Theo looked at the guns pointed at him, he held his breath unsure what to do the phone was in his hand his thumb ready to press dial for Scott. He closed his eyes as he felt his heart hammer against his chest. He heard the guns click and he held his breath waiting for the pain of the bullets but instead nothing. He felt his skin prickle and tingle and the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood up. "You can open your eyes, Theo." He frowned at the voice and open his eyes to see Stiles standing there.

No men and no guns.

His frown only deepens when he looked down to see the hunters passed out or dead on the ground. "They are not dead," Stiles said as if he read his mind. He walked into the room stepping over the unconscious men and over to Theo. "You okay?"
"Am I okay?" He asked, "H-How can you even asked that I thought I was going to die." He said, Stiles, snorted at him and turned to leave. Theo watched as the teen stopped at the door and looked back at him.
"You coming? Or do you want to spend another night in your car?" The whiskey eyed teen asked him. Theo didn't ask him anything he just followed him; he tipped toe over the hunters and walked outside with him.

Once out side he felt something different about the air and he turned to Stiles who stood there looking out across the parking lot. "I thought you went to the FBI?" Theo asked, he saw a strange looked appeared on the teen's face he looked back at Theo and he saw a strange colour flash so quickly in Stiles' eyes that he thought he was seeing things.
"I had to come home." He said "Something had happened… to me, I need to come back." He said, he looked down at his hands and then rubbed the palm before looking back up. "Come on you can have the spare room." He told him. Theo turned to his car and blinked the hunters has sliced his tires.
"Son of a bitch." He growled, Stiles looked at it and tilted his head,
"My car is just down here." He told him. Theo turned quickly and watched Stiles climb into the car that was not the blue jeep.

He then followed the other teen something felt wrong this was not the Stiles he knew, he wondered what happen to him. He got into the other side next to Stiles "Why are you helping me after what I did to you?" He asked, as the other teen started the car and drove off.
"I had to save you, I had a dream that you were going to be attacked." He told him, Theo scratched his head. "Look I don't understand what is going on but since the Ghost Riders things have been happening to me. I haven't told Scott this but Peter had bitten me when we were at the train station, for some reason beta bites are different there, since then I-I don't know." He said quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Since my mother's death I've had these nightmares and for a long time, I thought they were just nightmares. But when I dreamt of the night Scott got the bite, it was just beats and pieces I saw Peter, Derek… as I said bits and pieces. But the moment he bit me it all become so clear."

When Stiles walked through his front door Noah appeared in the hall way he shocked to see him, the sheriff stood there with a glass of whisky in his hands looking at his son and the other teen behind him. "Hi, dad." He smiled at him and went to hug him. Noah warped his arms around him and pulled him in close, closing his eyes he breathed in his son scent. Now the sheriff may not be a werewolf but he knows when his son smells different. He pulled back and looked at him with a raised eye brow as he looked up to see Theo stood in his door way.
"Hello, Sheriff."
"What the hell is he doing here?" Noah growled,
"He needs a place to stay, and by the way, there is a group of hunters passed out on Deaton's floor."
"What?" Stiles took his hoodie off to show he was wearing his FBI T-shirt. "Stiles what about your…"
"I-I can't dad I want to just walk away and let whatever happens happen as along everyone I know a care about isn't involved but that's not going to happen, not with what I saw." He told him, Noah frowned and looked at Theo who shrugged. "He's going to have the spare room and if does something naughty you can shoot him."

The next day he met up with Scott, the young wolf jaws dropped as he saw Stiles standing in his bedroom "W…What are you doing here?" He asked looking wide eyed, he looked the same as ever, but something was different but what he didn't know. Stiles smiled at him as he rubbed his hand, which is now bandage.
"What's wrong Alpha not happy to see little old me?" He asked, with a fake smile Scott raised an eye brow and wrinkled his nose…since when does Stiles call me alpha…he thought
"What's wrong?" He asked
"Don't know Scott you tell me?" He asked, Rats, spiders, and dead wolves? And you didn't think I need to know?"
"Y-Your message, we didn't want to…"
"For god sake Scott!" He yelled, "Derek is FBI's most wanted Theo was almost murdered and you have a dead Hell Hound and Gerard is up to his old fucking tricks." Scott's jaw dropped and then frowned as he sniffed the air.
"You smell different."
"I've changed." He whispered
"I can see that wait- wait did you say Derek is FBI's most wanted?"