"I am so sorry." Liam says.
"You have said that about eighty times now." He points out.
"Because I really am. I do not know what happened." Liam says.
"It doesn't matter. It is going to heal." He says.
"If…" Liam tries to say.
"No. Stop. I know what you are thinking. Corey probably got inside your head." Theo says.
He does not want to deal with this right now. He is not a real werewolf. Deaton and his supernatural theories are too much. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel. He has to stop the bleeding. It has stopped though. He looks in the mirror and only a scar is left. He growls in annoyance.
He senses Liam in the hallway hovering around. It feels weird. He is not used to people hanging around. Until recently. It makes him feel uneasy. He has always told himself that anyone who hangs around is just looking for something. Liam is looking for something, but not in the way the dread doctors were. Theo is looking for something too. He wants to belong. It is a need that has never been fulfilled. He has always been on the outside looking in. Scott and Stiles played with him when they were kids, but they only allowed him to be so close. They were more focused on each other's friendship and no one could break into it. He remembers waiting all the time. Waiting for Stiles or Scott to ask him to hang out with them, or to talk to him in class. It was stupid and silly, but he needed it. He needed to have something he belonged to. Even if it was a group of friends.
He tried to belong to his family. His dad was always working though, and his mother never said much. He waited a lot for her. He waited for her to say goodnight to him, and he waited for her to notice him. She was never mean to him, but she never had time with working and focusing on Tara. Tara was going to the star. She was expected to go places. She probably would have if it were not for him.
Tara was never unkind to him, but he always felt like he was in her way. He would try to hang out with her and the friends she had. He could not really get what they were talking about though, with them being a little older than him. He remembers waiting. Waiting for her to bring him into her friend group. It was silly because they were older than him, but he still wanted to be apart of something. Anything.
When the dread doctors showed up it was easy for him to believe them. They barely had to say much to him. All they said was that he would be helpful, and he would pave the way for them. That they needed him. They said his sister needed him to take her heart so he could do what he was destined to do. For the first time he felt like he mattered. That he belonged somewhere. When they promised him a pack it was even better. He could replace the family he had, and he could belong to something fully. The dread doctors were okay until a point. They still were not a family, and they were not a pack by any means. He still needed a pack and somewhere to belong after he became a chimera. He never lied when he told Stiles he wanted all of them. Minus Scott. He hated Scott. Simply because he was able to bring a group pf people together and form a bond. A bond he never had with anyone else. A bond he never bothered to have with Theo. Scott was a child when Theo knew him, so it is not like he was aware of how Theo felt, but he hated him. He hated him for being someone Theo never was.
When he was in Hell it was bad. He woke up thousands and thousands of times. Every time he woke up to Tara ripping out his heart and taking back what was hers. He waited to die but he never did. He just kept coming back and paying for all of his sins repeatedly. When he came back from Hell, he was alone. The only time he was not, was when he was helping Scott's pack. Once everything was over, he was alone again.
He assumed that he might be able to at least make peace with them, but he ended up back in that preserve in his truck. He was fine that way, until Liam came. Now, he has a little puppy pack following him around. He does not want to decide that he belongs somewhere and get disappointed. He knows he would hate to go back to Hell and hate to be alone again.
He looks at Liam who has made his way into the doorway of the bathroom.
"I don't know what you're thinking, but it cannot be good based on the look on your face." Liam frowns.
"Don't worry about me." Theo says.
"I will always worry about you." Liam says.
He looks into those sad blue eyes. They look full of regret and full of hope. Why does Liam do this to him? He always has to have that face. That annoying let us help everyone face and he would die to keep everyone safe. He got it from Scott clearly. The look he has now is especially for Theo. He has never seen him look at anyone else the same. It is a look of affection and sadness rolled into one.
"Stop looking at me like that." He says.
"Like what?" Liam asks, with his puppy eyes.
"Like that. I do not know what that face means. Are you pitying me or are you thinking I need help?" He complains.
"I am thinking I want to protect you." Liam says.
"From what?" Theo asks.
"From everyone and everything that hurt you. If I see your mom ever again then I will have to control myself." Liam growls.
"I don't need to be protected." He says.
"Then what do you need?" Liam asks.
"I need…I want…I need to belong somewhere." He admits.
He feels like a little kid again. He is so embarrassed. He does not need anyone's pity or anyone to feel sorry for him. Liam does not have a look of pity though. It is a look he cannot place because he has never seen it before.
"You do belong. You belong with us and you belong to me." Liam says.
He feels his heart flutter. He should be annoyed and mad because he is his own person. He knows that is not what Liam meant though. He does not know what to say or what to feel. He looks at Liam. He looks unsure and nervous. He is moving his feet back and forth and twirling his sleeve.
"I hope that doesn't sound as possessive as I think it does. I just mean that you belong here with me." Liam explains.
"Are you going to send me back to Hell and get rid of me when your sick of me?" Theo asks.
"No. Of course not. I would never send you back there. I go where you go. Remember? Even Hell. If I was going to be sick of you it would have already happened by now." Liam smiles.
"Is that an insult?" He sneers.
"No. It is a fact. You can be a little moody. Oh, I thought of your nickname. Sunshine." Liam laughs.
"That is not happening." He growls.
"I think it is." Liam smiles.
He frowns.
"Can you come take a walk with me?" Liam asks.
"Okay?" He questions.
"It is not a trap. I just want to hold your hand." Liam says.
"Oh God. You are going to be like this forever, aren't you?" Theo grumbles.
"Forever." Liam's eyes twinkle.
He rolls his eyes.
"We aren't a thing or anything. Or whatever you are thinking." He says.
"I was thinking I want to go for a walk." Liam says.
"Fine." He sighs in defeat and allows Liam to lead him out the door.
Ridiculous.
They walk for a while. Liam keeps looking at him from the corner of his eye. It is distracting. He feels Liam slide his fingers through his. He normally would be annoyed, but it is Little Wolf. He will let it slide. He feels Liam stop. He looks at him.
"I know I bite you and I am sorry, but I am not sorry for how I feel." Liam says.
"Don't…" He says.
"No. I am going to finish. I have known how I have felt about you since the elevator during the war. You are the one catching up. Believe it or not, you do deserve to belong somewhere. It does not have to be with us, but it has to be with someone. Your childhood was stolen from you and it kills me inside. I love you Theo and I will not apologize. You can run and you can act crazy, but it does not change how I feel. You moody chimera. "Liam says.
Theo feels something break inside of him. He does not know what it is, but something snaps. He roars at Liam. He shoves him backwards. Liam flashes his eyes at him. He tackles him. He growls. He forgets Liam is stronger because he is a real werewolf. He flips him over and pins his arms down. Theo thrashes.
"Will you stop it. You behaving this way will not make me go away." Liam says.
"Your such an idiot. Why do you have to like me?" Theo growls.
"I don't like you. I fucken love you." Liam says.
Theo hears a phone go off. Liam pulls his phone out.
"Yes?" Liam says.
"Scott heard roaring. Is everyone alive? We have the pack meeting remember?" Stiles asks.
"Yes, and do you guys ever stay at school longer than a week?" Liam snarls.
"HAHA. Bring your Theo." Stiles says.
Liam hangs up.
"What? Your Theo?" He asks, bewildered.
"Mason started it. Can we go, or are you going to fight me again?" Liam asks.
Theo narrows his eyes and gets up.
Theo and Liam walk back towards the house. He shoves Liam's hand away. Liam just smiles at him. It is annoying and frustrating. Theo walks up to the door and storms into the living room. He sees a very angry Stiles checking his watch.
"Thanks for showing T. "Stiles says.
He sits down on the couch and Liam walks quickly over to him and sits down.
Scott goes on about something they have to check out in Beacon Hills. He watches while Malia studies him. It makes him feel weird. She has always hated him. She seems to still feel that way. She is glaring at him. He looks away.
Finally, the meeting ends. He waits for everyone to leave, but instead Lydia sits down next to him. He looks at her wondering what she is doing.
"Hi." Lydia says.
"Hi." He says, unsure of what is going on.
He feels something on his cheek and turns to the right. Liam is brushing a napkin over his face. He watches him in awe. Liam cleans all the dirt on his face from their fight earlier. Well, more of his fight because Liam just held him down and yelled at him. He feels the napkin brush his face a few times. Liam cleans over his cheeks, nose, and chin. His hands are warm, and his eyes read concentration. Liam bites his lip and grazes over his cheek one more time. Theo feels his heart pound. It feels off beat and his neck tingles. He feels a burning. A burning for Liam. For something he can call home. He looks into Liam's eyes and sees that hopeful look.
"Ahem." Stile says.
Liam looks over at Stiles.
"Anyway, any questions?" Stiles asks.
Everyone shakes their heads.
