Don't Forget Me (Part Two)

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"Hey Uncle Scott?" You called out and drummed your hands on the gate, waiting for him to come out of the back of the old vets.



"Hey (Y/N), how's school?" Scott smiled and pressed a button to pop the door open and led you into the back.



"It's ok I guess." You sighed and started organising one of the sides.



"Your Mom said you skipped school." Scott waited for you to admit it, your heart beat caught his attention and he frowned.



"I did and we... found something in the Jeep." Scott frowned and looked over at you from the silver table he'd been cleaning.



"You went to look at the Jeep?" Scott asked.



"Yeah, Mom freaked out because I skipped class." You hummed and followed him to the back to find out the dog he was going to inspect.



"You know we used to go and look at the Jeep... I think, I mean it was a long time ago." Scott chuckled. "I kind of remember sitting inside."



"Do you know how long it's been there?" You asked curiously and watched Scott carefully as he inspected the dog's stitches.



"Not really, kind of forever I guess... at least, I don't remember it not being there." Scott shrugged.



You didn't talk about the jeep again until Scott closed up and offered to give you a lift home. You waved at Mellissa as he slowed down outside her house and spoke to her quickly before carrying on.



"Do you know someone called Stiles, Stiles Stilinski?" You asked Scott who frowned and shook his head.



"Stilinski as in John Stilinski?" He asked and you nodded. "Sorry kiddo, I have no idea... why you got a crush on him or something?"



"No I was hoping someone could tell me who he was." You huffed and frowned at your uncle.



"If I hear something then I'll let you know, maybe ask Parrish?" Scott smiled and waved to your mother who hurried out onto the drive, quickly handing Scott a box of last night's dinner.



"Thanks Lydia, Malia should be coming over so if you wanted to come down..." He started and she hugged him while silently shooing you out of the rain.

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"Sure we'll be there." She promised and hurried after you, both of you waving at him from the doorway.



"Hey Mom, Can I go see Parrish tomorrow?" you asked and she paused, frowning when you fixed her with an innocent look.



"Sure, but if he's busy you have to leave him to work." She smiled and let you head up to your room.





"Allison?" You asked, sitting the opposite end of the table from the girl you'd seen plastered in pictures across Isaac and Scott's houses.



"How can you remember what isn't yours to forget?" She asked.



"Excuse me?" You hummed not understanding what she meant as you followed her to a door that was slightly opened.



"Don't leave it open." When you turned around she was gone and you had the option to either sit at the table or go through the door.



Slowly you pushed through the door, shoving the door shut behind you, finding yourself in a dark room. You slowly stepped forward your footsteps echoing around the cold room. Eventually you came across a figure slumped hopelessly against a wall, staring at the floor as if he was day dreaming.



"Hello?" You called and their head snapped up.



"Hey... it's ok... someone will remember you!" the boy blabbered and got to his feet.



"You're Stiles right?" You asked nervously as you looked up at him.



"Yeah... who are you?" He frowned.



"(Y/N) Martin." You mumbled and he crouched down a little, inspecting you closely. "Lydia Martin's daughter."



"Course you are." He smiled. "They've moved on, huh?"



"No... I think they still know that something's missing." You tried to explain and he seemed to understand what you meant.



"What about my dad?" Stiles asked and pointed to the door you'd just come through.



"Oh he retired and moved nearer Melissa, she's running the hospital now." You grinned before pausing. "The Jeep, in the woods is that yours?"



"She's still going, good for Roscoe." He chuckled.



"I don't think the engine turns over and... she's... covered in branches but it's probably fixable." You smiled as he opened the door for you and grabbed your arm.



"Listen to me, you can't come back here again, if you leave the door open there no telling what'll come out..." He let go of your arm and made sure you stepped through. "Always make sure you wake up."



You gasped and jerked up, the sound of you yelping drew your mother into your room, feeling utterly confused and exhausted you hugged onto her and whimpered as you tried to make sense of everything.

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