He's not the only insomniac tonight.

This kid is wandering the complex, mostly kicking rocks, watching them scatter with some focus.

"Ah, hello, Sky?"

"Oh, hey, Felix. Are you okay?"

"Yes..." Felix says and is so insencere that he immediately amends, "no, can't sleep. How about you?"

"Looks like it's going around. I can't sleep either. How have you been doing?"

He shrugs helplessly. "After talking to you, I found out that I have the ability to understand and speak any language and have no idea why and interfered with the life of a werecoyote."

"Right, of course. Why would you do anything boring? Did you help them? The werecoyote?"

"...Mixed results. She turned back in human form and wasn't able to go back into coyote, so I'm helping her with food and other necessities until she learns to shift back."

"Do you think that's a good idea? Helping her shift back?" 

"Can't say it is a lifestyle choice I would pick, but it isn't one I can oppose enough to outright tell her 'no, stay human'. Why?"

"How long has she been a coyote? Is there a way to find out where she came from?"

"Not sure how long, but her name is Malia and she looks around our age."

"Before you send her back, see if she remembers her past. She must have been human, once. She's a shapeshifter."

Felix nods and smiles. "Good idea. I think... I'm not sure if friendly is the right word, but she might be inclined to answer if I ask."

"Of course she will. I'd definitely give you a ten out of ten in rescuing."

Felix snorts. "I try!"

Then he takes a step forward and stops.

"Uh... can I hug you?"

"If you want. Yeah." 

Felix does, the winged hugs remain warm and soft. Felix melts a bit into it.

"I'm sorry you're stuck with us. I wish you could be back home, or wherever it is you actually want to be."

Felix quietly nods, still hugging.

"Would it help to have someone to talk to?" 

"Yes, please. I just... I am so lonely."

Oh is it time for more hug?

Looks like it. 

Time for more hug: courtesy of how messed up this world is and a even bigger heap over the crushing existential fact that even the stars in the sky aren't the ones he is used to.

"I'm here to help, okay? Whatever you need." 

"Thank you." Felix says softly. "Me too you, if you need it."

"I don't know any way to get you home yet. But we have magic here. I can try learning some, see if I can get anywhere."

"Thank you, I appreciate it. It isn't likely I must be very far away."

Felix sighs.

"Do you know what sorts of things the local magic can do? Could it disguise my wings? I already miss being able to just... be in public."

"Local magic isn't really very good, but I can focus on it, get to a point where I can do more. I think hiding the wings would be easy if you were into blood sacrifice, it's just harder for people with scruples." 

"Blood sacrifice?"

"Pile up enough bodies next to a tree, big stuff happens." 

"Wow. Okay, I don't hate being lonely enough that I will kill people. But I do wonder if there is way to teach with the 'enough bodies' aspect if the bodies were never alive in the first place?"

"Can you make them alive but not people? I know I said bodies, but spilling blood on the roots is the main thing." 

"I could make them alive but seriously brain-damaged. Not sure if it counts."

"Not sure that's the same. I don't want to kill people for this, and making someone just to kill them...we can do it, if you have good healing magic. Do you have healing magic?"

"No really, no. And this line of thinking is probably not going to be worth the trouble," he fidgets.

"I've been wondering, actually, am I different from other people because of how I started? Do I still run on regular human biology or...dream biology?"

"Scott would be the one to know for certain, but given that they can leave the dimension, odds are that you run on regular human biology, the magic does tries to be efficient. You might have some magical traits."

"We just need a werewolf and someone who has healing magic; between them, they can get enough blood without killing anyone." 

"Ooooh, my world does have a system of magic that does healing, but it is..." Felix waves, "hard to learn, both in terms of effort and due to the fact that it is only shared with few people."

"I'll have to get cracking on the local magic, then. Do you want to help me?"

"Sure. I am actually considering exploring my world's witchcraft now, mostly because I can here without being afraid a witch-queen is going to come and obliterate everything in a three city-block radius, and there might be some shortcuts and even if it doesn't it can get really powerful."

"Was that a big problem back home?"

"Well, it wasn't big in the sense it was common, but it was big in the sense that the reason it wasn't common is the absolute certain witch-queens' ability to catch people that get their secrets without permission."

"I think our magic is secret because it's not that good and it goes with the werewolf secret, but I'll see if I can find signs of a witch-queen conspiracy."

"I mean the fact that witch-queens exist is well known, if anything they love the attention, is just the details of how they can do magic that is kept secret aside from the broad strokes. Granted, we should check just in case it is the same system somehow, no reason why it couldn't be."

"It sounds different, but just to be safe, yeah. Do you want to meet the local druid? He'll probably be willing to help." 

"I've met Deaton, and also someone that the Argents know, but didn't discuss the local magic besides the fact that mountain ash doesn't work on me and that I didn't had any gaps in my memory."

"The Argents know a druid? That they get along with? Kind of weird...but I think meeting Deaton with me would be better, he's always a little vague and mysterious with new people." 

"Yeah, I forgot her name and they get along well enough to call her for help. Vague and mysterious describes Deaton well enough, I would apreciate knowing more, thank you."

"Whenever you're ready. We can collect the cowardly lion and the scarecrow on our way out." 

"I don't mind going there first thing in the morning, tin man. As long Dorothy gets his beauty sleep."

"I would never get between a man and his bed. Have a good night."

"Hey, don't diss being between a man and his bed. But good night."

"Sweet dreams." 

He heads back.

And so does Felix, that conversation was soothing enough that he manages to get to bed and sleep.

The next day - not too early because he was up late - he and Sky will meet Deaton as planned?

Yup! They can meet up and head out without further ado.

Felix does have to go through the rigmarole of creating enough fog to avoid being seen in the distance and then donning that uncomfortable trench-coat.

Well, after that, they're ready to go.

Off to see the wizard they go.

Are they allowed in the Emerald city? Are they going to pick behind the curtain? Is that a horse of a different color?

Someone comes to the door, at least.

"Stiles and Felix, to what do I owe the pleasure?" 

"I go by 'Sky', thanks to this one. I'm the extra Stilinski." 

"We were curious about how the local magic works. If there are exploits my power can achieve. Ideally if there is anything to disguise my wings so I can, you know, walk on the street like a normal person."

"Powerful illusions and shapeshifting relies on sacrificial rituals. If you aren't, understandably, interested in killing multiple people, there isn't much that will cover wings. What can your magic do?"

"We were wondering if we could bypass the sacrifice part somehow, ideally with conjured dead bodies. My world has a kind of magic that is very versatile, but hard to learn. It does healing and various forms of disguising, but it is hard to learn."

"What makes it so difficult?" 

Felix shrugs helplessly. "Little is public known about it, because the people who know all the secrets - the witch-queens - keep it to themselves and only share it with people that can be trusted, and squish anyone that isn't supposed to know."

"But you know more than you should? Or do you think we have an advantage there?"

"No, not yet, but I  was thinking of ways to exploit both system if we can do it ethically."

"Alright. Tell us what you know about your system."

Sky listens eagerly.

Felix explains witchcraft, as disclosed before he doesn't actually know how to use - but should be able to conjure the relevant information - but he knows the capabilities and limitations. The main limitation is that witchcraft requires a magical power source that can only be acquired from the ambient energy of a pocket dimension. And even then the witchcraft user needs to charge in a specially designed place and be mindful of how much energy they are spending.

Otherwise, witchcraft is pretty damn versatile, by Felix's account Witch-queens can basically do anything: healing, vast amounts of destructive energy, shielding, animating objects, illusions and many other things. Apparently the only way to defeat one is using long range guerrila tactics for a long time until the Witch-queen energies are too low for them to defend themselves.

"So to find out if it works here, we just need a pocket dimension?"

"Well, yes and do the other steps, but we can set those up too. Any reason to think that could wrong, Doctor?"

"Explain how these dimensions interact with your own, typically."

"Would the concept of sharing coordinates in three dimensions while being distant in the fourth dimension help? One explanation we would get in school is comparing to floors in a building, two people can 'share' the same place in different floors without interacting. Similarly, two people - one on Earth and one on a pocket dimension - can be at the same latitude, longitude and height and not affect each other at all. In general pocket dimensions only affect other places through portals - which are compared to elevators in the building analogy."

"There's a place in town that was traditionally very magically powerful. Would turning that into a center for witchcraft have any effects, good or otherwise? Given what you know." 

"Is that the tree that was screaming when I arrived in this universe? I would need to know more it, witchcraft power sources feed off ambient energy so that could work. There might be witchcraft ways to find out."

"...Screaming? I don't think the Nemeton screams, but I can't imagine that could have been anything else. Would it be easier to take you there?" 

"Screaming so loudly that I was surprised other people couldn't hear. And there was some weird weather too, which was going in the direction of Scott's house for some reason."

"The Nemeton is a grove, sacred to druids. According to historians. I'd be inclined to call it a place of power. Regardless, until recently it was rather dwindled, due to most of the trees being cut down. It's recently been revitalized." 

"What did they do?"

"A ritual to save their parents. Symbolic self-sacrifice. Very powerful stuff."

"Any idea what else we should expect from the place besides screaming and weird weather? Should we be worried about an animal uprising or something?"

"It's an unusual set of symptoms unless it was trying to get your attention. It'll probably be quieter if we approach it." 

"It was going towards Scott, which might be related to the dreamshard?"

"It wouldn't surprise me if the Nemeton was attracted to foreign magic, especially since Scott was involved with it. I can take you to the Nemeton and see if it finds you fascinating as I expect."

"Sure, what happens if it finds me fascinating?"

"I'm not entirely sure, but it should let us leverage it as a power source." 

"Okay I'm curious. Do you need anything before we go?"

"I think I'm alright. Good luck."

"Are we ready?"

"I am. I can follow your car by flight."

They go.

And eventually, they come to the woods. 

"Time to talk to the tree." 

Well, is the tree saying anything? Or rather screaming anything at the moment?

The tree is currently silent. 

He can feel a hum of energy, coming from all around the clearing. 

Felix reports this. Does the hum gets stronger if he gets closer to the tree stump?

No, but he sees an image in his mind. 

Fireflies, circling the stump, on a starless night.

"I just had a vision. Is it normal to give people visions?"

"I wouldn't say anything is normal. Was it clarifying? Did it seem connected to anything? Or was it more abstract and symbolic?"

"It was just fireflies flying around the stump, it was night and there are no stars in the sky. It sounds symbolic, but for all I know is the magic tree equivalent of a greeting."

"I have no idea what the could mean. I'll research it later. Anything else from the Nemeton?" 

Just an image of him watering the stump. 

"...Just sent me an image of myself watering it. Should we... try talk with the stump and see if it reacts? Maybe it just reacted to your question."

"Are you the tree whisperer? You would know by now, right?"

"The Nemeton picks favorites. This could work in our favor. Try staying, try talking." 

Felix snorts. "I don't even know. I haven't tried talking to plants yet. Should I water it?" Felix says waving a hand for effect, a cloud forms above the Nemeton.

"That's sweet. The half-dead magical grove just wants some magical weather." 

"Try it," he agrees. 

Felix giggles at Sky's comment and start raining down the magical tree stump. "How are you feeling?" He is using his translation magic on purpose in case that helps.

...The tree can't actually communicate in words. It sends him a picture of a grove of trees where Scott, Allison, Stiles and Felix are hanging out. 

"It just send me a picture of Scott, Allison, Stiles and myself around here." Felix reports. "I'm assuming this means you're okay." Felix asks the stump again, feeling slightly less ridiculous about it since it can communicate back. Felix is sadly limited by words instead of pictures. "Unless that was meant to convey that you need them in here too?"

The stump does not seem to have more to say. 

It was an unusually talkative tree stump already. Felix reports it didn't react to his question.

"Your...vision...does suggest it wants all of you there. We should consider trying it."

"I see, but why? Any idea of what could happen?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure why we should cater to the telepathic magic tree stump." 

"We know the Nemeton affected Scott, Stiles, and Allison a great deal. If it wants them nearby, it might help with the visions they've been experiencing."

"It sent weird weather towards Scott's house, maybe it can send worse things if not appeased." Felix tells Stiles. "Dr. Deaton, how bad are the visions? Maybe we can bring one of them here?"

"They haven't shared all the details. They're very personalized, and until now, I didn't suspect the Nemeton was sending them. I suppose if it's as intelligent as it seems, it could have been trying to communicate."

"Uh, how does a place like this even... happen?"

"Druids performed magic in this grove for centuries. It became a place of great power. Eventually, the trees were cut down, but this tree stump regained some of its old power after blood was spilled on its roots. The recent ritual Scott and his friends performed only added more power." 

"Is that the only way to get magic back?"

"Sacrificial rituals are one of the most effective kinds of magic, but the Nemeton could be empowered by anything that helps trees grow, which is why it showed you all of the people it favors watering it."

"Hypothetically speaking, what happens if we do through the difficult job of transplanting a tree into this place?"

"Part of the problem, I'm afraid, is that other trees will have less magical energy stored than the trees that once stood here. If the Nemeton could somehow be healed, we would stand a better chance." 

"Better chance against what?"

"Everything. Beacon Hills will have plenty of things to deal with, now that the Nemeton is drawing supernatural creatures here. We have a family of wendigos, recently dealt with a dark druid, and a pack of alphas."

"Yikes." Felix says then he blinks. "Uh... Scott's dimension have a Nemeton-like place too."

"Does it? I wonder if he could turn it into a place of power..."

"Should we worry it could attract even more weirdness?"

"I'm not sure. If it's within his dimension, it shouldn't be able to attract weirdness in ours, I think. Do they have...locations, here? Could you use technology to navigate from here to a point inside Scott's dimension?" 

"No really, no. Locations between dimensions have correspondences, but don't really influence each other except when portals are involved. I was thinking that maybe the portals to Scott's dimension might be enough to let the Nemeton signal to pass through."

"Could be. I'm not clear on how it summons them, unless it uses the same wavelength as banshees...do the portals stop sound from coming through, or light?" 

"Portals don't stop light nor sound - we can transmit radio signals through them and various forms of magic tend to pass through too."

"Scott will still retain control over that dimension, though? That should keep the danger to a minimum." 

"True... also, if his dimension already has made one Nemeton it might do others."

"That sounds useful or horrifying." 

"We'll have to keep that in mind. Alright. Should we gather everyone in Scott's dimension?" 

"Agreed," Felix says to both statements.

"I'll gather the others. You two come up with a plan of attack."

"Alright. Let's go, Sky?"

He nods.

Into the car they go. 

"Any ideas for the plan of attack?"

"It sounds like we can just give it the people it wants and redeem cool prizes. Might as well try that first." 

"I confess that the whole blood sacrifice thing is unsettling... it might be a good idea not expose Scott to it."

"Yeah, that makes sense. I don't think those three can handle anything on their own." 

"I was speaking more about the fact that Scott is a dreamshaper that might or might not create more nemetons, lacking any more information that sounds like the most likely source of a nemeton-apocalypse or something."

"Do you think he's more likely to make some if he knows?"

"I think if he needs to know the danger, because he might do it by accident or maybe be manipulated by someone into doing it."

"Alright. Sounds like a plan. So what's our goal here? If it likes blood sacrifice, we should probably find ways to satisfy it before someone else tries, right? Kind of like you always try animal blood first if you're a vampire?" 

"Yes, great idea. I think our nemeton-related goals are: to assess the level of danger; guard it from people; guard people from it; and use it as a resource. In no particular order. Even if we can't use the magic ourselves maybe we can benefit from the fact that it attracts supernaturals to a known location."

"Right. We should find out if I can use magic, I think most regular humans can, but that might only include people who were...properly born here, or something. And you too, but you're from further away and also have wings, so I'm not sure if that works. Everything else, besides feeding it, should probably come later."

"Mountain ash doesn't work on me, so I might be able to use the local magic. Granted, maybe that is a property of werewolves instead of mountain ash and I still could be blocked from using it directly."

He nods.

They drive.

"Hey Felix? Are you doing okay? I mean, I know you've got a lot on your plate, I just...how are you doing?" 

"Being useful helps. How about you?"

"I've got a mission, as long as I can do that I'm good." 

Drive drive drive.

"I can understand that." Felix says earnestly.

Some driving, not that much of driving, but some and once Sky stops the car. "Uh... would you like a hug?"

Hug.

"Thanks. I know you didn't want to be here, but I'm glad you are."

"That... helps a lot, actually."

...

He pats Felix's shoulder awkwardly.

And with that, they're off to meet their party. 

The shoulder pats are appreciated. Where is their party?

Currently in pieces, it would seem. 

Here's Allison's house.

He knocks somewhat impatiently.

And here's Allison.

"Stiles, I'm not really I'm the mood."

"Not Stiles. I'm the new, much hotter one." 

"Right. Sorry. Come on in." 

"Hello, again Allison, are we interrupting something?"

"No, what's up?" 

She leads them to the living room.

"Should I get you something to eat?" 

"We just need you, Scott, and Stiles together."

"I'm not hungry, but thank you. And something Nemeton related happened."

"You need all three of us there?"

She puts her hands in her pockets, shifting on her feet. 

"Yeah, the tree wants you to hang out with it."

"It sent me a weird telepathic vision thing that showed us you, me, Scott and Stiles there."

"Are we planning on giving it what it wants?"

"Probably, yeah. Why wouldn't we, it's a perfectly friendly tree."

"It likes blood sacrifice."

Shrug.

"I'm mostly in favor of investigating it and debating our options. Possible test what happens when a not-Scott person interacts with it."

"I don't know if I want to go to it. The dreams are bad enough when I'm this far away."

"I understand, would you like to talk about them or are they too personal?"

"Kind of personal. If you want us all to go there, we will, but not without a better plan than 'try and see'."

"Fair. And I want to investigate things, but this doesn't mean I want to bring everyone there at once. I did mention that I didn't want Scott there. I only trust myself there because I don't have to fear a bullet to the skull as problem-solving method."

"Okay. But you want me and Stiles there?"

"Well, one of you, but only after we did some more research on the nemeton and, obviously, as a volunteer. Ideally we would take one of you there, see how the nemeton reacts, take that person back, put them under whatever observation we can give and figure out the next step afterwards. You could say I don't so much as want you there as I want to figure out what is going on and that does involve poking things that I admit aren't completely safe."

She doesn't respond. She looks distracted by something.

Her hand starts to shake. 

"Allison?"

Doesn't look like she's listening. 

"What's happening? What are we supposed to do?" 

"Let's try not to startle her. Is her dad home? Get him. I'll watch her."

Sky attempts to retrieve her father. 

She jumps forward, grabbing his arm, hissing.

"Sky... don't make sudden movements. Allison? Let him go."

Yeah, that's a knife in his side.

The commotion attracts her father.

He pulls out a gun.

"Allison?" 

Felix pulls away covering the wound with a hand, then he uses a wing to push Allison away.

It should be noted that wings are very strong, that is going to leave a bruise.

Not that Felix is in better condition. "Fuck!" He hisses.

"You are not shooting him."

Sky steps between Mr. Argent and Felix. 

But he isn't.

He points the gun at his daughter. 

"Allison. Come back to us."

"...Daddy?"

She balls her hands into fists, knife dropping to the ground, and punches Felix, shrieking.

Fine! If she wants to punch anyone then Felix is the obvious best choice, he tries to immobilize her hands and wrestle her down.

He shoots.

That hole in the wall is really going to be hard to explain. 

Allison stops struggling.

"Um. Felix? What's going on?"

Felix opens his mouth and ends up coughing up blood all over her. He stops holding her down, instead keeping himself between Allison and her father.

"Are you alright?" 

She steps around Felix towards her father. 

Well, thank you Allison, in honor of your consideration Felix will lay down for a bit.

Sky kneels down next to Felix, away from the crazy family.

"Do you need actual medical care or magic, what can I do?"

He pulls out his phone. 

"He's just been stabbed, he needs medical care." 

"Already calling." 

He holds Felix's hand.

"Ms. McCall? I'm going to need your help. Uh, no, nothing supernatural. Knife wound. Yeah, I know. Thanks."

Felix holds Sky's hand.

"Thank you," He tries to calm himself down a bit, "would it be too morbid to..."

"No," he answers easily.

"Tell me what to do."

Felix coughs more blood, he feels lightheaded, "I should've got a cyanide pill, I just need it to be painless and then..." coughing, "one week and I'll be fine," cough, "will even be able to talk."

"Here."

He hands something to Sky. 

Sky examines the pill.

"Cyanide?"

"Every hunter has one, in case of emergencies."

"Right."

He squeezes Felix's hand. 

"Are you sure?"

Felix nods. "I will fine," he tries a smile that would've been way more reassuring without the dripping from his mouth.

He feeds Felix the pill.

And the pill works, Felix's body expires.

And in a hidden nook of Felix's pocket dimension, a new body starts to form immediately, not that anyone in the room would be able to see that.

Allison clings to her father.

He clings back.

"...Any idea what to do with the body?"

"We have a cemetery. If he doesn't need this one, we'll have a quiet funeral."

So Sky talks to Mr. Argent, and goes back to his complex.

He calls Dr. Deaton, reassures him that everything is fine, but they might have to wait for the Nemeton business, and sleeps. 

Who would think being dead would be so boring? But it totally is! Felix can't even passe! All his sensory input is related to dreamshaping, he is not even sure how long it has been, except "likely not a day".

Urgh.

He creates a robot drone that flies to Sky's bedroom and leaves a tablet and a note explaining everything and that Felix can create radio signals and talk one-way to them, but he can't hear them.

However Sky feels about this, Felix doesn't really have a chance to find out. 

Felix isn't alone, though.

He feels a familiar presence. 

For once, it seems to be asking permission.

Does he want it to show him what's happening?

It's funny how much Felix expects to do things like blinking, despite not having an actual body to blink.

But okay, show me what you got Nemeton.

A conversation...

"We are not crazy." 

"Hallucinating, sleep paralysis...Yeah, you guys are fine." 

"We did die and come back to life. That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

"We keep an eye on each other. Okay? And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much."

A conversation...

"Scott, you can't transform, Allison is seeing her dead aunt and I'm flat out losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone."

"We can try. We can always try."

What? What is going on? Is everyone alright?

The Nemeton can offer no solace. 

A conversation...

"I don't- I don't understand."

A brief pause, and then a voice.

"Not 'who are you', Stiles. Who are we?"

Wait, what? Where is that voice coming from? Sky?

It certainly doesn't sound like him. 

Much deeper, and amused. 

Stiles groans in pain, and the voice continues:

"It's getting colder, Stiles. Did you notice that we've stopped shivering? Do you know why that's a bad sign?"

"It's the body trying to conserve energy. It was my fifth grade science report."

"Hypothermia. Our speech is starting to thicken. Then comes fatigue. Confusion. We're going to die if we don't get out of here."

"Stop saying that. Stop saying 'we'."

"We're just trying to keep you from freezing to death. You better get up, Stiles."

"How? There's a freaking steel-jawed trap on my leg!"

Felix sees Stiles, in a cold, damp room. 

Alone, with no trap in sight. 

What the fuck. What the fuck. Felix needs to help, he creates radio signals and sends messages.

But he can't know what is going on this way. He doesn't even know what the fuck happened. He is stuck here, while his new body is growing...

Okay, that might be a stupid idea.

He can create things, maybe he can create things, he can't create people with specific memories, but that shouldn't mean he can't create a new body to himself, faster than his fountain would.

After a few tests, Felix determines that he can in fact create tiny bodies that his fountain will recognize as his own. None of those were viable, but each one was recognized as him. So he will create a new one to himself and hope it works...

The body is created, Felix can feel the connection leap and reach it and- PAIN! He was supposed to feel pain without a body! But... no, this isn't exactly pain, there is something about himself that is... splitting in half.

And He wakes up.

He isn't Felix.

But he knows what Felix was trying to do and he knows Stiles needs help. So he stands up from the bed and leaves the cottage Felix created around this body.

He flies and searches for Sky, or Scott, or anyone, really.

Sky is easy to find. He's in a graveyard. 

Well, that is ominious. "Sky? Stiles?" Says the young man that looks just like Felix, "Is everything alright? The nemeton showed things going down hill."

"Felix. You're back? Um, it- Stiles disappeared. Everyone is looking for him."

Sky returns to examining the headstone.

"I am not Felix, he was receiving visions from the Nemeton and tried to give himself a new body faster, instead he created me."

What is up with the headstone?

The name "Claudia Stilinski" is presumably a hint. 

"Right."

He wraps his arms around himself, shuddering.

"How do you like being alive?"

"...Haven't thought about it yet."

Hug?

Hug is good. 

"Is he okay? Are you okay?"

Hug!

"He should be safe, but he was worried - we should find the others - and I am fine. Maybe a bit disoriented but I'm okay."

"Okay. I'll call them, we can be there right away."

He makes a call, and in a few minutes:

"We can meet them there, they already have a place they're checking."

"Good. Any idea of what is going on?"

"How much do you know? Do you have any of Felix's memories?"

"I have most of his memories..." he describes what nemeton showed them while they go meet the others.

"They've been hallucinating," he explains.

"Since they did the ritual to find their parents. Sleepwalking, nightmares...Allison almost shot someone while she was having one."  

"Yeah, I remember that she also stabbed Felix."

"Right. Because that happened to Felix, and you remember everything that happened to him, is that right?" 

"Yup, I think I have some gaps, but that could be just regular human memory. But even thought I have all his memories... they don't feel my own? I definitely wouldn't react the way he did to certain things."

"Yeah? What things?" 

"I would've flirted more and be less diplomatic. Outright told Scott that our uncle killed himself and that fucked up our parents to this day so Felix is very sensitive to the topic."

"That would probably have stopped it, yeah. Want to go force them to make up? Or I guess we should save Stiles," he adds hastily. 

"Yeah, right. We should save Stiles. We can plan how to make Scott and Felix cooperate later."

Nod. 

"I don't actually have a ride, though, I was planning on meeting up with the others later. I haven't been a social butterfly."

Well, that will earn him a tight hug. "Sorry, I could try carrying you, but I should speed up and meet them. Later we will give you a nice ride though."

Nod. 

"Scott said they're going to Eichen House. I don't actually think I can give directions, I have no idea where it is, but you can't miss it. Big, old building with huge metal gates." 

"Ah, I think I overflew it on my way here. Are you really going to be okay on your own?"

"I'll be fine," he says, waving his hand. 

"Go, be the hero."

Trevor hugs him and the takes flight. Being a hero sounds like a good idea.

He will eventually fly past a familiar building, with not-quite-forbidding-this-is-hardly-a-Gothic-horror-novel front gates. 

There are a few people outside, getting ready to go in. 

He will land near them if they are people he recognizes.

(Also, could this place be any more obviously ominous?)

He probably recognizes Scott, anyway.

The four of them head inside. 

Are they startled when the Felix-looking person lands nearby?

Less startled, more angry. 

"Felix? Is that you?" he whispers. 

"The Nemeton sent more telephatic messages, showing the situation being dire. Felix tried to give himself a new body so he could help, instead it created me. Hi, I don't have a name to introduce myself with, yet."

"Do you want one? Never mind, later. I'm Lydia, the boy is Aiden, the man is Sheriff Stilinski. How do you know Scott?" 

"I told you about the dream dimension? That's Felix, he came to our world with the dream crystal."

He looks at the newcomer assessingly. 

"What do you need? We were about to go inside." 

"I am not Felix. And I came here to help," he makes sparks dance between his fingers, "in case you need more firepower."

"Don't do anything like that until we ask you to, we don't need a brawl in the mental hospital." 

"Come along, but don't attack first. Even if someone looks threatening, don't start anything." 

"Don't start fights inside mental hospitals, got it, cutie," he winks at Aiden.

"He's straight and taken, but he has a twin brother you can try later."

 Without further ado, they go inside.

Trevors makes a mental note to check on Aiden's brother. He is wearing a trench-coat and follows them inside.

The receptionist is relatively friendly! Which here means, prickly and suspicious. 

"Hi. I'm with the Beacon Hills Police Department. We're looking into a disappearance, and we think someone may have gotten lost, and found their way into your basement." 

"I won't stop the Sheriff from looking around. I'll lead the way."

The corridors have very little in the way of color and decor. The building is mostly quiet, with only the occasional sound of patient whispering or crying to break the silence. 

He-without-a-name will follow everyone and be quiet, but will make note of the state of patients in case they are being mistreated.

It's a bit difficult to note; none of them are out of their rooms this late at night. 

They come to the door to the stairwell. 

"I hope you find what you're looking for," the receptionist says, before turning back.

The Sheriff steps in front of the others, and makes to go down first. 

Lydia walks past him, leading the way. 

She is cute and takes charge. Gosh, he-who-needs-a-name might be experiencing his first crush. He follows.

All they find is a dark, damp, cold, empty basement. 

"No, no, I was sure he was here."

"It's fine. We'll find him."

"Maybe he left."

"Should we check for signs of him? It looks pretty undusturbed."

"You can come back later. Right now, we're finding my son."

He heads back upstairs without waiting for a response. 

"How long he has been gone?" He asks in a whisper to Scott.

"A few hours. He called me, he said he sleepwalked somewhere, and he's scared for his life."

"Okay, the Nemeton showed Stiles somewhere cold and damp, but I have no idea how recent that was. It also showed moments that are clearly days apart."

"This isn't actually helping. We should be planning how to find him now, and we need everyone's heads together on that. Me and Scott can't find his scent, which means we have to move fast." 

"If he was here, and he didn't leave a scent, that can't be good, right? It sounds bad." 

"We can hurry it along." 

They head back outside. 

A cave...

In the forest, a woman steps on crunching pine needles and tries not to think about the cold. 

She approaches a familiar cave, formerly home to a coyote. 

"Oh, great. Got contacted by the scary tree channel. I think I saw your mom, Scott, on the coyote-girl cave."

"She's looking for Stiles too. Did she look safe?" 

"She looked cold, which..." there is a sudden warm breeze, "I can help a little but not a lot from this distance."

An approach...

The woman steps just barely into the cave, the darkness obscuring her for a moment-

And kneels to the ground, catching the shaking, shivering boy in her arms. 

"Stiles is there! Your mother found stiles, Scott."

"We should go there, make sure he's okay."

"He's safe?"

"He was cold and scared, but whole as far I could tell."

Nod.

"I'll be at the hospital with Scott, but the rest of you kids should go home." 

He puts an arm around Lydia.

"I'm glad he's okay. Sorry we couldn't help." 

Nod. "Do you need me for anything, Scott?"

"No, you should- is there anything I can do, about Felix?"

Shrug. "As far I know he is safe but worried because of the Nemeton vision... Oooh, next time when you sleep you could create tiny portals to his dimension and write words that way. Tell him the situation?"

"I will. I promise."

Nod. "We should talk. Later. Please keep me updated on how Stiles is doing. I am going back to Sky."

Nod.

"Thanks for your help. Thank Felix, too, I don't know if I'll be able to do the portals tonight." 

"Sure, do get in touch. I do want to talk to you."

And assuming Scott doesn't have much to add, he will take flight, think about names and search Sky.

Sky can be found at the complex, if the newest person in Beacon Hills thinks to check there. 

Well, he-without-a-name-but-leaning-to-"Trevor" does think to check there. He wants to see how Sky is doing. Also his wings have changed and are now blue with lighting-like white patterns.

"Hey Oscar, what's up?" 

He explains what happened to Stiles. "But how are you doing?"

"Lonely, bored, paranoid. You?" 

"A bit worried about Felix, about you, about the scoobie gang. In that descending order. Nameless. I get lonely and bored, but why paranoid?"

"That's how it goes. I'm a Stiles. Is Felix okay, I mean, besides uh, being kind of dead?" 

"He should be nervous because as far he knows Stiles and the others are in danger. But otherwise he should be fine."

"Did the Nemeton not give a helpful 'They're all okay' vision?"

"I don't know? If it did it didn't give to me and I don't have like a psychic connection to him."

"Right. You okay?"

"Yeah. Weird first day of life, but I am surprisingly fine. I understand existential dread and identity crisis are reasonable responses, but not really my thing."

"No, I have more than enough for both of us. I'm glad you're okay. Keep me posted?"

"Of course. When I pick up a name you will be the first one to know."

That seems to be that.

He probably doesn't want a hug. 

"Was that a dismissal? Also, how about a hug?"

"You too, huh? Felix was pretty huggy, I'm kind of all hugged out. Thanks anyway."

He snorts. "Yeah, I am weird for wanting to hug the cute boy."

"..."

Yeah, that's a hug.  

He can't say he didn't needed that.

"Uh... Felix and I care about you, you know?"

"That's nice. So what are you doing today?"

Shrug. "No idea. Besides picking a name. I am tempted to go with 'Trevor', a skymage worlds war II hero."