Wren's outfit:

Chapter Eighty-Nine
⚡Memory Found⚡

"The tunnel gate's locked. Everything is locked." Lydia said as she ran into the bunker and Scott closed and locked the door behind him. "Think it'll hold them off?" Malia asked as she walked up to them, "Probably not." Scott said and Wren shook her head. "Definitely not." She said.

"You guys aren't hoping I'm gonna be the optimist, are you?" Malia asked and Wren chuckled as she walked past her, "Never." She said as she walked up to the metal ice box. "So, how cold does this thing get?" Scott asked as he walked up to stand next to Wren, "Cold enough for a Hellhound. It's not the same thing as the ice bath we gave Isaac, but it can lower your core temperature past anything a human can survive." Wren explained.

"So, what does freezing our asses off have to do with our memories?" Malia asked, looking at Wren crazy, "It'll slow your heart rate and put you in a trance-like state." Lydia said and Scott raised his eyebrows. "Like hypnosis." He said and Wren nodded, "Hypnotic regression. If we can figure out how to work it." She said and Malia glanced around.

"This says start. So, maybe it's not that complicated." Malia said, pointing at a button on the side while Scott looked at the other side where a bunch of knobs and dials where. "...It's complicated." He said making them sigh quietly. "So, optimistically, how much time do you think we need to do this?" Malia asked and Scott looked over at her, "As much time as Liam and Stilinski can buy us." He said.

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Malia pressed the start button and it came to life. "Okay. It's doing something. You ready?" Malia asked, looking at Scott who was now shirtless. Scott looked at them before slowly walking into the box and closing the door. He looked at them through the small window and nodded making Wren lock it.

"Remember, this will get cold enough to kill you. So, if something feels wrong, or, like it's not working..." Lydia trailed off and Scott just nodded, "It's going to work." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows. "I hope you're not saying that because you think we know what we're doing." She said and Lydia nodded in agreement, "I'm saying that because I know you can figure it out."

Wren sighed softly and nodded before turning all the dials making cold air blow into the box. "Oh, okay. All right. Yeah, that's cold. Really cold." Scott said and he hugged his arms close. "So, what are we supposed to do? Talk to him? Help him remember? Wait 'til he turns into a Werewolf freezy-pop?" Malia asked looking over at Wren and Lydia.

"We need to guide him, keep him focused." Wren said before looking over at Scott, "Scott, you have to think about him. Concentrate on Stiles. Try to picture him in your head. Think about what he looks like, things he's said." She said and Scott nodded. All of the sudden the machine made a noise and started beeping making them look around alarmed.

"I don't like this. Something's wrong." Malia asked and Lydia shook her head slightly, "Wait. Give it a few more seconds." She said. Scott groans before slamming his hand down on the window, "I'm getting him out of there." Malia said and went to grab one of the handles but Wren grabbed her arm.

"Wait!" She said when she saw Scott relaxing, "Scott... Can you hear me?" She asked calmly and Scott slightly looked up with red eyes. He didn't say anything for a few seconds before his eyes started fluttering, "Scott, don't fall asleep. You have to keep your eyes open." She said.

"I'm trying..." He mumbled and she sigh softly, "It's not sleep. I think you're losing consciousness... And, if you do that, I think we're gonna lose you." Wren said and Scott didn't say anything as his eyes kelt fluttering. "Scott, stay awake! Scott!" Malia yelled.

They watched worriedly as Scott seemed to be in a trance. "Scott, try to find him." Wren said as Scott glanced around the box but it was obvious he was seeing something else, "Try to find him in your memories." She said calmly. "Find him in any memory! Good or bad!" Lydia said and he frantically glanced around.

"What's happening to him?" Malia asked worriedly and Lydia shook her head, "I don't know." She said. "He doesn't look good. He looks...Lost." Malia said and Wren nodded and sighed, "Because he is. I think it's too much information. Like he's getting buried under all the memories, being overloaded by them." She explained and Malia looked over at her.

"So what do we do to help him?"

"Scott? Scott, do you hear me? You have to try to focus!" Wren yelled as she lightly tapped on the window. "You hear that?" Malia asked after a few minutes as she walked over to the door, "Thunder?" Lydia asked as Malia listened for a moment. "Maybe." She said and Lydia sighed, "This isn't working." She said looking over at Wren who didn't keep her eyes off of Scott who now had his hands to his ears.

"Then we have to figure something else out." Malia said as she walked back over, "I know. I know." Wren said. "Is he gonna freeze to death in there?" Malia asked and Wren sighed, "If his memories don't kill him first." She said.

"There has to be another way to do this... isn't there?" Malia asked and Lydia shrugged anxiously, "I don't know! This is our first attempt at trying to open a dimensional rift in space-time, so we're kind of fumbling around in the dark, okay?" She said.

"I'm getting him out." Malia said and Wren grabbed her arm, "Wait-" She said making them look at her. "What?" Lydia asked, "We're not the only ones fumbling around in the dark." Wren said and Malia just looked at her confused.

"What does that mean?"

"We have to treat this more like actual hypnosis. They use images to guide you through memories. Like a stairwell- the steps take you down through one year of your life to the next. That's how they regress you back." Wren explained and Lydia nodded along, getting what Wren was meaning, "So, he needs to imagine something." She said and Wren nodded.

"What do we tell him?" Malia asked and Wren looked back at Scott. "Scott? Can you hear me?" She asked calmly. "Scott, listen... Imagine this you're in the 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." She said calmly.

Scott's eyes shot open as his body calmed. "Wren, I need your help. I don't think I can do this. I can't figure it out." Scott said after a couple minutes, "Keep looking." Wren said. "There are memories, but I don't know which one's the right one. What am I supposed to do?" He asked, "Find another memory. Just find another memory."

"It's getting too cold. He's getting too cold." Lydia said as the window started to frost over making Malia turn to them. "What if it's not enough to remember him? What if it's some kind of a connection he's supposed to make because of a memory?" She asked.

"Like an emotional connection?" Wren asked and Malia nodded, "That could be why it worked for Stilinski, right?" She asked and Lydia nodded slightly. "He wasn't just remembering someone. He was remembering his son." She said and Wren looked at Scott.

"Scott? Scott, can you hear me? Listen, I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you guys to live after graduation. He said you were getting an apartment together. And I remember 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." She said.

Lydia watched for a minute going to unlock everything, "What are you doing?" Malia asked and Lydia glanced at her. "We have to get him out, he's dying." She said before opening the door. Scott fell out making them instantly catch him

"What? What's wrong? Why'd you bring me out?" He asked, "Your heart rate dropped- you were gonna die." Wren said and Malia nodded. "We had to." She said making Scott look at her before looking back at the box with furrowed brows.

"But, then... But then nothing happened, did it? It didn't work." He said before standing up, "I'm going back in." He said making Wren quickly stand in front of him. "No, you're not!" She said, "It was working. Something was happening, I could feel it." He said and she just shook her head. "But nothing was happening out here. Nothing, Scott. All we saw was you freezing to death." She said and he tried to move past her but Malia pulled him back.

"You're still too cold." She said and he sighed, "We can't give up now." He said and Malia shook her head. "We're not. It's my turn." Malia said before taking off her shirt making them looked at each other warily,
"I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too."

"It's too dangerous." Lydia said and Scott slightly shook his head, "Not as dangerous as doing nothing. She'll probably handle the cold better than me." Scott said and Malia nodded. "If it's all about connection, then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time."

"She'll need a visual." Scott said, looking over at Wren making her sigh, "Okay fine, I have an idea. But Malia, I swear, if your heart rate goes down like Scott's, or if we think you're going to freeze to death-" Wren said and Malia cut her off. "Then get me the hell out of there." She said before walking into the ice box.

Lydia shut it and locked it while Wren stood in front of the window. "Imagine you're in the library. There's book all around the place " Wren said calmly and waited a moment. "Can you see yourself there? Are you in the library now?" She asked, "I'm here. I'm in the library."

"Can you see the books?"

"I see them." Malia said and Wren glanced at Scott and Lydia for a second before looking back at Malia. "Concentrate on them. The books on the shelves are your memories- everything that's ever happened to you. Find the shelf that has all your memories of Stiles. Try to find a memory where you made some kind of connection with him." She said calmly.

"Did you find something?" Lydia asked, "I definitely connected." She said making Wren furrow her brows for a moment. "Malia?" Wren asked when she noticed Malia had closed her eyes, "Malia, open your eyes." Scott said. "Malia, can you hear us?" Lydia asked but Malia didnt make a move or sound. "Malia, you have to open your eyes." Wren said and then all of the sudden Malia's eyes shot open and her hand pressed on the window.

Scott and Wren instantly went to get the door open but Lydia tapped their arms. "Guys, look! Something's happening." She said making them follow her line of sight to see a bright green light shine through the greats as the room shook slightly.

Wren looked back at the box when she heard Malia gasp. "She's freezing to death. We need to get her out." Wren said before quickly unlocking it and opening the door.

Blake and Lydia started to turned the box off as Scott wrapped a blanket around Malia, "What are you doing?" He asked when he looked over at Wren and Lydia
"It's too dangerous. We're not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death." Lydia said as they turned to them.

"But it was working, wasn't it?" Malia asked and Wren sighed, "There was a light and a strange noise. No Stiles." She said with a slight shrug. "But I remember him now. I can see him in my head." Scott said and Malia nodded in agreement, "So can I."

"He's more real now than he's ever been. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back!" Scott said and Lydia sighed, "There's a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being." She said and he nodded slightly.

"I know. Which is why I think it should be you." He said looking at Wren who looked at them for a moment before signing. "I won't last two minutes in there." She said and Scott sighed, "Then think of something else. Malia's right. It's all about the connection. When I was remembering him, I was also remembering the two of you together. I don't think anyone had a connection like you guys." He said making Wren glance down and take a deep breath.

"I saw it, too. You have to try, Wren." Malia said and Wren looked up at them and nodded, "Fine but I can't do this, it'll kill me pretty quickly." Wren said and they nodded, "What other options are there?" Malia asked.

"Hypnosis." Lydia said after a couple seconds making everyone look at her, "We're gonna hypnotize Wren?" Scott asked and Wren nodded. "Yeah, that could work. Perfect." Wren said and Malia and Scott just looked at each other confused, "But we don't know how to hypnotize someone."

"Our mother had a hypnotist who helped her quit smoking. She had us see the same one when I was ten." Lydia said and Scott looked at them with wide eyes. "You guys smoked when you were ten?" Scott asked making them roll their eyes as they looked around.

"No! I bit my fingernails and Wren had sleeping problems... which kinda makes sense now." Lydia said as  Scott set a candle down on a table as Malia held up a small torch. "Will this work to light it?" She said and Wren's eyes widen a bit before shrugging and nodded, "Yeah sure." Wren said and Malia turned it on and lit the candle.

Wren grabbed out piece of paper and a pen before writing something down and set it down in front of everyone, "What's that?" Malia asked. "An induction script. One of you guys is going to have to talk me through this." Wren said and Malia picked up the paper, "So I just read this?"

"Well, you have to soften your voice. Keep it relaxed, but not monotone. Go for clarity, not volume. Try it." Wren said as she concentrated on the flame for a second before slowly closing her eyes. "Take... a... deep... breath... and... look... at... the... candle-" Malia said really slowly making Wren suck in a sharp before before grabbing the paper and holding it out to Scott and Lydia.

"One of you do it." She said making Malia pout slightly as Lydia grabbed the paper. "Take a deep breath and look at the candle. Feel the muscles in your body begin to relax. You hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing. As you relax, imagine you're in a classroom." Lydia said and Wren closed her eyes before opening them again to see that she was sitting at a desk in a class room.

"In front of you is a journal filled with memories of you and Stiles. Everytime you turn a page a new memory will start. All you have to do is open the journal."

Wren looked at the journal in front of her before slowly opening to a page and everything around her slowly faded into a memory.

Stiles glanced around to see Jackson and Allison dancing and Lydia dancing when her date making him turn to Wren. "Wanna dance?" He asked and she pursed her lips as she glanced around, "Not really..." She said. "Come on, you love dancing." He said making her laugh and look at him with raised eyebrows, "Since when?" She asked.

"Since now." He said as he stood up, "You gotta dance at least once on your birthday." He said and she hummed slightly. "Convince me." She said and he thought for a second, "Dance with me because I'm your best friend who you can't say no to?" He asked and she pursed her lips. "Good but I need a little more." She said and he nodded and thought.

"Dance with me because I'm the one person who knows you the best, probably better then your sister does. I know that you're obsessed with Harry Potter and Star Wars. I know that you love Edgar Allen Poe. I'm probably the only person who knows that you secretly love cheesey romance novels and movies. I know that your biggest dream is to write a book that becomes New York's times best seller." Stiles said making Wren smile softly.

"Nobel." She said making him furrow his brows, "What?" He asked and she stood up. "My biggest dream is to write something that wins the Nobel prize in literature." She said before grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the dance floor. He smiled widely as he pumped his fist which she couldn't see.

Wren smiled sadly, her eyes started to gloss over before she took a deep breath and turned the page again.

Stiles turned to see Melissa walk in, "You find a tape player?" He asked and she shook her head, "No... But I found someone looking for you." Melissa said before letting Wren walk in and then closing the door. "Hey." Stiles said and Wren smiled awkwardly, "Hey, I wanted to come check up on you. Brunski hit you pretty hard." She said and he smiled softly and nodded.

"I'm okay. How are you? You're the one who got a needles in your neck." He said and she nodded, "Melissa checked me over, nothing got in my system so I'm fine." She said and he nodded. They stared at each other awkwardly before Stiles sighed.

"Wren, I'm really sorry." He said and she sucked in a deep breath and nodded, "I know. I uh- I should- I should go check on Lydia." Wren said and turned around to leave before Stiles could say anything. She went to open the door but the handle wouldn't turn. "It's locked." She said and Stiles looked at her confused.

"Why would she lock the door?" Stiles asked as he walked over and tried to open the door, "Uh... Hey, Melissa? Melissa!" Stiles yelled but obviously didnt get a reply. "I'm sure I break it. Argent taught me how to break door handles." Wren said and Stiles sighed and shook his head, "No, I already owe this hospital enough money..."

"Why would she lock the door?" She asked and Stiles shrugged, "Maybe she didn't mean to." He said and she raised her eyebrows at him. "People don't just accidentally lock a door." She said and he just shrugged again and slightly shook his head, "Okay, well, maybe she wasn't thinking, exactly? Or wasn't thinking it through? You know, people sometimes do things without thinking them through..." Stiles rambled.

"That's completely idiotic." She said and Stiles shook his head, "No, even smart people can do idiotic things! You know, 'cause they think that it's the right thing... And I don't think we should hold it against her, you know, for the rest of her life! Especially because she's tried apologizing hundreds of times through texts and voicemails..." he said and she raised her eyebrows.

"Is she gonna keep doing it?" She asked and Stiles nodded slightly, "She might..." He said and she sighed. "We're not talking about Melissa anymore are we?" She asked and he looked down and slightly shook his head.

"Wren, you've been my best friend for years. I don't want a really idiotic decision I made stop us from being friends. I mean, that's the whole reason I never told you about my crush on you... I wasn't supposed to say that..." Stiles rambled and Wren's eyes widen slightly. "You have a crush on me?" She asked and he sighed, "Yeah..." He said.

"For how long?" She asked and he squinted slightly, "Since 3rd grade..." He said