AN: I'm so happy I got this chapter done before Christmas! :) I didn't look for any mistakes, because I've got no time for that anymore. Otherwise I wish you a Merry Christmas and happy holidays :) xx

Everyone stood in the cell, which was in Argent's basement. The cell, Theo had been in. And now he wasn't anymore. Somehow he made it out, there wasn't even a smell Scott could have followed after. It was as if Theo never had been here. But he had been. The pack had made sure of it and Argent and Isaac had been checking in on him every hour. Scott didn't blame the both. He knew exactly what kind of guy Theo was.

Stiles didn't know how to feel, which was really annoying because it seemed like he was never able to place his feelings right since awaking from the death. Theo had murdered him and wasn't imprisoned anymore. However he didn't feel anxious at all, maybe he should, all the others looked pretty nervous, Stiles felt nothing though. He guessed it was because he couldn't remember Theo. But shouldn't he feel at least something? After all he knew that this was the guy, who killed him and everyone said he was dangerous. Stiles decided to not care for the moment, because he simply didn't want to care about it.

Scott on the other hand started pacing up and down in the small room of the cell. Theo had killed his best friend only one day ago and now he was free again and could hurt somebody else as well. Scott didn't want revenge, that wasn't the way he behaved. But he wanted to try to change Theo, make him better somehow and if he couldn't do that, he would hold him the cell forever, so he couldn't hurt anyone. His first priority however, was to keep Stiles safe. He didn't know how much Theo knew, but he was sure he would come after Stiles as soon as he found out he was still alive. He already wrote the Sheriff about it, he didn't want to know how he must feel at the moment. Stiles was the only person left for Stilinski and he had been so happy to have his son back, only to find out that Theo was free again, only a day after the big tragedy.

"So what are we going to do now?" Liam asked with a worried expression on his face.

At first no one said anything. Everyone seemed to wait for Scott to say something, but he didn't know what to do either. The only thing he was hundred percent certain of, was that they had to find him before something happened. But that was nothing new for all of them. His pack wanted to catch Theo as bad as Scott himself wanted. The question was, how they could do that.

"We could just wait, you know." Stiles threw in. Everyone looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Wait? For what? Til he kills you a second time?" Malia asked humorlessly.

"Why are you making such a big deal out of it? He didn't kill me, because I was a threat to him, he just wanted to get to Scott, which he already did. It wouldn't make sense for him to come after me, especially with everyone looking for him."

Scott looked at his best friend. He sounded so plain while talking about Theo, as if he wouldn't care that his murderer wandered through the town. The old Stiles wouldn't even think about saying something like that.

"Stiles, Theo is dangerous. And I won't risk that you get hurt again or anyone other for that matter.", he said finally to his best friend.

"So what do you wanna do, Scott, huh? Pacing around until you maybe get an idea how to find him? And let's not forget about how to actually bring him down, because I don't think he's just gonna go with you as soon as you find him."

"You of all people would have agreed with me, okay Stiles? You can't remember him and everything he did, that's why you're talking like that." Scott sounded calm and understanding, but Stiles felt utterly alone after those words. He took a step backwards, while shaking his head at Scott, lips pressing angrily as a thin line together.

"Maybe I don't remember him, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. It makes my opinion even clearer, because I'm not blinded by things that guy did in his past." He ended his sentence and crossed his arms over his chest. The defensive move didn't go unnoticed by Scott. The last thing he wanted to do was offend his buddy.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. you're not yourself at the moment."

"I am me, okay? I didn't ask for this to happen, but that's the way it is now and no one can change it, so yes, I am myself. I don't need memories to know my own opinion." Stiles got angrier with every passing second. Scott was supposed to be his best friend, so why was he talking like that?

The pack stood silent and uncomfortable beside them, no one wanted to interrupt the two friends. However the conversation seemed to get out of hand. In times like these, the pack needed to hold together and not fight amongst themselves. So Isaac decided to say something.

"Stiles, calm down. Scott's kinda right. Nobody says your opinion doesn't count, but Theo is really dangerous and we should trust Scott's instincts on this one."

"Why's everyone against me? It's not my fault I can't remember any of you." Stiles didn't want to stand there like a little brat, but he couldn't help but feel all alone in this circle of completely strangers. He wasn't comfortable and he felt like everyone judged him in silence.

"You are usually the one who never trusts anybody and right now we can't be sure to trust you, if you really think Theo isn't a wicked bastard." Malia said without filtering any of her words. She always said what she thought and she wouldn't stop doing it now.

Stiles huffed out a humourless laugh and just stood there for a moment, his mouth agape in disbelief. They didn't trust him?! They all knew each other and could protect themselves, while he stood all alone with people he didn't know and now he was the bad guy? Scott and Lydia seemed to know in an instant what whirled around Stiles head right now and both of them took a step toward him, but he backed away and raised his hands in the air in a mocking way.

"This is ridiculous.", was all he said, before turning around and heading in the direction of the stairs to get the hell out of here. Scott tried again to go after him, but Argent laid a hand on his shoulder and stopped him.

"I need to go after him, he isn't safe all by himself." Scott reasoned. However Argent shook his head at him.

"He needs his space right now and I think he's right with one thing. Theo won't go after Stiles now. He wouldn't get any benefit out of it."

So Scott stayed put, even though he didn't like it. He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he just knew something would happen sooner or later. But for now he couldn't do anything else than to watch the back of his best friend, as he climbed up the stairs, taking two steps at once.

When Stiles jumped into his car, he took a few calming breaths, before starting the engine. He didn't know the exact way home, but he figured it couldn't be that hard to find. They hadn't been driving long from the school to Argent and Isaac, so Stiles was optimistic to find his way back to the school and then to his home. It took him a while to find the place, but that didn't bother him one bit. He kind of needed the calming sounds of his Jeep around him, the familiar material under his fingers of the steering wheel. It grounded him somehow. He really didn't want to overreact back there, but he had been angry and it had felt as if his rage would bubble over any second. No one seemed to listen to him because he was just poor Stiles who couldn't remember anything. Stiles wondered, if it was always like that and if his opinion never really mattered and he normally just swallowed everything he felt down. But how it had been didn't matter anymore anyway, because he's living in the present and not in the past like Scott. He had no other choice than to start over and if he could accept that, his friends should too.

When he finally arrived home, he got immediately out of the car. The day had just began and Stiles couldn't wait for it to end. The first official day without his memories and he already got into a fight with friends. A part of Stiles new he kinda overreacted and that the pack just wanted to keep him safe, but another part, a bigger part of him felt like an outcast.

Slowly he trotted to the front door, walking through a corridor and into a living room that seemed familiar and unknown at the same time. Stiles felt like he was at home, but his brain said him he didn't have a home, because there was nothing he could remember. Stiles scoffed at himself. He had a feeling his brain and his heart would have a few fights more in the future.

He went up the stairs to get to his room, tracing the walls with his fingertips on his way, trying to memorize every bump and scratch. He spent his whole childhood and teenage years in this house, grew up in it. Stiles never realized how much the word 'home' really meant.

Turning unmotivated around a corner to get to his room, he let his body slump against the door frame. He let out a exhausted sigh while looking down at his feet.

"Stiles, hey." Stiles jumped at the unfamiliar voice that greeted him and bumped his elbow against the door frame in process. He swore loudly and rubbed the injured area with a frown on his face. He eyed the stranger, trying to remember him from any of the pictures, but he couldn't place him. The boy in front of him had a friendly smile on his lips, though Stiles could see a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Theo." Stiles guessed and the other teenager's smile grew. So it was him. Every nerve in his body told him to run down the stairs again and out of the house to get the fuck away from that murdering freak. But instead he stayed where he was, only moving a few steps forward to grab the baseball bat that leaned against the wall. He swung it upward, ready to strike.

"You're way more stupid than I thought for coming here."

Theo raised his hands in the air as if he wanted to show he didn't mean any harm. But Stiles reminded the gesture much more of his own, when he had been mocking Scott and his other friends earlier.

"Get the hell out of my house."

"Listen, Stiles-"

"No, you listen. I have no fucking idea who you are or what you did or what you do, and the truth is I really don't give a fuck. So get out or I'm using that bat on you, bastard."

Theo's brows raised up when he heard Stiles words. He was surprised and slightly confused. So he took a step forward, still holding his hands up, before speaking again. "What do you mean by 'you have no idea who I am'?"

"What do you think this means? It means exactly what it sounds like. I can't remember anyone, because someone had killed me and my friends needed to bring me back to life." He replied annoyed. Theo starred at him for a moment before starting to crack up. He let his hands fall down his sides while laughing his ass off. When he looked up again and saw Stiles pissed off expression, he tried to get himself together.

"I didn't expect that, but I can work with that."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Stiles, I didn't want to kill you and I still don't." Stiles scoffed humorlessly at Theo's words. He couldn't believe this guy, walking in his home and telling lies, trying to talk his way out. Theo seemed to notice Stiles' doubts written on his face. He took another step toward him, but seeing how his hands tightened around the bat, he quickly decided to stay where he was. It wasn't like Stiles could really harm him, but it was just the way Theo had said earlier; he wasn't about to hurt Stiles, that wasn't his intention at the moment.

"Yes, I did kill you, but I knew Scott would find a way to bring you back."

"Makes sense to kill someone with the knowledge he'll come back anyway." Sarcasm was tripping of Stiles' tongue, but Theo continued as if the other boy hadn't said anything.

"I knew you would come back and I knew this would have consequences. I just didn't knew what would happen. For me, I hoped you would turn a little more.. void." At the last word, a smirk grew on Theo's face again. Stiles couldn't see through him and that annoyed him. He wanted to know what Theo was up to, but nothing made sense what came out of his mouth. Stiles brows furrowed deep and Theo could practically smell his confusion.

"I always wanted you in my pack."

"Oh and you thought it would be a good idea killing me to convince me? Yeah, no, I heard enough. Get out now." Stiles growled deeply.

"Scott always made me the bad guy, Stiles. He wanted to keep you from me, keep you from making your own decision." Theo explained calmly, standing in a completely relaxed position. If Stiles didn't knew it was Theo he was speaking with, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit threatened. "And now you can't remember anything anymore, but you're against me anyway, what means Scott already put his thoughts in your head." Theo ended with a sad expression on his face.

"No." Stiles bit out. He threw his bat at Theo's direction. It hit him in the chest, but he didn't even noticed it really, his eyes were trained on a furious Stiles stomping toward him and stopping just a few inches before him. "No one's putting thoughts in my head, I can think for myself. And what I think is that I shouldn't trust, shouldn't listento a guy that killed me for whatever reasons."

Theo was pretty impressed with Stiles and even though he wished for Void Stiles, he was content with this Stiles as well. One who didn't shy away from anger. Theo really needed to control his face, his lips itching to smirk in triumph. He couldn't show his cockiness in front of Stiles yet, not when he wanted him to join his pack.

"I want you to go now. Don't make me say it again." Stiles threatened but he sounded more tired than dangerous. And now Theo could see his paler than usual face and the deep dark circles under his golden eyes. He looked like death. Theo smiled.

"I saved you." Theo said whilst walking to Stiles' board. He had looked it up while waiting for its owner and had grinned when he saw his name with a question mark in the corner. He took one of the blue strings and connected his name with Stiles one, before turning to the boy again who eyed him warily. "I freed your mind, Stiles.", he said and then walked without another word out of the room.

Stiles just stood there, in the middle of his room and looked at the blue string connecting his own name and Scott's and then down to Theo's. He let out a shout and slammed his fist against the board, before pulling both blue strings from it, letting them fall onto the floor.

The next day, Stiles woke up to a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. With a groan he turned over and opened his eyes to came face to face with his dad. He had a gentle smile on his face. The Sheriff sat down on the edge of the bed as Stiles sat himself up with a pout gracing his lips.

"You don't have to go to school today if you don't want to." His dad said quietly, an understanding and reassuring tone swung in his voice.

When his dad came home yesterday, he had found Stiles laying face down on his bed. At first Stiles didn't want to talk about anything that happened, but he had a feeling in his chest it would be okay to tell the Sheriff and that he wouldn't judge him for anything. Even though there were no memories of him and his dad together, he felt the connection between them, just like he did with Lydia. So he had told him what had happened between him and Scott and the rest of the pack, told him how he felt when everyone seemed to be against him. The only thing he didn't tell his dad was the fact Theo had been here in his room and that he'd succeed with making Stiles even more suspicious. He did tell him though that he had doubts and didn't trust the pack. And his dad had just listened. He didn't try to talk some sense into him. The only thing he had said was that Stiles should trust his feelings. So he would try to do just that until he figured everything out.

"No, I want to go." Stiles finally said, while rubbing his hands over his face. "I can't hide forever so why starting with it in the first place?"

The Sheriff smiled proudly at his son and petted his arm, before standing up and letting Stiles get ready. As soon as the door closed, Stiles fell back down on the mattress again. He looked up to the ceiling, trying his very best not to fall asleep again. He hadn't slept well the last night, maybe two or three hours. He didn't know if that was part of the 'consequences' or if he always had problems with sleeping. It wasn't just that he couldn't fall asleep, as soon as he slept, he had nightmares. Stiles woke up at least five times that night until he had enough and stayed up. At some time it seemed like he fell asleep though, because the next time he woke up was to the shaking his father had caused.

Stretching one last time, Stiles swung his legs over the edge of his bed and stood up. He trotted out of his room and into the bathroom, starting the shower even though he absolutely didn't want to get wet now. Stiles looked into the mirror, while the water was slowly heating up. He looked worse than the day before. The circles under his eyes even darker and standing to a sharp contrast to his pale skin and golden eyes. His hair was a mess, which he could change after the shower, but he had no desire in styling up anyway.

When he stepped into the warm spray of the shower, he asked himself how he would survive school today. He didn't want to see the pack and definitely didn't want their help, but the truth was, he needed someone to guide him through the school and his classes. Grumbling over his own stubbornness, he started scrubbing shampoo in his hair and after that he washed his body. The soap float down and into the drain until nothing but water coated his body again. Stiles shut off the spray, stepped out of the shower and dried himself. After he rubbed the towel furiously over his hair, it stuck out in every direction. He smoothed one hand through the strands and ditched the towel in the hamper. He stood naked in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. The mirror was clouded and Stiles could only see the outlines of his figure, but that was okay with him. He looked like shit and hadn't really any desire to look at his dead face.

After he cleaned himself up, he went to his room again to dress himself. He pulled on his jeans he'd wore yesterday already, before he reached blindly in the closet and grabbed a shirt. It was a white one. He pulled a grey sweater over it, letting the zipper open. Stiles was happy about the casual clothes. He couldn't have handled it if his closet would be full of designer shirts. He was tired and looked like he got rolled over by a train, twice. At least he could feel comfortable in his clothes. He looked for his converse, finding one under the bed and the other by his desk. After pulling them on, he grabbed his books and shoved them all into his backpack, not knowing which one he actually needed today.

He looked out of the window, the sun was shining outside. The world looked happy and alive, the complete opposite of how Stiles felt. Shaking his head at himself, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it. He opened the folder with all his contacts saved in it. One unknown name after the other flashed before him until he finally found Lydia's name. His thumb hovered over her name, not knowing what to do, what to say. He forced himself to push on her name and called her. It rung three times.

"Stiles! Are you okay?" Lydia's concerned voice answered. Guilt build up in Stiles' stomach and he wanted nothing more than to end the call, so he wouldn't have to deal with it. But that wouldn't be fair.

"Hey Lydia." He greeted quietly, while grabbing his bag and slung it over one shoulder. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Lydia let out a relieved sigh, but her answer didn't follow right away. When she finally said something, her voice sounded softer, less worried. "I'm happy you called."

"I- I didn't know if I should call anybody. But then I thought of you and it seemed like a good idea." Stiles admitted. He didn't just call her because he needed her help around school. Lydia made him feel strange things, he thought it were good things, it felt good.

"It is a good idea." Stiles could hear Lydia's smile in her voice. "You wanna meet up at school?"

Stiles trotted out of his room and down the stairs while Lydia talked. When she asked him her question, he nodded as an answer, before realizing she couldn't see him. "Yeah, but.. well, I don't wanna see anyone else."

"Stiles-"

"Please, Lydia." He said while walking into the kitchen, getting his dad's attention. He looked at his son in curiosity, but got ignored because of the coffee pot. Stiles purred himself a mug and let his bag fall onto the floor simultaneously. Then he finally turned to his dad and sat on the chair in front of him.

"You can't avoid everyone. At some time you're going to bump into someone."

"Well, I can try."

"Stiles." She said again.

"I don't wanna see anyone but you this morning." Stiles said in a quiet voice. His dad smiled at him, which earned him an eye roll. "We meet them for lunch, okay? Tell Scott I see him for lunch, but until then I don't wanna talk to him."

Lydia hesitated on the other side of the line. Scott had called her late in the night and had asked if she heard anything from Stiles. When she'd told him no, he'd gotten even more nervous and worried. Lydia felt bad for her boyfriend's best friend. All he wanted was to keep Stiles save. She wasn't good at picking sides, but Stiles closed himself off of everybody and now he decided to call her on his own, she couldn't deny his wishes. "Okay, I'm going to tell him."

"Thanks, Lydia." He said softly, a smile creeping up on his lips without him noticing.

"Always, Stiles."

Stiles heart was beating so fast, it felt like it would jump out of his chest any second. Damn, Lydia. It felt wrong thinking about Lydia the way he did, thinking about her beauty, how her lips might taste, how good she makes him feel. It felt wrong, because he'd just met her, he only knew her for one day. These were facts his brain knew. His heart on the other hand knew that they knew each other for years, that they were together, that they loved each other. It was all so confusing and frustrating. Stiles wanted to drown in his coffee.

After Stiles had ended the call he had a silent breakfast with his dad. The Sheriff made a joke or two about him and Lydia with a content smile on his face whenever Stiles reacted in false annoyance or with another eye roll. The truth was, Stiles felt pretty comfortable around his dad and this house. It was one of the few thing that kinda felt familiar and save.

The Sheriff was the first one to drive to work. Just like the day before he made sure Stiles had everything he needed and when his son confirmed he was okay and he would drive to school soon anyway, the older man didn't hesitate anymore and drove off.

Stiles, just like he promised his dad, finished his breakfast and made his own way out of the house. He climbed into his Jeep, he really grew to love within the one day. Stiles was nervous. He hoped Scott respected his wishes and didn't speak to him until lunch. It wasn't that much of a difference, but he just wasn't ready yet to face anyone else. So it was kinda stupid to go to school today, but it was like he said to himself earlier. Hiding wouldn't do him any good either.

When he arrived at school, he quickly found a parking spot for his Jeep, even though there were quiet a lot people in front of the school already. Stiles did his very best not to panic as he grabbed his bag and made his way toward the front doors. There were so many other teenagers and he didn't know any of them. His pulse speed up, his breathing came quick, it felt like there wasn't enough air to breath. He stopped in the middle of the crowd. Stiles wanted desperately out of there, but suddenly he couldn't move anymore. His vision blurred, his sight going in and out of focus, while he still struggled to breath. Just as his knees got weak and he was about to collapse, two strong hands slung themselves around his upper arms. He got dragged out of the crowd and to the side of the school, where he suddenly leaned again a wall. The face in front of him was blurry, so he pressed his palms against his eyes. When he opened them again he saw Theo in front of him, which only made his panic attack worse. Stiles tried to get away from the other boy, but he held him in a firm grip, watching him closely.

"Calm down, Stiles. Come on, breath." Theo tried to calm him down. He never had to deal with panic attack before, so he really didn't know what to do exactly. But trying to calm the one down who had the attack seemed logical to him. "Just.. concentrate on my breathing okay. Do it with me."

Despite his trust issues and anger toward Theo he listened to him and focused on his breathing. He tried to breath with him, just like he did it with Scott when he came back from death. Stiles looked at Theo's face and saw nothing else as concern. His brain working over his confusion about this boy brought him back again. His breath stabilized and his heart calmed down to a steady rhythm.

"There you go." Theo said with a small grin and petted him on the shoulder, before going a few steps back to give Stiles his space. He wanted to stay with him, talk to him again and maybe getting him to change his mind. Theo wanted to show he wasn't the bad guy and that he just proved that by helping Stiles. But he knew Stiles wouldn't buy that anyway. That boy had more trust issues than before, which he didn't think was possible before. A flash of read hair in the crowd before the school let him change his plans about talking with Stiles a little more though.

"Lydia's coming." He clapped Stiles on his shoulder again. "I'm gonna get going. You're okay?"

Stiles eyed Theo in front of him, before he nodded slowly. He wanted to make a comment about how Theo seemed to be too afraid to face anyone of Scott's pack, but decided on last second otherwise. Theo had just helped him through a god damn panic attack which hid him out of no where. The last thing he could do was thank Theo by swallowing his snarky comments.

When Theo was gone, Stiles took a few more calming breaths, before he stumbled to the corner of the building in the direction of a worried Lydia, who had seen him before and had ran towards Stiles' hunched over figure. Even before she reached him, she stretched her arms out to him as if she would be faster like that.

"Stiles, what happened? Did you have another attack?" She asked in full concern, while wrapping her arms around his neck. Stiles returned her hug without question. That was something he needed right now. Lydia's form fit perfectly to his body, which made him smile into her hair. He nodded as an answer to her almost forgotten question.

"Who was that earlier? Did he trigger the attack?"

"No, er.. that was someone from the lacrosse team, I think. He helped me." Stiles lied. He hid his face in Lydia's strawberry curls, not wanting to face her, while he lied to her.

"Thank god, he was there for you." Lydia sounded relieved.

Stiles didn't miss the ironic in this situation. If only she knew.