A/N: Here's chapter 4! Your comments on the last one meant the world to me! :)

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Scott sighed as they finally entered the house trough the front door.

"Man, I was so worried we were gonna get caught," Liam spoke what everyone was thinking.

It was barely an hour ago that they, Scott, Liam, Kira and Lydia broke into the school office. Well, Scott liked to think that 'break in' wasn't the right word, more like 'sneak in'. Kira and Liam had distracted the secretary, luring her out of her office, while Scott and Lydia had entered the backroom where all the school records were stored.
Scott didn't like stealing and he always got very nervous doing it but Lydia kept a cool head in the direst situations. She had worked efficiently and in a short amount of time, she had found Theo's and Stilinski's school records.

Now that they had arrived at Scott's place, they could finally relax a little.

"Hey kids!" his mother greeted them, a vibrant smile on her face that froze slightly when her eyes met Liam's. She still wasn't completely over what he had done to her son, probably never would be.
Scott felt familiar sympathy bloom up inside his chest. His mother could be scary if she wanted to be and she wasn't someone you wanted to have as your enemy.

"Is something up or just spending an afternoon together?"

"Oh, you know," Scott mumbled, "A little bit of both," he settled for the truth eventually.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I'll be fixing you guys some early dinner then."

After everyone said their thanks, they went up to Scott's room. Lydia seized into her big handbag to retrieve the documents they had stolen.
They sighed collectively. Finally they were in a save enough environment to look them over.

But when Lydia opened Theo's record while her friends were sitting next to her on Scott's bed and peering over her shoulder, they were disappointed. There was almost no information on him. After the usual data on name, address and his parents, they looked into his grades. They were mostly good or average. Nothing was noted under discipline records and his health record was clean, too. Scott got his hand on the timetable that was included. "He wasn't in English today," he murmured.

"Well, let us look into Stilinski's record then," Kira suggested and took the documents they had temporarily lain to the side. She opened the first page.

"Um, wow," Liam said, scratching the side of his head. "No wonder nobody knows the guy's name. How is that even pronounced?"

They collectively turned to Lydia. She shrugged. "Hey, I've got no idea. It's not like it's important either." She was right. They shuffled back towards the papers.

"There's no information on his mother included," Kira noticed. "Weird." She kept on skimming through the pages. "He's a good student, look at his grades – oh, wow and all that although he's got a learning disability. ADHD. He's taking meds for that it says."

"Adderall probably," Lydia grumbled. "It is often used to treat the symptoms of ADHD. Scott, are you sure that something had been going between him and Theo at that day?"

"He was clearly upset and very anxious the whole time through."

"He had seemed anxious when he had been driving me home, too, Scott. It might not have to anything with Theo, but with his ADHD and the meds he's taking. If it is Adderall, which I'm pretty sure it is, they'd be responsible for restlessness, anxiousness and increased heart rate. Those are completely natural side effects."

Liam groaned. "So this Stilinski is a dead end after all?"

The silence that was almost as good as an answer was disrupted through his mom calling them down for dinner.

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After dinner everyone but Liam had stayed together and started studying. They still had to graduate somehow, after all. Lydia was going around, helping them when they had problems.

At the moment though, everyone was quietly focused on their work while Lydia stared out of the window. So had Stilinski been a dead end? They weren't quite sure, there was still the blood on him that Scott had smelled very clearly. But he could have always managed to injure himself otherwise. Theo didn't necessarily have to be the culprit.
Still, Stilinski had been acting so strange when she had brought Theo up…

This would be all so much easier if someone actually knew this Stilinski boy, but most people didn't even know that he existed. Except-
She remembered that when he had been driving her home, he had been texting with someone. She could still recall the beginning of that one message she had read at that day. Someone had been inviting him for dinner, but the person's number hadn't been saved.

Lost in thought, she typed the digits into her own phone. Her memory kicked ass and she had always been good with numbers – she was good with anything really.
Maybe it was because she was bored, or maybe because she thought they needed to do something if they ever wanted to get somewhere; whatever the reason was, she dialed.

"Yeah?"

Lydia's mouth fell open. She knew that voice. Quickly she ended call. "Oh my God."

Scott and Kira turned their heads up from their books. "What is it?" the girl asked.

"I think you might have been right after all, Scott."

A mix of happiness and confusion bloomed on his face. "With what?"

"Theo and Stilinski. They definitely have something to do with each other."

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Kira inquired.

"Remember that day when he drove me home?" After they nodded, she proceeded. "Someone had been texting him during the ride. Whoever it was seemed affectionate and invited him to dinner. I didn't pay it any attention but I kept the number in mind."

"You kept the number in mind?" Kira sounded incredulous.

Lydia waved her off. "Anyway, I just called the number and guess who answered?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Theo Raeken."

"What?" Scott asked confusedly, "I thought that Theo was giving Stilinski a hard time, not that he was inviting him to dinner. That makes even less sense."

His girlfriend laughed. "Yeah rather sounds like they're dating or something."

Lydia didn't join in on the laughter. "Wait a moment," she mumbled to herself and rushed towards the books that were carelessly lying around. Between them she found what she was searching for: The school records they had stolen.

She flipped through both folders, searching for the timetables. She bit her bottom lip as she compared both sheets. "Just as I thought," she said in a satisfied tone.

Scott had to throw his hands up in the air. "I still don't get it."

She walked over to her friends, holding the sheets of paper up in their direction. "Look at those. I haven't noticed it the first time but they're practically the same. They share almost every lesson."

The creases in Kira's forehead eased as she realized what Lydia had pointed out. "What does that mean?" She asked.

Scott looked back up to Lydia. "That's no coincidence?"

Lydia shrugged. "Of course it is possible. But if we add that to all the other incidents…" She left the sentence hanging in the air.

He nodded, a determined look on his face. "Stilinski was here for far longer than Theo. That means Theo adjusted his timetable to Stilinski's." There was a moment of silence. "Why would he do that?" he asked with frustration. "The tension between them at that day, the injury, and yet the close contact and affection?"

Kira shrugged. "It's not impossible. Some relationships…" she shrugged again, "well, they're not really healthy."

He raised his eyebrows in confusion, but Lydia nodded. "We already know what Theo is capable of. I wouldn't put anything above him."

"Yeah, but why? What is he gaining out of all of this?" It was the million-dollar-question that none of them could answer.

"Hey, Scott can you-" Melissa stopped at the now open door. "Oh, am I interrupting something?"
Her eyes fell on the documents that Lydia was still holding, recognizing them for what they were.
"Oh kids, what are you doing now?"

Scott shrugged. "We're still trying to find out more about Theo," he answered honestly.

His mother raised an eyebrow. "And what about the other documents?" She grabbed them, skimming through the pages. "Stilinski… The Sheriff's kid?"

Surprised, Scott nodded. "Yeah, you know him?"

Melissa raised an eyebrow, a suspecting expression on her. "Why are you asking?"

He shrugged. "We think he might be a lead to Theo."

The mother sighed. Whenever something afflicted her son, she could feel the burden of it weighing her down, too. It was the curse and the blessing of a mother. "'Knowing' might be a little too much. I remember less than ten years ago the Sheriff's wife having an illness. He and his son spend a lot at the hospital at that time. I don't remember much more."

Disappointedly, they nodded. Pieces of Stilinski were coming together, but not in a way that they were searching for. They still weren't much wiser about his connection to Theo.

"You sure that you don't know more?" her son pressed.

"Scott, I don't even really know who we're talking about. I don't- Have you got a photo of him? Maybe I saw the kid and didn't recognize him."

Scott hurried to his shelf, rummaging through the unorganized mess. His face lightened up when he found what he was looking for. Last year's yearbook. After flipping through the pages for a while he spotted the name he was searching for.

"Here," he walked back towards his mother. Melissa inspected the photo carefully, the creases on her forehead deepening.

"Yeah, I remember seeing this boy a view times at the hospital. Didn't know who he was, though. He hasn't been there since some time now. He occasionally had been visiting someone."

Exhaustedly, Lydia rolled her eyes. She didn't know how any of this would help them. "Who was he visiting?"

"That girl who had epilepsy. Erica Reyes." For a moment, there was silence.

"What? Why?" Scott managed to splutter out.

"Who is that?" Kira asked confused.

"Erica used to be part of Derek's pack back when he was an alpha. She was killed by the alpha pack." Lydia answered. "Actually, I'm not that surprised that they were in contact. Wasn't Erica a complete outsider before she became a werewolf?"

Scott nodded pensively. "Just like Stilinski."

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Stiles was lost in thought as he stared through the window into the dark of the night. Theo drove smoothly, it was easy to get lulled in when sitting in the passenger seat.

"What're you thinking about?"

Stiles turned to look at him. The handsome face, the easy smile, the charming words… It should be easy to trust him.

"I want to know what you were referring to earlier."

"I will explain it to you eventually," he answered with an air of finality. Stiles had figured that Theo wouldn't have just told him. The boy wanted something from him, that's why he wasn't leaving his side. Now he had information to get Stiles where he wanted to have him.

Frustrated, Stiles nagged on his bottom lip, turning away from Theo to watch the dark streets again. What he did know was that Scott McCall and his friends were somehow involved in all the crazy that was going on in Beacon Hills. It hadn't been his paranoia playing tricks on him.

Nothing about them made sense. So many clues pointed into their direction, yet at the same time they didn't. Stiles knew that something wasn't right since McCall transformed into a popular jock overnight. Well, actually there had been another incident that had broken the sedating piece that Beacon Hills used to be cloaked in: the corpse in the woods.
From that moment on, chaos seemed to rule this damned town. A suspicious amount of crimes could be traced back to Scott McCall and his circle of friends.

Ever since, some of those had left town. First Jackson Whittemore, later on Isaac Lahey and then one of the twins who had arrived in Beacon Hills not long ago. The other twin, Allison Argent and Vernon Boyd were one of the less lucky. They had been found dead. Just as Erica.

He did remember her with vivid clearness.

He also remembered that one day, over a year ago when he had a terrible headache. He hadn't been able to sleep the whole night, his meds making him extremely restless. At the morning, he had asked his father to call the school, tell them he wouldn't come in that day. They'd be having PE and he hadn't been in the mood for whatever torturous assignment Coach Finnstock would have given them. Other than that, everything else had been perfectly normal.

It was only after the weekend when he had realized that something was extremely wrong. He had met Erica at school – except, he hadn't even realized it was Erica the first time around. Stark make-up, perfectly curled, healthy hair and black leather hugging her curves had made her unrecognizable. But what made him really look twice had been the sudden self-confidence that she seemed to have.
She had been walking with her head high, arms swinging easily, an effortless smile on her face. So unlike how she used to be, so unlike him.

Intimidated, he hadn't talked to her that day. She hadn't talked to him neither.

Stiles didn't know whether they had been friends before, but they definitely used to have each other's backs. They could rely on each other. Neither would be sitting alone at lunch, neither would be embarrassedly left sitting alone when they were assigned to work together in class. If nothing else, it had been a partnership, some kind of camaraderie. Two outsiders connected by their social status. The united front had made some difficulties easier to master.

So he had gone over to her place the next day. She had opened the door, make-up and outfit still perfectly in place although she was at home. But it was the first time she seemed uneasy since the sudden transition.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"I heard you had a seizure on Friday. Wanted to check whether you're okay."

"Yeah, no, I'm alright."

Somehow, Stiles had known that it was over then. He had known that Erica had known, as well. He hadn't been aware what it had been, still wasn't, but the dynamic they used to share had been distorted. Stiles hated to be right. His thoughts were rarely pretty.

As time passed, he saw her sometimes hang around Scott McCall. Most of the time though, she was with Vernon Boyd and Isaac Lahey, two boys who, just like Erica and Scott, became hotshots overnight. They never talked again and Stiles retreated back to his own secluded corner.

The simple suspicion he had festered against that group of people, had evolved into burning hatred. Boyd and Lahey were gone for good though, so was Argent. The only ones left from the original gang were Scott and Lydia. Although neither Yukimura nor Dunbar had been present when Erica had changed, he knew better than to trust any of them.

That was why it had been easy to believe Theo. The other boy was only bullshitting him half of the time.

Cold breeze pulled him out of his thoughts. The door on his side was open, Theo holding it, staring expectantly at him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

Theo held his hand out, but Stiles ignored it, getting out of the car on his own. He didn't object when he felt the broad hand on the middle of his back though. The warm weight was almost comforting – pushing and guiding. He was out of it tonight, confused by what Theo had told him, by what his instinct were telling him to do and by what he actually desired to do. He didn't mind some direction tonight.

Seizing in his pocket, he searched for his keys.

"Can I come in?" Theo's body was close to him, even more so than usual.

Before he could answer though, the door had already been opened, his father standing in front of them. He must have heard them. It wasn't too late yet, maybe he was still watching the game.
The man's face broke into a bright grin.

"Hey, you two! Why don't you come in?" It wasn't like he could decline, forbidding Theo from coming in when his father was right there.

As soon as they entered, Stiles' eyes zoned in on the pile of dirty dishes at the sink. Most of the time, he kept their house spotless. His father didn't have the time or the energy to bother with housework and it wasn't like Stiles had any friends to spend his time with. Especially when he was unable to focus, the chemicals in his blood making him restless, he spent his energy on cleaning the house.

He didn't hesitate to walk towards the sink, pulling his sleeves up and searching for the sponge.

"Stiles, I wanted to clean up afterwards you don't-"

"It's alright," he interrupted with insistence. He was looking forward to completing mindless task, taking his mind of the confusion that was ruling it. His father sighed and nodded, knowing that there was no way to convince him otherwise.

"Come on, Theo, the game's still on. You like basketball?"

Theo smiled politely and nodded dutifully. "Yes, sir." He turned around to send Stiles another look.
"You sure you don't want help?"

Stiles had almost laughed. Theo Raeken, the picture book version of the perfect human being.
"No, go on." He wanted to be left alone for a while.

Theo nodded and went over to sit on one of the couches, his father animatedly starting to talk about his favourite players. Stiles was concerned about letting Theo converse with his Dad, but it wasn't like he could forbid them from talking to each other. And while watching his father's face lighten up in laughter, he didn't want to either.

When he had finished cleaning up, he searched for fruit in the fridge and washed the apples and grapes thoroughly before placing them on a bowl and joining his Dad and Theo. Chips and other junk food had long been banished from their kitchen. Stiles had some secret stash in his own room that was kept away from his Dad.

He joined the conversation only from time to time, Theo having no problem carrying a conversation with his father. Hazily, he remembered that he hadn't taken his dose of Adderall. For once, his heart beat was slow, his anxiety levels low.

He was pulled out of his stupor when Theo stood up.

"No, I really have to get going, Sheriff."

"Oh, call me-"

The piercing sound of his father's phone ringing interrupted him. He cursed, sent them an apologizing look and answered the call. Stiles knew before the man had even said a word that it was the Station. And he really hated being right, yet he often was. Just like this time.

"I'm sorry, Stiles, I have to get to the Station."

He didn't ask what had happened, just nodded tiredly. His father frowned and turned to Theo.

"Do you want to stay the night Theo? It's pretty late."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Dad, I don't need company. And I doubt Theo would like to spend the night on the couch." Actually, he didn't care whether Theo's back would hurt from sleeping on the coach. But he sure as hell didn't want to be sleeping and vulnerable in the presence of someone as questionable as him.

But Theo, the little asshole, smiled brightly.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind, at all."

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A/N: So, this was #4!
I don't know what you think about this, but I fucking love Outside POVs, that's why there was so much Scott and the gang in this chapter.
Also, Erica will not be an extremely large part of the story, rather an explanation for why Stiles doesn't trust Scott and company.
I know there wasn't much Steo this chapter but as you might have guessed there'll be plenty of that in the next one ;)
Oh man, I really thought this would be a three chapter thing or so, but now I'm pretty sure this will be a long time project. You and your lovely comments are the one to blame!