Chapter 9

Stiles' fists clench and unclench as he stands in front of Theo's house. Just the idea of going in and facing him causes Stiles' teeth to grind together and his breathing to pick up signaling the dark thick anger he can feel bubbling under the surface. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales pushing the anger down, and another breath In and Out, then another, calming himself with each one and reminding himself why he is here. This isn't about revenge or who's right or anything else swirling around in his mile a minute brain, this is about one thing, the most important thing, this is about his dad, doing whatever it takes to save his dad.

When he feels like he finally has himself under control and can do this Stiles takes one last deep breath and knocks firmly on the front door.

It isn't long before the door starts to open but Stiles doesn't wait for it to be opened all the way before he is pushing his way in calling out, "Theo!"

Standing in the entryway charged with nervous energy he takes in the nice surroundings; directly in front of him and to the right stairs lead off the foyer up to a second level, to his left is a large open lounge with big bay windows that have a view out onto the tree lined street he has just come from, in front of him a hallway leads through to what looks like an airy open plan kitchen that continues out to a large sunny back yard. Typical, Theo would have a nice home and a comfortable life, asshats like him usually did live the charmed life didn't they, maybe that's why they felt they could just take whatever they wanted. With every second feeling like an hour Stiles' impatience wins and walking in further to the lounge he calls out again, "Theo!"

Drawn by all of the noise Theo strides into the room his face breaking into a big smile when he sees who is creating the commotion, "Stiles! Hey man good to see you, what/"

"Cut the friendly crap Theo, what did you do to my dad?"

Theo's brow furrows and he tilts his head to the side looking slightly injured by Stiles' words, "What are you talking about? Why would you think that I have done anything to your dad Stiles? I helped you save him. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have even known where to find him."

Stiles' fists clench again and he can hear the volume of his voice rising, "Help save him are you kidding me! He isn't safe Theo, he's barely alive!"

A movement by the door catches Stiles' attention causing him to turn and what he sees makes his jaw drop, "Josh?"

No it couldn't be, he saw Theo kill Josh, on the hospital rooftop when he … what the hell is going on? Stiles turns back to Theo to ask, "What the…" but the rest of the question dies on his lips as Tracey and Corey walk in from the back yard to join them.

Theo smiles obviously enjoying a speechless Stiles, indeed a sight as rare as a unicorn, "Stiles may I introduce my new pack." He gestures around the room to the resurrected Chimeras as though the previously deceased students very much alive and standing casually in his home was the most normal thing in the world, all the while his eyes not leaving Stiles as he watches his reactions. "They could be your pack too you know Stiles, my offer still stands."

These words manage to bring Stiles' voice back to him again and he drags his gaze away from his smiling former, former schoolmates, returning his focus to the smug bastard he had come here to see. "I don't need a pack, I need a way to save my dad! He's in a coma and the doctors don't know if he'll wake up. They have no idea how to help him."

Theo's smile fades and is replace with a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry to hear that, truly, but I don't know what I can do to help you." Theo gives a slight shrug of his shoulders as he says this and Stiles can feel the black tendrils start to unfurl in his chest. Taking a step closer to Theo and gesturing around at his new pack he can't stop an angry edge from colouring his voice, "Are you serious! So you can figure out how to raise the dead but you can't think of any way to help my dad after YOU put him in that condition!"

At this accusation Theo's cool slips and he takes a step in towards Stiles so they are almost standing toe to toe, his voice rising in volume to meet Stiles' level, "I already told you I had nothing to do with your father being hurt."

"Right, but you just happened to be the only one who knew he was hurt and where to find him at a time that was very convenient to you?" Stiles can't keep the sarcasm from dripping off his words, but being bitchy wasn't exactly going to make Theo want to help him was it, fine if he says it wasn't him then let him convince me, "Well if you didn't who did then?!"

Theo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath getting his emotions back under control. He exhales as he opens his eyes and is back to his formerly calm self, "Look Stiles I want to help you, I do, and if you were a part of our pack then I, we, would do everything we could to save your dads life, I promise."

Stiles' hands fist at his side, his dad is lying helpless in the hospital and Theo is still playing games with him, trying to manipulate him to get his own way and damn everyone else. The blackness stretches out and starts to spread across his chest as anger pulses through his body with each beat of his heart, his vision darkens and he just wants to slam his fists into Theo's smug face and pound on him until he can't talk and smile and manipulate any more. But then he remembers Donovan and that awful night in the library and his confession earlier to his father and he can't let his rage get control of him, he won't! Before he can think about what he is doing Stiles has turned and bolted from the room running straight out the front door and down the path just focused on getting to the street and making his way back to his dad.

Stiles hasn't even made it to the sidewalk when his path is suddenly blocked and he stumbles as he brings himself to a halt taking in the figure standing in his way, the brocade vest, the long dark coat, the full face mask with tubes and eye glasses, OH GOD NO!

Dread Doctors!

Stiles backs up to get away from the creature but he hasn't even taken two steps backwards before he is stopped by something behind him his back bumping up hard against another solid figure and he can feel strong hands clamp down on his shoulders like heavy iron claws. Held fast in the tight grip he starts to struggle when he feels a sharp pain in his neck as one of the Doctors jabs a large needle into him forcing him to cry out in pain and surprise, "AAAAARGH, NO!"

Out of the corner of his eye he can see the needle sticking out of him stealing his blood, "Well that's unnecessarily large" he manages to slur out. There is another sharp flash of pain when the device is extracted but despite his efforts Stiles can't make himself move, his body is frozen as he watches the Doctors hold the vial of his blood up to the light and look at it through their strange lenses. His ears are full of the sound of whirring and clicking and hissing and then the awful sound of their inhuman mechanical voices.

"Not yet viable."

"Continued pressure is required."

The world around him seems to shimmer and shake and then the grip on Stiles is released and he feels himself falling to the ground. As he falls he thinks he must be hallucinating because he can see Liam and Mason running towards him calling his name, then the world goes black.

Liam and Mason are laughing and chatting as they make their way towards Theo's house but they stop short when they see Stiles come bolting out of the front door looking ready to murder someone. Before they can call out to him, Stiles' whole attitude changes, his anger dissolves into fear and they follow his gaze to see what has caused this sudden reaction only to be confronted by the horrifying image of one of the Dread Doctors standing there on the pavement in front of him. They watch frozen as Stiles skids to a stop and backs away from the monster only to be grabbed from behind, where the hell did that one come from? The Doctors inject him with something and then are gone as quickly as they appeared and Stiles is falling to the ground. It seemed to last forever and at the same time be over in an instant and by the time they can collect themselves and take action it is too late, all they can do is call out Stiles' name as they run towards the form of their fallen friend lying unconscious on the ground.