted.

"Your heart rate dropped, you were going to die!" Lydia told him.

"We had to," I grabbed a blanket and layed it on him.

He looked back at the machine. "But then, but then nothing happened, did it? It didn't work..."

He stood up quickly, "I'm going back in."

Malia and I grabbed him as Lydia blocked him from going back. "No, you're not."

"It was working. Something was happening. I could feel it!" He breathed heavily.

"But nothing was happening out here. Nothing, Scott. All we saw was you freezing to death!" Lydia yelled at him.

He shook his head and took a step forward. Malia pulled him back and said, "You're still too cold."

Scott raised his hand up which was shaking. "We can't give up now."

"We're not. It's my turn." I grabbed the bottom part of my shirt and pulled it off over my head.

"No, it's too dangerous. We're not going to save anyone by freezing each other to death," Lydia said.

"But it was working," Scott argued.

"Nothing happened," Lydia told him.

"But I remember him now. I can see him in my head," Scott smiled. "He's more real now than ever. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back."

"There's a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being," Lydia explained.

"I know. Which is why I think it should be Brianna," Scott said and turned to me. "It's all about the connection. And when I was remembering him, I was remembering the two of you together. I don't think anyone had a connection like you guys."

"I believe that," Malia agreed. "She has to try, Lydia."

I hand wrapped around the necklace that was laying on my chest. I looked at Lydia who had a scared look in her eyes.

"I'll be okay, Lyds. Out of all of us, I'm the only one this thing can't kill," I laughed and so did she.

"Okay but if anything goes wrong, I'm pulling you out," Lydia said and stepped out of the way.

"Okay, let's do this." I stepped inside and leaned against the back of it. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as they closed the door.

I heard the machine begin to hum as they turned it on and it immediately started getting cold.

"Oh, shit. It's freezing," I shivered and looked at Lydia through the glass. I could barely see her but I watched her right arm go to the side and she started turning the knobs, making it even more cold.

I closed my eyes and waited for her instructions.

"Brianna, can you hear me?" I nodded slowly. "Okay, I want you to imagine yourself at your apartment. You just moved in and there are boxes everywhere. Each box is filled with your memories of Stiles. You have to open the boxes. You're at your apartment. There's boxes everywhere... everywhere..."

When I opened my eyes I was standing in the front door. "Each box is a memory of Stiles. Open the boxes, Brianna."

It was very dark, but I could still see the boxes. I looked at small one on the ground so I picked it up and opened it.

***

"What's your name?" He looked back at me and smiled.

"." He put his hand out for me to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Stiles." I smiled back at him. I couldn't help but stare at him. Something about him made my heart speed up but, I don't know why.

***

I gasped and dropped the box. "Open the boxes, Brianna."

"There's too many," I said looking around.

"Find the right one."

***

"We regret to inform you this, but we found a body, and we think it's your dad. I'm so sorry."

It was when he said that and I felt like I could pass out. I whole body started to shake as all the emotions I was holding back came flooding in.

"No, no, no, no." I sobbed and fell to my knees. "No he-" I shook my head from side to side, finding it hard to breath.

"I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't..." I held my hands up to my head as tears streamed down my face. "It hurts, it hurts, just make it stop. Please make it stop, it hurts." I held onto my stomach.

Stiles sat beside me and pulled me into his arms and I cried into his shoulder. "They're both gone." I choked out. "I have no one."

"I'll be here for you, ." He whispered into my ear.

***

"Oliver, please, don't hurt her." My eyes travel around and I see Stiles strapped up also, tears in his eyes.

"Oh I'm not gonna hurt her unless I have too, h-he told me she has to turn it off. I'm gonna make her turn it off." Oliver walks over to Stiles, turning on the tool and bringing it towards his head.

"W-wait! Stop!" I look down at my restraints and try to break them. "N-no! Stop! Okay! I'll turn it off, just don't hurt him." I cry out, tears rolling down my face. Oliver turns off the tool and looks at me.

"No, Brianna, you can't." Stiles pleads.

"Turn it off!" I hear a loud scratchy voice in my head. "Okay, I am!" I close my eyes, tears rolling down my face.

"Stiles, it won't affect me if you don't let him in, okay? Don't let him in." I bite my lip and stare at Stiles. He's shaking his head. "Just bring me back, okay? You have to ."

***

I moved from the hallway to the front door and into the living room. I went and sat on the couch we brought from my house. I picked up the box beside me and placed it on my lap and opened it.

***

"Looks like it's just you and me, buddy," Stiles said, a small smirk plastered on his face.

"Buddy? Did you just call me buddy? I can't believe you just called me buddy," I said, placing my hand on my heart, pretending to be offended.

"Yeah, I called you buddy. We're like, best friends; aren't we?" He smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I smirked and positioned myself sitting on top of his lap. "Are friends usually this close?" I whispered, leaning closer to his face.

His eyes were wider than normal, and a small shade of pink formed on his cheeks. "I- they could be." He stuttered, his eyes moving back and forth from my eyes down to my lips.

"I don't think so..." I smirked, and gently placed my lips on top of his. He immediately began kissing me back, our lips moving in .

***

"I have one more secret that I've been debating when I should tell you," He said looking my face up and down.

My heart sped up and I was terrified what that secret could be. I wanted to say something but my mouth was dry and I could muster anything out.

He sighed and took a deep breath, " I've been in love with you since we kissed at the Motel. I've wanted to tell you for so long, I just didn't want to ruin anything we had."

In a split second I reached up and smashed my lips onto his. This kiss was more passionate and magical than any other we had shared.

He kissed me back and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, as if he would let go, I would be gone.

I pulled away from the kiss out of breath, looking deeply into his eyes.

"I love you too."

***

"Stiles. Do you see a future with me? Because that's all I see."

"," he responded and kissed me.