CHAPTER 2

It was just one thing after another. Scott had finally gotten his pack back together and defeated Theo's chimera pack, turning them back into the humans they had been before the dread doctors had gotten a hold of them and releasing them from Theo's influence. But when he had turned around to face the false pack leader, he had disappeared, along with his best friend. Fear for his brother spiked his heart but he needed to keep a level head. He knew Stiles scent, but it would help to get something fresh. The pack ran to the outskirts of the woods to Stiles jeep to regain his scent. At least it should be easy enough to get to Theo. Once they found Stiles, he wouldn't be too far behind.

In the end Scott didn't have to track Stiles scent at all. An alert sounded on his phone that someone had broken into the clinic. The veterinary clinic was clearly one of the packs places to regroup, so why had Theo brought Stiles there? It didn't make sense to bring him to one of their own places. Unless that was the idea. Throw them off and give Theo more time. But more time for what? Scott had a bad feeling, and jumped off his bike as soon as they arrived. Malia had driven Stiles jeep to the clinic with Lydia and Liam, using the emergency spare Scott had on his key ring. With Deaton out of town, the clinic should have been locked, but it appeared that Theo had broken it off upon entering, and alerted the silent alarm system that had tipped off Scott. The four of them ran inside, preparing themselves for a confrontation with Theo. The first thing the pack noticed was Theo's scent. It was paired with Stiles's, but Theo's was older. He was here, and recently, but not anymore. Stiles scent was still present, and the pack followed it anxiously to the back room.

"Stiles?" Scott shouted as they raced towards the scent. Scott froze in the doorway, temporarily blocking the others from entering. Then he was running. "Stiles!" Stiles was crumpled on the floor, his back towards them. Scott reached him and turned him over so that he was facing the ceiling. "Stiles?" Stiles' eyes were open and staring right through Scott. He smelled small traces of blood and knew the back of Stiles neck contained puncture marks. He was going to kill Theo.

Malia cut the ties on his hands before kneeling next to his shoulders. "Stiles can you hear me?" She asked, anxiety rolling off of her in waves. Even though the two had broken up, they still cared about each other; it wasn't something that would just go away. She turned to Lydia. "What do we do?"

"Why are you asking me?" Lydia asked. She may have appeared to be calm in this moment but she was scared. She knew what Theo had done better than anyone. She knew how it effected her personally, but she was also a banshee, where as Stiles was just a human. How would his body react to something like this? She couldn't loose him. Stiles was always the one she turned to when she needed advice, or someone to listen. Even when he was with Malia, he had always been the person she could rely on if she was in need of a friend. Their friendship had only grown after Allison's death. She couldn't loose him.

"Because you're the only one that's been through this before. Theo did this to you too. And it messed you up for awhile but you came back from it. So what should we do? How can we help him? Lydia just tell us what to do!" Malia's voice was getting more panicked. Kira placed a hand on hers, and Malia visibly took a deep breath to calm down before her Coyote side took over.

"I don't know! I don't really remember the beginning. It's all a blank. I think we should bring him to the hospital. Scott your moms working right?"

"Yeah. Yeah she's working. Okay help me get him in his jeep."

Three hours later, Melissa McCall entered the waiting room to talk to the five teens and the Sheriff. "Physically Stiles is almost completely fine. He has a sprained ankle, and the punctures in the back of his neck have been cleaned and stitched up. Mentally... we couldn't get a response. His nerves acted normally, so the reason he's catatonic is medically a mystery, but I assume you have more of an idea about that?"

The sheriff looked pale. "Catatonic? But the same thing happened to Lydia a few months back and she's fine now. So he has to be too, right?"

"Theo went digging around in his head for something. He doesn't know how to do it right. Plus he's a chimera not a werewolf, so his powers could have effected his ability to do it correctly." Scott said quietly. He looked at Mr. Stilinski with determination. "Sheriff", "We'll figure it out. We're going to get him back."

Sheriff Stilinski was silent for a minute before he nodded, knowing the alpha wouldn't rest until his best friend was awake. "Okay. I put out an APB on Theo, and sent his picture out to the nearest departments. Every officer in every near county will be on the lookout." Later, after Sheriff Stalinski had returned to the station to check the progress of the case, the pack visited Stiles in his room. It was hard to see him like that. He looked pale but awake, his eyes were open and staring at nothing. His body was limp and unmoving. If he didn't blink every once in a great while it would appear as if he were dead. Mrs. McCall made it possible for them to stay in his room all night, hoping for any type of response that would indicate he could see or hear them. It was decided that one of them would be with him at all times just in case Theo decided he needed something else from him. No one would get to Stiles again. Scott would make sure of that.