Guest: Glad to know someone likes it! :D Answer to your question: nope, there will be no slash in this story. I know too damn well that it's very hard to find a story with no slash so I wanted to create one like that...

This chapter is really short. Sorry. But more will come soon and the plot is building!

Third chapter

By the time he finished talking, he felt like hours had passed. Outside, it was entirely black, and only the moon offered little samples of light in this part of the world. Thomas's throat was dry. Maybe because he had screamed too much a few hours ago, plus the fact that he just resumed in a long hour everything that happened, everything that he remembered.

Well, not everything.

He didn't tell them about Chuck. Maybe because he didn't feel ready yet. Maybe because he thought it was easier to ignore the problem for now.

Everyone around him considered him with a frown and he felt again like the greenie.

"So right after the soldiers came, your head started to hurt, and you fainted, is that right?" Deaton asked, his gaze not leaving Thomas's.

The teenager nodded. "At first I thought that the pain was caused by the light, y'know, the light of the real sun blinded me and the sand was scorching, so I didn't really pay any attention. But then... it got worse and I saw weird stuff... Like an opening into the air, an ajar door..."

"You ran to it."

Thomas swallowed with difficulty. "I don't know what I was thinking. I only worked on nerves, so... yes, I ran. I guess I tried to escape those soldiers, or whatever those guys were. I wanted to..." (go back to Chuck)

He didn't say it. He closed his mouth shut and pressed his thin lips together.

Deaton let a warm hand on Thomas's shoulder as if he was trying to comfort him. Thomas tried to smile but he quickly understood the corners of his lips wouldn't twitch and his smile turned into a wince.

The longer Stiles looked at Thomas's face, the more he wanted to puke. He could imagine too well that teenage boy who looked so much like him surviving deathly trials, losing the people he cared about, going through pain and loss and coming into that lab only to find out he was special, some kind of a survivor. He could imagine that too damn well.

Maybe because he had been through events like those two weeks ago.

Deaton stayed silent, probably in deep thoughts, and the others were still frowning.

"Either you got knocked out really well to come up with this harebrained story, either you live in a different dimension." Derek said. His gaze stayed focused on the ground, and he had folded his arms.

"I had enough of memory loss." Thomas spat.

"Well he isn't lying either." Scott commented. "I listened to his heartbeat the whole time and it didn't went up, it didn't went down."

"Y'know, you should all listen to me more." Stiles declared. "If I say someone's evil, that person's evil. I was right with Matt, yes? So when I say Thomas is nice, everyone should agree."

"Yeah, your evil-senses didn't tingle that much a few weeks ago." Isaac snapped. Everyone turned to him as if the Beta had lost his mind but Isaac didn't seem to care.

Stiles's gaze didn't trail down from the werewolf's face and his features became rigid, as if it was frozen in ice. His eyes were suddenly cold and void of emotion but hatred.

"Maybe no one told you, but I tried to kill myself because of what it had committed. I thought that if I died, the world would be better off without me. I know I was right. So stop blaming me for something that I couldn't control, for something that made me go through hell and back, because yes, I would've chosen to stay in hell if it meant for Allison to come back." His cold tone sent a shiver down Thomas's spine. It took him some time to acknowledge that the hatred wasn't directed toward Isaac, but toward himself.

Isaac blinked a few times. Maybe he was thinking of a good comeback but Scott squeezed his arm and a glance at his Alpha stopped him.

Deaton suddenly stood up and took a very enigmatic face. "I think I might have a clue." He broke the ice and for that everyone was thankful.

Thomas looked at him. He was certainly thinking that the druid had the answers to all of his questions.

"It is as old as time, but it has never been proved." Deaton clarified, staring at the empty air. "There is a theory about this and a lot of my colleagues talk about it but they've never actually seen it."

"What is it?!" they all claimed.

"If he says time-travel, dad's gonna kill me." Stiles mumbled. The darkness in his eyes was gone and Scott let out a sigh of relief.

"Parallel worlds." Deaton replied.

"I've heard about it once when I was a kid." Derek nodded. "But my mother told me it was a legend."

"If you wonder, I have an other idea: the world we live in is just an illusion and either Thomas' world is real and he fell into the same illusion as ours, either we're all in an other world without realizing it and we've dreamt about our lives here from the start."

"Rejected." Stiles refused. "What's happening here is way too real."

"What we've fought, what we've been through, all of that was too real to be fake." Scott added, taking Stiles's side.

Isaac and Derek agreed with the boys, Deaton pouted.

"Because werewolves are real for you?" Thomas suddenly said, taking them all off-guard. "I don't know about you guys, but I bet your story is as crazy as mine."

Stiles swept away his words with a hand gesture. Then he froze, hand in the air.

("He could be right.")

"Let's just stick with the parallel world idea, Deaton." Derek suggested.

Scott nodded. "If parallel worlds do exist, how the hell did Thomas find his way here?"

A loud knocking suddenly resonnated and all the heads turned to the door. Isaac's eyes immediatly shone yellow and he groaned.

Derek gestured him to stay still and he silently made his way to the door. Scott followed him, thinking they may use the strength of an Alpha.

Deaton had stood up along with Thomas and Stiles. Once again, the hyperactive noticed how tensed his twin's body was.

Derek mouthed "at three" at Scott who nodded.

Once that count expired, they brutally opened the door.