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amatchinwater · 2 years

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When Trust is Earned

Warnings: blood, injury, canon-typical violence,

Ch 11/14 (Ch 10)

Amplification/Lie Ability (ao3)

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“Why are we here again?” Stiles asks in annoyance, leaning against one of the library tables. He’d rather be anywhere else. His home. Theo’s. Hell, even the tunnels sound more appealing. Who fucking cares where, to be perfectly honest. Just not here.

Theo closes the book he was flipping through, putting it back on the shelf with a chuckle, “you,” he pops his head around the stack, “aren’t the only one who wants to get Lydia out. Scott texted me saying he has a plan to save her. Asked us to meet him.”

Stiles sputters out a laugh, “Scott has a plan? Scott? I find that very hard to believe. And even if he does,” he crosses his arms, unable to prevent the eye roll, “I highly doubt it’s a very good one.” Okay, so maybe he’s still a little put out by the way Scott treated him about the whole Donovan scenario.

“Probably not,” the Alpha laughs under his breath, closing the small space to put himself between Stiles’ thighs. “But maybe the guards will be distracted by whatever stupidity he’s half thought out long enough for us and the rest of the pack to slip through and get her out.” Theo grips his waist, kissing Stiles softly, “in a few hours, Lydia is going to be safe, okay?”

The chimera squeezes his Alpha’s forearms, “yeah. Yeah, okay.” Stiles pulls a smiling Theo into another kiss, paying no mind to the scent of the wolf invading the library. Just maybe, Stiles curls his fingers into his mate’s jacket for a second longer than necessary. But it got Theo to kiss him longer and chuckle into his mouth. So, the chimera will take that as a win.

“Good to see you’re here together,” Scott snips. Something tells Stiles it was supposed to be a friendly statement. But it oozes disdain.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “you asked us to be here,” he reminds him with no less coldness in his tone than offered by the wolf. “We’re here. Talk.” Theo laughs through his nose, clearly proud with the chimera no longer taking shit from his ex-best friend. The Alpha moves back so that Stiles can stand up straight, Theo takes his place beside him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Stiles-” Scott’s voice softens immediately and the chimera just laughs.

“For fuck’s sake,” Theo cuts him off. “We’re here to talk about Lydia, not listen to whatever pisspoor excuse for an apology you’ve concocted in attempt to brainwash him into feeling guilty again.”

“He can talk for himself,” Scott growls.

“Yes, he can,” Theo agrees with a shrug. “He’s stronger than you give him credit for and is no longer blinded by your bullshit. But I have no problem helping him when someone like you can’t seem to take a hint. A firmer hand, if you will. So either tell us your plan or we’ll leave. It’s that simple.”

The chimera laughs at the face Scott pulls. “You’re seriously going to let him speak for you like that?”

The laugh and smile wipe clean off Stiles’ face, “nothing he said was wrong. I don’t mind my mate sticking up for me. It kind of comes with the territory.”

“Mate?” The wolf’s eyes widen with shock. “That can’t be right.”

Pulling his shirt away from the crook of his neck while Theo laughs to himself, Stiles glares at the Beta, “what do you call this then? This is the last time I’m going to say it. Talk to me about Lydia or I’m walking out.”

Seeing he’s not going to get anywhere further in that conversation, Scott huffs. “Kira is going to cause a brown out at Eichen. It’ll be enough to unlock all of the doors without causing the place to go into lockdown.”

That’s actually not awful.

Stiles is almost impressed.

“You still have the mountain ash to worry about,” Theo interjects, curling a hand around the small of Stiles’ back. He leans into the contact with a smile. That’s a very fair point. “We can get through it. You can’t.” Another perfect point.

“What do you really want here?” Scott narrows his eyes at the Alpha.

“Well for one, I know you saw the fresco when you and Stiles were looking through the tunnels together. A hellhound and the Beast fighting over a pile of bodies. I’d like for myself and my pack to not be part of that pile.” Theo looks at him with a soft smile, “plus, I can’t deny him anything.” He faces Scott with a smirk, “if Stiles wants Lydia out, then she’s getting out. Plain and simple.”

“She’s the only one who can pull the teenager out of the Beast,” Scott takes a step towards them, making Theo fix his stance, grip around the chimera tightening. “We need her help.”

Stiles growls, “see, that’s the difference between me and you.” The chimera scoffs, utterly pissed off, he gets in the wolf’s face. “Lydia’s being tortured and all you care about is what she can do for you. I just want her safe!”

“If we can save whoever is trapped in the Beast with Lydia, then I’m getting her out,” Scott argues. Stiles snarls at him and the wolf has the gall to look hurt.

Theo chuckles, grabbing Stiles’ wrist and pulling the chimera back into his arm, “then I guess we’ll just have to see who gets to her first.”

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“So we’re really letting them do this?” Josh asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet outside the front door to Eichen.

Theo, beautifully taking on his role as Alpha set his features soft, but stern, the epitome of proper leadership. “I know you’ve gotten better at controlling the amount of electricity you take from something, but you’re not perfect yet.” Stiles had intended to talk to him about how he presents himself as an Alpha, but from what he can see here, the chimera no longer feels the need to.

They trust him.

“Kira isn’t either,” the raiju retorts.

Which, fair point. But that probably has more to do with the fact that Scott��s made her afraid of her own shadow than her lacking actual control. She needs someone to teach her properly. Every step closer Noshiko gets with her, Scott pushes her at least another two back. It’s really fucking aggravating and Stiles hopes that he can help the kitsune to get away from him. Provided she’s not too blinded by her love for him.

“Can you, with absolute certainty, cause only a brown out? Not send this place into lockdown?” Stiles asks.

The Beta curses under his breath, “no,” Josh mumbles.

“And that’s okay,” Theo puts a reassuring hand on the raiju’s shoulder, “you’ll get there. I’ll keep working with you on it however long you need.” Keep working? What happens when Stiles isn’t there? Theo being a functioning Alpha, it seems. “But for now, we’ll follow through with the plan. Let Scott do whatever half assed attempt he has going for him and then we swoop in and get Lydia. Okay?”

Josh nods, his scent losing some of its hurt from his Alpha’s kind words. “Yeah, okay.”

“You ready?” Theo asks him.

“Let’s do this,” Stiles pushes the front door open, finding the room empty save for Shrader behind the front desk. He smells Corey somewhere in the room too. He showed up about a half hour ago to make sure the door was unlocked for them.

Shrader looks up from his paperwork, surprised that someone walked into the building. “Visiting hours are well past over,” he takes in the group of three walking towards him.

“We’re not here to visit,” Stiles flashes his blue eyes at the man. The nurse’s own widen as Corey comes up beside him fully visible once again.

“We’re here for Lydia Martin,” Theo smirks, yanking Shrader through the small glass window before he can say anything in argument. Slamming the nurse on the ground, the Alpha hits him in the back of the head, knocking him out and taking his key card. Tossing the thin plastic to Stiles, he says, “Go. We’ll take care of the guards.”

Stiles debates for half a second. Clutching the key card in his hand until the edges dig into his palm, he rushes to give Theo a kiss. One last nod to the other Betas and the chimera takes off for the patient’s wing. Rounding the first corner, he smells two wolves and then hears Liam telling Scott to hit him.

“I’ll get angry enough and then we’ll be able to break the door down,” the Beta tries to reason.

They haven’t noticed his presence yet, so Stiles laughs, swiping the keycard through the slot and sauntering through the now open door, reveling in the fact that they can’t follow him with the mountain ash intact. “Maybe you should rethink who you’re loyal to, Liam,” he turns to face the blonde. “Theo did what Scott wasn’t willing to do,” the wolf in question growls. “He saved Hayden. Now watch me save Lydia because of him too.”

Winking at the shocked wolves, Stiles runs towards Lydia’s scent. The thick smell of her blood burns his nose the closer he gets. Once in her room, she’s in even more restraints than before and there’s blood staining her pillow and she’s soaked. “What are they doing to you?” He asks, mostly to himself as he tries to undo her restraints.

“He’s coming!” Lydia rushes out, grabbing the hand trying to unbuckle her wrist. “You’ll die if you stay here.”

While it’s amazing to hear her voice again, Stiles wishes it wasn’t something so dark. “I’m not leaving you here!” He argues, though he can hear the footsteps getting closer.

“You have to,” her green eyes dart towards the door, “Stiles, go! Please!”

Snarling, the chimera flees from her room, ducking into the empty cell next to hers just as Valack rounds the corner. He’s going to get her out of this dammit. Stiles doesn’t care if it kills him. She shouldn’t be here. He’s half paying attention to Valack telling Lydia about how the hole he’d drilled into her head will amplify her abilities and that he hopes she survives it.

Hopes?

Then, as if that wasn’t enough of a metaphorical kick to the balls, Valack adds another, “is Scott going to save you?” The man sneers. Stiles refuses to call this insane man, this monster, a doctor. He won’t.

“Someone’s coming,” Lydia drones. “But it’s not Scott.”

“I can’t believe this is a medical establishment,” Theo growls.

Thank god. Stiles comes out from his hiding spot, clinging to the back of Theo’s shirt. If he’s here, the chimera doesn’t have to hide. They’re stronger together.

Regarding them with clear distaste, but also sickening curiosity, Valack asks, “what does a pack of chimeras want with a banshee?”

Theo smirks, wrapping his arm around the chimera’s shoulder, “what can I say? Stiles gets what he wants.”

“Well, I hope he wants a hellhound too.”

“Wha-” Stiles tries to ask, but then there’s a bright light, intense heat, and a loud roar.

“We gotta move!” Theo slashes through Lydia’s bindings and tries to get her away, doing his best to carefully drag her weakened form out of the room. Stiles can hear fighting as he turns to help his Alpha with the banshee.

“Sorry, Theo,” Valack says and then there’s a whirring noise. Theo yells, dropping Lydia as he crumbles to the ground in pain, holding his bleeding calf. “I’m not done with her yet.”

Stiles is knocked off balance when the man jerks Lydia away and runs down the hall with her. Before he can chase after them, Corey, quite literally on fire, crashes into Stiles and they fall to the ground with a hard thud. The smoking chimera lands right on top of him. “Sorry, Corey,” he mutters, rolling the Beta off of him and getting to his feet. He rushes to catch up to Valack, only to have a door slam right in his face. “No!” Stiles shouts, pushing, pulling, banging on the door with all of his new supernatural strength, but the damn thing won’t budge.

“Let me try,” Theo snarls from behind him, eyes blazing red. Pissed about being wounded and Lydia getting away. Proving his leg either doesn’t hurt or has already healed, Theo kicks the door open in one powerful motion.

That’s hot.

Give him a break, they’ve had sex twice when both of them had blood on their hands. He’s allowed to be inappropriately turned on by Theo doing something like that at a time like this, okay? Stiles allows himself two seconds to amazed with his mate, “I fucking love you,” he says before darting through the door.

He hears Theo right behind him, when they reach the base of the stairs, “I have her scent. Come on, this way,” the Alpha says, opening a door that leads to the men’s showers.

Taking in the shaking, terrified men crouched in the room, Stiles gets nauseous. “Jesus, I don’t miss this place. At all.”

Theo grabs his arm, pointing at him for emphasis, “I will kill literally anyone who tries to put you in here again. Do you understand me?”

“I know.”

The Alpha’s nostrils flare at someone huddled over a grate near the corner. The scared man moves out of their way when they take a step closer. Lifting the heavy mental, Theo regards it with a scowl, “this goes to the tunnels, doesn’t it?”

“For fucking miles,” Stiles growls at himself, clenching his hands into tight fists. “Theo, they could be anywhere by now,” he doesn’t bother to stop the whine. Fear for the banshee growing to an all time high. Secondary locations and all of that.

“We’ll find her,” Theo looks him dead in the eye, determination flooding the room. Then he hops down the hole.

Stiles doesn’t think twice, he climbs down the ladder and closes the grate before popping his head back up, startling the men again. “Sorry if we scared you. I’ve been here before and I know this place sucks. You are not the monsters they claim you are.” Some of their hollow eyes light up around a small smile, others just look less scared. He knows just how badly this place can fuck with your head and that most people here, don’t deserve to be. He’ll take that small win of making them feel like people even if for just a moment.

Closing the gate once more, he catches up to Theo.

They spend who knows how long in the maze of tunnels beneath Beacon Hills. Not feeling like they’re any closer to finding Lydia. There's no way they've covered it in its entirety either.

“Dammit,” Theo growls, leaning against the pipes along the walls. “I lost her scent.”

Stiles scrunches his own, “too many chemicals. Among other things,” he gags at the scent. It’s fucking awful and it kind of smells like death. Stiles doesn’t know how Theo held her scent for as long as he had. “Wha-” he’s cut off by a loud, shrill scream. Startling the Alpha to attention and making Stiles whip around wildly before facing Theo again, “which way did that come from?” He asks, not having honed all of his skills just yet. Self teachings and what little time Theo’s been able to teach him have been few and far between with everything going on.

“It’s not you,” Theo looks absolutely shook. “It came from everywhere.”

“Should we split up? Cover more ground?”

“No,” Theo argues, smelling along the walls. “I’m not losing you, too. Let me try and find her scent again or see if I can hear her at all.”

The Alpha leans towards the pipes again, “wait. Break it,” Stiles says, finding an actually useful bit of information from school. Theo looks confused. “The sound will travel through the pipe and you’ll hear better,” the chimera explains.

“Duh,” Theo groans. Stiles will chalk it up to the stressful situation they’re in. He knows the Alpha is smarter than that. He was raised by fucking scientists for crying out loud. He’s far from stupid. Theo punches a hole in the pipe and leans in to listen. Stiles tries his best to be quiet, though he desperately wants to ask if Theo can hear anything. “I hear her and Valack, but I can’t tell which way it’s coming from.”

“Okay,” Stiles punches a hole in the same pipe but next to himself. “Come here,” he instructs and Theo dutifully does as told. “Hang on a sec,” Stiles goes back to the hole Theo created and covers it with his hands. “Listen now. Does it sound louder or quieter?”

“Quieter,” Theo confirms and before Stiles even has to explain, they both take off in the opposite direction they’d come.

The two chimeras come up to double doors that they hadn’t seen before even being down here on a regular basis. But of course, they won’t budge. “Lydia!” Stiles shouts, hearing her’s and Valack’s muffled voices on the other side. They both bang on the doors, kick, yank, and nothing. Lydia screams again and both chimeras cover their ears, yelling at the piercing sound damn near cracking their skulls. Her screams always hurt his ears, but good god, on his supernatural hearing, it’s a killer.

And then it stops. What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing and expecting a different result? They’ve never heard of the word and Theo tries the handle again. This time, however, it pops right off. Lydia’s scream must’ve broken whatever lock was in place. Bursting through the doors, Stiles sees her sitting in an operating chair with wires attached to her temples. Valack is dead on the floor with half of his face missing.

He’s glad he was on the other side of the door now.

“You came back,” she croaks.

“Always will,” he assures her.

“We’re getting you out of here, Lydia,” Theo says, helping Stiles get the other cord off of her face.

The banshee startles, grabbing the Alpha’s wrist, “you can’t.”

“Lydia,” he gently grabs her shoulder, “shut up and let me save your life.”

Both Stiles and Theo put one of her arms around their necks to help get her out of the room. Turning the corner, Parrish pops up. Not quite on fire, but the cracks in his skin are a vibrant orange. That’s actually really fucking cool if he’s being honest.

“Stiles,” Theo growls, no doubt worried about a fight.

“Let him take her,” Stiles tells him quickly. “He won’t hurt her. He can’t.” The Alpha looks at him like he’s grown an extra head. “Banshees and Hellhounds are connected. He needs her. Jordan will help us get her out.”

Begrudgingly, Theo lets Parrish scoop her up in his arms as she lets out a shrill scream, almost like an amplified whine. It’s no less painful than the last. The three set off in a jog, getting out of the tunnels much faster than had they tried to help her limp her way out. Josh and a very charred Corey are waiting from them by the jeep once they’re topside and Jordan puts Lydia in the backseat. Stiles climbs in after. “What the hell happened to you?” He asks the raiju who seems jittery.

Theo helps Corey, who's nearly passed out, into the passenger seat before racing to the driver’s seat. Skirting the tires and leaving Parrish at Eichen so they can get Lydia to Deaton’s.

“He’s working on healing himself for starters,” Josh’s eyes dart around. Like he’s high. But Stiles knows that’s impossible. “Kira was able to cause the brown out, but the amount of electricity overwhelmed her. I took what I could from her.” Now it makes sense. He’s literally hyped up on power right now. “It was a lot more than I thought. I’ll be fine in a few hours.”

“I’ll take some of his pain when we get Lydia safe,” Theo says from the front seat.

“How far?” Stiles asks, Lydia letting out another shrieking cry, causing wetness in his ears.

“Hopefully not much,” Josh says, dabbing his finger. The digit comes back red when he shows Stiles.

The Alpha snarls, “fuck,” slamming his foot on the accelerator. Flying through the streets and pushing Roscoe to her limit. Her poor tires come to a screeching halt, Theo throws himself out of the car, rounding to the passenger side. “You two get Lydia, I’ll grab Corey. Maybe Deaton has something for him that’ll help.” He nods to the side, breathing a mumbled, “if he’ll help.”

Josh and Stiles carefully carry the banshee into the building. Black veins run on the Alpha’s arms around the chimera he’s carrying. “Deaton,” Stiles calls, “we could use some help.”

“Mr. Stilinski,” the man says dryly, “I don’t think-” his mouth clamps closed when he sees the state of the two teenagers. “To the back,” he’s already opening the counter for them to come through. “Put her on the table. Theo, I’ll be with you in a second.”

The Alpha adjusts his stance, rolling his shoulders, “I’ve got him.”

Placing the banshee on the metal, she writhes, trying to scream again. “You two might want to hold her down,” Deaton digs through his drawers. He comes back with a nasty looking goop and a wide syringe. “This isn’t going to be pretty,” he fills the vial and presses it into the hole in Lydia’s head.

The reaction is immediate. A yell of pain and more small, high pitched cries. Stiles is getting lightheaded being this close every time. Deaton pushes it into the wound with his fingers and the two chimeras can no longer hold her. Lydia jolts up, screaming the loudest yet, exploding the windows before slumping back to the table. Stiles throws his body over her head, spreading his flannel to protect her from the broken glass.

“Theo,” Deaton clips, brushing glass off himself. Not angrily, meant to get his attention more than anything. The vet’s hands are already holding a jar of something Stiles can’t see through. His Alpha shakes the glass from his hair and rushes to the man, holding Corey out a bit. “This isn’t a miracle cure by any means. But it should help speed up his healing. It will need to be applied everywhere he’s burned,” Deaton explains, starting to rub the cream into Corey’s face. “Twice a day over the next forty-eight hours.”

“Understood,” Theo nods. “Thank you.”

“I’d say we’re even now, Mr. Raeken,” Deaton tells him without emotion.

Theo nods again.

Stiles brushes the stray pieces of glass off the banshee’s cheeks, “Lyds?”

Josh brushes at the back of Stiles' neck, more glass clatters to the ground. Nice to know someone is looking out for Stiles when he isn’t. Lydia’s heart is beating and she’s breathing, that’s a great sign. But Stiles would really appreciate it if she’d open those beautiful green eyes. Give him something to let him know she’s truly okay. The bells above the door chime and Mason and Natalie barrel into the back room.

“Lydia?”

“Corey?”

“He’s going to be okay,” Theo tries to calm the human cupping the chimera’s face. “Deaton gave us a salve to help his healing. He’s probably going to need help applying it.”

Holding his hand out to Deaton, “I’ll do it,” Mason says without hesitation.

The banshee’s eyes pinch farther closed and she groans, stirring on the table. Stiles could jump for joy, but he still kind of feels like his heart is going to fall out of his ass. “Mom?” Her voice is strained beyond belief.

“I’m right here, honey,” Mrs. Martin rushes over to hold Lydia who’s trying to sit up.

Stiles backs off to give her space.

“He saved me, mom,” Lydia whispers, finally opening her eyes. A soft smile on her lips when she looks at the chimera, “Stiles saved me.”

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Ch 12

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amatchinwater · 2 years

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When Trust is Earned

Warnings: canon typical violence, blood,

Ch 7/14 (Ch 6)

Status Asthmaticus (ao3)

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How come you let it get so bad?

Malia’s words are still ringing in his head as she parks in front of the police station after taking him to get Roscoe on a tow truck. Theo had to go back to the clinic so that Scott didn’t suspect anything and Lydia is still working with Parrish. Working meaning she’s sitting in front of the cell he’s decided to lock himself in after they found the Nemeton.

He feels like a giant asshole. Stiles had been so swept away by Theo that he’d quite literally forgotten that he was in a relationship with Malia. Though, to be fair, neither she nor Scott seemed to notice the change in him. It’s time to end things, Stiles knows that. To be frank, he should have done it a long time ago before the chimera had even shown back up to Beacon Hills. This isn’t Theo’s fault. Stiles isn’t really so sure it’s his either. He and Malia never should have been together in the first place.

Now he just has to man the fuck up and do it.

“Want me to wait for you?” Malia asks, her tone still a little clipped from their conversation on the way here.

One can only drop so many metaphors until it becomes blatantly obvious what they’re trying to say. “No, probably going to take a while.” Stiles says, trying to bide himself a moment of how to word this properly so that Malia isn’t devastated. He’s breaking up with her, not trying to be inherently cruel.

“Because you’re going to tell him about Donovan?” The coyote floors him with a single question. How the fuck did she know? “I saw the bite on your shoulder the day Liam and Hayden were missing. Your shirt had bunched up and that didn’t look like something your jeep could do. Last I checked cars don’t have teeth.” Stiles isn’t really sure what to say, so he lets her keep talking. “It didn’t matter to me that you killed him. That’s why I never said anything.”

Killed him. Not protected himself. Not self defense. Killed him. There’s so much unsaid in the silence that’s damn near suffocating him. That she didn’t say anything because she thought he was capable of murder and couldn’t care less. The fact that Malia even thinks to begin with that he could just kill someone in cold blood. “It matters to me,” he shakes his head, opening the car door and getting out. Patting the door he says, “goodbye, Malia.”

The look on the coyote’s face tells him that she realizes he’s breaking up with her and Malia’s eyes get red with tears. He won’t say sorry. Can’t really when another person in his life proved that they truly don’t know him at all. For once thinking about his own feelings, Stiles simply walks away and heads into the police station. He’ll feel bad about kissing Theo before they were actually broken up, but that’s about it. Not that he did it. Stiles refuses to feel bad about that.

Walking through the doors, Stiles sees the lights are off in his dad’s office. He must be out on a call. There’s only a handful of deputies sitting at their desks. The perks of being him, they all give him a smile and nod as he goes into the office to wait for his father to return. Slumping in the chair, Stiles tries not to think about the events of the past few days. Merely one: Donovan. And how the hell he’s going to explain to his father what he did. All the chimera knows is that he has to. His dad deserves to know the truth.

No matter the consequences.

The lights go out and an alarm starts blaring. Stiles jumps to his feet, the second he opens the door an overwhelming scent of smoke fills his nose though there’s no fire. Parrish. All the deputies are on their feet, guns at the ready. Parrish rounds the corner with glowing orange eyes, like fire trapped in his irises. “No, don’t!” The chimera shouts at one of the policemen. “Just let him go!” All he can think of is his jeep flipping over and doesn’t want to find out what Jordan can do to an entire building if he doesn’t get past.

Whatever the hell Parrish is, struts out of the station without so much as a glance in their direction. Stiles can’t help but feel like they had an incredibly close call just now. Yanking his phone out of his pocket, the chimera texts Theo what happened and to come and get him from the station. He really hates not having a car of his own to drive. But he highly doubts the deputies will let him take one of theirs.

Rushing out to the parking lot, Stiles paces in the gravel, biting his nails while he waits for Theo to show up. He doesn’t bother checking his phone, but some time later, the blue truck pulls up and the chimera hops out of the driver’s seat.

“Sorry,” Theo huffs, “I got here as fast as I could.”

Stiles isn’t really paying attention to the other chimera’s words, opening the passenger door with a little more force than necessary, “we gotta go. Now. Parrish is on his way to a body right now.”

“Okay, wait,” Theo tries, “Stiles, wait!”

“Parrish it out!” The chimera slams the door closed, “we have to tell Scott.”

“Stiles,” blue eyes regard him gently, “you know he doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”

His eyes roll on instinct alone, “I’m aware. But I don’t really give a shit.” Stiles fights another eye roll, but his scoff comes through, “this is more important than his precious feelings. This affects all of us, whether I want to deal with Scott and his bullshit or not.”

Theo chuckles, he smells proud, but his brows shoulders are set like he’s angry, “Scott may not want to talk to you. But your dad does,” the other chimera flashes a small card in the air. Stiles’ eyes widen when he sees that it’s his library card. The one he’d tossed to keep his lie to his dad that he lost it. “I covered for you. This was taken care of.”

Hang on. “You covered for me?” They weren’t even together yet. Not that they are now. Shit. Okay, chill the fuck out. “Why?”

“I told you, I want a pack,” Theo reminds him like he can’t believe Stiles forgot. “The werecoyote whose first instinct is to kill. The banshee surrounded by death.” Stiles’ anger rises with each word. “The dark kitsune,” he continues, walking in a circle. It’s then Stiles realizes that he hasn’t seen Kira in weeks. Has no idea how she is or what she’s doing. “The Beta with anger issues. I came back for Void Stiles. For you.”

Stiles’ heart plummets hearing Theo say Void. He feels used. Lied to. Betrayed. He really thought Theo wanted him. Bile rises in his throat thinking of how he’s grown to trust the other chimera despite everything. How Stiles likes, maybe even loves him. Seeing someone repeatedly save your life and tell you they want and care about you will do that to a person.

“But that doesn’t include Scott,” Theo seethes. “He’s with Liam having a nice little ‘chat’.”

“He’s gonna kill him.”

Theo shrugs, “Scott won’t save Hayden. Let’s just say with the super moon, Liam is a little upset. I’ll tell you where your dad is if you promise not to go to Scott. You can’t save them both, Stiles.” Something’s wrong with his dad? Anger doesn’t hold a candle to how Stiles feels right now. “He’s hurt, but I promise you, I didn’t do it. I just know where he is.”

“So,” Stiles hates that his voice shakes. “This was all to get to Scott?” The chimera’s blood boils. He’s a fucking chimera now. He wants Theo. But it was all a ploy. A game of Theo’s making to kill Scott. Theo never wanted him, only the potential for Void. He should’ve known better. Stiles did know better. He’s swinging before he has a chance to think twice, fist connecting with Theo’s cheek.

The other chimera laughs, “there he is! It felt good, didn’t it?” Theo makes a ‘come at me’ with his hands, “come on Kitten, hit me again. I can take it.” Theo laughs again at the chimera’s hesitancy. “Don’t worry, we can keep this from Scott too. Can’t really lose your best friend, right? Please,” Theo tsks, “you never needed him. I’ve been a better friend in the last two weeks than he has in years. He makes you weak!”

Yelling, Stiles punches the other chimera hard enough that he stumbles to the ground. Still laughing, increasing Stiles’ anger ten fold and he lunges to ensure Theo stays down. Fingers curl into the other chimera’s jacket. “This is why you turned me?” Stiles’ eyes betray him with tears. He hates that more than the tremble in his voice. “Make me a chimera, make me l-like you,” he internally punches himself almost saying love, “but it was all just to get back at Scott. Was I part of the joke? Haha, Scott, I stole your best friend, is that it? It all started with you turning me, didn’t it?”

Theo chuckles underneath him, “No, Kitten. For me, this started the second I told you I came back for you.” The other chimera leans up, making Stiles sit in his lap. Theo wipes the blood from his nose, “I had you when you watched me work out,” he wraps his arms around the chimera’s waist and Stiles relaxes into the hold despite himself. “But if you want to know the real start. When you really fell in love with me?” Theo gets in his face, noses touching, he drops his voice to a whisper, “it’s when you cheated on your girlfriend with me on the roof.”

Stiles goes through a series of emotions in a matter of three seconds. Shock that Theo knew he meant to say love and not like. Awe at the fact that his body is reacting to the other chimera like he hadn’t just punched him. Realization that Theo’s right, Stiles loves him so fucking much. And finally acceptance. A willingness to still be here, trapped by those blue eyes that have told him everything. The strong arms holding him that have saved him time and again. The heart beating under his finger tips that have shown him so much compassion that Stiles almost can’t handle it.

“Even if Scott or Void wasn’t a factor, I’d still want you Stiles.” Theo’s voice softens and his brows lose their tension. “I have no problem treating people like pawns. But not you. You mean too much to me, Kitten,” his fingers dip under Stiles’ hoodie to rub small circles, flaring goosebumps everywhere. “Are you ready to admit that to yourself? No more lies. From either of us. Join my pack? Be with me?”

Stiles nods, his heart pounding in his chest as he leans in to seal their mouths. Seems fitting that the first time their lips connected Theo was covered in someone else’s blood, that now agreeing to be with him it’s the chimera’s own. By Stiles’ hand no less. A promise of what he’ll do in the future should Theo be lying to him now.

“Let’s go get your dad,” Theo whispers against his mouth. “Then come to the library with me. I’ll show you that even after I get what I want, that I’ll still want you. Void or not. Chimera you seems just a fiery.” With a growl, Theo digs his fingers in and grinds Stiles against him, “I love it.”

“You better,” Stiles allows himself to smile. To laugh.

“Come to Daddy and I’ll show you.”

---

They get to his dad and take him to the hospital in no time. Liam’s dad assured him he’ll do everything he can to make sure his father is taken care of. Stiles feels weird leaving the hospital rather than waiting until he knows his dad’s okay. But he needs to know that Theo is telling the truth. Because if he’s not, boyfriend- can he even call him that?- or not, Stiles is prepared to kill him himself. No more lies.

Over the last few days, Stiles has worked to learn scents and chemosignals. So when they pull up to the library, he’s surprised when he smells Mason alongside Scott and Liam. Not to mention the copious amounts of blood. Even as a human, he’s smelled death before. He doesn’t right now. Maybe Liam couldn’t go through with it.

Theo’s pissed when they walk through the doors to find Mason trying to keep Liam away and Scott slumped in the stairs covered in blood. “Bad timing,” the other chimera growls and the pair standing whip to face him. “I mean, seriously, you couldn’t have waited five more minutes?” Theo rushes towards the boys.

“Theo don’t!” Stiles shouts. The human and young wolf are the only to acknowledge his presence. Scott seems too out of it to even notice he’s there let alone speaking.

If possible, the other chimera looks more pissed than he did before. And now it’s directed at him. “You said you were okay with this. Change your mind already?”

“No! And I am. Just-” Stiles sighs heavily, “not Mason. He’s innocent. So’s Liam. Take your power, but let them go.” He can’t afford to feel sorry for what might happen to Scott. Not after the Alpha could have such little faith in him. Treat him like garbage. Kick him out of the pack and refuse to listen to reason.

A wicked grin pulls at Theo’s lips once he puts together what Stiles is suggesting. “Move,” he says to the pair beside him.

“Do what he says,” Stiles reasons with the human.

Mason clambers to his side as best he can while dragging an injured Liam. “Why are you doing this?”

“He promised not to hurt anyone else if he gets what he wants.” Which is technically a lie, but also not. Theo may not have said those words, but he made it very clear by listening to Stiles and not hurting Mason.

“So you’re being used?” Mason’s face scrunches, adjusting his stance to hold the wolf upright.

Stiles goes to say no, but Theo shakes his head. Silently telling him to let Mason believe that for now. “Y-yeah. I can’t handle more death,” the chimera says, the words stale in his mouth considering what’s about to happen. “One for the good of the many and all that.”

Theo chuckles at his lie and all Stiles can do is watch as his claws sink into Scott’s chest. The Alpha roars, his eyes glowing red before flickering to gold and eventually going dim, closing when he slumps lifelessly on the steps. Theo turns to face them, his once golden eyes burning a vibrant ruby. “Someone should probably call Melissa,” the other chimera smirks.

“Yeah,” Mason mutters emotionlessly and fumbles to get into his pocket.

Stalking over to them, Theo grabs Stiles by his collar and drags him out of the library and back to his truck. “Dude,” the chimera thrashes in his grip, “what the fuck?”

With another chuckle, Theo shoves him up against the truck, flashing his red eyes again and Stiles’ gold respond. Fuck, if that isn’t a beautiful color on the other chimera. “Mason’s supposed to believe I’m forcing you, right? Had to make it believable,” is all the other chimera says before crashing their mouths together and pressing him into the truck with his body. Stiles moans when the other chimera’s tongue slides against his lip, slipping past his mouth and making him beautifully dizzy. Stiles is gasping for air when Theo pulls back to speak, “there’s one more thing we need to do and then I’ll get you back to your dad, okay?”

“Okay,” Stiles breathes out, still not getting proper air just yet and gets into the truck. Theo drives them towards the water treatment plant. “Why didn’t you let me tell Mason the truth?” He asks, following the Alpha into the operation theater.

“He wouldn’t have believed you,” the other chimera says easily. “He needs more incentive first,” Theo starts filling a massive syringe with green liquid from a container with a body inside. That’s fucking gross. Stiles gags realizing that’s what he was injected with too. “Do you remember how to get to the Nemeton?”

“No,” he replies. He didn’t have any luck with Lydia. But she did with Parish. “But Lydia might.”

“Funny you should say that,” Theo winces, walking towards another room. “Before you freak out, I promise I didn’t hurt her more than needed!”

Following the other chimera, Stiles sees Lydia slumped on the floor, blood dried on her forehead. “What did you do?!” He runs to her side, placing her head in his lap.

“I found her in the library, she figured out what Parrish is,” Theo explains. So not enough to warrant this. “But then she also figured out that Scott was going to die. I couldn’t let her warn him.”

The banshee stirs in his lap, “Stiles?” She croaks.

“I only knocked her out so I could get her here. That’s all,” Theo says seriously. “I’d never hurt her without reason. I know she means too much to you to baselessly harm her.” The other chimera puts his hand on her shoulder and black veins ripple on Theo’s flesh. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Stiles nods, knowing that a were can only take pain if they actually care. If Lydia had warned Scott, Theo could very easily be the one dead. That doesn’t sit right with Stiles. Lydia is alive, she’s breathing. “I don’t care if something is starting here, Theo. You hurt her again and we’re gonna have a problem. Got it?”

“Of course.”

The banshee looks back and forth between them and Stiles can see the cogs spinning in her head as the puzzle pieces fall together. “So you’re together?” She doesn’t look angry or even upset. “It’s about time, honestly.” Her green eyes fall on the Alpha as she sits up, “you know, after Corey, I would have come willingly.”

“Seriously?” Theo blurts out, surprise clear as day on his face. Stiles mirrors it. “I figured you would’ve ran straight to Scott.”

“No, I would’ve gone to Stiles. But it seems like he already knows,” Lydia stands on wobbly legs with Stiles’ help. “If he’s with you, so am I.” Theo honest to god smiles. Stiles couldn’t be more proud or happy if he tried. “What do you need?”

“To find the Nemeton,” Stiles answers.

“Why?”

“I need a pack,” Theo flashes her his red eyes.

“I can’t do that,” she drops her head. “Parrish found it by chance. Stiles had to almost die. I- I can’t do it. I don’t know how,” Lydia sounds defeated.

Theo gives Stiles an apologetic look, “it’s in your memories though. I am an Alpha now.”

“No,” Stiles cuts in before Lydia can say anything. “You could hurt her. Really hurt her.”

“Do it.”

“What?!” Stiles squawks. There’s no way she just said that. None.

Pinching her lips together, Lydia pats his arm, “if this is how I can help, then let me. And,” she cocks her head to the side, “you can’t be mad at him if I’m allowing him to do it. I’ll accept the consequences ”

“I won’t!” Stiles counters. He can’t let her get hurt. Peter was adamant that it’s dangerous even if the Alpha knows what they’re doing. Theo’s never done this before. Who’s to say he won’t accidentally paralyze her. Or worse. Kill her.

“It’s not your decision,” the banshee says firmly.

Theo flicks his claws out, “I promise, if anything happens, we’ll get you to the hospital right away.” Lydia nods, moving her hair away from the back of her neck.

The Alpha’s claws sink in and Stiles winces, helping keep her upright. He wants to throw up. The blank expression on Lydia’s face is startling. “Please tell me you’re doing it right.”

“I see it!” Theo grins, carefully pulling his claws out. “I know how to get there. You okay?” He asks as the banshee slowly sits back down with both of their help.

Lydia nods, but she looks spacey, “go,” she whispers. “I’ll be fine. Go.”

Something in her tone tells Stiles that’s very much not the case, but his feet carry him after Theo.

---

In the preserve on their way to the Nemeton, Stiles’ phone rings with a call from Melissa. “Stiles,” she sounds worried, not distraught, which is very odd. “Your dad isn’t doing so great. I really think you should get to the hospital.”

“What?” His heart slams in his chest, anxiety coiling around him like a vice. He can’t lose his dad too. Stiles doesn’t think he can make it without both of his parents. Losing one was hard enough.

“There’s some kind of poison. The surgery went fine, but he’s not getting better and we don’t know what to do.” Theo looks confused at her statement and Stiles focuses on not throwing up. The other chimera’s hand rubs his back in soothing motions, calming him. “There’s something else. Scott um, Scott almost died.”

Almost?

“Almost? I- is everything okay?” He’s really confused as to why she’s telling him. Wouldn’t Mason have told her that he was there? And why would she possibly think that would be a good thing to lump in with the news about his father?

“Well, he’s alive,” she says.

“But?”

Melissa sighs, “he’s not an Alpha anymore. He- he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for what happened with you two.” Of course he did. “Now, I don’t know what went down with you boys, but I’m sure it can be fixed. Please, if you can find it in yourself to forgive him, please come and see him. He could use a friend right now.”

What about when Stiles needed a friend? Where was Scott then? Oh, right. Kicking him out of the pack. “I have to check on my dad.” He’ll feel bad about it later, his bad blood isn’t with the woman who’s treated him like a son, but he hangs up on her. By the look on the Alpha’s face, he’d heard everything.

Theo growls, “are they still red?” He flashes his eyes and beautiful scarlet orbs stare at the chimera. Smiling softly, Stiles nods, reaching out to entwine their fingers and they walk through the preserve. The touch grounding him so his insides don’t crumble over his father. “Let’s do this quickly so I can get you to the hospital.” Stiles is grateful for the increase of their speed. “Since he’s not dead, wanna play more games with Scott?”

Stiles can see it for what it’s meant to be. A way to try and cheer him up and distract him from the fact that he can’t immediately get to his father. “Like what?” He asks as they come up to the Nemeton. Bodies scattered all around the massive stump like an unmarked grave.

“When we’re done here and we figure out what’s wrong with your dad, go to him. Scott, I mean. Let him think you’re still on his side and seeking forgiveness.” Theo waves the syringe. “I’m about to have incentive for the others and then you can take them apart from the inside.”

“What incentive exactly?”

Theo smiles, “watch this, Kitten. For you and me,” the Alpha injects Tracy and Josh. “For Liam,” by the time he injects Hayden, the first two are now gasping for air. What the actual fuck is going on? Theo’s resurrecting them. Holy. Shit. “And a twofer; Mason who ensures us Liam.” Theo uses the last of the green liquid on Corey, tossing the empty syringe to the dirt.

Stiles stares slack jawed as the four chimeras get to their feet, disoriented.

“What’s going on?” Hayden’s big brown eyes land on him and Stiles doesn’t know how to begin to answer that.

“Who are you?” Tracy asks while Josh and Corey exchange looks.

“I’m your Alpha,” Theo flashes his eyes at them. “All of you?” He turns to face Stiles with a special smirk just for him. A tight cord pulls taut in his chest when Theo says, “you belong to me now.”

Ch 8

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