Here's Chapter 2 of Welcome Home. As I said before I don't own Teen Wolf or the characters. Enjoy!

When Stiles awoke, he noticed three things. The first thing he noticed was his head was killing him. The second thing was that he was in a small room strapped down to a cot. There were straps around each wrist and ankle and a strap across his chest. He pulled against them but it did no good. These were meant to hold people even bigger and stronger than him. For once, he wished he were a werewolf, or at least had the strength of one. The third thing, and the most disturbing thing, was that he wasn't wearing his Lacrosse uniform anymore. He had on a plain grey T-shirt and blue sweatpants. Someone had changed him into clothes that looked like something he'd worn in Eichen House.

'Help!' he yelled. 'Help me! Someone please!' Stiles stopped and rolled his eyes at himself. Of course no one would help him. He was in a nut house. He wasn't the only one calling for help. So, the teen was resigned to lie there.

Being back at Eichen House made Stiles anxious. Not to mention the fact that he had been kidnapped. As he lay there he could hear other people crying out, people talking to themselves, and it was enough to drive any sane person over the edge. He wondered if anyone would come for him. His mind wandered. He thought of Scott and hoped that he and Liam would realise that he was missing. He hoped that Brunski would be stupid enough to turn his phone back on and that his dad would be able to ping the GPS. He hoped for any kind of savior to get him out of the awful place. The place that had too many bad memories; the Nogitsune, Oliver, Malia. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut. He hated to associate Malia with this place and what had happened.

The sound of the door opening brought Stiles from his thoughts. He opened his eyes and lifted his head a bit to get a better look at who had come in. It was just nurse. Not Brunski. 'Ah, you're awake Mr Stilinski,' the young woman walked over to him. 'How are you feeling?'

Like I don't belong here? Stiles thought to himself. Out loud he said, 'My head is killing me from being electrocuted.' He tried to gage her reaction, but she remained impassive. She started taking his pulse.

'Well, if you didn't get violent when your father and the orderly that wouldn't have happened.' She spoke like she was speaking to a naughty child.

Stiles' eyes widened. 'My dad?'

The nurse nodded. 'You're father called last night saying you had started acting up again and that he wanted you here. Mr Daily went to pick you up. He had to use force and when you fell you split your lip open.' Stiles licked his lips and realised the bottom one was swollen.

'That did not happen,' the teen said before he could stop himself. The nurse looked at him with a look of surprise.

'You're pulse is a little high, but that's to be expected,' she said. 'And once you stop lying to yourself, we can start helping you.'

The teen groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. 'Ok, I know you won't believe me but I'm going to try anyway.' Stiles opened his eyes and looked at the nurse. 'Brunski was the one who came to get me, but not from my house, from school. I don't know how he's alive but he is. He kidnapped me from the locker room.' The nurse just looked at him with a confused look. He sighed. 'I knew you wouldn't believe me…'

'Erin, what are you doing in here?' The nurse turned to look at the doorway. Stiles raised his head again and was met this time with the site of Brunski. He was disguised with latex and make up but Stiles recognised his cold eyes.

'I was checking on Mr Stilinski. I heard he was awake.'

Brunski didn't take his eyes off of Stiles. Stiles returned the look with an overconfident glare. 'Well, he's fine, you can go now. I want to have a chat with him.'

Erin looked unsure. 'If he's fine, can't I let him up?' She started to undo one of Stiles' wrists. Stiles felt some hope return.

'No,' Brunski said taking hold of Erin's hand. 'He's still a danger to us and himself.' He smirked. 'Now leave.' Although she still looked concerned, Erin started to leave.

'Wait!' Stiles yelled. 'That's Brunski!' Erin glanced back but still left.

Once the door shut Brunski turned to Stiles and pulled off his disguise. The boy was scared to be alone with the maniac, especially since he had tried to kill him once before. He tugged against the restraints. It was an automatic response. Brunski lunged forward suddenly and wrapped his hands around Stiles throat. Stiles' air was cut off and he struggled more. One of his hands came free and he used it to punch Brunski in the side of the head. The orderly was caught off guard by this and let Stiles go. He staggered back a few steps, holding his head.

Stiles didn't relish in his small victory though. He turned and began to undo the other wrist strap. However, the sound of electricity stopped him. Stiles looked back at Brunski who had his stun gun out and on.

'Let me strap you back down or I'll have to use this again.' The teen dropped his hand back to his side. Brunski smiled. 'Good boy.' He put his stun gun away and secured Stiles' arm back down and checked the other. He made sure they were nice and tight. Stiles closed his eyes, trying to refrain from crying. Electricity flowing through his body made his eyes snap open. The orderly was grinning above him.

While Stiles convulsed, Brunski leaned over and spoke right in his ear. 'This is what you get for coming in here with Lydia and ruining my work.' He shoved a handkerchief into Stiles' mouth then held the stun gun to the boy's chest. Stiles' back arched and he squirmed in his restraints. A scream escaped him but was muffled by the cloth. Tears streamed down his face and his vision darkened. The last thing he saw was Brunski's grinning face and the bruise starting to form from where Stiles had hit him. Through the pain Stiles grinned.

'Come on, can't you sense anything?'

'Scott, I'm trying!' Lydia snapped. 'Don't you think I want to find him?'

Scott sighed. 'Sorry, I'm just really worried.'

'We all are,' Derek said.

'Not all of us,' Peter said with a grin. A glare from the rest of them shut him up.

When Stiles' trail ended in the parking lot, Scott called Lydia and Derek to help. Peter, unfortunately, had followed. However, Lydia wasn't able to sense anything and Derek was still having problems with his wolf side since being taken by Kate. Scott was at a loss.

'We should call his dad,' Lydia said.

Scott shook his head. 'He's got enough to deal with. I don't want him to worry.'

'But maybe the police can help us,' Liam said. 'That's what police do. Find missing people.'

'Fine,' Scott resigned. After a short phone call, Sheriff Stilinski and Deputy Parish were at the school. They looked around and anything the werewolves and banshee could have missed.

'Has anyone else been in here?' The Sheriff asked.

'The whole team,' Scott answered. Parish continued to look around and the Sheriff leaned in closer to Scott.

'And the trail ends outside?'

Scott nodded. 'He was by his bag, then he went to the end of the row, and then was taken outside. Whoever took his also went through his bag. His phone is gone.'

Stilinski's eyes widened. 'The kidnapper took his phone? We might be able to find it with GPS.' He turned to Parish who was examining the floor. 'Find something?'

Parish shook his head. 'Just the blood they pointed out.' He looked up to meet the Sheriff's worried expression. It wasn't a lot of blood so it's not like Stiles was going to bleed out or anything but it was still his son's blood. 'Is Lydia still here?'

'Yeah, she's outside with Derek, why?' Scott asked.

'Well, she's a Banshee, right?' Parish asked. 'Maybe using Stiles' blood would help find him.'

'I don't know why we didn't think of that,' Scott said with a sigh. 'I'll go get her.' He ran outside and came back in shortly with Lydia reluctantly following.

'I've already been in here. I couldn't sense anything.'

Parish went to meet her. 'I know this may be hard on you but Stiles' life could depend on you. Can you try touching his blood?' He pointed to the small blood splatter. Lydia started to shake her head. She had already held a dying Stiles in arms. She couldn't have his blood on her hands. 'Please, Lydia,' Parish said breaking her from her thoughts. 'It could save his life.'

Lydia took a deep breath. 'Ok, I'll do it.' She walked over to the small drops of blood and knelt down. Biting her lips, she closed her eyes and put her finger in Stiles' blood. When she opened them again, Lydia was shocked. There in the blood she had written out a single word. Lydia didn't remember doing it. She stood quickly and nearly fell over but Parish caught her. Then she screamed.

The word written in Stiles' blood was 'Echo.'

There's Chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Please review!