#stilesstilinskiimagine

Part 1

I knew I was somewhere cold. I could feel my skin clamming up and the goose bumps forming on my arms. I was laying down on my back, staring upwards, but my eyes were closed. There was a bright light shining through my eyelids, causing me to be hesitant to open them. 

I slowly opened my eyes. My hand flew to cover them immediately. I looked around. I was in a white room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling…all white. I looked down at my bloodied grey jeans and blue t-shirt. I was in the same outfit as when I was with the Dread Doctors. Was I dead? Was I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was Stiles carrying me away from the Dread Doctors. 

“Y/N.” A voice came from behind me. 

I stood up immediately. I wobbled around for a second, trying to catch my balance before turning to the area I heard the noise from.

“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out scratchily.

I look in the corner of this “room” and see a person standing, with their back to me. They had all black on and was carrying some kind of weapon.

“You can’t tell me you forgot me all ready.” The voice responded, turning.

“Allison?” I ask, the word coming out with confusion and shock.

Allison, brown hair and bow and arrow and all, smiles, opening her arms for me. I run forward and embrace her. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, pulling away. “Aren’t you de-” I cut myself off. I didn’t want to say “dead”. Maybe that was too harsh. 

“Dead?” She asked laughing. “Yeah, I am.”

My heart dropped. “So, does that mean I’m..?”

“Not necessarily.” Allison replied.

I look at her, confusion running over me.

“You’re not dead. You’re almost dead. You just have to have a driving force to get you back to the other side.” She smiles. “So I’m here to help.”

“How am I supposed to know what my driving force is?” I ask.

“I think both you and I know what it is.”

“Stiles.” I breathe. 

She nods. “Think about your most favorite memory of him. Think about it hard. Almost re-live it.”

“If I do this…will I ever see you again?” I ask. 

“You may never physically see me but…know I’m always there with you.”

I closed my eyes and began thinking back to my most favorite memory of Stiles and I. 

“Stiles?” I call out, walking up the stairs of his house. “Where are you?”

“I’m up here, Y/N!” Stiles yells. 

I ran the rest of the way up the stairs and turned into his room. He had a clear writing board placed in the direct middle of his room. Drawings and pictures were hung all over it with different colored string connecting them. 

“What’s this?” I asked. 

“Something to keep me sane.” Stiles answers pinning up another photo. I glance at the photo and see Jackson Whittemore’s face on it. Stiles grabbed a piece of red string and connected the photo to the word Kimera. 

“This is amazing.” I said, examining everything.

Stiles smiled slightly. “Like you.”

“What?” I laugh, turning to him. 

“I was just saying how amazing you are.” Stiles replied. 

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I said. “Oh, this one’s easy.” I grab the picture of Jennifer Blake and pin it up on the board. I grab a red piece of string and drag it to the word “Darach” written on the board. I miss the word by an inch.

“Here, let me help you.” Stiles says, grabbing my hand in his and shifting it upwards. 

I should have pulled away right then, but I couldn’t. The electricity that was running through our fingers was something like no other. I knew that at that moment I loved Stiles. And the shimmer in his dark brown eyes, made me hopeful that he felt the same way.

I gasp for air and open my eyes, immediately not regretting it. The dark brown eyes peered down at me with hope in them. 

“Thank god.” Stiles breathes. “You’re alive.”

He paused for a moment.

“I couldn’t let the last thing I told you be something horrible like ‘don’t die on me.’” He fumbled with his words. “I love you too, Y/N.”